8 years later

Sixteen years old Blaine Anderson knows a lot about the world.

He knows how dark and awful it all is. At least, Lima Ohio is dark and awful. Thats why he cant wait to go to New York. Hes in the middle of his junior year, so he only has to survive high school to get out of this shithole.

Hes also a little bit concerned about his dad, who had a heart attack a few weeks ago. He and his dad… things arent good.

It hasnt always been like this, of course. The drama in the Anderson household started when he was eight years old. His mom died and even though he loves his dads new girlfriend, he misses her every day.

His dad has never been the same, of course. In fact, he became a total idiot. Blaine loves him, but the often cant stand being around him anymore.

Then came the years of bullying. Mostly because Blaine wore "grandpa" clothes. When he came out in high school a year ago, it kind of got worse, but his dad doesnt have to know that.

High school… oh high school. It is a living hell. Blaine is the only openly gay kid at his school, McKinley High, and the football players give him hell for that. Especially Karofsky, like… seriously? Whats that guys deal?

Blaine is confident. His motto is Prejudice is just ignorance, so every time he sees one of those meat heads, he just lifts his chin and makes his way to the choir room.

Yes, high school is horrible, but he also found friends there in his junior year. This Spanish teacher, Will Schuester, decided to bring life back to the glee club. Blaine, who absolutely adores singing and playing instruments, joined and it was the best decision hes ever made.

The glee club members are his family. Of course, there is the drama (Rachel and Finns on-off relationship, cheating stuff, fights… even teen pregnancies), but thats also in his real family. He loves all of them.

But there is one thing that bugs him the most. His friends are amazing, absolutely fantastic, but they dont seem to notice the bullying. Blaine has dropped hints, but most of the guys were simply too clueless or too busy with their girlfriends.

He loves hanging out with the guys, he really does, but he also loves the girls. Thats why he still tries to compete with the girls during the Girls vs Boys Mash-Up Competitions.

"Blaine, once again," he hears, "Boys side."

Tina shoots him an apologetic glare and Blaine rolls his eyes. He crosses his eyes and walks to the boys.

"Blaine, have you seen the game yesterday? Amazing!" Puck says when he sees him, "Gosh, my mom and I thought they were going to lose fo sho, but then- BAM! It was amazing." "I didnt think they were good," Finn points out. "Yes, but you cant think clearly, my friend," Puck grins.

"What did you think, Anderson?" Mike pats him on the back.

"Oh, I didnt watch."

All the boys gape at him. "Dude, you love watching those games!" Sam exclaims, "You were so pumped to see them, man! What happened?"

"Dad didnt want to see them," he shrugs, "And you know how dad is. An ass. And hes also sick as hell, so I have to look after him. I hope the iron lady will cheer him up."

"I still cant believe you call your maybe-soon-to-be-stepmom the iron lady," Artie grins. Blaine shrugs again. "I love her, but she is made from steel, Im telling you," he says, "I hope he softens dad a little bit. He hasnt been the same since my mom passed away."

"Sucks, dude," Finn says, "I feel you. My mom had a hard time after my dad passed away, but now she has Henry in her life."

"Love is weird," Blaine says, "But even though Id love to talk about my dads misery, we have to crush the girls."

"Get out of the way, fag!" he hears and of course, the familiar locker slam. Blaine stares daggers at Karofsky, but doesnt speak up. Karofsky just grins and walks away.

Seriously, whats up with him? Lately, Karofsky has been worse than before. First it was just name calling, slushies and locker slams once a day and sometimes dumpster throwing. Now it is name calling and locker slams several times a day and threats. A lot of damn threats.

Luckily, the local store recently raised the slushie prices, so theyre throwing less slushies at his and his friends faces.

He goes to his next class and forgets about that idiot.

But then he sees him waiting at his locker and he didnt look happy. Chin up, Blaine, and just go to your locker. So he does. "Get out of my way, thank you very much," he says and shoves Karofsky away.

"Do not touch me, you fucking fairy boy."

Blaine jerks his head to Karofskys direction. "Well, you are standing in front of my locker and fairy boy? Seriously?"

Karofsky suddenly leans closer and Blaines eyes widen. He feels his heart beating in his chest. "Do not push me, homo. You know what the fury can do to you. Do you want to know now, or later?"

Blaine doesnt answer.

"Later, yeah. Thought so too," Karofsky almost spits in his face before leaving Blaine behind. What did just happen? Karofsky has never been so close to Blaine.

The rest of the day, Blaine keeps looking behind him to make sure that Karofsky isnt standing there. He hates feeling so unsafe. At least hes safe in that classroom Mr. Schue assigned for him and the other guys to prepare the song …

… where the boys are once again talking about their girlfriends. Of fucking course.

"Guys!" Blaine exclaims. The others continued their small talks. "GUYS!" Blaine tries again, "LISTEN!" All the boys slowly stop talking and they all look at him. "Are we going to work… or?"

"Or what?" Finn asks and Sam sinks his head in his hands.

"Look, we all want to win this competition, right?" Most hum in agreement. "How can we win this damn competition without actually preparing a song?"

"Man, just chill," Mike says.

"Id love to, but Id rather fucking win. Last year was a fucking disaster because Finn got us all Vitamin D-" "Hey!" "-because he can be a fucking idiot. All you ever do is talking about your girls and even though I do not understand whats so fucking appealing about boobs and stuff, I understand why you guys want to talk about your galpals, but please. Can we fucking do something for once, for fucks sake?"

Everyone was staring at him.

"Ive heard you swearing before, bro, but youve brought it to a whole new level," Mike seems stunned, "How many times did you say fuck in that speech of yours?" "Six," Artie whispers.

"Dude, youre just jealous," Puck says and Blaine turns to him. "Excuse me?" he asks. "Youre just jealous," Puck repeats, "Because you have to listen to us getting our girls and you dont have a boyfriend. Youve never had one."

All the boys stare daggers at Puck, but they also seem to agree, which pisses Blaine off.

"Just… go make yourself useful and visit the Garglers-" "Warblers," Blaine corrects him, but Puck ignores him and continues: "-maybe you can find a boy there."

Blaine rolls his eyes and sighs heavily. "Fine."