Blaine didn't know what he was doing but before he knew it, he was walking – yes walking – off the Dalton premises. Dalton was a secluded school; no sign of civilisation for a few miles which is why Blaine wasn't really sure where he was walking to. Blaine knew that he couldn't go back to Dalton not for a while at least.

He began walking steadily through a few scattered trees that surrounded the outskirts of Dalton and there was something strangely calming about being there. Maybe his power required earth? Blaine focused then and tried to summon the warm feeling that he seemed to enjoy so much but no matter how hard he tried nothing happened.

At one point Blaine thought it might've worked when he tensed every muscle, a bit like the way Kurt did when he had to mention that he was from McKinley and he felt it. The familiar feeling rising through his body trying to escape in any way possible. The feeling however, soon passed when his thoughts turned back to focusing on the earth and not Kurt.

It was useless. Blaine was useless.

He continued to follow a dirt track that led him further out of Westerville and the darkness of the night began to seep through the trees. He pulled his blazer further around his body just wishing he'd brought his jacket out.

The cool air circled around Blaine enveloping him in an unwanted hug. Air maybe? He spread his arms out wide and thought about flying through the air, thought about creating a gush of wind, thought about anything but...nothing.

Blaine really wished he had that book from Dalton that Jeff picked out right about now. He could've got some sort of answers from it but he was completely alone in more ways than one.

He was to develop his power without the help of that damned book and his friends didn't care about helping him either, apart from Jeff. Jeff is the only thing that wanted to attract him back to Dalton yet he felt something tug him further and further away.

As he felt himself get tired, his body's movement slowed down until he began dragging his feet along the ground. "Why must everything be so difficult?" he whispered into the air.

Blaine's mind started to play tricks on him as he created images in his head that weren't there. Again he thought he'd found his power when he eventually realised that fatigue was overtaking his body.

He leant against one of the many trees around him and inhaled a shaky breath; the cold air made his lungs feel heavy and his eyes began to shut. He felt his legs become weaker as he slid down the tree and he felt nothing when sleep got the better of him.

Blaine awoke to the sound of birds tweeting above him and he opened his eyes lazily with a small smile tugging at the side of his lips. Nature really was a beautiful thing, too bad power didn't come from it. Blaine move his hands to rub the sleep from his eyes when he noticed something at the base of his thumb.

The mark was so small many people wouldn't have seen it but Blaine knew what his own hand looked like and that mark was definitely out of place. Upon further investigation he could make out that it was a very tiny heart...maybe? Then again it could also just be a round circle.

He knew what the black mark meant of course, he was going to take part in battle, but what the circle meant well Blaine had no idea. What power could be associated with a circle? Then sun? No that wasn't one of the sixteen forms of power... Could it be a picture of the sun but represent the power of light? Blaine thought it was a possibility but it was useless attempting anything without that damn book. Plus, he was still extremely tired after sleeping on the moist grass, which in turn made him cold and wet – well damp.

He looked up at the pale blue sky and thought about the fact that he, Blaine powerless Anderson, was going to fight for Dalton. Worry crossed Blaine's face when the realization finally hit him and when it hit, it hit him hard. Blaine could feel the air being squeezed out of his lungs as his breathing became unsteady. He sat up too quickly and his head began to spin and his eyes lost focus. All he could see was a dizzy blur and he could hear people mocking him. A single tear fell from Blaine's eyes and he was quick to bring his hand up and rub roughly at the source of the traitor. Blaine swore to himself he would never cry again.

He stood up and held the tree for support, steadying himself before setting off with a new feeling of determination. He was going to show those Dalton boys that he wasn't pathetic and he was going to show those boys that he was a lot more than met the eyes.

...

Kurt awoke to his alarm clock which sounded in his mind and pierced the bubble that contained his sleep-filled dream. That was what Kurt hated most about mornings, waking up. He pushed back the covers and moved to the edge of his bed, where he sat for about five minutes before actually getting out of bed.

He walked over to his full-body mirror and brought a hand over his face, he didn't really want to face school today and definitely not after seeing something last night. This wasn't something that he knew would happen, it was something he knew had happened.

All Kurt could feel was pain as his back collided with the lockers that lined the corridors of McKinley. Crunch. He knew that the lock would leave a definite bruise on the pale which was his back. Smack. The broad hand that collided with his face let more pain into his system. Thump. A knee embedded itself in his stomach, the air taken from his lungs. Laughing and slurs, mocking him. Then there was nothing.

He took a shaky step forward before falling down, winded. No-one was there. No-one was ever there.

The horrible flashback brought so many clear memories back to him. It had happened on his first day at McKinley, being the new generation at McKinley always sucked but to be him sucked even more.

He shook his head violently and hoped the memory would come out of his head as a result but he still remembered and that's what he hated.

Kurt didn't like to dwell on the past because no matter what'd happened before, it didn't hurt him. Physically he may have looked like hell, but Kurt was emotionally stronger than most people of his age. He's had to be.

Most people at his age were having fun and don't get him wrong Kurt has had fun, but he's just had to work a lot harder at achieving happiness. Kurt still wasn't entirely happy but since meeting Blaine he's become a lot happier with his life. After all, he know owned a book that contained everything he would need to know

Kurt moved towards the far side of his room and pulled open the top drawer of his mahogany cupboard and took out the delicate looking photo frame. The silver interweaved vines bordered a precious memory, and protected it from getting into any harm. The vines were decorate with pale blue gems scattered around, not in any particular pattern and accentuated the eyes of the people in the frame.

Kurt's life had had a rocky start, his mother passed away when he was just a young boy and he never got to know the beautiful woman his Dad had told her he was. So, when he looked down at the pair of them in the frame he couldn't help but remember. His mother was so young herself – around 20 – and her chestnut hair fell around her shoulders loosely. Her bright blue eyes full of joy and in her arms was her precious son. Kurt let a silent tear fall and splash onto the glass before placing the frame back in the drawer and getting ready for school, because Kurt hated to remember.

...

Kurt left his room when he'd finished getting changed into something not too casual but not too smart for school and headed down the stairs. To his surprise, Finn was already out of bed and had started to prepare a simple breakfast when he walked into the kitchen. "Morning, Finn"

"Morning"

"Where's Dad?"

"He's already left for work, so I'm left to the babysitting duties" Kurt knew he was joking when his lips moved into a slight smirk and a brief laugh left his mouth.

"Well, as you can see I'm well out of my diaper stage so I think I'm okay with looking after myself"

"Are you sure? I could swear you were walking a bit funny, do you need me to change you?"

"Oh god Finn, that is disturbing on so many levels" Finn never answered, just laughed again and continued to butter some toast.

Although Finn wasn't his brother, he'd thought of him as when since the moment their parents started dating. Finn was far from perfect but Kurt wouldn't say that he was a bad brother either. Of course, they has their slight arguments when it came down to what television show to watch and other minor things like that, but they had a strong bond.

Finn placed a plate in front of Kurt on the wooden dining room table which contained, two slices of toast, a piece of bacon and two sausages. "Really? This is breakfast? Do you know how bad this is for my body?"

"What? I thought you liked the idea of having sausages in your mouth?" Finn winked at the younger boy whose mouth was ajar and his cheeks had turned a pale shade of red. "What don't tell me you're straight now, I'd just got accustomed to your sexuality"

At first, Finn hadn't been the most accepting of brothers but he soon came to realise that Kurt was just your average teenage boy and he was just like everybody else but not...because he was special. Kurt had the purest of hearts and that was rare to find in anyone in Lima, Finn was just glad he had a brother like Kurt.

"So, you thought any more about this Dalton boy?"

"Finn please, would you just drop it? I only agreed to go on a date with him so I could get my hands on that book, so please don't make this into a big deal!"

"Really?"

"Honestly, I couldn't care less about the guy" oh yeah? Then why did it hurt so much to say that?

Kurt didn't know where those voices came from but he sure as hell wasn't going to listen to them.

"So, you're not going then...?"

"I am"

"But if you've already got the book, then how does that make a difference?"

Kurt just exhaled a breath he didn't realise he was holding and replied with a vague "I'm going to school, don't bother picking me up" before he left the house.

...

Kurt walked up the front steps of the school but before he knew what had happened, he heard rumours outside. Dave Karofsky had his power. This was the worst news Kurt could receive, he knew it would come but he'd always thought he'd be able to defend himself. Why had he not seen this coming? Oh right, can't control when the visions come. Guess he had to face it.

As he pushed open the main door he saw people flee the hallway, all with the same look of terror spread across their faces. Dave was officially about to run the school and there was nothing anyone could do. So, what was his power?

Across the other side of the corridor stood a tall, tanned girl with jet black hair pulled back into a high ponytail. Her size zero cheerleading outfit clung to her in all the right places; accentuated hip bones; minimized her waist. If Kurt wasn't gay, she would probably be the image in his fantasises. What made her more attractive, was the fact that she was head cheerleader. Unfortunately for the boys at McKinley, Santana was very much in love with her girlfriend. The only thing Kurt hated about her, was that no-one cared about her sexuality because she was 'popular'.

Kurt never wanted to be popular if it meant you had fake friends and a shitty personality. He never really wanted to talk to her but he found himself walking over to where she stood smugly watching Dave beat up this boy. Well, it's not like they were complete strangers, they'd been in glee club together after all.

"Hey Santana"

The Latina girl turned and barely acknowledged his existence. "What do you want?" When he said they were in glee club together, that didn't mean they'd ever spoken before.

"What's going on here?" He kept his eyes focused on the scene before him.

Santana let out a noise that was somewhere between a snort and a laugh. "Well that boy, whatever his name is, called me a pathetic lesbian and said that I deserve to die in hell"

"So, why is Karofsky beating him up?" Santana turned to glare at him as if it was obvious "What he beats me up because I'm a fag and now he's defending one?"

"This has nothing to do with sexuality I don't think, he has his power and wants to show it off, that's all Kurt" Well at least she remembered his name.

Kurt asked the next question hesitantly "W-what is his power?" He felt so stupid because he stuttered in front of the most popular girl in school.

"Well I'm not really sure what you'd call it but if he touches you, you'll know it" Kurt felt himself shrink in size. His life was over before it had really started. There was no way he was going to survive if Dave got hold of him. If he was so badly injured by Dave beforehand, with the power that pumped through the veins of the bully, Kurt was as good as dead.

He turned away from Santana and headed to one of the safest places in the whole of McKinley, who was he kidding, nowhere was safe.

...

Blaine had finally started to reach the edge of a small town after long hours after long hours of walking. Since he'd been at Dalton, he never really experienced much of the outside world as he tended to board at weekends and most holidays when he could. He really hated to go home and face his family...apparently he let them down by choosing to be gay.

As the trees faded and the houses appeared he approached a sign that said 'Welcome to Lima' had he really walked that far? He didn't know why but he felt a sudden urge to continue, and he did.

Just half an hour later he was outside the main gates to McKinley and his body began to relax again. He felt comfortable, even though he was stood outside the school that held a bunch of kids that would hate him because he was he 'enemy'.

Just when things couldn't get any worse, the final bell rang and a herd of cattle, sorry people, came charging out of the school.

Even from where he stood, he recognised the boy that came out looking...scared? Hurt? A hundred possibilities were spinning through his mind but he just had to get to Kurt.

He walked a few steps into the car park – and the crowd of people – then felt hands shove him to the ground hard. The muscly boy was above him now and GOD his hands burned into his flesh. Blaine whimpered in pain and tried to fight back but was only greeted with further pain when he touch the beast.

He could hear boys chant things around them like "Kill him! He's a spy" "Dalton boys don't belong here" "Get of our territory" and other things similar to those. One single word left his lips before he felt nothing.

"Kurt"

...

Kurt had been in class when he felt a tingling feeling in his wrist and when he looked down he noticed a black mark at the base of his thumb burning into his skin. Shit. He didn't know what to do so he just started to rub his thumb and try and move the dot, was it a dot? Without thinking he raised his hand and practically shouted "Miss, can I go to the toilet?" which earned him a few laughs from around the classroom. Double shit.

"Mr Hummel, can't you wait until the end of the lesson?" When Kurt didn't respond, she simply told him to go.

Kurt left the classroom and ran to the nearest toilets. He didn't need to go of course he just wanted to get the stupid mark of his hand. He turned the tap on and let the water fall over his hand, he added soap and started to scrub at it but nothing. He had to fight, with what power exactly? How could knowing the future help his team in any way?

Then he remembered, not remembered in a bad way but remembered nonetheless, he was supposed to meeting Blaine after school. With the mark. He never wanted to take part in battle, he'd never liked violence. Now he had to fight, for a school he had no passion for. Triple shit.

...

When the final bell rang, Kurt crept back into class and gathered up his stuff. Although the end of the day was Kurt's favourite time of the day, he still took his time to leave. This allowed the jocks – mainly Dave – to leave without him being attacked. Kurt walked back to his locker to grab a couple of books and then left the school.

From where he stood on the steps he could see a small fight that had started shortly after the bell which was a typical day at McKinley. Kurt was going to walk in the opposite direction, when he swore he could've heard "Stupid fucking Dalton boy!" come from someone's mouth. Blaine.

Kurt changed directions and ran over to where the group of teenagers had now formed. He dropped his folders and books somewhere in the car park and just focused on getting to Blaine.

When he reached the group of growing people, he started to push through the onlookers. He received an elbow to face and a punch to the stomach but he made it to the centre where Karofsky towered over Blaine.

"Leave him alone"

Everyone went silent and turned to look at Kurt. Dave's face got redder in anger "What did you just say?"

"I said, leave him alone"

"Why?"

"He's not a spy"

"How do you know?"

"I-I invited him here"

"You invited this fucking piece of shit onto our grounds! Is he you're fuck toy? You dirty fags are all the same" Dave pushed Kurt violently in the chest, which made Kurt hit the ground, but thankfully the crowd of people finally disappeared – including Karofsky.

Kurt didn't waste no time, as soon as the crowd had returned to their cars he hovered over Blaine. His face was paler than Kurt remembered and a purpling bruise started to appear around his left eye. His blazer was button torn of during the fight and his shirt was scrunched up due to Karofsky's grasp on him.

Kurt pushed back a piece of hair that lay across his face and whispered "I'm so sorry, Blaine. I'm going to help you"

Kurt pulled out his phone and searched for Finn's contact number; he pressed the call button and after three rings his brother picked up.

"Hello? I didn't think you wanted picking up today?"

"I didn't"

"Then why are you calling? Did Dalton boy not turn up?" He asked hopefully.

"I need you to pick us up, Finn it's urgent. Remember that time I was beaten and you were there? Well I need you for Blaine, please. Put aside this pathetic battle and just help him, please" Kurt felt a tear make its way down his cheek and fall onto the boy's chest beneath him.

"Okay Kurt, I'm on my way" Finn's voice sounded more sympathetic and he hung up the phone.

"It's going to be okay Blaine" Kurt said as he trailed a hand over Blaine's cheek lazily, rubbing his thumb gently against his jawline "Everything's going to be okay" he repeated with watery smile on his face.

...

Blaine woke up in an unfamiliar place, the walls were grey unlike his bedroom walls. His vision was blurry upon opening his eyes and let out a small whimper when the bright light hit his eyes.

He felt someone lay a gentle hand on his shoulder and turned to look at them.

At first he couldn't make out who it was, but then a chestnut quiff and piercing blue eyes came into view, Kurt.

"Hey, you alright Blaine?"

"'M okay"

"I have some water for you, if you want to sit up?" Blaine pushed up on his elbows but found himself too weak to manage, but with Kurt's help he rested his back on the headboard.

Kurt handed him a glass of water and said "You hungry? I can make something if you want?"

"Sorry"

"Sorry? For what?"

"Well, I kinda ruined the date"

Kurt laughed lightly "Don't be silly, this isn't your fault. If anyone's to blame it's me. Firstly, I should've learnt how to control my power by now so I should've seen it coming. Secondly, I should have some sort of power that can help defend myself and others and lastly, I shouldn't have agreed to meet you at McKinley"

"So you regret meeting me?"

"Never said that, did I?"

"No, but..."

"No buts. Plus, there'll be another date"

"There will? Thought you only agreed to one date"

"I did, but I hardly call this a date, do you?"

"Well, I ended up in your bed so I call that a pretty good date" Blaine winked at Kurt to which Kurt responded with flushed cheeks.

"Okay then, we're even. No more dates"

"I didn't mean that"

"You're loss" Blaine tried to stifle a yawn by failed "You look tired, you should get some sleep"

"Here?"

"Well duh! I'll get Finn to drop you back off at Dalton tomorrow, or now if you'd rather"

"No! Please don't make me go back there yet"

"Okay, then sleep" Kurt placed a gentle kiss to Blaine's forehead and went to leave.

"Kurt?"

"Hm?"

"Don't leave me"

"Erm, okay, I'll sit over on the stall until you fall asleep"

Kurt moved to sit at his vanity table when Blaine spoke further "Come lay down with me"

"Why?"

"I dunno, fancy a cuddle?"

"From a guy you've known for a little over a day?"

"Yep. Now get that little ass of yours over here" Kurt got under the covers of the bed and Blaine rolled over to envelope Kurt in a hug which brought their faces close together. "Hi" Blaine whispered sleepily.

"Hey"

"You have gorgeous eyes"

"Goodnight Blaine"

"What you do" Blaine smiled at the other boy and brought him into closer contact so that they were flush against each other. Kurt's breathe hitched in his throat. "Do I make you nervous, Kurt?"

"Goodnight"

"Goodnight Hummel"

The two boys fell silent as they went to sleep in one another's arms, worries and memories vanished as dreams took control over their minds.