And again, Im so sorry if I was not able to change some things in this story. I have thought of this story back to days when my OTPs were still together (now theyre not) so yeah, Im sorry. Enjoy this chapter tho

Please review! im having a hard editing stories in this site. so i am really really sorry. 

"So, I found some information on France last night," I said, passing the information over to Kurt, who merely glanced at it, before throwing it back at me.

"Yeah, whatever. Im bored." Ms. Fisher had arranged the classroom so that we were sitting away from everyone else. She knew just how distracted Kurt could get if he was sitting anywhere near Puck.

"Are you actually going to do something? Or are you just going to sit there, hoping that the work will get done by itself?" I had no idea where my extra confidence had come from. I usually just sat there and minded my own business, hoping that no one would say anything to me, but I felt as if Kurt was less threatening when he was away from his peers.

"What are you? My mum? Jeez, I didnt know you were practicing to be one someday."

"I thought you wanted to get this assignment over and down with? If youre not going to do anything how can we get it finished?"

"God, Anderson! What are you, like PMSing or something? Fine, Ill go and find some more information or something." I knew that this was just another excuse for him to go and talk to his friends, but at least he was away from me and letting me actually get on with my own work.

"Blaine, can I talk to you for a second?" Ms. Fisher asked, not waiting for an answer, but sitting down on Kurts seat anyway.

"Ms. Fisher?"

"Blaine, I know that youre a very bright boy and I know that you could do this whole assignment by yourself, but I wanted you to get to know other people. Make friends. Im not trying to punish you or anything like that by doing this."

"I know," I quietly replied.

"And I know that Kurt probably wouldnt be your first choice, but we dont always get what we want."

"Yes Ms. Fisher," I agreed.

"Now, has Kurt or anyone else said or done anything to you?" I glanced over at Kurt and hesitated, before answering her question.

"No," I lied; because I knew that telling a teacher never solved the problem. All they ever do was make everything a whole lot worse.

"Are you sure?" I knew that Ms. Fisher wasnt convinced.

"Positive," I stated.

"Okay then. Now if you ever need to talk to someone, you know Ill be here, okay?" Ms. Fisher kindly asked me.

"Yes. Thank you."

"Now back to work. Where is Kurt?" I nodded in the general direction of Kurt. She got up and made him come back and work with me.

"What the fuck did you tell her?" Kurt asked, as soon Ms. Fisher was out of earshot.

"N-nothing," I said truthfully, but the way I said it made sound as if I was lying.

"You better not be lying, Anderson. Or Ill fucking kill you, okay?" Kurt threatened.

"I didnt tell her anything!"

"Good!" said Kurt while still not fully believing me.

Every year Santana, a girl in our class, has a party at her house. Her parents are super rich and she was a stuck up spoiled brat, who got everything that she wanted. For her party, Santana invites everyone from our grade. Everyone that is, except for me. She usually hands out the invitations at lunch, so that I wouldnt know, but its kind of obvious.

This year, instead of giving them out at lunch, she gave them out in class.

"Kurt, here you go. One for you," she said, handing Kurt a white envelope with his name on it.

"Your party is here already?"

"It isnt on until next weekend, but I want to make sure that everyone in the year level is there, so keep that weekend free, okay?"

"Will do. Wait, you said everyone in the whole grade. What about him?" Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Kurt pointing to me, but even if I didnt see him, I would still know that he was asking about me.

"I dont invite no bodies, Kurt. Who would?"

And its funny how people can talk about me, even though I can hear them perfectly well.

Its like I can disappear. Even though I am standing right there.

"Have fun at Andersons house, Kurt," Puck said, waving through his car window.

"Yeah Kurt, enjoy yourself!" Jake said from beside Puck.

They were apparently going to some movie and Kurt had to miss out.

"Fuck you two!" Kurt threw a piece of scrunched up paper through the bus window. He had sat two seats behind me. His reputation would be ruined if everyone knew that he was even associating with me. But by now, I was used to the cold shoulder. I stood up as we got near our stop and I waited until Kurt did the same. The plan was that he would walk a few meters behind me, until we were physically in my house. I thought that this plan was pretty pointless because my stop was the last and I was the only one who got off it.

As the bus came to a stop, I got off and started walking in the direction of my house. I made sure that Kurt was actually following me, by glancing back every few minutes.

"Were here Kurt," I called out as I walked to my front door. He jogged to my side, as I was trying to open the lock with my keys.

"Come on Anderson. Hurry up!" Kurt kept glancing backwards.

"No one from school lives anywhere near me, if youre worried." I finally got the door open and Kurt stepped inside, even before I could.

"So, do we get started? I have to call my mum as soon as were finished." Kurt shuffled from one foot to the other awkwardly.

"Yeah, Ill show you my room. Come on."

After taking him to my room, I told him to wait there while I went to get us something to eat. Going through my cupboard, I noticed that there was an extra note on the fridge beside "the list". I didnt bother reading it, because it was probably just an extra chore or something like that.

"Here." I handed Kurt his drink and put down the bowl of chips on my bedside table.

"So, weve got information on the population and the basic information like the capital city of France is Paris, which is the city of love. What else do we need?" Kurt sipped his drink as he spoke.

"Um, we need stuff about the culture. Like the food and clothes. And we need information about famous sites and the geography, also some phrases that might be helpful if we ever go there."

"Is that it?" Kurt questioned me.

"Yep."

"Okay, since you know about French, you can do the vocab stuff and the famous sites. And Ill do the geography and culture." Kurt bluntly stated.

"Okay, sure. I have some books." I went over to my bookshelf and grabbed all the books, which had anything to do with France.

"Here," I said, handing some books over to him.

"Thanks man."

And its weird just how much someone could change when they werent around anyone who expected anything from them.

"Blaine, where the fuck are you?" I froze instantly. I glanced at my clock. My dad wasnt supposed to be back for hours.

"Shit," I said, panicking. I wasnt supposed to have anyone over.

"Who the hell was that?" Kurt asked.

"My dad."

"Your dad? Why are you freaking out then? I mean, its just your dad, isnt it?"

"Shit. My dads not like everyone elses dad. You arent supposed to be here. Hes going to kill me. You have to hide. I dont know what to do, Kurt." I started to frantically look around for places where he could hide, but then I realized that I had to hide too, because I hadnt done

anything that was on the list.

"Relax Anderson. Stop panicking." Kurt warned me.

"But-"

"Relax. Were doing school work. Nothing wrong with that, is there?" Kurt asked me.

"When I call you, you fucking answer!" I heard my dad calling from near my room.

"Hes going to kill me," I said, glancing up at Kurts face.

"Who the hell are you?" he asked, looking at Kurt from the doorway.

"D-dad, this is Kurt. Were partners on our social studies project."

"Hi Mr. Anderson. We were just working on our project."

"Heh, finally youre actually going to get a good mark on something. I thought you were totally useless at everything." My dad simply stated.

"Yes Dad."

"Ill leave you to it then." I heard him leave the house again, but I wasnt fooled by his act. He would get me back sometime.

"What does he mean finally getting a good mark? You get As in everything. Has he even seen your report card?" Kurt asked me.

All I did was shrug. What Kurt didnt know was that the last time I had shown my dad my report card, he had ripped the whole thing up. I had gotten a C for my gym mark. After Kurt had left, my dad still hadnt come home. God knows where he could be. I knew he would get me back; the act was only for when Kurt was around. I knew that as soon as he was back at home, he would get his revenge. I made sure that I locked my bedroom door that night.