The curly haired boy glazed his mouth down the side of Kurt's throat, his hot breath wrapping around Kurt's neck. It sent shivers up Kurt's spine. Kurt whimpered in fear moving his face to the side pulling far away from the boy as he could, this was something new. Kurt was used to being attacked at school in the hallways every day. But this, this closeness of the other boy was something that Kurt had never experienced in McKinley halls. He was too scared to move, afraid of what this new mysterious boy, that he'd never seen at school before, would do if he tried to escape his horrid clutch. Kurt's body was fully pressed against the wall.

The boy ran the tip of his nose back up Kurt's neck. Kurt swallowed had as the shorter boy backed his head away from his neck quickly looking into Kurt's eyes. Kurt gasped as the hand on the wall by the side of Kurt's head moved to cupped the side of his face. Kurt's eyes were wide an afraid as the boy inched closer.

Stop. Stop. Stop, Kurt screamed in his head. But screaming wouldn't change anything. He knew he had to push him off to get him to stop, but Kurt didn't have the strength or courage to push him away. Kurt knew better then to shove people away. They always fight back ten times harder. Personal experience.

There is something wrong with this situation. No one is supposed to be in the hallways in the morning. Kurt's supposed to be able to go through the hallways in the morning by himself and the rest of the day with another person, usually Rachel or Mercedes, without any problem. This, being forced into the lockers with something stabbing him in the back was not supposed to happen.

Please, please, no. Kurt squeezed his eyes closed. The boy's lips crushed over Kurt's briefly. They were coarse and dry.

"Hey!" a voice screamed through the empty hallway. Rachel. Kurt pushed the boy off of him.

The boy had been caught now so pushing him away was worth anything that could come later in time. The boy stumbled backwards, eyes trained on Kurt instead of the voice down the hall.

The footsteps grew closer and Kurt ran over to them. Oh, was he glad to see Rachel standing there. Kurt wrapped his arm with her.

"What do you think you are doing?" Rachel asked sternly. "Are you trying to get in serious trouble, Blaine?"

Blaine. Blaine. Blaine. They boys named echoed through Kurt's mind. What a nice name… Kurt looked Blaine's appearance, to bad he's a jerk for forcing him on Kurt. But wow, didn't he look good. His curly hair was wild but somehow tamed. And his clothes, wow weren't they tight. But of course they weren't of any good quality brand like what Kurt would buy. Kurt let his eyes examine the boy entire, while gripping onto Rachel's arm for dear life. He couldn't help but let his mind wonder into the state of picture Blaine with no shirt on. He probably had a nice set of abs, and stronger arms, the perfect structure, perfect body, wait no… This boy just forced himself on to you, Kurt scolded himself. Stop picturing him naked. Kurt glanced over at Blaine's face, startled to see Blaine's golden eyes still fixed on him.

Rachel had continued to say few other things but Blaine wasn't paying attention to Rachel's voice for his eyes trailed up and down Kurt's body. Which had caused Kurt to shift uncomfortably.

The last half of Kurt's junior year is going to be something else. Completely different than what he imagined it was going to be. Of course, Kurt wished that this year was going to be different compared to his sophomore year where Karofsky was a new student to McKinley, he went to the top of the school quickly and began to make Kurt's life a complete living hell.

Kurt had wished for the bullying to stop. He wished for the tormenting comments, slurs, the shoves in to the lockers and the slushie facials to end. But that didn't happen. Why would it have? He is the gay target of the school. Everyone chooses Kurt to make their day better, but his day worse. The bullying commences onward and is now placed in Kurt's agenda for every day. He wishes he could erase that from his day to day schedule.

He also wished he could find someone like him. In the sexual preference area, (you know someone now like Finn. That was horrible.) And someone who can support him and understand the troubles and complications that he endures every day.

And who knows, maybe they could fall in love, move from the friend status into the relationship part. They could battle the rest of high school together, move to New York, live their dreams, and get married legally and raise a family. That is something Kurt had wished for everyday of the summer.

But what did he get instead?

Bullies picking on him from the first day of school, a broken wrist around Thanksgiving from a dumpster toss gone wrong (Although a dumpster toss is wrong no matter how it is done.), and now this guy.

Blaine. A guy who seems gay by the way he came on to Kurt. But who knows, Blaine could have been put up by Karofsky to make his life even more of a living hell. Torment him sexually now, something new. Kurt wanted to throw up just at the thought of being sexually assaulted at school. No one noticed him being bullied now, who would see him being sexually assaulted? No one. That's who. Rachel did this time before anything actually happen. Nothing did happen, but Kurt wasn't stupid. He knew that if she didn't show that something was most likely going to happen.

Rachel showing just now was pure luck. Luck Kurt never had. Rachel's supposed to be in class. No one is allowed to be in the hallways when the first period bell rings or you'll get a detention. If you're caught by the right person, you'll get a weeks' worth of detention.

Wait, why is Rachel even in the halls right now? Kurt's pervious thoughts were interrupted. And how does she know Blaine's name?

"Really?" Rachel snapped. Kurt eyes moved to her, he knew he missed something. Rachel's expression was hard and evil… mean looking. Kurt stiffened. He's never seen Rachel this mad before at any body and there are times in Glee club when she seemed like she would rip someone's head off if they even looked at her wrong. But this, this was completely different and this was directed at someone she didn't even know.

"Rach," Kurt whispered so it was only audible to her. "Let's just get to class. Come on." Kurt pulled on her arm slightly but she didn't budge.

"Really, Blaine…" Blaine finally looked over Rachel. He raised an eyebrow in curiosity, pretending like he didn't do anything wrong at all. Kurt scoffed ad rolled his eyes. Playing innocent doesn't get you anywhere.

Rachel shook her head next to me. "Disappointed…" Rachel's voice was quite next to me but I knew Blaine heard her just by the look on his face. Guilt flashed through his eyes but he quickly covered it up and rolled his eyes.

"Whatever," Blaine coughed. "I need a cigarette." He dug into his pocket pulling out his box of cigarettes, pulling one out. He replaced the box back into the pocket and took a lighter instead. Rachel gasped besides me as he light the cancer stick in the middle of the hallway. He took a long drag, sending daggers over to Rachel as he did it. He turned and walked down the hall way from Kurt and Rachel.

Kurt looked over at Rachel. Her head was faced to the ground.

"Rachel?" Kurt asked. "Are you alright? Who was that guy?" Rachel sniffled and looked at the ceiling before averting her eyes over to Kurt.

"I'm fine," she said. "How are you? Are you okay? People are so rude, coming on to others. Seriously, people need to learn some respect." Kurt knew he was missing something. There was something that Rachel wasn't sharing, but he was going to push. If Rachel didn't want to share, then she didn't have to.

"I'm fine, really. I had everything under control," Kurt lied. "What are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to be in Glee?" Rachel smiled, and dug the pass from her pocket of her skirt.

"You weren't in class yet and it was already fifteen minutes into class. We were all worried about you, so I offered to come find you." Kurt smiled at Rachel's words. At least he had to glee club to care about him. Rachel pulled his arms tighter. "Come on. Let's get to class. You won't believe was this week's assignment is." Rachel rolled her eyes thinking about the assignment that Mr. Schue assigned for this week.

"Oh god, what is it now?" Kurt sneered as they proceeded to the choir room,

"Country," Rachel faked a gagged,

"Ew, that shouldn't even be qualified as music. Why does he do this to us Rachel! It's like he wants us to lose Regionals," Kurt pretended to be over dramatic. Rachel laughed at him and Kurt soon joined in with the laughing. They walked into the choir room, were the students we already arguing about the assignment with Mr. Schue. Seems like no one wanted to do it.

"Forget it guys, this is this week's assignment. Build a bridge and get over your problems," the teacher said and turned to Brad telling to start playing. Mr. Schue jumped into a song. Kurt sat down with a roll of the eyes laughing at the teacher's pathetic dance moves. A smile was now placed on his face.

All was soon forgotten about what just happened in the hall.

Blaine eventually made it to the office to pick up his schedule and shit that was needed for school. Transferring in the middle of term was definitely not the easiest thing. By the time he made it to the office it was around the middle of third period. The women in the office didn't seem to notice or even care about where he had been for those classes. Blaine took that as an invitation.

An invitation to not go to any other class as well for the rest of the day and that is how he brought it on himself to be going to class well after the final bell had rang.

The scary old lady teacher stood at the door way of a classroom that was at the end of the hall. Blaine couldn't believe he got caught skipping class and smoking, last flipping period too! And by this lady! Any other person Blaine would just jumped up and left without letting the teacher get to him. But this bitch was one creepy old looking lady. He didn't want to test anything. She looked so old like she could die in any second; she had to be present in World War I or something. Blaine walked into the small class room not daring to look back at the door. He could still hear the click of her shoe walking into the room as she tapped her foot at the door way. A teacher he never seen before sat at the desk in front of the room. He was hunched over grading some papers.

"Sit in any desk," he spoke without looking up. "Detention will be over at 2:45. Stay quiet and find something not annoying to do until then." Blaine raised his eyebrows in interest before walking to sit in a desk located in the back of the type room. Blaine examined the room, it was nothing special. Maps covered the walls along with various dead people. This was obviously a history classroom.

"Miss Lopez, now I don't care what you say you were doing. Trying to help Miss Pierce breath again doesn't cancel out the fact that you were skipping last period and PDA was being involved," Blaine looked up.

"Mister, seriously. I was just trying to save her life," a small toned hour glass shaped Latino stood in the doorway. Her hands were flying around while she explained the situation. "She was choking on a grape. What was I supposed to do? Watch her die right in front of my eyes? Mouth to mouth was the only way I could have saved her." The teacher gave her an incredulous look.

"That's great Miss Lopez. But the fact that Miss Pierce didn't have grapes in her possession doesn't help your 'story'," Blaine could have heard the girls eyes roll.

"Now Miss Lopez," he continued pushing her into the classroom more. "Find a seat and enjoy the rest of today's detention."

The girl rolled her eyes again and turned to face the room. She straightened her cheerleading outfit and let her eyes wonder the room. They landed on Blaine and a creepy smirk grew on to her face. Blaine raised his eye brows in curiosity as he found her gawking at him. Santana winked at him as she made her way to the desk that was placed left to Blaine's. Blaine tired not to pay attention to her presence picking at the engraving of a line on the desk top. If there was any kind of person he didn't want to associate with. It's a girl that gives him sex eyes as soon as she spots him.

One Blaine is gay. Two wasn't she caught for making out with a girl? And three, Blaine is gay.

"Pst," Blaine froze at the sound of a girl's voice. He turn turned a bit to look at her. His mind racing for the correct hurtful words to kick her with. He didn't need any love stuck whiny girls attached to his rear end.

"What you in here for?" she whispered trying not to get the lazy teacher in the front of the room to notice that she was talking. The smirk was still on her face.

"Smoking," he said unaware of why he answered her. "Skipping class." Her eyes widened and gave a little moan.

"You have cigarettes?" she asked desperately. Blaine looked at her confused giving a slight nod.

"Wow, I need one of those so bad. Stupid Berry took mine away. She said they ruining my singing voice." Blaine winced at his sister's name. This girl must be in glee club with Rachel. The girl sat back in her chair with a huff. "Like I give a shit, I don't plan on being a singer in my life. That girl needs to learn her shit and leave me alone." Blaine looked back at the scratch on the desk. He didn't know how he felt about people talking about his sister like that.

"Although all she could talk about to was how her family was being a pain in her ass and running her life," the girl spat. The girl continued to rant. Blaine winced again. Is that really how she felt? That me being here is ruining her life? Blaine thought. He felt anger build in him.

"Hey!" Blaine spoke at her. "If you can get me out of here right now, I'll give you a smoke." Blaine watched as the smirk reappeared on to her face.

"My pleasure," her voice slurred. She looked up at the teacher then turned to look at the window behind her.

"Alright, this is what we are going to do," she began. Blaine listened intensively. "We have to be quick and we have to be quiet." Blaine nodded. "The drop out the window is about seven feet not that far at all if you land the right way. All we have to do is jump out of it. Mr. Page," the girl nodded to the teacher who sat the teacher desk. "He's hard of hearing. So it should be easy to escape without him hearing. He probably won't even remember who we are anyway if he does notice we are missing."

Blaine starred at her in surprise.

"Have you don't this before?" it was a stupid question and Blaine knew it. The girl laughed.

"Well duh, I know every in and out of this school. I'm usually never caught, but Mr. Williams just happened to show up." The girl rolled her eyes again. Blaine smiled.

"You know chicka, we could be good friends," He said nodding.

"Name's Santana curly top," she sniggered.

"Blaine, please don't call me curly top." Santana shook her head.

"Whatever you say, Blaine. Are we going to do this?" she said examining his expression. Blaine nodded.

Santana stood quietly glancing at Mr. Page before walking the few steps to the window. She unlocked the latch. It made a soft click, but nothing that Mr. Page could have heard. She proceeded to push open the window. She looked over locking eyes with Blaine, she gave a quick nod and Blaine stood slowly before walking over to where Santana was.

"You're going to go out first and when you make it to the bottom you are going to catch me. I have a competition coming up soon. Berry will kill me if I break anything. She's already up my ass I don't need her going any farther." Blaine tried to ignore the fact that she was talking about Rachel again. "Feet first." She added to the end of her rant. Blaine nodded quickly.

He glanced back at the teacher and took a deep breath. Placing one foot out the window then the other he jumped to the ground. Blaine hissed as he landed on the lightly snow covered ground. A sharp pain ran up his leg but he knew that it was any horrible damage. Nothing broken. He broke so many bones before that he knew this was something that would subside in about five minutes. Blaine regained his balance and looked up. Santana's head popped out the window frame. Blaine nodded and waved her hand for her to jump out.

Blaine watched as the girl stuck one leg out and then the next. She stuck her hand out holding up one finger. Then two fingers and then three. She jumped out; Blaine caught her but lost his balance causing the both of them to fall in a tiny snow pile.

Santana stood quickly brushing the snow off her cheerleading pants.

"Come on! He'll notice the window being open. You don't want him to look out the window and find us here!" Santana grabbed Blaine's hand pulling him up and out of the snow and began running toward the bleaches next to the football field.

Blaine was out of breath as they maybe it to the empty field. He hadn't been running since the last time he was in a track competition. Which had surprisingly been this past fall, back when he was at Dalton. All students must participate in some kind of physical activity. Santana stood near him, her breathing was content. But of course, she was an all year round cheerleader and in the glee club.

Santana held out her hand, "I believe I earned a cigarette." Blaine laughed and pulled out the pack from his pocket. He pulled out two, handing one to Santana and keeping the other. He returned the box to his pocket and pulled out his lighter. Santana leaned in as Blaine lit her cigarette. She inhaled deeply taking in the bliss. She then let a shaky breath out a mile appearing on her face. Blaine shook his head laughing and lit his own cigarette. He took a long drag and sat down on the first bleacher.

Blaine choked on the smoke he was letting out as Santana straddled his lap. She wrapped her arms around his neck.

"So you're new here, huh? I've never seen ya before," she took a drag on the cigarette and turned her head to let it go. "Why did you transfer to this shit hole?" Blaine coughed.

"Expelled," he grunted. He didn't feel comfortable with this girl in his lap.

"Ooo, what'd you do?" she seemed ecstatic about this bit of information.

"Shit," Blaine sucked on his cigarette again. He didn't want to talk about this with someone he doesn't know. Beside she didn't need to know anything. What was she to him?

"Alright I get it," Santana flicked her cigarette into the snow. "You are pretty hot, for a guy. I wouldn't mind a little fooling around." Santana moved in to kiss Blaine.

"WHOA!" Blaine shouted and pushed as far away from her as he could with her in his lap. Santana starred confused at him. "Hold on there for a sec Satan."

"What? You don't want this? I'm the hottest girl in this fucked up joint." She snapped at him climbing out of his lap.

"Whoa, chill." Blaine said quickly. "I am so gay. That," Blaine pointed motioned his hand in Santana chest area. "Are so gross to me! I mean ew, look at them!" Blaine shivered at the thought if touching breast.

"Oh, alright cool." Santana said sitting down next to him. "I'm gay too." She paused. "Shit, you're not supposed to know that! You better not tell anyone! I have razor blades hidden in my hair." she yelled into his face. Blaine held his hand up in defense.

"I won't! Seriously trust." Blaine said. "I know what it's like to be out-ed."

Santana nodded and took the cigarette in Blaine's hand and brought it to her lips taking a drag.

"Just stay away from Hummel," She said. "Then we can be cool with each other."

Hummel? Who the hell is Hummel? Blaine asked himself.