Blaine Andersons first day at McKinley had been pretty uneventful, well that was apart from the whole kissing-in- the- cupboard drama that morning. During lunch he had sat alone outside, writing lyrics to a new song he was preparing to sing at his audition in front the New Directions. His last lesson of the day had been History – not being a history fan meant that Blaine found it difficult to keep his concentration throughout the lesson, his mind kept wavering to the day's earlier events, wondering -Where is Kurt now? Does he regret kissing me? He must have – he ran out on me… These mental conversations continued until the end of the lesson. He had however made two new acquaintances in the form of two girls called Rachel and Mercedes. After sitting down in his appointed seat, Blaine politely smiled at the two girls to his left.

'Hi – I'm Blaine A-Anderson; I've just transferred here.' Blaine explained nervously to them both.

'No need to be nervous – I'm Mercedes, it's a pleasure to meet you, I'm sure you'll fit in perfectly.' Mercedes exclaimed, easing Blaine's nerves just a little.

Rachel was sitting next to Mercedes looking at Blaine in an obscure manner, she had a huge grin on her face and her eyes were wide, staring directly at Blaine. After a few moments she composed herself, leaning across the table to shake Blaine's hand.

'Rachel Berry- and you are again?' she questioned.

'My names Blaine, Blaine Anderson' he said flashing a small grin at her.

As soon as Blaine said that, Mercedes turned around, mid-sentence and just stared at Blaine. Rachel on the other hand was excitedly bouncing in her seat.

'What have I done?' Blaine asked, all of a sudden feeling very self-conscious, he smoothed his hair and checked his bowtie.

'Oh Nothing.' Both girls said in unison, the same looks on their faces and with that they turned back around and continued with their work. Blaine just sat there confused, once again.

As soon as the bell sounded at the end of the day Blaine dashed out of class, literally running out of the school premises – not because his first day had been hell, but because he needed to get home and find out more information about the elusive but incredibly cute Kurt Hummel.

Luckily for Blaine his house was only a short distance from the school – his parents had moved to the area because there were better work opportunities for them there, well that's what they had said. Yet they never seemed to care about what their own son wanted in life, not even considering the fact that Blaine would be leaving all his childhood friends behind. He had gone through a difficult year to begin with – after officially coming out to his parents they had been distant with him, he thought they would be supportive of him as they had been through every other situation during his life. But now he seemed to be invisible to them, hardly ever communicating. The atmosphere in the house was constantly tense and an eerie silence would surround the table during dinner. Blaine had become accustomed to this gradually over the year, which was why he was relieved to go an all-boys boarding school, Dalton Academy. It meant he only had to return home during the holidays.

After briskly walking home Blaine opened the front door, a blast of cold air brushed past him as it opened -making him shiver. The house wasn't particularly inviting; the front garden was primarily concrete with the occasional weed growing in between the cracks of the paving stones. The house itself was semi-detached with a large garage to the right hand side. From the outside it had a slightly worn down appearance but wasn't uninviting.

Blaine bounded up the stairs, two steps at a time. His bedroom was the furthest away – his parents refusing to let him choose which bedroom out of the possible four he could have. They had however let him decorate his room however he wanted so he did have some freedom in that respect. The walls were painted a vibrant red; one was covered with magazine clippings and photographic memories from his childhood. This room was the only place he felt at home, a place to escape from the real world and pretend that everything would magically be okay. He proceeded to take his bag off and threw it lightly onto the bed. After a few minutes of cursing, bowties being carelessly thrown around and draws being emptied, Blaine finally found what he was searching for – his laptop. He hid his laptop every day before school, fearing that his parents might take it off him – not trusting them whatsoever.

Logging onto Facebook was his first priority – to his surprise he had three friend requests; Rachel Berry, Mercedes Jones and some kid called Jacob. Rachel and Mercedes were the girls from his History class, both seemed polite and friendly; although Rachel did seem slightly self-centred and it became apparent she was obsessed with Barbra Streisand (he had overheard a conversation during class). Jacob on the other hand was by far the most irritating guy Blaine had ever met – even if it was only for a brief moment in passing. Being the considerate person he was Blaine accepted all the requests. After scanning through his News Feed, commenting and liking on several statuses, Blaine set about what his actual mission was – Add Kurt Hummel as a friend. This you would assume to be a simple task, however it appeared that some people had the audacity to create fake accounts under Kurt's name. – They were full of comments which exploited and bullied the gay community. It made Blaine furious that there were people out there who made it their lives mission to make other people's lives a living hell. Just as Blaine was giving up hope on finding Kurt's account he happened to remember that Mercedes had mentioned something about meeting up with Kurt after school – (he had spent most of the history lesson listening to Rachel and Mercedes conversation). So from this he assumed she would be friends with Kurt on Facebook.

Ten minutes later Blaine was frozen in position; he had managed to find Kurt's genuine account and was shocked when he read Kurt's latest post.

Kurt Hummel – Will I ever see him again? :

This status was what gave Blaine the courage to click that one single button and add Kurt Hummel as a friend.

'It's now or never.' Blaine whispered to himself, mouse hovering over the 'add as friend' button and with that Blaine had sent a request, which could possibly result to be life changing.

Over the next hour Blaine fidgeted around, trying to occupy himself, he had managed to write a few more lines to his audition song. Once again he began to think of all the possibilities of why Kurt had bolted earlier – his thoughts were interrupted by his stomach rumbling. He headed down to the kitchen to collect some snacks which would be sufficient until dinner. As he reached the bottom step his mobile rang – the caller ID said 'Mum Mobile'. This was odd considering his parents never rang him, regardless he accepted the call.

'Hello?' Blaine said in an apprehensive tone.

'Yes… hello? Now I'm just calling to let you know that both I and your Father will be away this weekend – we should be back by Sunday night, if not Tuesday at the latest. Will you be okay? – There is enough food in the fridge and the shop is only around the corner.' His mother answered in a flat, abrupt tone.

Blaine was sitting on the bottom step of the stairs, tears threatening to fall, but he managed to remain calm and convinced his mother that he would be fine. But in reality, Blaine was petrified – his parents had never been away for this long and to make it worse he had no friends and was in a strange town. All he wanted was for his life to return back to how it was, because then he could stay at one of his friends, usually Nick or Jeff would let him stay over. Now he was all alone.

A tear rolled down his cheek and fell onto the cold wooden floor. Blaine rubbed his eyes and plodded slowly back upstairs. He entered his room and curled up in his bed, laptop beside him – not realizing that he had a notification on Facebook. He must have cried himself to sleep as he was awoke at 11pm by a loud bleeping noise which startled him wide awake – he noticed his laptop needed charging. After restarting his computer, the Facebook window reappeared –he clicked onto the notification, it read;

'Kurt Hummel has accepted your friend request'

Blaine's heart skipped at beat and he was instantly more alert – he looked over to the chat menu to find that Kurt was in fact online. In a moment of bravery he selected Kurt's name and the chat box opened. But before he could start typing – another box appeared, with Kurt's name at the top.

Kurt Hummel Hi, its Kurt – you didn't audition today? – I hoped you would, was looking forward to it.

Blaine Anderson Hi, I couldn't audition today, the song I want to sing isn't finished yet and I want it to be perfect.

Kurt Hummel You write your own songs? That's amazing, it's something I've always been unable to do!

Blaine Anderson Thank You. I've just had a lot of time to myself recently, keeps me busy…

Kurt Hummel You ok? You might not know me very well but I'm here if you want to talk… always. :)

Blaine sat there gazing at his computer screen. He'd bottled up his emotions for so long; nobody ever seemed to care how he was feeling; now somebody who he barely knew was interested in him and what he had to say.

Could this be too good to be true?