Blaine watched as his girlfriend slipped her hands out of his own and danced down the long airy corridor. He watched her take hold of Quinn Fabray's hands and lead the blonde girl in the opposite direction of the choir room. The sigh that escaped his lips wasn't because he no longer loved Rachel…was it? Blaine didn't know. Of course he loved Rachel; she just annoyed him from time to time. Yes, that was the reason. He turned around on his heel, squeaking as the soles made contact with the shiny floor, and began walking away towards the car park but a noise made him stop suddenly. It was a scream. The sound was slightly muffled and choked but the scream was far too familiar to Blaine. Kurt. The name was almost like a foreign language as it escaped from Blaine's lips. Running in the direction of Kurt's helpless struggle, Blaine had just enough time to remember fond memories of lazy summer days and long winter nights with Kurt. It amazed him how quickly people could change. Frown lines became apparent above his dark triangular eyebrows when he saw just what had made his old best friend scream. It only had to be his new group of 'friends'. Karofsky had Kurt pushed forcefully against a locker, holding him up by his Marc Jacobs coat collar, while Azimio and the rest of the footballers were tossing condoms at him. Blaine wished he could just block out the insults they were shouting about Kurt being a faggot. Kurt wasn't a faggot; Blaine only ever remembered him as being kind, loving, funny, and perfect. Without thinking about the consequences, Blaine threw Karofsky and Azimio off Kurt and pushed his other so called friends out of the way. Kurt didn't even glance at him before running away from the lockers and out of sight. Blaine considered running away too but he knew he wouldn't get away with this lightly.

"Don't even think about starting a relationship with that queer again, Anderson. "

Karofsky spat at his feet and strolled away with the footballers all following his every footstep. Blaine's head hurt. Did people really think he and Kurt used to be dating when they were friends?

Geography never failed to bore Blaine. He used to love it, but that was when he sat next to Kurt. They would talk about their favourite musicals and how annoying Rachel could be without even noticing how long the lesson would drag on for. Blaine turns around to see Kurt sitting in the corner of the back row frantically copying down notes. He notices Azimio emptying pencil sharpening into Mercedes' glossy black hair. He smiles when the sight of Rachel humming Barbara Streisand under her breath reaches his eyes. He grimaces when he sees her doodling 'Mrs Rachel Anderson' on her tanned arm. It started off as cute and romantic, but now Blaine only thinks of it as clingy and the sudden commitment worries him. His Geography teacher doesn't look like he needs commitment. Mr Johnson usually always shaves but some days he doesn't, which tells Blaine that he has rather a lot of nights out. His hair never looks brushed and his ties are loosely undone. Blaine lets his mind wander to a life married to Mr Johnson. They would eat take-away each night and watch films into the early hours of the morning. The alarm clock wouldn't wake them and together, they would walk into the staff room late holding hands. Blaine thoughts continued like this until the bell screamed it's shrill voice signalling the end of the day. Shaking his head in an attempt to remove the strange daydream, he forgot to try and avoid Rachel. Her arms snaked around his belt that held his red capris around his waist and she slid her fingers into his front pockets.

"My house is empty tonight Blainey, come over at 6 and we can put on a film and not watch it". Her hot breath stung as it filled his nostrils with the scent of cinnamon.

"Maybe babe, but I've got French homework that is due tomorrow"

Just at that moment, Kurt walked past and his arm became the victim of Rachel's strong hold. She announced that Kurt could finish off Blaine's homework because he is a genius and Blaine could come round her house. Kurt didn't even glance at him before rushing out of the classroom with all three of Blaine's textbooks and out of sight. Blaine considered telling Rachel off for being so harsh but he really did hate French homework.

Blaine threw his old red cardigan on his bedroom floor and his scuffed shoes by his door. He had somehow managed to survive the evening at Rachel's without her trying to jump into bed with him; his tired excuse had worked yet again. He really was tired though. School work was easier that Dalton but there was still a lot of pressure to show off his intelligence to the McKinley teachers. Leaning back against his wall, Blaine searched through his school satchel for any overdue homework or leftover lunch that he could eat. His hand curled around what felt like a photograph. Furrowing his eyebrows and his face laced with confusion, Blaine pulled the mysterious object into the light of his bedroom. It was a photograph. Him and Kurt. It was slightly faded but their smiles were obvious. Blaine chuckled at how Kurt looked like a vampire that whole Summer and never tanned like he did. They were lying on the grass in Blaine's yard with their arms around each other and eyes locked together. There was no denying the friendship, happiness and trust in their cheerful faces. Kurt was blowing gently on the Blaine's loose curls that tickled his soft pink cheeks. Blaine missed his curls when they weren't gelled so thickly but Rachel preferred them that way. Kurt had had this same photograph in a frame on his bedside table and Blaine wondered if he still had it or threw it away after their friendship ended. He probably did throw it away; it's not like Blaine meant anything to him anymore. The bin seemed to be asking Blaine to throw away the photograph too but his corkboard screamed louder. Pinning the photograph next to his calendar, a smile stretched across his tired face.

"DINNER BLAINE!" He sadly turned away from the memory attached to the photograph with a defeated sigh and ran to his mother's call.