Blaine opened his eyes, blinking himself awake; he knew that he wouldn't be able to get back to sleep again so he uncurled out of his uncomfortable position on the couch not listening to his body that was begging him not to move.

His body was stiff and sore; he closed his eyes briefly before opening them and lifting up his shirt to see what damage had been made the night before.

He winced as he saw the bluish purple mark that was left on the right side of his ribs, luckily none of them seemed to be broken but one was definitely bruised.

He forced himself to stand up and walked to the freezer, he pulled out an ice pack placing it gently on his ribs in hope that the swelling would go down. He didn't want to go to school today but he would rather be there than here waiting for Nathan to come back.

He looked at the time, 6:30am, perfect.

He grabbed a packet of crisps, a chocolate bar and a bottle of water before going in search of his bag.

He found it resting against the sofa and shoved the food inside. He walked through the apartment going straight into the bathroom, stripping off his clothes and jumping into the shower.

He praised the warm water as it flooded over his body relieving him of the stress; he closed his eyes humming to himself while washing his hair before jumping out of the shower and wrapping a towel around his waist.

He walked into the bed room that both he and Nathan shared, he hated it, he didn't sleep some nights in the fear that Nathan would wake wanting to let out his sexual frustrations on him.

He shook the thought out of his head walking to the chest of draws pulling out a pair of chinos, a pair of underwear, and a polo shirt.

Once he was dressed he looked at the time again, 7:16.

He walked back into the living room and grabbed his bag, he wanted to leave quickly just in case Nathan came back; he didn't think that he could handle any more of his anger right now.

He walked to the front door opening it before walking out and slamming it behind him. He searched in his bag for his car keys, finding them where he had left them in the bottom of his bag.

He walked to his car stopping when the large scratch on the side of his car caught his eye, "Damn it," he said walking up to it running his fingers along the mark. Nathan must have done it when he left last night.

He sighed unlocking his car and jumping inside throwing his bag onto the passenger seat, he knew that it wouldn't take long to get to school but he liked to get there early. He didn't bother putting the radio on and started to pull away from the path, pulling his seat belt on at the same time.

He drove with the same eerie silence that he did every morning, and soon was pulling into the school parking lot and parking in his regular spot by the trees about equal distance to the school and the gate.

He sat there for a few moments, before going into the compartment at the front of the car taking out a packet of painkillers, taking two using the bottled water that he had stored into his backpack.

More people were starting to arrive now so he got out dragging his bag with him, slamming the door and locking it.

He looked to the floor and took the same routine that he used to get around the school, only taking small looks up to make sure that he didn't bang into anyone.

...

Kurt walked into the school gates, he lived near the school so there had never been any reason to drive his car and it was also the fact that he like to walk, especially in the summer when the skies were blue and the bird tweeted calling out to each other.

He looked around trying to spot anyone that he knew, he hated walking around the school alone with all the people around it seemed to make him feel small.

That's when the kid that he knocked over came into view, he was walking towards the entrance with his head down, only taking small looks up making sure that he was going in the right direction and wasn't going to bang into anything.

His walked turned into a jog as he ran to catch up with him.

...

Blaine was almost at the school entrance when someone ran in front of him blocking his way; he looked up seeing the most beautiful pair of eyes that he had ever seen.

"Hey," Kurt said.

His words making Blaine shrink a little, no one ever talked to him.

"Hi," he whispered back trying to walk around him but he just stepped in front of him again.

"I just wanted to say sorry for knocking you down yesterday," he said his voice to naturally cheerful.

Blaine nodded. "Thanks," he said trying to get around him again, but this time Kurt grabbed his arm.

A shock of pain ran through him and he gasped pulling his arm away from Kurt.

"I'm sorry, I didn't meant to hurt you," Kurt said his eyes now filled of hurt and guilt.

"Its fine, I'm fine," Blaine said walked off towards the entrance to the school and this time Kurt let him past. Though, he started following behind him.

He thought that Kurt was just walking to his locker a first but when Blaine finally stopped at his own locker, Kurt stopped to.

Blaine turned to him. "Why are you following me?" he asked not looking him in the eyes but more at his feet.

"I don't know," Kurt replied and Blaine frowned turning back to his locker, putting in the combination and pulling it open.

He paused and turned again but this time he looked at Kurt's face.

"How did you hurt your arm?" He asked and Blaine's eyes widened, he turned back to his locker and started to search for the books that he would need for the next couple of lessons.

"When I banged into you gasped and you looked so pained, and then today when I grabbed your arm," Kurt continued but he could feel him getting closer as he said the words.

"I fell," Blaine replied hoping that it was a good enough answer and that he would be left alone. He found the books that he wanted and pulled them out, slamming his locker and turned walking down the corridor.

He looked over his shoulder to see if Kurt was still following him, he wasn't, he was leaning against his locker staring at him walk away. There was something in his eyes, concern maybe? It didn't look like he had believed him; he didn't know why he cared.

...

He was lying he could hear it in his voice, there was something wrong.

He still didn't know why he cared; the kid didn't look like he wanted help. But he couldn't just ignore it now he knew something was wrong, he wasn't sure what it was and he wasn't sure that he wanted to know. But he had to do something.

He turned walking to his first class, but he knew that the kid was going to be the only thing on his mind.

He also had to find out his name, which would be the first thing that he did.