Things break. Things are unreliable. Things fall apart. These words were just about the only thing believed. It was like an unsaid motto that I lived by, because the words all rang true. These words were the only things I could really trust in, the only things that I could always count on.

From a very young age, I learned that things do break, things are unreliable, things do fall apart, and most of the time you cant put them back together. I learned never to hope, never to look forward to anything and never to wish for anything to happen, because I knew that none of it would ever happen.

While most children grew up believing in Santa Claus, the tooth fairy and the Easter bunny, I would look upon these children with a smug look on my face, just waiting until they learned that their beloved fictitious characters werent actually real. I was just waiting until their souls were crushed by the ugly truth.

I know what you are thinking, I must have been a pretty horrible kid waiting on my fellow classmates to be let down by something that they believed in, but maybe I just wanted them to feel what I had been feeling for a very long. Maybe I just wanted them to feel let down, make them feel like they had something precious taken away from them, so that they felt like they had absolutely nothing.

So I went through most of my childhood waiting for something bad to happen, which it usually did.

I had no hopes, kept suppressing whatever dreams I had to the darkest corners of my mind, so that I could never be let down. If I never had anything then I could never lose it, could I?

Whatever I was living wasnt a life.

A life without hopes and dreams couldnt be called a life at all. I was living some sort of robot life, never trusting anyone or anything, because I knew that sooner or later, they would leave.

Well that was before Kurt Hummel showed me different.

"Now class, today I will be assigning each of you this years first assignment. Itll be on a country of your own choice and must be an oral presentation," Ms. Fisher said as a groan echoed its way through the classroom. It was only the third week of school and we were already getting our first pieces of assignments. Almost everyone was still in holiday mode and very reluctant to leave it.

"Since I am nice, I am allowing you to work in partners, but theres a catch, I get to choose those partners for you." Another groan went through the class, this time I joined in.

Partners meant two people working together, something that I wasnt the greatest at doing. I couldnt rely on someone else to get me a good mark. I couldnt trust anyone to keep their part of the deal, when they had so many better things to do than work on a stupid assignment and actually get it done. They didnt have to live with the circumstances that I did.

"I know, I know, but I am a teacher remember. Im going to ask each of you to come to the front of the room and pick out a name from this box and read it out loud. What you get is what you get, so no complaining and definitely no swapping." She held out a bright yellow box, with each of our names on a piece of paper inside it.

"First up, Santana." Santana walked up and picked a name out of the box. "Quinn," she read out loud, as she smiled at her new assignment partner.

"Next, Blaine." Everyones head turned towards me.

I swear that I could feel each and everyones eyes boring holes in the back of my head, as I walked up to the front.

"I swear on my life that if I get stuck with Anderson, Im going to jump out the window," Puck whispered to the person next to him. I looked up at Ms. Fisher, to see if she too had heard him, but her facial expressions had not altered.

When you dont fit in, you sort of become superhuman. You hear a whisper about a mile away and sometimes you dont even have to hear the whispers, to know that its about you.

I dipped my hand into the box, praying that somehow I would pull out a blank piece of paper without a name on it; although I knew that if for some reason I did pull out a blank paper Id still have to pick out papers until I got a name.

My fingers curled around one folded piece of paper and I drew it out. I unfolded it, as the class watched me and I bet that each of them were wishing the same thing. They were all wishing they werent unlucky enough to get stuck with me for the assignment.

"Kurt," I said quietly to myself, as I saw the name on the paper.