"Y-you're gay to?" Kurt said in shock.

"Yeah, is that a problem?" Blaine questioned a hint of nervousness in his voice.

"NO!" Kurt practically shrieked, "I mean that's absolutely no problem at all, so how about lunch?"

"Sure, but I'm not all that hungry." Blaine said, he was lying through his teeth. He was starving; he hadn't had anything to eat since Sunday morning, and it was Monday afternoon.

"Ok, well, I can get to know you." Kurt smiled. They entered the lunch room and got in line. Blaine's stomach rumbled, it wasn't that he was super hungry. He can go five days at most with little to no food now of days. Kurt got a salad and an apple. Kurt bought his food and tossed the apple at Blaine's hands.

"Eat, you shouldn't skip lunch." Kurt said giving him a stern look.

"Thanks, mom." Blaine said with an eye roll.

"You're welcome, Darling." Kurt said. Blaine snickered. Kurt led him to a table full of different people. He recognized a few people form some classes. There was a special blonde sitting by a boy in a wheel chair.

"BLAINEYBOO!" Brittany squealed, hopping up and running to him. She jumped into him and wrapped her arms around him.

"I'm making Kurtiekins jealous so he'll make a move on you fast." Brittany whispered into his ear as she clung onto him for dear life.

"Um, thanks Britt?" Blaine said releasing her. She winked and skipped away, leaving Blaine standing there with a room full of eyes on him holding his apple awkwardly.

"What was that all about?" He heard Kurt say beside him. Blaine chuckled.

"She said she was making you jealous so you'd make a move on me faster." Kurt's cheeks flushed, and Blaine smiled as they made their way to the table of confused people.

"Oh, no! He can't sit here Glee members only!" a girl screeched from across the table.

"Rachel, shut the fuck up. New white boy, take a seat." A black girl from across the table said. Blaine smiled and took a seat with Kurt on one side and the end of the table on the other.

"Thanks Mercedes." Kurt said sitting between Blaine and a pretty Latino cheerio. She threw her arm around Kurt.

"So Kurtsie, finally catch a boy? I've got to say he's hot," The Latino winked, "And the black eye makes him look all badass."

"Shut up Santana." Blaine saw Kurt blushing wildly. God he was cute when he blushed. Completely ignoring him, Santana looked past Kurt to Blaine.

"Got a name, noob?" Santana asked him.

"Blaine Anderson." He mumbled nibbling on his apple.

"Quiet one aren't we?" She smiled, she looked like trouble. Blaine would remember this one. He picked at his apple, she reminded him of his mom. She was like a slippery snake; she was sweet till you piss her off or if she's full of alcohol.

"Sweetie, are you gonna tell us what happened to your eye?" Mercedes asked sweetly.

"Sorry what?" Blaine asked.

"Your eye, and lip and, damn boy were you hit by a car or something?" Mercedes laughed.

"I, um, well, I'm prone to danger. So I get hurt, heal, then I hurt myself bad again, and the cycle continues." Blaine said taking a big bite out of his apple so he didn't have to answer anymore questions. He knew that when he would get better his dad would beat the shit out of him because he got mad or mostly for no good reason

"Oh, ok, just tell us when the cycle is about to start over so we can stay as far away from you as possible." Mercedes laughed. Other people at the table started to drift into separate conversations.

"Time for me to get to know the mysterious Blaine Anderson." Kurt said turning to him.

"There's not much to know." He mumbled nervously. He never let people get close to him. It was a dangerous thing, if they found out his dad would most likely literally kill him. His dad always scared or hurt anyone or anything that wanted to get close to Blaine his dad wanted Blaine to feel pain at all times. God, Blaine hated him.

"Let's start with where you moved from." He asked.

"Fort Wayne, Indiana." Blaine mumbled, don't make eye contact, don't make eye contact. His brain repeated over and over again.

"Oh, that's not to far from here. What's Indiana like? Did you like it." Kurt asked smiling.

"It sucks. Nothing really interesting, we've got corn, roads, and more corn. That's it." Blaine said. Maybe he could trust Kurt. Blaine has to try.

"Yeah, that doesn't sound fun. So, next question, do you have any siblings?" Kurt asked.

"Yeah, one, her name is Olivia." Blaine smiled. Olivia was the light of his life. She was strong for a five year old.

"Aw. That's a cute name. How old is she and what does she look like." Kurt said. He had his chin resting in the palm of his right hand.

"She's five, and she's got long, loose dark curls. She's really short for her age. She as an olive skin tone, and freckles on the bridge of her nose; she calls them angel kisses. And she has these gorgeous caramel eyes." Blaine said he loved his sister. She was the only person he loves.

"She sounds adorable. I hope I get to meet her." Kurt said.

"Me, too." Blaine smiled back. They were staring into each others eyes. Kurt coughed.

"Well, how about next question?" Kurt asked, Blaine nodded, "What are your parents like."

His whole world froze. How the hell are you getting out of this one Anderson? He thought, he knew he shouldn't have let this boy, who he just met, ask him personal questions. He felt like he might be sick. But he knew he couldn't, he needed to keep the apple down. God only knows when his next meal will be.

"Blaine? Are you ok? You look green." Kurt looked worried, Blaine started sweating.

"Um, I-I need to go sorry I'll see y-you late Kurt. T-thanks for the apple." Blaine sprinted from the cafeteria, leaving a very confused Kurt Hummel.

"Are you ok?" Blaine whipped around to see a curly haired teacher standing over him. This must be his classroom. Blaine looked around to see chairs on risers, a choir room. Blaine loved to sing, but he rarely did because his dad would call him a fag and beat him.

"M'fine." Blaine groaned. The teacher helped him to his feet.

"Ok?" the teacher said unconvinced," I'm Mr. Schuester. The Glee director." The man said extending his hand.

"Blaine Anderson." Blaine said gripping his hand.

"You can call me Mr. Schue. Can I ask you a question?" He asked, Blaine nodded. "Can you sing?"