He had his head held high as he walked through the corridor, no one ever dared to look him in the eye which was good because he hated it. He hated everyone and everything.

He didnt need anyone, he was fine by himself, all people did was hurt him.

Everyone moved out of the way as he sped towards the exit his curls bouncing uselessly on his forehead as he walked.

School hadnt even started yet but hed decided that he wanted to go out for another smoke before he made his way to first class.

He walked out of the school pushing through the people who were coming into the school; he turned and walked towards the field, there was a spot where no one ever went.

He reached the field and started to walk across it towards the back until he reached the metal linked fence that surrounded the school. Behind it was a small forest that wasnt really used for anything. There was a hole under the fence that allowed him to crawl to the other side into the forest.

He got onto his hands and knees and crawled through the hole not caring that he was going to get his jeans dirty.

He sat with his back against the fence and pulled out his cigarettes, lighting one before taking his first puff. He closed his eyes as he blew the smoke from his mouth feeling his stress melt away.

He hated school but he hated being at home even more, his dad was a dick and his mum was a drunk. He and his dad fought all of the time and it was his fault, he came out and everything changed.

He started to hate himself and then he started to hate everyone else.

He finished his cigarette and then threw it in front of him stomping on it to put it out; he looked over his shoulder towards and sighed before climbing to his knee and crawling back under the fence.

He didnt have a bag, just his cigarettes and lighter in one pocket and a pen and a screwed up piece of paper in the other. He walked back towards the school knowing that he was already late for his first lesson.

Though he didnt rush taking another ten minutes walking to the class, he pushed the handle of the class room and walked inside.

"Blaine, youre late," Mrs Williams said as he shuffled into the class.

"I know," he sighed walking towards his seat pausing when he saw someone sitting on his table. Normally he had a table to himself but now there was a boy with light brown hair, blue eyes and porcelain skin.

He looked around the room for another seat but every other seat in the room had been taken.

He sighed again and walked towards his seat slumping down into it, he pulled out his crumpled piece of paper and his pen. He could see the boy next to him giving him subtle looks.

"Stop looking at me," he growled.

"Sorry, I-I didnt mean to," he boy stuttered lowering his head. His voice was beautiful; he hadnt ever heard one like it.

He tried to ignore him starting to take notes on the blabber that Mrs Williams was talking about, but sitting next to someone who he didnt know started to make him uncomfortable.

"Ok, discuss Steinbeck with your partner," Mrs Williams said and his heart skipped a beat.

"Hi, my names Kurt," the boy next to him whispered as the class started to mutter to their partner.

"Lets just not talk," he said feeling his hand turning into a fist.

"Ok, did I do something wrong?" Kurt asked looking a little disappointed.

"No".

He couldnt do this anymore; he stood up stuffing him pen and his notes into his pocket before walking towards the door. He walked out of the class; he had done this enough for the teacher to know not to follow him.

He walked towards the entrance to the school, walking out of it. There was no way that he was going home so he turned towards the field.

He needed another cigarette; he didnt know why the boy got to him. Maybe it was because he seemed nice, maybe it was because he looked at him like no one else did, like a person.

He reached the back of the field and immediately climbed under the fence.

He sat back up against the fence and wrapped his arms around his knees looking into the forest. He had never gone wandering into the forest, he didnt have a clue what was in there. Many different rumours had been spread about it, like it was a place where bodies were dumped and it was full of ghosts.

He didnt believe the rumours of course but he had never needed to go into the forest.

He went into his pocket reaching for his cigarettes; he pulled one out and put it into his mouth.

He was about to light it when he heard a voice behind him.

"You know those can kill you," the familiar angelic voice made him turn around looking at Kurt was it?

"What the hell are you doing here?" He said angry that he had found him let alone when looking for him.

He took the cigarette out of his mouth.

"I wanted to know if youre ok, I didnt mean to do what I ever I did to make you mad," Kurt said and he could see the boy was viably getting annoying with him.

"Im fine and you didnt do anything, just go back to class Kurt or whatever you said your name was," he said turning and sitting back against the fence again.

He put his cigarette back in his mouth and lit it. The fence shook a little and he looked round seeing Kurt climbing under the fence, leaving his bag on the field.

"What are you doing?" He said moving up a little so that Kurt wouldnt get stuck.

"Honestly, I dont know," Kurt muttered as he finally squeezed himself through the gap.

Kurt sat down next to him but he just ignored him and took another puff from his cigarette.

"You might as well leave because Im not going to talk and be buddies with you, go find some real friends," he said talking a bigger drag of his cigarette.

"Well Im not leaving so you might as well deal with it," Kurt spat and he looked at him a little shocked that he had snapped at him.

"This is a joke," he said slamming his head back on the fence annoyed that Kurt was being stubborn.

He would go back to class eventually, right?