Blaine walked through the halls, bag slung over his right shoulder. The people he walked by were laughing, smiling and talking with their friends. He kept his head down, only taking small looks up to make sure that he didn’t bang into anyone.

He didn’t have any friends, people had tried to talk to him at the start of the year but he had ignored them. He didn’t want to pull people into his mess.

Yeah, he had a secret. A secret that he should have told someone about years ago, but he was afraid.

He had been being abused by his boyfriend for a while now, he was going to tell someone about it at one point but then he was reminded that no one else in the world would ever love him, he was nothing.

So he stayed.

No one really noticed that he was there; he just silently floated to each class.

His arm was sore from a particularly bad fight that they had last night. It was his fault, he should have been home on time, he just always seemed to get carried away when he went on long walks at night, he was lucky that he had been allowed the walk at all.

It was the end of the day now and was on the way to his car. He was about to leave the school building when he felt a shoulder bang into his, throwing him backwards. He couldn’t keep the loud gasp that escaped his lips as he fell to the floor.

“Oh my god, I’m really sorry,” the angelic voice said.

Blaine looked up, Kurt Hummel; he had seen him around the school many times. He wasn’t popular but he was well like by many people and he was beautiful. From his porcelain skin to his chestnut brown hair, he was perfect. Not that he would ever say or even show any feelings towards him.

“Its fine,” Blaine said taking Kurt’s outstretched hand and being allowed to be lifted from the floor.

“Are you sure you’re ok? You gasped pretty loud for a small bump to the shoulder,” Kurt said looking rather guilty at what he had done.

“I said I’m fine,” Blaine whispered turning and carried on the walk back to his car.

That was probably the first time that Kurt had ever even noticed that he existed, and he would probably forget him by tomorrow because that’s how his life seemed to go.

………………………….

He knew that he should have been paying attention to where he was walking, but when he knocked that kid down he couldn’t help by see that the pain he felt wasn’t just from the knock to the shoulder that he had given him.

He had seen the kid around a few times, but he hadn’t really ever paid any attention.

He felt bad for what he had done so he made a mental reminder to go and apologise to him again tomorrow.

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Blaine walked up to the front door of his apartment and unlocked the door walking straight in.

“Nathan, I’m home,” he said walking further into the room putting his house keys back into his bag.

“It’s about time, I’m starving,” the words came out spitefully and he had to contain his flinch, he had learnt to do that a long time ago. It was more of a defence mechanism, so that he could avoid a beating when possible.

Nathan was a lot taller and stronger than Blaine; otherwise he probably would have learned to fight back. He has raven black hair and light blue eyes. He hadn’t always been like this, there was a time when he had been very much in love with him, but then he started to change, only with small things like a slap round the head but then it started to escalate and before he knew it he was in too deep.

Blaine walked into the kitchen.

“What would you like to eat?” he said walking to the fridge.

“You know what worthless? I’ll just do it myself,” Nathan said anger boiling in his voice as he walked towards him grabbing him by the arm.

“Nathan, please I’ll do it, I’m sorry,” Blaine begged. But he knew there was no use in begging, that it only made it worse but that’s the only thing that he hadn’t been able to stop doing.

“Shut up Blaine,” Nathan said pushing him out the way of the fridge making him fall to the floor.

He stayed on the floor for a few seconds before trying to get up again, only to get a kick to the stomach. Blaine choked and gasped as the air left his lungs.

“You know Blaine, you look so much better on the floor,” Nathan said before grabbing what looked like a coat and walked toward the front door.

Blaine stayed lying on the floor for a couple minutes after he had heard the door slam confirming that Nathan had left before he tried to get up.

His stomach was killing him and he knew that they kick would leave him with a bruise. He dragged himself to the sofa tears already running down his face.

He laid down on the sofa, knowing that Nathan probably wouldn’t be back until tomorrow, he often disappeared for the night if he had stormed out.  

He curled up in the foetal position, ignoring the pain in his stomach and arm. Wanting to fall asleep and dream away his life, no one cared about him Nathan was right, he was worthless.

……………..

Kurt couldn’t stop thinking about the kid that he had knocked over, what was his name? Why had he looked so pained? Why was he always alone?

Yeah, he had never paid any attention to him, but from what he could remember from seeing him a few times around school, he was always alone. Everyone had at least one friend right?

I mean he was a cute guy, there didn’t seem to be any reason that people would dislike him.

He didn’t even really know why he cared so much about this kid, but he knew that there was something wrong and he was going to find out what it was.