My biggest fear was always walking down the hallway and knowing I couldn’t stop them. Why should this new school be any different. I’m the deaf gay kid, I’m the obvious target! It was just inevitable for me not to be. Well, even though luck isn’t on my side, I wished and prayed to any God out there that this school would be different. For once the people would be kind and maybe, just maybe I might even make a friend.

You see, my last school brought some of the worst memories in my life. I had experienced it all; getting pushed into lockers, thrown into dumpers, locked in a closet (Oh, the irony), getting beat up. Yeah, not the best life.

One night I was coming home from a therapy session near by my school, the ‘jocks’ caught up with me and to make a long story short they pretty much killed me. Sometimes, to be honest, I wish they did. That would mean I would never have to go through any of this torture again. I don’t remember much of the beating but when I woke up in hospital, I had stab wounds on my lower abdomenon and a deep scar on my chest that will never fade. A constant memory of the horrendous night every time I take my shirt off. Like anyone would like to be friends with a boy with the words ‘Oblivious Fag’ scarred on his chest. Yeah, no one. Especially in Ohio.

I took time in the morning making sure I didn’t stand out. I chose to wear a simple pair of jeans, a deep blue V-neck shirt and black converses. My hair was another problem. My dark curly locks just seem to get in the way, so I gelled it don, but not too much that it would look like plastic.

My mum drove me to school and I could see the worried look in her eyes. I’ve told her I’d be fine. It’s not anything new to me. I gave her a quick kiss on the cheek and entered the school with my sister by my side.

So, here I am now, walking down the hallway of another public school. We tried so many times to save up money for s private school, but we just cannot afford it. I always tell my parents I’ll be fine. But fate begs to differ.

I grabbed my sisters hand and she could sense I was frightened of the past repeating itself. “Blaine, it’s going to be alright. We’re just going to get our timetables. Nothing else.” I read my sister’s lips.
“Sorry , Abbey! I’m just worried. Everytime I go to the principal’s office…I…I”
“Shh,” she calmed me down while rubbing my shoulders. “It’s ok, Blaine. I understand.

Abbey was in the year below me and she was the only friend I’ve ever had. She always looked out for me and was the only one who truly cared. She was slightly taller then me with the same olive skin as my own, however she had piercing green eyes and long wavy black hair. She was absolutely gorgeous.

Once we found the principle’s office I took a breath in. ‘ This time will be different’ I told myself. I sunk into the chair by the principal’s desk and wasn’t bothered reading the lips of our new principal. It was the usual welcome to school speech. I was just day dreaming when Abbey nudged me. “What ?” I asked her. ‘Read.’ She told me in sign language.

“Now,Blaine. I am aware of your condition . This is why I have assigned a note-taker for your classes, so you won’t miss out on anything the teacher’s have said.” Principal Figgins told him.Blaine nodded. ‘ Why did people think they have to speak slow for me to understand them.’ I thought.

“I have selected a student in all your classes to do this. He is an excellent student. He receives perfect grades and had a perfect attendance. His name is Kurt Hummel.”

He gave us our timetables I was looking over it when I saw principle Figgins look over the door. “Come in.” I saw him say. I slowly turned around to see who entered. I expected a teacher or my mother no less. What I did not expect to was a pair of incredible glasz eyes, who belonged to a beautiful young man. His chestnut hair was perfectly coiled and was he had the most amazing fashion sense, I had ever seen in a teenage boy.

Abbey seemed to notice me staring at him, she nudged me and winked when I turned to her. I blushed so hard. This boy probably wasn’t even gay, let alone be interested in a guy who can’t even hear!

“Blaine, this is Kurt, the boy who will be your note-taker.” The principal said. I looked over at Kurt and our eyes met. He was gorgeous, especially when he cracked a smile at me.

Figgins explained to Abbey and Kurt what to do. I saw everyone standing up and not knowing what I was supposed to be doing I just followed. Abbey quickly filled me in, telling me that Kurt was going to take her to her class, then I’d follow him to go to our science class. I responded with a thumbs up. She looked at me confused. I usually speak to reply, the truth was I was nervous how my voice would sound next to Kurt. I mean I haven’t heard my voice before, it could be complete crap!

I followed Abbey and Kurt, who were already in conversation, like a lost puppy. We dropped Abbey off at a classroom down the hall. We saw the teacher introducing her to the class as we left. Kurt smiled as I looked up at him. I probably looked lik a nervous wreck without my sister. I had no clue where I was going or what would happen to me.

Kurt seemed to sense my anxiety and reached out to squeeze my hand. I was completely shocked. No one ever at my of my previous schools showed my any care. I looked back up at him and smiled. I reached out and grabbed his hand.

When we seemed to reach the door to class, our hands quickly separated and we walked in. Kurt explained our situation and he took me to a seat next to his.

I was silently reading the textbook when I saw a piece of paper fall in front of me. It seemed to be a note from Kurt. I looked at him and smiled before I read it.

Hey, I though I’d introduce myself officially. I’m Kurt Hummel. I’m 17…and this class is really boring! -_-

I laughed at the ending of the note, before realising people could hear me.
I took my pen out and wrote a reply.

Well hi there, Kurt Hummel! My name is Blaine Anderson. I must inform you I am also 17 :) And I wouldn’t know. Don’t know what’s going on in this class haha!

I slid the note back and smiled. I though for once, I may actually get a friend. A completely gorgeous friend! But he doesn’t know I’m gay yet. May repulse him…

I continued reading the text book before the paper was back in front of me.

It’s great to meet you Blaine Anderson! Oh, we may be the same age but I am much taller then you. I hope this doesn’t offend you. I am aware of your condition. I know you read lips and know sign language but do you talk?
I apologise if I’m too forward.
Xx Kurt.

Yeah, the question hurt a little but he didn’t mean for it to be bad. I was too focused on the kiss kiss at the end.

It’s great to meet you too, Kurt Hummel. Haha, everyone is taller then me, I’m used to it by now. Oh, don’t worry. No offence taken. I do speak, but I just have not clue what I sound like…haha.
Xx Blaine

I gave the note to him, soon after I saw everyone leaving. I assumed the bell had gone. I followed him out of class with a smile.

I had finally made a friend.