When human nature falls prey to the sins of the flesh, the body falls with it. Many suffer injuries at the hands of others, injuries they were never meant to have experienced. Many bodies simply give up, the stress of the world too much to handle.

In 1952, a medical breakthrough occurred in rural Ohio. What had once been impossible, was just within grasp, and small boarding schools began to pop up throughout the county. But not all of those are important, only one. McKinley House was a beautiful mansion, filled with rooms upon rooms for all of the children who stayed there.

But McKinley was no ordinary boarding school, that much was certain.

The students had no parents. They had no other memories of anything beyond McKinley. They were trained for one purpose and one purpose only, to donate.

Miss Sylvester ruled the school with an iron fist, barking orders at every turn. Most of the students avoided the unseemly woman as best as they could.

Not everyone at McKinley was quite as unpleasant as Miss Sylvester, though. There was one little boy who had caught Blaine’s eye, simply because he always seemed to be eerily silent when they passed each other in the halls.

In a sea of dark red and black sweaters, Kurt stood out to Blaine. He figured, even at age eleven, that it was the grey-green eyes that stared around the room as the other boys goofed off and planned pranks to play on the girls.

Kurt never did those things.

But Kurt had a temper. Blaine had seen it on a few occasions, mostly when the other boys were teasing him. He would scream, he would kick, and Miss Emma would have to pull him away by grasping under his arms.

Something about Kurt’s outbursts made Blaine all the more interested in him. He couldn’t put a finger on it, but he was so graceful, even when he was struggling.

The day that he first approached Kurt would always stick out in his mind. After Miss Emma had pulled him away from where Dave and a few of his beefy friends had been standing, Kurt wandered out towards the fence, his beaten down black shoe drawing lines in the dirt there. Blaine had approached and asked him what was wrong, and he was rewarded with a sad expression in the other boy’s eyes.

“Called me a girl,” he had grumbled, staring down at his shoes. Blaine didn’t know how to respond to that. He didn’t think Kurt was a girl. In fact, Blaine was positive that he was a boy.

“You shouldn’t listen to ‘em, Dave likes his eggs over-easy, of course he’s a little bit misguided.”

From then on, Blaine and Kurt had been stuck together like glue. They sat together in classes and during meals, despite the taunting and teasing that the others shouted at them. The pair didn’t care what the others thought, they were simply content.

They never noticed the gazes of one Sebastian S.

Before that moment, the two had not, as far as Blaine could remember, spoken more than five words to Sebastian. However, he seemed to want their attention, and their friendship.

Sebastian, Blaine had thought to himself, trying to remember. Sebastian, Sebastian, Sebastian.

Somehow, a friendship had been built. What was once Blaine and Kurt soon became Blaine and Kurt and Sebastian. None of them were ever seen without one another.

That is, until Sebastian decided to change the rules.

The moment that Blaine saw Sebastian place a small kiss against Kurt’s mouth, he could remember feeling something for the first time that he would be feeling for a very long time after that.

Jealousy.

It was an ugly word, an ugly emotion, and he didn’t even understand how he was feeling that as he watched them. Suddenly, things became Sebastian-and-Kurt, and Blaine. Being a third wheel was hardly something that he enjoyed, but the fact of the matter was, that was how it had to be for the foreseeable future.

Blaine loathed every second of it.