Blaine woke up the next morning with an overjoyed feeling. He was feeling thrilled to meet Kurt at school today. Yesterday was wonderful and this might be the start of an amazing friendship. Blaine got out of the bed and stretche. He then made his way to the bathroom where he began his morning routine. Shower, gel, brushing his teeth and getting dressed. He whistled quietly as he did it all. He felt new, like he could finally be happy. It has barely been four days and his new found happiness is Kurt Hummel.

He closed his eyes to relieve the memories. The feeling of Kurt's hand touching his arms, the feeling when he discussed football with Kurt's father - yesterday was great and Blaine couldn't be happier. He was very much looking forward to telling Mercedes about it.

He walked out of the bathroom after finishing up. He heard his mother call his name and signaling that breakfast was ready.  

“I'll be down in a minute, mom.” He called back, quickly getting dressed with a blue bowtie, a white polo shirt and blue pants. When he arrived to the kitchen, he placed a kiss to his mother's cheek and sat down at the table.

“Where's dad?” Blaine asked quietly, hoping the question wouldn't upset his mother. His father has barely been home lately and it started to make Blaine feel annoyed and sad for his mother.

“He didn't come home last night.” she said with an attempt of a steady voice. But Blaine heard her voice crack and saw tears starting to form in her eyes. He got up and hugged her from behind. His own tears were slowly forming as well and he held onto her tightly. He hated that there wasn't much he could do to help her.

He let out quiet sniffles against her shoulder. So did she, but Blaine knew that she always felt the need to be strong for her children. No matter what it cost her. That's why she was still with his father.

‘'It's okay, sweetie.‘' She patted his arm and looked at him with a tight smile. ‘'I'm okay.‘'

‘'Mom, I know when you are not. I can see it on you. This isn't right. He is not treating you right.‘' A tear fell down Blaine's cheek. Once again, he felt hopeless. Not being able to help his mother killed him.

‘'Your father has given us so much, Blaine. A house, food and everything we could wish for. ‘' His mother pointed at him.

Everything we could wish for? Not likely. He won't even let me live my dreams!'' Blaine thought. He slowly shook his head.

‘'I just want you to be safe.‘' Blaine whispered. He felt his mother's hand on his cheek gently and she lifted his head to look at her.

‘'I know, but I'm a grown woman. I can take care of myself.‘' She forced another tight smile and kissed his cheek. Blaine just nodded slowly.

‘'Now, finish up and get to school. I need to run some errands later. I need to make a list.‘' She grabbed the pan and put two pancakes on Blaine's plate.

‘'Thanks, mom.‘' He sat down on a chair again. His mother left the room and Blaine watched her. After making sure she was out of sight, he pushed away his plate and folded his arms on the table. He pressed his face against his arms and let out a quiet sob.

He cried for about fifteen minutes before he collected himself. He grabbed his bag, leaving his food untouched and he left the house.

Blaine walked into school with a big smile as he remembered yesterday with Kurt. Kurt had been sweet, unlike how he'd acted before at school. He looked around, hoping for a sight of Kurt but he was nowhere to be found. He walked to his locker instead and opened it up. He looked in his locker mirror and grinned when he saw Kurt in the reflection. He shut his locker and walked over to Kurt, who was once again surrounded by the cheerleaders. Blaine felt a little nervous and his hands were trembling.

“Hey, Kurt!” Blaine smiled excitedly through his nervous feeling. Kurt didn't say anything; he just stared at Blaine along with the other cheerleaders.

“Why are you talking to me?” Kurt raised an eyebrow and Blaine's smile quickly faded. What was happening?

“W-What do you mean?” Blaine stuttered. “Don't you remember yesterday?” All the cheerleaders looked at Kurt with judgement, but Kurt just laughed and shook his head.

“What about yesterday?” Kurt asked. Oh no. Blaine could feel his heart break, all his dreams got dashed along with his hopes.

“I-I helped you out and we watched a movie. I thought we were friends.” Blaine whispered dejectedly. He just wanted to cry in a corner, because he'd been fooled. He had been used and once again, he was nothing.

“Oh, please. I was just using you, I have to get good grades so I can finish my classes. Why would I want to be friends with you?” Kurt laughed forcefully. Blaine just stared at him, he was shaking and he could barely stand steadily.

“I thought-” Blaine started again, tears welling up his eyes.

“Well, whatever you thought was wrong. I wouldn't waste time with someone like you. A loser, a nobody. I have better things to do. I can't believe you actually thought we were friends, munchkin. You are a waste of air.” Kurt's cruel words felt like daggers to Blaine. How could he do this to him?

Blaine shook his head slowly and turned around to walk away. He felt betrayed and used. Kurt was right. He was just a waste of air. A tear rolled down his cheek, he wiped it away quickly, hoping no one would see.

Kurt eyes followed Blaine and he felt awful. He quietly sighed as he followed the girls to their next class. They were giggling and laughing at Blaine and how Kurt put him in his place. Blaine walked back to his locker and grabbed his math book. He didn't want to go to class because he was so upset, but realized he needed to go to keep his grades up.

He went into the bathroom quickly and locked himself in the stall. He put the books down on the floor and sobbed. Could this day get any worse? He felt himself, inch by inch, get destroyed. How stupid could he be? Feeling like someday things might work? He fooled himself. He let himself get used. What would he really expect? A guy like Kurt would never settle for a guy like Blaine.

Blaine walked into his math class and sat down. His eyes were red from the sobbing he'd let himself succumb to. He felt like all his energy had disappeared; he just wanted to go home.

He chewed on his lip and ducked his head as the other students walked to their seats. The class passed quickly, and Blaine didn't put any effort in to listening to what the teacher was saying. He felt too broken to even care. The students were whispering about him, the cheerleaders talked crap about him and everything made Blaine feel awful.

‘'You okay, man?‘' Finn patted Blaine's back gently. Blaine slowly lifted his head and looked at Finn.

‘'Oh crap, are you crying? Your eyes are really red.‘' Finn scanned Blaine's face with squinty eyes. Blaine shook his head and then scoffed.

‘'No, no. Just allergies.‘' Blaine nodded at his quick brilliance. Finn didn't ask any further questions about it. He just nodded and looked down at his math book.

‘'Help me out with this, Blaine.‘' Finn pouted and looked at Blaine. Blaine just rolled his eyes and started to explain some equations to Finn.

‘'Uh, okay. Yeah, I got it, man. Thanks.‘' Finn smiled and nodded before he looked down at his math book again. Blaine observed Finn and then shook his head.

‘'Do you really get it?‘' Blaine raised an eyebrow and he tilted his head. Finn let out a sigh and shook his head.

‘'No.‘'

‘'Fine, listen again. Concentrate.‘' He made another attempt to help Finn understand the assignment. It took quiet a while and Blaine didn't even get a chance to work on his own assignment. Finn quickly gathered his stuff when the bell rang.

‘'Thanks, man.‘' And with that, he left. Blaine looked at him and let out a sigh. He slowly gathered his own stuff and left the classroom.

He walked to his locker, where he found Mercedes waiting.

“Hey, white boy!” She smiled at him. Blaine didn't smile back or even say hi. He just opened his locker. A small note fell down next to his feet. He slowly bent down and picked it up. “Okay…”Mercedes said hesitantly. “Ready for Glee club?” She asked, still smiling. She didn't ask about the note. She barely even noticed it.

Blaine slowly unfolded the note, seeing a phone number written on it. He furrowed his eyebrows and tilted his head as he looked more closely at the note.

“You know what? I think I'm just gonna skip it and go home now.” he whispered quietly, collecting his books into his bag along with the note.

“Why? Are you sick or something? Did something happen?” Mercedes's smile faded quickly as she stared at Blaine with concern. Yes, something did happen. Yes, he was feeling sick. But he was also feeling rather curious at the moment.

Blaine shook his head gently as he told her a little white lie. ”No, no… I'm just really tired, Mercedes. I doubt I'll be able to focus, anyway.” Mercedes nodded slowly, her lips pressed tightly in to a thin line. She let out a sigh, shook her head and kissed his cheek.

“I'll call you later tonight, okay?'' She said, glaring at Blaine slightly. Blaine just nodded, grabbed his bag and shut his locker as Mercedes walked away.

Blaine stepped into his house, feeling all drained and out of energy. He felt like he just wanted to sleep and never wake up. The stairs felt like it took forever to walk up, but he managed to get into his room.

Blaine slumped down on his bed and closed his eyes tightly. He knew now that Kurt had just fooled him and that he'd been happy for no reason. He felt like an idiot for believing he could ever be lo-… friends with Kurt. He shoved his face into a pillow and hugged another one against his chest tightly.

He slowly remembered the note, so he got up and grabbed his bag. He looked for the note and when he picked it up, he just stared at it. The decision to call or not to call went through Blaine's mind. But Blaine was curious, so he grabbed his phone and dialed the number.

He was waiting for a response. But there was none, so he hung up. He tried again and this time, somebody did answer. But without a sound.

‘' Hello?'' Blaine said, more like a question. But the person on the other line hung up. Blaine looked at the phone screen, his eyebrows furrowed, realizing this whole thing was  rather mysterious.

Then his phone vibrated and he saw a text from an anonymous number. He raised his eyebrows as he opened the text.

(14:43) Hey. Guess what? This is super weird and odd. You should totally ignore this message, because it's creepy as hell. But, hi.

Blaine furrowed his eyebrows and stared down at the text. He thought about not answering it, but why not?

(14:46) Hey, Who is this?

Smooth, Blaine, keep it cool. He stared at the phone, chewing on his lip nervously, hoping it would vibrate and a message would pop up.

(14:49) You can call me C, what do you say?

C? That's odd. Is it someone he knows? A friend, maybe?

(14:52) I guess. Do I know you? Are you someone from my school?

The other person didn't text back for a while, maybe figuring out what to say? Maybe Blaine scared him off? Maybe…

His phone vibrated again.

(15:05) I'm someone from your school. No we don't know each other.

Okay… Super weird and creepy.

(15:07) This is weird, but I guess it's okay. Seems like I'm being catfished though

(15:09) lol, don't worry. I'm trying to not creep you out. So what's up? :)

(15:10) Nothing, really. I just got home from school. Feeling a little sick. Thinking about taking a quick nap.

(15:12) Sounds good! I mean the nap, not being sick! I hope you feel better soon, B. I'm in class. It's boring as fuck. But oh well. I should let you take your nap. Could we chat later tonight?

(15:14) Yeah, love to. :)

(15:16) Great! Have a good nap, B. ;)

A winking face? Blaine put the phone down on the nightstand and laid down on the bed. A smile spread across his face as he wondered who his mystery texter was. He tried to imagine the possiblities as he fell asleep.

Blaine woke up a few hours later. The nap did him good and he quickly remembered the text he recieved before he fell asleep. He grabbed his phone off the nightstand and texted the person back.

(7:08pm) Hi, C. I'm up, just wanted you to know since you wanted to chat. It's fine if you don't want to anymore.

He sent the text, chewing on his lower lip. He cursed himself as reconsidered his words. Confidence, Blaine, come on! Shouldn't he be creeped out about this though? Ask damn questions about this, Blaine, Blaine thought. He didn't get a text back for a while, and he shrugged it off as he went downstairs.

He found his parents sitting at the table. Seems like his father had come home, after all. Blaine sat next to his mother as she put some food on his plate. Blaine didn't even look at his father.

His mother stroked his messy hair back and smiled at him.‘'Are you feeling better, sweetheart?“ his mother asked with her gentle voice, which made Blaine smile.

He nodded his head and received a kiss on his forehead from his mother. Blaine noticed his father watching them with a slight glare, but it's his usual face, so there might not be anything wrong.

“You missed school then?“ his father asked whilst cutting his steak slowly, looking down at his plate with pure focus. Blaine didn't answer, at first. Until his father lifted his eyes and looked at Blaine. “Well?''

Blaine felt his mother looking at him with concern as he swallowed sharply and tried to find the right words to prevent his father from getting mad.

“I-I, “and there he lost it. He heard his father letting out a sigh as he got out of his chair.

“Son, I asked you a question.'' He said louder. Blaine slowly looked up at him and his mother looked away as tears formed in her eyes. Blaine nodded slowly and chewed on his lower lip nervously.

“Get up.'' His father demanded quietly. Blaine hated that quiet voice, because he knew something would come. Despite knowing what would happen, Blaine got up and looked at his father.

“I-I didn't feel good, so…“ and he felt his cheek burning, interrupted by a slap from his father. A hard one that made Blaine's head turn and he felt the sting against his cheek. Tears rolled down his cheeks, as he heard his mother sobbing.

“Stop embarrassing me, son. Stop being useless.'' His father glared at Blaine as he slowly sat down in his chair. Blaine's body was shaking, his hand pressed against his own cheek. Blaine slowly sat down in his chair again. He removed his hand from his cheek and he just stared at the food in front of him.

He felt another hand hold onto his own under the table. It was his mother's hand and he needed to hold it, squeeze it.

They ate their dinner in silence. His father left the table as soon as he finished and Blaine stayed to help his mother with the dishes. She kept looking at his face to make sure he was okay. He turned to her and took her hands, pulling her closer and he forced a tight smile.

“I'm okay, mom. I'm alright.“ he tried to convince her, but Blaine could see that she didn't believe him. She lifted her hand and caressed his cheek gently.

Blaine leaned into her touch. He then turned on the radio and took her hand. He put his other hand on her waist. She put her hand on his shoulder and laughed slightly. They slowly danced peacefully and quietly along with the music. It had been a while since they danced like this, a while since he saw her laugh. For real, that is.

After dancing with his mother, he went upstairs to do some homework. He collected his books and sat down at his desk. He reached for a pen and his phone vibrated. He grabbed his phone and looked at the text.. He knew that he might look pathetic and desperate for answering so quickly, but he couldn't help it.

(9:04pm) Hey, B. Why so worried? I want to talk to you, I never change my mind. I'm not that kind of person. :) What's up?

(9:05pm) Just doing homework. It's math, and it's weird. I mean, why do we need it? It's not like it's going to say (1+1/n)n on a speed limit, right?

He sent it and chewed once again on his lower lip, he put down his phone and started to do his equations. He couldn't really focus as he just waited to hear another buzz.

Blaine quickly grabbed his phone when it buzzed again. He didn't remember ever being so excited over something so small.

(9:10pm) Wow, B. Easy there, it's too late for that kind of thing to get stuck in my head. It's true. We'll barely need it. But aren't you smart?

(9:11pm) I'm a straight A student but it's not always easy. I'm not saying I can't answer the equation, just saying it's unnecessary. We'll never use it after graduation.

(9:14pm) You're pretty talkactive late at night. Haha :D You, B, are one interesting guy. Feeling any better?

(9:15pm) Much better. I wasn't really sick, just a bit sad, I guess.

(9:17pm) Tell me? I'm a pretty good listener. Or reader in this case. Lol :D

(9:18pm) Oh, I don't know. I don't want to be annoying.

(9:20pm) Come on, I won't judge

(9:24pm) There's this guy I thought was my friend, but turned out he just used me. It made me a bit sad.

(9:26pm) What a dick. Why would he be mean to such a cutie as yourself?

Blaine felt himself blushing, but he didn't appreciate C calling Kurt a dick.

(9:28pm) He's not a dick, he's perfect.

(9:32pm) What he did to you was awful, but I get it. Hey, you really have no idea who I am?

(9:34pm) No, but I want to. Tell me?

(9:35pm) Nah. The fun will disappear, if I tell. I am someone you know though.

(9:36pm) I can't guess.

(9:38pm) lol, okay. Time to do some homework. Talk to you tomorrow.

Blaine smiled and put away his phone. He looked down at his math book, but couldn't bring himself to concentrate right now. Not while C was running through his head. He felt sort of happy. He went to lay down on his bed as he called Mercedes.

They talked almost all night about everything. About C and how Kurt treated Blaine, about how conceited Rachel is, about Glee Club and how Mr. Shuester always thought Rachel was the greatest star. Blaine thinks Mercedes is amazing. Rachel might have described her as lazy but she's not at all. She is amazing when she sings it brings a tear in Blaine's eye.

They talked about maybe doing a duet but Blaine felt like Mercedes voice is too amazing for that and that she deserve her own spotlight. Mercedes thought Blaine was being too sweet, but he knows she has so much potential.

They hung up when Mercedes got sleepy. But Blaine wasn't tired, he was bored. He chewed on his lower lip as he looked up at the ceiling. He let his mind wander and soon he was blushing furiously.

He'd let himself think about Kurt in his cheerleading uniform. How flexible he was and how he looks while moving. Blaine shook his head as he realized his body had taken notice. No, don't think about Kurt like that. He is a delicate flower that needs to be cherished and appreciated. Not debauched like the images his mind was coming up with.

But would it really hurt to just think about it? Kurt would never know. It would be okay. Right?

Blaine hesitantly reached down and pressed his hand against his growing erection. He let out a quiet whine. He didn't usually masturbate, because he felt wrong doing it. But when he let himself, it always felt amazing. And he doesn't want to stop.

He pulled off his pants along with his boxers and looked down at his erection. Blaine leaned his head back and licked his lips as he poured some lube on his palm. He wrapped his hand around his erection and let out a soft sigh. His mind let himself imagine it was Kurt's hand as he moved his hand up and down, building up a rhythm. He whimpered, closing his eyes as he brushed his thumb over the head with every upstroke.

He imagined Kurt's hand, Kurt's voice whispering dirty things into his ear. Thought about Kurt touching him in the most intimate way as he took his cock into his perfectly round ass. Blaine could only imagine seeing Kurt's beautiful naked body on top of him as he rode Blaine.

Blaine whimpered and grunted as his hand moved faster. He arched his back and thrust into his hand. With a few more strokes, he came all over his hand and stomach. He let out a loud moan and had to bite his lip to avoid waking up his parents with any sort of noises.

Blaine grabbed some tissues and wiped himself clean, as he started to feel guilty. He always felt like this after masturbating while thinking about someone. It felt wrong, like he'd violated them by doing it without their permission. But it was harmless, right? He couldn't help but think about Kurt that way. Beautiful, gorgeous, sweet and hot Kurt.

He pulled on his pants and boxers, sighing deeply as he covered himself with his blankets. He didn't want to go to school tomorrow. He doesn't want to see Kurt laugh at him, because he knows in his heart that it couldn't possibly be the real Kurt. He didn't act like that when they were together. Maybe that had been an act, but it didn't feel like it. It felt real.

He knew he had to go to school tomorrow though or his father would get angry. Blaine hated to see his mother feel hopeless when she couldn't help him.

He closed his eyes, hoping for sleep to claim him as he thought about life. Who was C? What part of Kurt was pretending? Would his father ever change? Could his mother ever be happy again? Would Mercedes get her solo?