He rubbed his eyes tiredly as he sat up. His digital clock showed it was one am. He grabbed his single suitcase and shouldered his guitar as he ran out towards his car in total silence; he couldn't afford to make a single sound. If he did he'd just alert his parents.

He couldn't do that. He was getting out of that house if it was the last thing he did. He could look after himself. He had enough money from working two jobs and his savings to afford a small apartment; he was getting as far away from Westerville and his parents as he possibly could.
Blaine's parents hated him because he was gay. He was chastised by his parents for "Following the ways of the devil" Blaine's Parents, were strict uptight, close-minded business people, who believed that if you were different you didn't belong. Simple as.

Life was hell in that house. And Blaine wanted out.
Blaine didn't understand what was so wrong about a boy loving a boy, or a girl loving a girl. You didn't choose who you loved, falling in love wasn't something that could be chosen, it was spontaneous, indescribable, inevitable, it just happened. And Blaine was eagerly awaiting the day when it happened to him.

Blaine stuffed his suitcase in the boot of his car and carefully placed his guitar in the back seat.

It was time for a new start, and Blaine couldn't wait to drive away and leave his past behind him. It was time to begin a new life. And Blaine couldn't wait!
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Blaine stared up at the building that loomed above him William McKinely high school. It was quite daunting and Blaine wasn't sure if he'd be capable of facing another Public School, not after what happened in the last one, not after the safe haven of Dalton, not after having the anti bullying policy giving him a sense of safety. Getting away from his parents meant he could no longer attend Dalton.

Blaine had moved to Lima Ohio. He had managed to afford a tiny apartment on the outskirts of the town, it was small and cramped, but it was more of a home than his old house had ever been, nervously he clutched the strap of his satchel in a tight grip causing his knuckles to go white. He was shaking drastically, he knew his clothes probably screamed gay, but Blaine didn't care he wasn't going to hide the fact that he was gay,what would the point in that be. He could fight back now, he was stronger and braver now than he was when he was fifteen.

He was starting school a week later than everyone else. He had spent the past week getting settled into his new home and picking up all the book's he needed for the senior curriculum.

Saying he was nervous was an understatement, Blaine was positively terrified.

Finding the office wasn't too difficult as McKinely wasn't as big as Dalton, he walked into the office clutching his satchel tightly. The principal of William McKinely high school was a small, bald Indian man and Blaine could tell from only talking to him for ten minutes,he wasn't the brightest man in the world.

Blaine left the office clutching his schedule and staring at it intently, he was so focused on his schedule he didn't notice the large bulky football player in front of him until he'd crashed into him. "Watch where you're going newbie!" he hissed. Blaine mumbled a quick apology before continuing on his way to find his locker. He had just reached it when he was violently pushed into a row of lockers, his satchel flying out of his arms and his books scattering everywhere.

"Next time look where your going newbie!" Blaine grimaced and put his mask into place.

"Next time" Blaine grit out "Get out of the way"

"Are you talking back to me?"

"No I'm singing back to you, what do you think I'm doing."

"Watch it newbie,if you know whats good for you, you'll shut your mouth!"

"First off my name is Blaine,not newbie Blaine. B-L-A-I-N-E. But I wouldn't expect you to remember how to spell it, I'm sure you find your own name challenging enough to spell, so I wouldn't expect your pea sized brain to remember how to spell two names, wouldn't want you to spontaneously combust on me, now would I?"

The Jock raised a fist and Blaine just stared at it "I don't like you newbie, this isn't over" and with that the jock turned and walked away.

"Idiot" Blaine muttered bending down to pick up his fallen books, he paused when he saw a pair of porcelain hands helping also. He looked up to see who they belonged to and his breath caught in his throat as he saw the most beautiful boy he'd ever seen.

"That was pretty brave" an equally beautiful voice said in slight awe.

"I- um thanks" Blaine stuttered.

The boy laughed melodically. "Most new kids try to get on the good side of the jocks since they're the 'Popular Kids'"

"I'm gay; me and popular kids don't get along!"

"I like you, you're different, my names Kurt, Kurt Hummel, I'm a senior and I'm gay too" He outstretched his hand and pulled Blaine up.

"I'm Blaine, Blaine Anderson, I'm a senior too it's nice to meet you."

"So where are you from?"

"Westerville, it's about two hours from here."

"Oh I know where Westerville is, our glee club competed against a show choir from there, the Warbler's from Dalton Academy."

Blaine smiled "Yeah I was their lead soloist"

"I knew you looked familiar, what's a prep school boy doing here in little Mckinely, not spying on us New Directions are you?"

"Crap, caught red handed! No Dalton was becoming too expensive, and I have bad memories with the public school up there so here I am" Blaine answered.

"Are you going to audition for the New Direction's" Kurt questioned

"I-I don't know" Blaine answered.

"Well you'd be a great addition if you decided to audition"

Blaine blushed "Thanks, I-I'll think about it."

Truthfully, no matter how much Blaine would love to join the glee club, the only way he could pay for his new apartment was by working at his new jobs, he wasn't starting until tomorrow, he knew glee club went on after school and Blaine wouldn't feel right if he couldn't make all the rehearsals.

"So where are you first class?" Kurt questioned.

"Um english" Blaine answered.

Kurt smiled "awesome, me too, I can show you where it is if you'd like"

"I'd like that" Blaine answered. He wanted to spend as much time as he possibly could with this beautiful individual, Kurt was different than anyone Blaine had ever met, and he intended to get to know him better.