(Blaine's P.O.V)

Blaine Anderson, and his very close friend Noah Puckerman, walked home from school on a Friday, ranting about how their teacher was always 'unfair' when it came to tests. The walked by the old abandoned Hummel-Hudson residence as Puck went on.

"I swear! Ms. Doosenberry gives F's to me every test and it just doesn't make since," Puck practically yelled as He threw his hands up.

Blaine just nodded and stared at the dark house. He had a feeling that there was something.... special about that house. Like, he felt there was someone in there that needed his help desperately. He looked closely in a window and squinted to get a better sight. He saw a pale face; a man, about his age, with bright blue eyes and a light color of hair.

Quickly, the figure slipped out of view. Blaine wandered what it was. Most importantly, who?

Blaine shook it off and continued nodding to Puck.

Blaine wasn't a popular guy like you'd think; all thanks towards the glee club Puck convinced him to join when He transferred. He told him it'll all be fun until the second day when He got a slushee to the face. The stickiness and red dye burned his eye like hell.

Blaine was also gay, which treated him to more slushees a week. He was out and proud and everything else; He was just happy his friends and parents accepted that He was who He is and nobody or anything can change that. Well, his father sorta knew. He planned on telling both of them at dinner one night, but his dad was out so He settled to tell his mother. His mother told him how proud she was of her youngest son to outcome that one factor of life.

"So you'd do it?" Puck asked confused but yet excitedly.

"Yeah, yeah. Sure," Blaine replied weakly, not knowing what Puck was talking about. He'll ask later. He drifted away to the sad, painful memory that visited him of the night three years ago.

It was eleven at night when his dad got home and He heard yelling after the door slammed to their parents bedroom. His dad left later that night and Blaine knew it was because his mother told him about their son is being gay. He cried himself to sleep that night, dreaming about how He wished to see his father again.

But now He wished to see someone else. That mysterious, beautiful figure in the window.