Blaine's eyes shot open breathing in heavily, he must have dosed off. Blaine had a terrible dream which had consisted of seeing his parents die in front of his eyes, he tried to help but he couldn't do anything about it, all he could do was stand there screaming their names which didn't do any good.

After Blaine had calmed down a bit, he noticed that he was drenched in sweat. He wiped his forehead with his sleeve and pushed himself up off of the floor.

He walked over to his new bed sitting down next to his bags again, and then shuffled back until his back was against the wall. He looked around the room, looking for a clock but he couldn't see one, which meant he had no idea what time it was. Blaine checked his pockets looking for his phone but had no luck; his uncle must have taken it.

Blaine looked out of the window; it must at least be the afternoon because it was starting to get dark outside.

He looked at the light bulb that was glowing, just hanging there; Blaine took a quick glance around the room as the thought came to him. Where was the light switch?

Suddenly the door clicked again and it started to open, his uncle entered with a grumpy look in his eyes. "It's time for dinner, you can come and have it at the dinner table, so come on, get a move on," Uncle John said and Blaine could hear the annoyance in his voice already. Blaine dragged himself off the bed and walked out of the small room, waiting for his uncle who was shutting the door. Uncle John looked to the wall just outside Blaine's new room and flicked a switch; a switch Blaine guessed was for the light in his room. 'Great, he gets to control when I have light and when I don't, that's just great' Blaine thought and started to follow his uncle down the stairs.

Blaine walked into the dining room and waited to be told where he could sit, he didn't want to sit in the wrong place and make his uncle angry.

But it seemed that was the wrong thing to do as well, as when his uncle came back into the dining room and sat down, John looked up and gave Blaine an evil look. "Are you going to sit down or what?" John yelled. Blaine looked down at his hands and then noticed that he was actually shaking. Blaine moved slowly towards the table and sat as far away from his uncle.

Blaine heard his uncle mumble something like 'stupid queer' but Blaine chose to ignore the insult and keep his head looking down towards dinner table.

After Blaine had picked at his food for a while and went to the toilet, his uncle took him back upstairs. They walked until they got outside Blaine's bedroom door and his uncle opened it, gesturing for him to go inside. "Are you going to lock the door?" Blaine asked. "Yes, now go in to your room," John said frustration laced in his voice.

Blaine stared at his uncle; he didn't want to be locked in a room like an animal. "I don't want to be locked in, I'm not going to go anywhere," Blaine said as stern as his voice would let him, it still coming out a little shaky.

"Get in your room Blaine," John yelled and Blaine could tell how angry he was getting but he wasn't going to give up. "I will, if you promise you won't lock it," Blaine said hesitantly.

 John grabbed Blaine's arm and stared to drag him into his room. Blaine used his other hand to reach out and punch his uncle in the face.

John hissed and let go moving back a few steps, he lunged, coming straight back at Blaine punching him hard in the stomach causing Blaine to hunch over in pain. John grabbed Blaine by his hair and pulled his head up, before punching him in the face and tossing him into his room, pulling to door closed.

Blaine lay flat on the carpet floor; he was in too much pain to try to get up just yet. He could hear his uncle going down the stairs which meant he was going to have to spend the rest of the night in total darkness. Blaine sobbed and turned on to his side, bringing his hand to his face he tried to feel the damage that his uncle had done to his face.

After a while he dragged himself off the floor and on to his bed knocking all the bags on to the floor with his feet. He lay facing the ceiling, feeling his eyes drift shut until he slowly drifted to sleep.

Blaine woke to the sound of the door being unlocked. His uncle walked in, dragging him out of bed and on to the floor with a thump. "Time to go to school," John said with a smile. Blaine looked at the bruise that had formed on his uncle's face and it made Blaine smirk a little. He got to his feet and walked to his wardrobe, turning to watch as his uncle walked out, and then opened it taking out some clothes not sure what to wear. Blaine was always used to wearing a uniform that he hadn't thought about what to wear other that the holidays and weekends.

When Blaine finally picked out an outfit of a black shirt and a red bow tie, he walked out of the room and down the stairs, he had found his school bag within the bags he had brought with all the essentials he would need in there already packed and ready to go.

He looked out of the window and his uncle was already in the car waiting for him to follow. Blaine left the house closing the door behind him and walked towards the car. He opened the passenger side door and was about to get in when his uncle stopped him. "You can sit in the back," he said pointing to the back seats.

Blaine closed the car door and walked to the back seat door opening it, he sat inside and pulled his seat belt on. The car had already started to move before he had even had a chance to put his seat belt on, he wondered why his uncle was so eager to take him to school, though thinking about it, he didn't really want to find out.

Blaine looked in the car mirror at where his uncle had hit him, there was only a small bruise but it had reached his cheek bone making it look dark.

Uncle John smiled as he pulled in to McKinley car park and the car came to a halt. He turned and looked at Blaine, "Go on then," he told him. Blaine got out of the car and within seconds his uncle had started to drive away.

Blaine walked slowly towards the school, wondering what it was going to be like inside.

When he finally reached the front doors, he entered slowly looking around at all the people who were in the hallways, hoping that one of them would tell him where to go. Blaine walked down the hall way scared at all the funny looks he was getting, he felt like he was somehow dangerous so no one could come near him.

Suddenly he heard a bunch of whispers and shrieks. Blaine turned to see what the fuss was about when he saw a bunch of guys in football jackets coming towards him.

"Hey new guy," one of the jocks said and they all stopped in front of Blaine at once. "Hey," Blaine said curiously not sure what was going to happen. Suddenly they all brought out slushies from behind their backs, he didn't even have time to think before five slushies were being tipped and thrown at him at once. Blaine felt humiliated as a string of laughter came at him, he felt like crying but he wasn't going to give them the satisfaction.

If felt like they were never going to leave, just stand there and laugh but suddenly of the jocks must have got bored and started to walk away and the others slowly followed still laughing at the mess they had made.

Blaine had no idea what he was going to do, so he just stood there. Suddenly felt two hands on his shoulders pulling him backwards. "Come with me," the mystery person said, Blaine didn't have anything else he could do other than follow this person, so that's what he did. He led Blaine down the corridor and into the girl's bathrooms. "What are you doing? These are the girl’s bathrooms," Blaine said ripping his shoulders away from the mystery persons grip.

Blaine turned around and he couldn't believe what he saw. Blaine's eyes widened, he was looking at the most beautiful person he had ever met. He had the bluest eyes he had ever seen, the perfect brown hair that was styled in just the right way and as soon as he looked at him, he couldn't help but fall in love.

"Hey, I'm Kurt," the mystery guy said putting his hand out for Blaine to shake, but all that Blaine could do was keep staring in to his beautiful blue eyes.