Blaine's eyes were puffy and swollen as he stared down at his feet, hoping to draw as little attention as possible as he entered his first class at the new school. He missed Kurt so much. He just wanted to be back with him… he wanted Kurt to hold him and tell him it was gonna be okay.

But he wasn't. And Blaine wasn't.

"Oh, you must be Blaine! Everyone say, 'bonjour, Blaine!'" Cheered the much to peppy French teacher. The class chorused unenthusiastically as Blaine buried further into his books and notes. Blaine already pretty much spoke fluent French because Kurt had taught him too.

"Welcome to our class, we are so happy to have you! You'll be behind, but I can help-"

"Ce n'est pas grave. Je suis sûr que je vais tenir dans très bien." The class gaped at him. He was horrible at not attracting attention to himself. "Désolé ... Je parle presque couramment le français." Even the teacher was gaping at him. Blaine just shut his mouth and slid down in his chair, eyes stinging with tears as memories of Kurt waved over him.

"Hey, are you okay?" Asked the boy next to him, eyes filled with concern. Blaine didn't look up, and just spoke over the teacher,

"Excusez-moi. J'ai besoin d'utiliser les toilettes." And bolted out of the class with his books clutched to his chest and backpack on his back. He wasn't planning on his return. He raced to the empty classroom down the hall, where a lone piano stood, and sat on the bench as he cried into the silence. As his eyes began to empty of tears, he picked up a familiar melody and began to play. He played softly and rogue tears fall onto the keys.

Heart beats fast

Colors and promises

How to be brave

How can I love when I'm afraid to fall

But watching you stand alone

All of my doubt suddenly goes away somehow

One step closer..

I have died everyday waiting for you

Darling don't be afraid I have loved you

For a thousand years

I'll love you for a thousand more

Footsteps echoed off the empty halls, signaling a teacher's approach. But Blaine was lost in his own song. His love for Kurt pounded in his heart as more tears poured down his cheeks.

Time stands still

Beauty in all he is

I will be brave

I will not let anything take away

What's standing in front of me

Every breath

Every hour has come to this

I have died everyday waiting for you

Darling don't be afraid I have loved you

For a thousand years

I'll love you for a thousand more

A man stood in the doorway, leaning casually against the frame, soaking up the song… and the view.

And all along I believed I would find you

Time has brought your heart to me

I have loved you for a thousand years

I'll love you for a thousand more…

Blaine slowed the song, feeling his heart break as he recalled watching helplessly as Kurt was pulled away from him.

All along I believed I would find you

Time has brought your heart to me

I have loved you for a thousand years

I'll love you for a thousand more…

The note rang out… a sad, melancholy tune that reverberated off the walls of the choir room.

"I think you've got the wrong room for your first class." Said the man in the doorway. Blaine was so startled in his haste to get up he tripped over his bench. "Woah there." The figure called, coming out of the shadows and into the light of the room. He reached a hand out of his pocket and extended it to the fallen boy. Blaine took it and weakly jumped up.

"What's got you down? Boy trouble?" Blaine gasped at him. "Oh please, with that gold bow tie? Not only are you out of uniform and making a statement, no one else would have such a sense of fashion. Have you SEEN how well it matches your eyes. And you thought you were being discreet…"

"Please just… just don't hurt me!" Blaine threw his hands over his face and turned his back on the shadow.

"Hurt you? Please! Ruin chances with such a sexy man? And you aren't to bad yourself." He winked at Blaine and suddenly he felt the need to throw up. "I'm Logan."

"And I'm not interested." Blaine retorted shyly and retreated out the room.

"Oh but you will be." Said Logan, voice hissing with lust as his stared after the lost boy.

Blaine looked back at the empty room periodically, checking his wake for the outline of a man.

Finally he felt as if he would be safe. He kept walking, and everywhere it seemed he saw Kurt there.

Wondering the streets, in a world underneath it all

Nothing seems to be, nothing tastes as sweet

As what I can't have

Like you and the way that you're twisting your hair

round your finger

Tonight I'm not afraid to tell you

What I feel about you.

I'm gonna muster every ounce of confidence I have

and cannon ball into the water

I'm gonna muster every ounce of confidence I have

For you I will

For you I will

The classes let out around him. Everyone pushed their way through and he stumbled to the ground.

"You okay?" Asked the same boy he met in French class. Blaine looked at him with wide eyes, full of terror. The boy helped him pick up his books and stand up. "I won't hurt'cha…" Said the kind voice. Blaine didn't respond but just continued down the hall.

Forgive me if I stutter

From all of the clutter in my head

Cuz I could fall asleep in those eyes

Like a water bed

Do I seem familiar, i've crossed you in hallways

a thousand times, no more camouflage

I want to be exposed, and not be afraid to fall.

I'm gonna muster every ounce of confidence I have

And cannon ball into the water

I'm gonna muster every ounce of confidence I have

For you I will

You always want what you can't have

But I've got to try

I'm gonna muster every ounce of confidence I have

For you I will

For you I will

Blaine reached his dormitory finally, and threw his books onto his bed. His new housemates were still at class. Blaine was left to himself, and he quite liked it that way. Had his own room and no one to bother him. Wes and David lived in the first room. He liked it much better when they were gone because he never really knew what was going on in there… Down in the next room were Evan and Ethan… They kind of scared him. Another boy named Dwight lived at the end of the hall, his door had about 20 locks on it with a ring of salt around the door and he'd never even really seen Dwight outside of the room except at meal time but then he was clutching some strange medallion and spraying everyone around him with "holy water."

People there seemed generally nice, but Blaine didn't trust anyone.

"For you I will…" Blaine said quietly. He looked around his newly-unpacked room. The frames filled with pictures of Kurt sat on his desk. Blaine felt heavy in his chest as he watched the scenes replay in his mind. Before Blaine knew what he was doing, he was scratching out a letter to the Hummel home. You'll be there writing letters to your mom, the most enchanting person in your life. I'll be writing letters to you, the most enchanting person in mine.

Blaine wrote 344 letters. One for every day until their next anniversary of the day they met. He never received a single one back. And he stopped writing to Kurt. He stopped writing to his brother.

Kurt never wrote to Blaine. Nor to his mother.

4 Years Later…