The school day had been long and Blaine was starting to get tired. After every lesson he felt a little more hopeful that next lesson was when he was going to see to Kurt again. He was always on alert, hoping that he was going to see him and his day would get a little brighter and easier.

Blaine smiled as the bell rang for lunch and he ran out of the class room, not looking where he was going. His run came to an abrupt end when he banged in to someone and he fell to the floor.

"Look where you’re going, freak!" A jock yelled.

The loud voice from the jock had got the attention from his friends, and soon all of his them started to surround Blaine smiling, glad that there was someone who they can mess with. Blaine squirmed and started to shuffle backwards only to bang in to another jock's legs.

"Who do you think you are?" One of the jocks yelled, his voice filled with spite.

"I-I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..." Blaine stumbled over his words but stopped when he saw that it wasn't doing any good.

One of the jocks shoved Blaine with his foot making him flinch. This made all the jocks scream with laughter, he thought that they were going to hurt him but suddenly they started to walk away.

"See ya, freak," One of the jocks yelled over his shoulder and another roar of laughter broke out again.

Blaine didn't move. He just sat there on the floor, feeling ashamed. Blaine had been bullied a lot worse before, but he had never let it get to him like this. It felt different this time though; if felt like everything that they had said were true.

Was he a freak?

Blaine finally got up and started walking down the corridor. He walked aimlessly, he had no idea where he was going; he couldn't remember how to get to the cafeteria. He decided that he was just going to keep walking until he found it. It couldn't be that far.

Blaine's eyes widened when he turned the corner. The jocks had backed Kurt up against the lockers. Blaine had wondered why they had left in such a hurry. A flash of anger went through him, the anger taking hold of him. He had been angry so many times but this time it was different. He didn't know what he was doing when he raced forward. He didn't have any control over his leg of his arms.

When he reached them he pushed one of the jocks off Kurt, who looked shocked. Blaine turned to the jock he had just pulled off Kurt. He looked surprised and outraged that someone like Blaine had even dared to touch him; let alone push him.

"What the hell do you think you're doing, freak?!" The jock said.

He started moving towards Blaine, shoving him hard backwards into a locker. The jock stormed forward pinning him to the locker. Blaine was barely aware of what was happening all he could focus on was Kurt.

"You don't touch him!" Blaine managed to get out before he realized the jock hovering above him. The realization made him cower as far back into the locker he could go.

"Oh, is that right?" The jock said while pulling his fist back.

Blaine heard Kurt gasp as the jock threw his fist at Blaine's face connecting it with his cheek bone. Blaine whimpered but refused to cry; he refused to give the jocks that satisfaction. The jock released Blaine and he fell to the floor covering his aching face with his hands.

When he took the courage to look back up he noticed that the jocks had gone. He looked around and saw them turning the corner.

"Blaine, oh my god, are you alright?" Kurt said running to his side.

"I'm fine," Blaine said. He couldn't care less about how he was feeling, he could only think about Kurt.

"Are you ok?" Blaine said flinching at how much it hurt to talk.

"Yeah I'm fine," Kurt said sighing and helping Blaine up.

The bell rang for the end of lunch and Blaine sighed, he didn't want to go to last lesson looking like this but he didn't have a choice.

"What lesson do you have? I'll walk you with you?" Kurt said. He put a hand on Blaine shoulder, trying to comfort him, but instead making him flinch.

"Sorry," Kurt said guiltily looking down.

"It's fine, umm... I have French." Blaine said looking at his timetable.

He started walking ahead. When he got to the end of the corridor he stopped to make sure that Kurt was following.

French seemed to last forever. Blaine had stared at the clock for at least ten minutes, hoping that if he stared at it for long enough it would magically start go faster. All he wanted was for the bell to ring so the school day was over.

Once the bell finally rang Blaine ran out to the parking lot. He hoped his uncle wouldn't show up so he could get a ride with Kurt again.

Blaine looked around the crowded parking lot and his hopes were smashed down when he saw his uncle's car down by the school gate, he sighed and started to walk towards his uncle's car. When he reached the car he opened the door to the backseat and got in.

He closed his eye as a flashback from the car ride that morning flashed through his mind. "Hey." Blaine said opening his eyes again, in hope that he might get a nice reply back.

"This car ride will be a lot more comfortable if we don't talk." Uncle John said taking his first glance back at Blaine.

His uncle’s eyes widened with glee at the sight of Blaine's face and he began to laugh quietly.

"That boy you were with get so annoyed with you that he had to hit you to shut you up?" He said with a smile on his face.

Blaine narrowed his eyes and glared at his uncle.

"I thought you said that we shouldn't talk?" Blaine said leaning further into his seat.

"Don't talk back to me, Blaine!" John said.

His smile was gone; it was like it never existed. Blaine turned and looked out of the car window as John pulled out of the parking lot and headed back to the house that Blaine thought of as a prison.

The rest of the car journey was in silence. Blaine didn't dare to look at his uncle again. He didn't want to get on the wrong side of him and have him lashing out at him.

The car had pulled in to the drive way without Blaine noticing.

He was thinking about how he was going to get out that evening; it was time for Kurt's and his date. He didn't know how he was going to handle it; if he went to eat with Kurt that night and his uncle came up to his room with dinner and noticed him missing. That would mean huge trouble.

There was only one way to solve that problem and Blaine was dreading it, the thought alone made him shiver with fear. The only way for him to see Kurt tonight was for Blaine to get himself into trouble.

Blaine slowly got out of the car. He had to come up with something that would get him in trouble, and he had to do it fast. He looked around and saw that his uncle was still in the car. It was the possibility he was looking for. He smiled and walked around the car, stopping at the door his uncle was about to open. Just before his uncle was about to get out of the car, Blaine leaned backwards on the door making sure that he put pressure on it, trapping his uncle inside the car.

"Hey, get off the car you little shit!" John yelled from inside the car.

John may be strong but no-one was strong sitting down. Blaine could feel him shoving and banging on the door trying to get out. Suddenly it stopped and Blaine turned slowly to see that his uncle was getting out of the other side.

Blaine's eyes widened and he ran towards the house as fast as his legs would take him. He looked back to see his uncle chasing him, which made him run that little bit faster up the stairs. His bag kept bouncing up and down on his back until he made it to him room. He slammed the door shut, threw his bag on the floor and crawled under his bed. He knew that it was the worst hiding place ever, but it was better that nothing. He heard the door open. Blaine could hear his uncle panting then giggle.

"You're so not having dinner, Blaine! You can starve for all I care." His uncle said before slamming the door shut.

Blaine waited until the door clicked and then got up smiling. He was happy that his plan had worked, and he didn’t get hurt which was a bonus.

The sound of a car pulling in to the drive way made Blaine's heart skip a beat. He ran to the window and peered out, he was relieved to see it was only his aunt coming home from work. Blaine hadn't seen her in a while and he wondered what she had been doing. She cared for Blaine as much (or rather as little) as John but her way was to pretend Blaine didn't exist, in some ways Blaine thought that was worse.

Blaine waited for her to go in to the house before he opened his window and climbed out. Kurt would be here soon and Blaine still had to go down the road to meet him. Blaine felt that same flash of excitement in his stomach, the one he got whenever he thought about seeing Kurt again.

Blaine hoped their friendship could evolve to something else.