Chapter 1:

A/N:
Hi everyone! I’m gleekgurrl! I was listening to this song a few nights ago and thought that this would be a cute fanfic. Tell me what you think. So here goes nothing.

Blaine Anderson woke up on the floor to his alarm clock. Each beep was like a shot gun going off in his brain. What the hell happened last night? He thought to him self He tried to get up but fell, his head throbbing. It all came flowing back. His father had gotten upset that Blaine was upstairs helping his mother into bed; she passed out form to much alcohol, and not doing his chores. His father had been abusive for as long as he could remember but it all got worse a year ago when Blaine told his father he was gay. Let it be known that his dad is an extreme homophobe. Blaine hadn’t known at the time that his dad would have flipped. The only thing he remembered was confessing to his dad and waking up in a hospital the next day with three broken ribs, a broken arm, and a fractured skull. People in his old town in Indiana started to catch on that he was being hurt by someone when Blaine’s kept using the same excuse over and over again. Things didn’t been getting any better after the move. His father was snapping at him all the time. He would be abused for the stupidest things, a smack for forgetting things, a punch for talking back, and nasty name calling for no reason at all. Blaine couldn’t do anything about it. Blaine finally got the strength to pull him self up and hobble over to the mirror.

“Shit,” he mumbled to him self. He had a horrible purple bruise on his left eye. His lip was cut and swollen. He looked like crap. But he had to admit that the black eye made him look like a badass. Hopefully people would just leave him alone. He wouldn’t mind being known the new, mysterious badass, if that meant being left alone.

He quickly got dressed; he wore a white tee and a leather jacket. He slid on denim jeans and black converse. He gelled his hair and looked in the mirror. He groaned, still looking like crap, he slid down the stairs. He snuck past the kitchen, he would skip breakfast today. He was use to it, it’s not like his father actually fed him, Blaine would most of the time have to sneak food from him. Not risking his father’s post wrath, he just ran out the door. He sighed in relief to see his dad’s car was gone; he probably left in a furious rage to go sleep with his secretary or something. Just the thought of his dad sleeping with another woman other than his mom was sickening. Blaine just hopped on his motorcycle and drove to his knew school, what was it called? Oh, yeah, McKinley.

Kurt Hummel woke up and groaned. He didn’t want to go to school today, due to all of the bullies harassing him each day, but he had to go. He had a very important job to do to day. He was assigned to show around a new kid today. How the hell he was supposed to find him, let alone know what he looked like, was beyond him. All he knew was he was supposed to hunt down a one Blaine Anderson.

Kurt got up and started his daily skin care ritual. He finished and picked out an outfit. He chose a simple gray sweater and dark skinny jeans. He didn’t want to scare away a new kid with his super fashion just yet. Maybe this kid could sing, maybe this kid would want to join glee, maybe this kid would want to actually want to be friends with Kurt. He knew he was getting ahead of him self. He didn’t even know who this kid was. He could only imagine.

Kurt ran and woke up his step brother Finn. He knew they would be late if he didn’t wake him up soon. Finn was like a zombie in the morning, he had the speed of one too. Finn just groaned and rolled over. It really pissed Kurt off when people ignored him. So Kurt retorted to his usual way of waking Finn up. Kurt grabbed the spray bottle from the bed side table and fired at will.

“WHAT THE HELL, KURT!” Finn yelled pulling off his drenched shirt and throwing it in Kurt’s direction. Kurt dogged it.

“You need to wake up,” Kurt said smugly,” I have to show a new kid around school today and I’m leaving in thirty minuets so hurry your ass up or find another ride, now if you excuse me, I’m going to go make muffins.” Kurt turned and went to the kitchen leaving a very confused and a very wet Finn alone to change.

“Morning kiddo.” Burt Hummel said as Kurt walked into the kitchen. Kurt groaned something that some what sounded like ‘good morning’. He walked and grabbed a granola bar and waited for Finn.

Finn trudged down the stares. Kurt chucked a granola bar at his head.

“Dude, Why?” Finn asked looking like a kicked puppy. “If this is about last night, I said I was sorry and would pay for the damage.”

“Finny, what did you do this time?” Carol Hudson, Finn’s biological mom, asked nibbling on a piece of toast.

“Mom, I promise I didn’t mean too,” Finn started, “well, Kurt was in his room and I wanted to show him the skateboard Puck brought over for the history project. So I, uh, rode it into his room and the wheel got stuck on the carpet and I fell off and hit the wall and there’s now a whole on the wall where my head went through.”

Carol looked furious at Finn’s stupidity, while Burt and Kurt were in the corner trying not to laugh. Carol sighed, “We’ll have to fix that this weekend, Kurt.”

Kurt looked at the clock. “Crap,” He said, “Finn, eat that and get in the car.”

Blaine got off his motorcycle; it will be different starting school in the half way through September. He would have started in August with the rest of the students. But his dad came home drunk the night before and beat the shit out of Blaine. It was bad he was hospitalized for five weeks with the claimed story of being mugged.

Blaine swung the entrance of the school open. He entered the halls; everyone was staring, pointing, and whispering. He walked into the office, and stopped dead in his tracks. Standing there was a boy. He was gorgeous. His eyes were striking, a beautiful cyan blue. He was an angel; maybe senior year wouldn’t be so bad.

The boy came walking up to him, he had a questionable look on his face.

“Are you Blaine Anderson?” The boy spoke, his voice was beautiful, nice and smooth. He was staring him giving a curious look.

“Yeah, who are you?” he asked. Ok, it kind of sounded like he snapped at him but he didn’t mean to.

“I’m Kurt Hummel,” he huffed, “I happen to be the person showing you around.” He had a bit of an attitude, but Blaine liked it.

“Well, hello Kurt, I’m sorry for snapping. I’ve just had a, um, ruff morning.” Blaine emphasized the word ‘ruff’. He was definitely not going to tell this kid his story.

“Oh,” Kurt’s attitude changed almost immediately. He almost looked ashamed, “Sorry, allot of the jocks here are asses.”

Blaine chuckled, and than clutched his eye. It hurt badly, his dad showed no mercy last night.

“Are you ok? Because that’s quite a shiner you’ve got there.” Kurt smirked.

“I-I can be a klutz.” Blaine said nervously.

“Oh, ok,” Kurt said sounded unconvinced. “Let’s show you around.”