Its funny just how fast a rumor can spread through the usual high school grapevine. High school is like a gossip central and it wasnt long before everyone knew what had been written on the wall of the boys bathroom. All I could do was wait until everyone found something else that was even more hilarious than me. If that was even possible.

"Have fun with Anderson then, Kurt?" I heard Puck ask Kurt as they walked to lunch.

"Oh my god, I was so goddamn bored. His dad is creepy as well. I couldnt wait until I was out of his house," Kurt replied, putting all his books into his bag.

"I cant believe you actually went into his house. You dont have to go again, right?" Questioned Puck

"I hope not. Were nearly finished anyway." Kurt commented.

"Nearly finished? Ive barely started! We got the assignment this week, how can you be nearly finished?" Puck said in near disbelief.

"Well, wouldnt you want to get it over and done with if you were with Anderson?" Kurt asked Puck.

"Touché."

"So, how was the movie?" Kurt asked Puck, trying to change the subject.

"Oh my God! It was great! It sucked that you missed out, but I guess you had much more fun with your little date with Anderson. Way better than a movie."

"I hate you Noah Puckerman! How many times do I have to tell you to stop saying shit like that? Anderson is a little freak, who should consider getting a life. Hes just some loser I have to do a social studies assignment with. Hes nothing more than a loser!"

And its funny just how much someone can change when theyre around people who are going to judge them.

I made sure that no one was in the bathroom before I entered. This was hard considering everyone wanted to take a look at the updated message on the Wall of Shame. If anyone were to ever find out about where I spent my lunch times, I would have something more for everyone else to mock me about. I tried to finish all the homework I had gotten in the morning lessons, so that I would have enough time to finish everything that had been on "the list" the day before.

I hadnt seen my dad yet and I had not been confronted about my actions with Kurt. I had been dreading seeing him all night. I was scared about what he would do to me. I heard footsteps of someone entering the bathroom and I waited for them to leave, but they didnt. They were later joined by another and another pair of footsteps and like before, they too didnt leave. It wasnt long before I heard laughter.

"This wall is so true," I heard Jake say and I could guess who the other two pairs of footsteps belonged to, Kurt and Puck.

"The wall, it never lies!" Puck said and I could hear them all laughing.

"I swear that Anderson is transsexual. Man, have you seen his lips? They are so goddamn red, like hes been wearing lipsticks or something," Kurt said. I wasnt sure why in the world Kurt had been looking at my lips for.

"Only Kurt would notice that. Bet you want to kiss them!" Jake said, now laughing so hard that he could barely stand up.

"Eww. Thats disgusting. Its Anderson, not even his parents would want to kiss him," Kurt said in disgust.

"That is probably true," Puck said.

"I personally wonder if he has actually been kissed before, like by anyone," Kurt asked no one in particular.

"Bet you want to take his first kiss, huh Kurt? You and Anderson. I can totally see that happening. You guys would be like perfect. I mean, for starters, both of you guys are losers." Jake punched Kurt jokily.

"I think you guys might have forgotten that I am straight, which means I like girls." Kurt reminded Puck and Jake.

"Yeah, I know. And Anderson is a girl with his red red lips," Jake said, laughing loudly.

"I hate both of you, a lot," Kurt declared.

I heard more footsteps entering the bathroom.

"Hey Josh," Puck said.

"Hey, I wanted to see the new addition to the Wall of Shame," Josh said, probably laughing at what was there.

"Read and laugh, read and laugh,"Puck said.

"This shit is so so real. Whoever wrote this was like a total genius." Josh said in pure amazement.

"I do try," Puck said.

"Shit. You wrote this? Man, you are my idol. Puck, I bow down to you." Josh said in awe.

"You know that Kurts in love with Anderson. Hes even been to his house," Jake happily pointed out.

"Are you fucking serious? Gosh Kurt, I never knew you had a thing for the loser types," Josh exclaimed, shocked at what he had just heard.

"Okay guys, seriously can we stop this? Can I just reiterate what I really think of Anderson?" Kurt asked and I pushed the door open just that fraction, so that I could hear better.

"Go on, " Puck egged him on.

"I think that Anderson is a little faggot, who can go kill himself, I mean thats what I would do if I was him. Hes a useless loner, even his dad thinks so. And I dont blame him. If I had a son like that freak Anderson, and then I would hate him too!"

"I like the way that you delivered that, Kurt. I could feel the anger in those words," Puck said.

"Did you feel just how much I hate that loser?"

Kurt spat out bitterly. Every kid is told from the very beginning of their schooling years that "sticks and stones may break their bones, but words can never hurt them". Anyone who actually believes that has obviously never been called a name. I personally think that saying should be changed into "Sticks and stones may break your bones, but words will always crush your soul."

When I got home from school, I finished everything I had to do. I had missed the note from the day before that said that my dad would be coming home early. I made sure that I had double checked everything before I did my homework and had a shower. I was dreading seeing my dad. I didnt want to know what sort of punishment he had in store for me. Whatever it was, it wasnt going to be pretty.

"Blaine, please come to the kitchen," I heard my dad say as soon as he arrived home. I knew that

whenever he used that polite tone of voice, he was really trying to suppress his anger until I was physically in front of him. I didnt want to leave my room, but I knew that the longer I made him wait the angrier he would get.

"Yes, Dad," I said, trying to use my most innocent voice on him, even though I knew it would be useless.

"Who the hell was that with you yesterday?" He demanded.

"It-it was my social studies partner. We were just finishing our project," I tried to explain.

"Why did you invite him home with you?"

"Because-because we had to..."

"Why the fuck did you think it was okay to just invite someone into this house without my knowing?" He grabbed my wrist tightly and pulled me closer.

"I-I…."

"This is my fucking house. Youve got no fucking right to bring people into this fucking house." He was digging his nails into my skin and I knew that he was drawing blood.

"Im sorry."

"Youre sorry, huh?" He twisted my arm so that I had my back to him. For a second I thought that he was going to break my arm.

"Yes." I tried to blink back my tears so that he couldnt see that I was hurting.

"Well, sorry aint fucking good enough son." He let go of my arm and pushed me so that I was sent sprawling across the room, bumping my head on the wall. I slid down the wall, so that I was crouched against it. I tried to make myself look as small as possible.

"What the fuck were you thinking bringing that guy over? And how the fucks do I know that he was really your partner for your project?" My dad yelled at me.

"He was, I swear he was," I tried to assure him.

"But how the fuck do I know? You brought him over without telling me. How do I know that youre not fucking lying to me about this?" He crouched down in front of me, so that he was at eye level with me.

"I am, I am," I whispered softly.

"I think youre fucking lying." He put both of his hands on either side of my head. He brought my head forward and banged it down against the wall. Excruciating pain shot through my head and I had probably just had a billion brain cells killed that moment.

"Dad, I swear Im not," I pleaded, hoping he would believe me.

"Shut your fucking mouth!" He covered my mouth with his hand. I could hardly breather though my nose as he punched my shoulder over and over again on the exact same spot.

"Im sorry," I said as soon as he had stopped covering my mouth.

"You really arent worth fucking anything are you?" He punched me squared in the face and I felt blood dripping down my face.

I closed my eyes and I heard my dad getting up and leaving to go to God knows where. I only opened my eyes when I heard the car starting. I used the wall for help as I got up. The throbbing in my head had gotten stronger and I had to take some painkillers to numb the pain. I found the medicine cupboard and took out eight tablets from its box. I knew that eight tablets was way over the safe limit, but I was hoping that somehow I would overdose and die. I got ice from the freezer, put it in a cup, and held it to my forehead, where the pain was the worst.

I heard someone knock on the front door as soon as I sat on the couch. I really couldnt be bothered to go open it, but I got up as soon as the knocking got louder. I wasnt scared that it would be my dad, because he had his own key.

"What?" I asked Kurt, who just happened to be the person knocking.

"Whoa, what happened to you?" I must have looked a mess. I probably had bruises all over the place and a bloody nose. I had ice pressed to my forehead.

"Nothing."

"Are you sure youre okay? Your nose is bleeding." He reached out and wiped some blood from my face.

"Kurt Im fine. What do you want?"

"I just brought over all my notes. I finished them this afternoon. I thought that youd like to see them." He held out a few pieces of paper and I took them.

"Thank you. I havent finished mine yet, but Ill have them done by tomorrow."

"Okay, well, Ill see you." He turned to leave.

"Bye Kurt."

"Are you sure youre okay, Blaine? I mean, you dont look okay to me. Do you need to go to the

doctors or something?"

"Kurt, Im fine," I assured him, even though I wasnt fine.

"If youre sure. Bye then Blaine."

And that was probably the first time I had heard Kurt call me by my first name.

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