TRIGGER WARNING If you don't want to read it, it is the third section, first couple of paragraphs. Then the rests is fine. Monday. Most people don't really enjoy Mondays but I don't see the difference. You're one day close to the weekend, one day closer to graduating, one day closer to something great. Mondays should be a joyous occasion but no one would listen if I used the wordjoyous.

I had a pair of yellow trousers. Yes trousers! I'm sorry that my vocabulary is to sophisticated for you. I wore a black silk top with polished silver buttons paired with a silver tie. His sleeves were slightly long, thus the folded cuff. The shirt outlined my biceps but slaked down my chest. While I walked down to my locker, the tips of my shoes clanked fromthe metal that tipped my toe.

"Hey Kurt." The taller boy had his back against my locker, Kurt pushed himself of the locker while rolling his eyes."You and your bowties." I was about to respond but I was soon captured in an avalanche of cold water. It dripped off his nose onto the ground or rolling into his lips. The grape, while it tasted great, did not go well with his contacts."Welcome to McKinley fag," one of the tormentors sneered."Go spread your fairy glitter somewhere else!" Another yelled."We don't want to catch queer," added one more. The others that I knew cluttered the halls, were hushed in a startled silence.

Someone, thought I knew it was Kurt because of his soft hands, pulled me carefully over the spilled drink and led me blindly through the halls. He opened a door and stopped me in front of what seemed liked a sink. He planted my hands at the sides of the sink as he scoop up water and drizzled it down my face. Once I could open my eyes, I struggled to capture my contacts and I threw them away."Kurt," I asked, feeling defeated,"Can you go through my bag and find my glasses?"

Kurt silently agreed by rubbing my shoulder for a few moments before he was rummaging for an old pair of glasses. Blaine lightly washed his hair under the facet to get all the corn syrup out. When he was done, Kurt handed him a worn towel. He gratefully took it an ran it through his hair a few times. He exchange the towel with his glass. He pushed them up his nose as everything blurred to perfect vision.

He looked over to Kurt who wore a sad smile. Blaine faked a pout through a smile as he walked over to Kurt. He lightly slipped his arms loosely hanging around Kurt's waist. The taller boy huffed out a laughed and pecked his boyfriend on the lips. Blaine's grin swelled as he looked up to Kurt through his eyelashes.

"Are you okay?" Kurt asked softly. He drew circles with his palm to reassure him. Blaine looked to the side for a moment, thinking."It actually wasn't that bad,"he confessed, looking back at Kurt. The countertenor's eyebrows lifted in question."I have a slight headache but grapes my favorite flavor." Blaine always found a positive route around things. He laughed, tightening his grip around the shorter boy.

"You know, you look adorable with your curly hair and big glasses," Kurt admitted with a blush."Oh," Blaine whispered, inching closer."Really?" He questioned softly in his ear. Blaine started nipping lightly down his boyfriend's porcelain neck. Kurt titled his head back and yanked Blaine closer. The older boy puled down Kurt's shirt lightly and started to suck softly.

Kurt moaned into his damp curls as he bite lightly. Hetentatively started to suck, marking Kurt. He released hismouth from the taller boy's skin and smiled nervously at Kurt. Kurt laughed lightly and kissed him again. He pulled away from Blaine's grasped and handed him is bag."See you in English." Then he left with a smile.

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I made it through the whole day. Or maybe survived is the best way to describe my day. I didn't seem like most people were against gays but they worshiped their social standing more than bulling. It was the sports teams. Football. Hockey. Even the SYNHCRONIZED SWIMMING TEAM! I don't know but ifsingingshow tunes is gay, then synchronized swimming is a close second.

My day played out like this;Walking down the hall.Locker Shove. Hey Fag. Trip. Fairy. Gay.In class. Sticky Note: Warning: may spread gay. Queer. Disgusting. When you listen to everyone is saying to you, at first, it hurts, like really bad. The next time, well... it doesn't hurt but it still stings. Then you feel nothing but truth. If that is the only thing you hear, then how do you know it's false.

I drove home after glee club. I don't know if you noticed by that class seems to last about one song and a description then everyone leaves. Not even ten minutes! Or Mr. Shuester tells us the theme or lesson, which aren't even a challenge. Then someone confesses theirundying love(slight sexual attraction) and a love triangle is born.

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Blaine sat quietly in the bath after he came home. Leaving himself to try to scrub off all the feeling and words from earlier today. He was truly terrified for himself. He did not want to endure all of the bully over again but he also concerned for Kurt. He heard stories of what happened to Kurt had to go through for being openly gay and for being in glee club. Now he could add boyfriend to the mix. It could get bad, or worse than this. Because isn't this already bad?

I don't want to be the reason for anything to happen. I care about him to much. Even though Kurt filled me us with so much... what is the right word? Fulfillment, maybe. Even though life has been getting better, I still feel empty. My only outlet for a long time was my blade and old friends stay true. I actually thought about stopping for a fraction of a time longer than usual but it meet my skin with a sting. I created a few cuts on both of my upper thighs. Ididthem more because no one could see them.

I lowered my legs lower in the tub andI welcomed the warm water against my wounds. The deeper cuts pierced my skin with a harder sting than the others. I don't know if it was morbid of me but I liked to my blood disperse into the water, turning it misty. Blaine mourned his memories until the water turned cold. He slowly stood up, and grabbed a soft black towel. He made his way to his bedroom, laying out an outfit of sweatpants, boxers and a baggy sweatshirt that surprisingly still smelt faintly of his brother.

He missed his brother every single day. When he was twelve, his brother went into war. He, and a small group of men broke into enemy headquarters and no one knows what happened after that. Most people think he's dead but I can't let myself believe that. Maybe I'm being naïve but I still believe he is.

He reached for his ear buds and plugs them into his phone. He scrolled down until he found 30 Seconds To Mars. Blaine made his way down stairs and pulled out the old Chinese take out. He quickly heated his sweet and sour chicken. He brought it back up to the upstairs living room. His parents lived down stairsso that leaves the whole upstairs to him. He had his room, his brother's room, the bathroom, the library, the living room, and the guess room. It seems like it would be every person under21 dreams to have this much room. But it was lonely. There was to much space to be alone. My mother was always working and my father... Well I saw him a day or two every few weeks. I don't mind that to much but sometimes I wish he was around every second. Then maybe he would see that I'm not that much of a freak.

Anyway, I turned in my Xbox and started to play Call of Duty. He was into show tunes and Barbra and Patty but he did like video games. Just to say he would always be ready for a zombie apocalypse. He played a few rounds until he was bored. He threw out his take out dish and flopped down onto his bed. While he was fiddling with his music, his boyfriend called.

"Hey Blaine,how're you doing?" Blaine smiled at his boyfriend's voice."Same as usual, you?" He heard rustlings of papers."Bored," Kurt complained,"I have two towers of homework and I'm dying. I have been taking breaks every hour but the day just keeps dragging on." Blaine laughed at his boyfriend's antics."And don't forget, our first trimester ends in three weeks. TEST! TESTS EVERYWHERE!" Blaine hollowed. On the other line, he heard light spouts of laughing. They took a few seconds to come down from their comedy high.

"Very funny Blaine. Now I must depart our delightful chat because there is work to bring on," Kurt mocked in a old British accent." Well good sir, I will leave you them," Blaine played back."Okay Blaine, see you tomorrow."

"'Kay, bye." He hung up and plugged his head phones in, Katy Perry. He still loved him some Katy Perry. Through out the rest of the school week, nothing changed except for a few slurs that were thrown his way. From the stories I've heard, I sounded like the students of the whole school were all running for the republican spot for president but it seems like most people really don't give a shit. It's only the people who want to fortify there rep, or church goers. I don't know what's worse;"Hey fag, go blow Hummel!" or"You are full the satin himself. I would like you to come to church with me and cleanse your soul of that horrible sin." You pick.

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"Dancing through life, swaying and sweeping and always keeping cool!" Blaine sang at the top of his lungs. Wicked was his favorite musical. Kristin and Idina weretotally awesome."Life is fraught less, when you're thoughtless! Whose who don't--Oh my god!" Blaine shouted. He pulled over quickly over the side of the road. His car was stutter and completely stopped. He pulled his keys out of the ignition like they were on fire. Blaine checked for cars until he raced out. He gingerly pulled up the hood up.

After Blaine didn't find the problem. He pulled out his phone and speed dialed a three."Hey Kurt, you said your dad was a mechanic right?" Forty minutes later, a Hummel Tire & Lube truck pulled up in front of him."Hey kid, what's wrong with your car?" Mr. Hummel was a blue collar man that was nice enough to be really scary."I don't know, my car just started to stutter and stopped," Blaine confessed. Burt looked into the car and tinkered around."We'll have to take it back to the shop and get her fixed up. You can get in the truck while I load her up."

Blaine complied and waited for Burt. Burt got in and started to drive. For the first few minutes, there was quite awkward silence until is brought up school."School has been good. Changing schools is always hard but I get used to it," Blaine shrugged. Burt looked over for a moment at his son's boyfriend."How many schools have you been to?"

Blaine took a moment to think of his answer which worried Burt."Two elementary schools, four middle schools and two high schools." Burt glanced at him flabbergasted. What made him change to that many schools." The younger boy sat in the passenger seat silently, his eyebrows scrunched together. "You get used to it after a while."

The two men sat silently in the truck, absorbing the information. Burt asked, "Why did you change so many schools?" The older man asked quietly, frightened for the answer. "Well... one of the times we move, that was in elementary," Blaine replied tenderly. Burt waited for a few moments until asking the inevitable question. "What were the other times for?"

The younger boy looked out the window to his left. "Did you know lots of people are okay with gay people?" Stated Blaine. Burt looked over in surprise, not knowing how to answer that. So Blaine continues. "Most people are nice. Everyone has different levels of sarcasm or rudeness to put up a shield. But there are always people who just loath you. There is not a doubt in their mind that I'm a disgusting freak of nature. Those are the people who really mess you up."

When Blaine finished, he rested his head in his hands, facing down to his lap. Burt pulled up into the Hummel Tire and Lube lot and cut the engine. "Kurt's in the shop. He gets out in about ten minutes if you don't mind waiting." Burt gave Blaine a sympathetic smile and shooed him out of the truck.

When Blaine set eyes on his boyfriend. He did not expect this sight. Kurt was bent over the engine of a old '72 Camaro. He wore a tight white shirt that was drenched in sweat, showing is muscled underneath. He also wore a pair of grey and black jumper pants accompanied with silver, leather combat style shoes. His hair was breaking down from the hard, coiffed wall into thin streak of hair, soaking up his sweat.

"Hey Kurt," Blaine greeted softly, still mesmerized by the sight in front of him. Kurt looked up from the car into Blaine's eyes. "Hey Blaine, how's your car?" Kurt asked as he wiped the sweat of his forehead, leaving behind a dark streak of oil. Kurt stepped down from the car and made his way to Blaine. "I'm just about done. Let me finish up then we'll can go hang."

A few minutes later, Kurt picked him of the chairs in the office and placed him in his car. They drove to Kurt's house and walked through the door. " I'm going to clean up really quickly. Make yourself at home," he insisted, motioning to his whole house. Kurt smiled and started to trot up the stairs. Blaine's eyes followed, "His butt looks really good in those, "Blaine thought to himself. He shook his head with a slight blush on his cheeks and walked out of the hallway.

Twenty minutes later, Kurt walked down stairs to find his boyfriend rummaging through his fridge. His head was stuck into the fridge as he moved bottles around. "Blaine?" Kurt asked, getting his attention. Blaine popped his head out of the fridge, "Hey Kurt, do you have any chocolate syrup?"

Kurt's eyebrows scrunched together, "Chocolate syrup?" Kurt asked, confirming. Blaine nodded his head, looking like a child. Kurt huffed out a laugh as he shook his head. He walked over to the fridge and pluck the chocolate syrup bottle right between his eyes. He shoved the bottle in his Blaine's hands. Blaine blushed, embarrass as he started to squirt the chocolate in a cup.

"And why do you need my chocolate syrup again?" Blaine looked over at Kurt and smiled. "For chocolate milk of course!" Kurt shook his head at his boyfriend."I'm dating a child," Kurt complained jokingly. Blaine glared at him until he started to smell the sweet chocolate milk emitting from the cup."You love it," Blaine told him.

Blaine took a big swing of his drink and wrapped his arms around Kurt's neck and smiled. He looked into his boyfriend's eyes and saw compassion, and endearment, and... love? Kurt reach down to Blaine's lips and captured them. A second later he pulled back. Blaine gave him a confused look. "You taste like chocolate," Kurt said sheepishly.

He reconnected their lips. Blaine deepened the kiss and pushed Kurt's back to the counter. Kurt made a daring move by pushing himself up onto the countertop. He slowly dragged his legs up Blaine to his waist. Blaine oohed lightly, expecting of Kurt's actions. Kurt pulled Blaine more into him as he moaned. Blaine smiled and started to make his was down Kurt's neck.

Kurt's eyes partially closed as he roughly threaded his fingers through Blaine's hair . Blaine slowly made his way back up Kurt's neck. The boy's lips met in a lust filled rush and Kurt's slide his tonged into Blaine's mouth. The older boy took the invitation and added his tongue. A few moments after, Blaine broke away, gasping for breath.

Kurt agreed and hopped of the counter, sliding his hand down the shorter boy's arms, grasping his hands. "That was.." Blaine said, fading with a lack of words. "Wow," finished the countertenor. The boys were just breathing in each other, Blaine playing with Kurt's fingers. "Do you know a movie I haven't seen in a while?" Blaine's lips tugged up as he looked a his boyfriend with his eyes filled with only affection. "The Wizard of Oz. Do you want to watch it with me?" Kurt let go of one of Blaine's hands and led him into the living room. "I would love to."

The two teenagers cuddled under a soft blanket, watching one of the best movies. When Burt got home, he threw the keys on the counter. He called out for the boys but no one answered. He walked into the living to find the two boys asleep with Judy Garland in the background. He smiled as he walked to the dvr player and ejected the tape.

He was glad to see Kurt happy.

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