For some reason the new year made days go slower. Each day dragged on as if time stood still. I was walking down the crowded hallways, trying to squeeze my way through to get to my locker.

And that’s when it happened.

Strong hands were on my arm, shoving me hard through the crowd of people, slamming me into the row of lockers.

“Welcome to the new year fag!” The hockey player yelled behind his back, laughing with his buddies.

My head was pounding as I sat on the floor. It had been awhile since that had happened, and it wasn’t a nice change. I closed my eyes, putting my hand to my forehead attempting to get rid of the horrible headache that consumed me, as well as hiding the tears that trailed down my cheek.

AS the bell rang I tried to stand up to go to Glee club but I suddenly felt dizzy. I immediately sat down again, trying to find my phone that was vibrating. I couldn’t find it.

“Crap,” I mumbled to myself. As I gently leaned my head against the lockers, putting my arms around my bended legs that were against my chest. I closed my eyes taking a deep breath in and out, trying to calm my racing heart.

Why are the hockey players stronger and more forceful then football players? I wondered to myself. As I tried to reason through this, taking my mind of the ache in my head I heard footsteps in the distance. They got closer and closer as if they were running to me. I heard someone calling my name. No, two people calling, but I couldn’t open my eyes. Not until I heard them stop in front of me.

I slowly opened them, trying to make them focus on the two figures in front of me.

Blaine and Finn.

“Dude, what’s wrong? We were worried about you.” Finn said, placing a hand on my shoulder while kneeling down so he made direct eye contact.

Tears continued down my cheeks as Blaine sat next to me and placed a hand on my knee. I closed my eyes tight, trying to make the tears stop, but they only multiplied.

I couldn’t do this again. This was my senior year. I wanted it to be magic. Not to be chased out of school again. Never again.

I opened them to see concern in Blaine and Finn’s eyes. Blaine was rubbing small circles on my knee while Finn just kneeled there, hand still on my shoulder.

“They hockey players…” I chocked back a sob. “They’re worse than football players.”

At that moment, Blaine’s hand stopped moving on my knee, and Finn’s expression turned to anger and hatred as I felt him tense, and I swear I could see his other hand fisted. He stood up and offered me a hand, helping me stand on my feet. Blaine was immediately up, helping me as well. When I stood and swayed slightly, Blaine had his arm securely around my waist, Finn’s arm around my shoulder, each supporting me as we walked to the choir room.

Finally the dizziness subsided, and I moved to get out of the Kurt sandwich, but they wouldn’t budge.

“Guys, I’m fine now. I’m alright.” I said, almost laughing a little through the tears. I looked to both of them. Their eyes were only staring down the hallways, looking determined.

I let them be.

As we walked through the door, everyone was out of their seats practically running towards me. Everyone asked questions at once, making my head pound even more. I brought my hand to my head, trying to motion them to stop. Finally Blaine spoke up.

“Guys, let him breath. Let’s sit him down, alright?” He and Finn still had their arms securely around me and guided me to a chair and sat me down, both of them taking the seats on either side of me.

Mr. Shue walked in then. He always seemed to be a little late to practice.

“Ok guys, since I gave you guys the break yesterday, we really need to buckle down and get… ready… Guys? What’s wrong?”

They were all standing in front of me, looking at the confused teacher. One by one they moved out of the way to reveal my tear stained face.

“Kurt? What happened?” He came over to where I was seated and kneeled before me.

I looked to Blaine as more tears blurred my vision. He nodded understanding that I just couldn’t talk about it again.

“He said it was the hockey players. I don’t know what happened exactly, but when Finn and I found him he was on the ground. When we stood him up, he was swaying like he was dizzy or something.”

Finn nodded in agreement. The teacher never took his eyes off of me. Again with the concerned expression.

The room was silent for a moment until Puck spoke up.

“Let’s go teach those bastards a lesson then!” He shouted as he stomped off towards the door.

“Puck, no!” I shouted, voice hoarse and cracking. It was the first time I had spoken since Blaine and Finn had found me.

He and the other guys who had followed him turned around in shock.

“But Kurt-“ Mike started.

“No, I’m fine. It will be fine. I’m not going to be chased out of this school again. I don’t need your guys’ help. Seriously. I’m a big boy and can take care of myself.”

Everyone looked at me in what looked to be almost frustration.

“Kurt, you take care of everyone else. You think of us before yourself. Someone needs to do that for you.” Mercedes replied, tears trailing down her own cheeks. She looked broken.

“I love you guys, I do care but I don’t expect something in return.” I gave them a small smile, which I’m sure no one was convinced of and shrugged. “I’ve just learned how to take problems in my own control. I’m fine.”

I looked to Blaine who looked more broken then anything. I put my hand on his thigh, giving him a look that said we would talk later. He nodded, taking my hand in his, giving it a small squeeze.

“So, Mr. Shue, you were talking about Regional’s?”

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“Kurt, I get what you mean, but at least talk to me about it. Please?”

We were sitting on my bed, his arm around my shoulders, my head tucked in his shoulder. I looked up to him. He gave me those adorable, big puppy eyes that I melt over every time. And he knew it.

I sat up, taking his hand in mine.

“Where do you want me to start?” I asked quietly.

He nudged at my shoulder. “Wherever you need to.” He gave a reassuring smile and I began from the beginning.

I only had to stop a few times to swallow back tears. When I had finished, I let the tears fall freely, leaning back into Blaine’s comforting body.

He put his arm around me and took a deep breath.

“I’m sorry this has to happen, Kurt. Especially to you. You are the last person on earth to deserve it. But please, you need to let us help. You can’t take this all on your own back. For one, it’s not healthy, and two we care too much to sit back and watch. We will do anything despite what you say.” He leaned in and whispered, “Especially me.” He put his lips into my hair and let them linger for awhile before letting go.

I sat up and wiped my wet cheeks. I laughed a little to myself.

He brushed my cheek softly. “What is it?” He asked with a smile.

“I’m just imagining you of all people trying to stand up to those guys.” I laughed a little harder, trying really hard to hold it back, but failing horribly.

He mocked looking hurt and shocked at the same time. He sat a little straighter, putting his fists onto his waist, and pushing his chest out, trying to look all tough. “I can take those guys down in one punch. I am invincible!” He punched his fist in the air, and I couldn’t help but laugh harder. I laid my head on the pillow, clutching my hurting stomach from laughing so hard.

He looked down at me and lay beside me, bringing his hand up to brush away a lose strand of hair away from my face.

“There’s the Kurt I know and love.” He kissed my forehead, as I closed my eyes, leaning into his soft touch.

“I love you Blaine.” I whispered so softly, I wondered if he could hear me.

“I love you too Kurt. You mean the world to me, and I want nothing but happiness from you.”

As he said this, he wrapped his arms around me as I buried my head in his chest, feeling safe and secure in his strong arms.

“Will you love me forever?” I asked, half of it sounding like a little kid asking innocently, the other half very serious.

“Forever and Always.”