Blaine Anderson had always been the one popular person who would help Kurt off the ground when another jock pushed him into a locker, the one boy who would tell them to stop picking on him. Kurt knew Blaine was on the football team, but he also suspected there was something more behind those large chestnut eyes that always seemed a million miles away. Blaine never necessarily smiled at him; in fact Kurt always thought he had an appraising, curious, and almost longing expression whenever he looked at Kurt. Kurt had always just assumed that Blaine had the same feelings and opinions as every other jock, except was too nice of a guy to do anything about it, or feel comfortable watching others do so.

It had been just after Christmas that the rumors had started. It was a strange experience for Kurt to walk into school and have every head turn in his direction. Though this wasn't exactly a rare occurrence, due to the insane outfits and obvious homosexuality he usually held, Kurt knew, however, that this head turning and muttering was of a different nature. As the day went on, people seemed to be looking at him, without muttering about him. In fact, after wondering what in the world was going on, Kurt ease dropped on the mutterers conversations, and found to his increasing shock that they were muttering about Blaine Anderson. Muttering with a venom in their voices that Kurt usually associated with pee balloons and locker room horrors. What in the world had happened to make to make Blaine Anderson, the all around respected and well liked kid who got top grades and was friends with all the top people, suddenly an outcast? It seemed everyone in the school was muttering about Blaine, and it wasn't until after the final bell rang for class that Kurt discovered why.

He had been walking down the hallways, looking forward to going home and maybe talking to Finn about how chocolate bars are not a decent breakfast choice just because they have milk in them, when 3 things happened in quick succession. There was a loud, disgusted shout of that unforgivable word, "faggot!" Kurt ducked, expecting a shove or a punch or some sort of painful injury, but instead a loud bang echoed from right behind him, the bang of someone being pushed with astonishing force into the hard metal lockers that lined the hallways. Kurt, after deeming himself safe and in no immediate threat of injury, stood up and spun around to find, to his horror, a crumpled up Blaine Anderson on the floor, looking so downcast that Kurt saw tears streaming down his face and several nasty bruises scattered along his cheeks and his brow. Kurt saw himself in the beaten up boy who had once been top of the school.

Kurt had no idea what to do. He found himself backing away slowly, wanting to help Blaine, but at the same time wanting to get as far away as possible. What did this mean? They had used that word, that word that has caused so much pain, and that was rarely used on people who weren't gay. Was Blaine Anderson gay? Kurt doubted it. all he knew was all he wanted to do was help the poor boy on the floor, yet get out of the situation right away, so he rushed out to his car, thinking about how ridiculous it was to think someone like Blaine Anderson was gay, and that it probably didn't involve him, even if people seemed to be staring at him while muttering about Blaine. But still, Kurt thought as he found himself parking into the Hummel-Hudson driveway, there was something wrong, something terribly wrong, and he wanted to know what it was.

He made his way to the kitchen to find Finn at the table looking furious. Kurt stopped in the doorway, worried.

"What's wrong?" Kurt asked tentatively.

Finns head snapped up, and he looked at Kurt with a pained expression on his face, looking like he was on the verge of… tears? Kurt just waited, getting more and more anxious as the seconds wore on.

"Blaine Anderson, Kurt" Finn said, "god, it's like with you all over again and I can't stand it! he's gay, Kurt! He's gay and everyone is giving him hell for it! I tried to stop them but there wasn't much I could do when it was me against the whole rest of the football team. Everyone just came to school today knowing, he must have come out over break or something, but, god!" Finn stood up and stomped out of the room muttering about how evil the world and the school is and swearing how much he hated the whole lot of them, leaving a shell-shocked Kurt standing motionless in the doorway to the kitchen.

After hours and hours of thought and pacing and a small little anxiety attack over how ridiculous what he wanted to do was, Kurt found himself at his desk with a pen and paper and about 20 pieces of crumpled up paper balls to his left. Kurt read over his letter, trying hard to see it as an outsider, to see it the way Blaine would see it.

Dear Blaine Anderson,

I hope you do not find this creepy or out of place, for I am scared out of my mind this it is, but all I want to do is let you know that if you ever need a friend, I am here, and so is my brother Finn, though I'm not quite sure if he would ever show it. He was absolutely furious at the people who have been picking on you. they say you're gay, and maybe you're not, I know things like that can be perceived without being true, but if you aren't I hope you are not too offended by what I have to say next, for it is only relevant if you are.

I spent my entire life without any friends, which I know is not your situation, but the reason was that everyone seemed to know I was gay before I even started noticing the difference between boys and girls. I found out my sophomore year that you can find happiness and acceptance in people you would have never guessed you could ever be friends with. I found out that even through the cuts on your back from being thrown into dumpsters and pushed into lockers, there is always something to be happy about.

I have absolutely no idea what your situation is Blaine, and I hope you do not find it too audacious of me to be writing this to you, but I couldn't stand the thought of watching you go through the same things I have been through and not doing what I had always wished someone would do for me, and let you know that you are not alone, and that if you ever need one, you will always have a friend. Thank you so much for sticking up for me all these years, and I hope you will let me help you if you ever need it.

-Kurt Hummel.

Figuring he could not make the letter any better, Kurt slipped the note tied with purple string in a neat bow into Blaine's locker the next morning with trembling fingers, hoping with all of his heart that Blaine would not be offended, and hoping he was doing the right thing.

AN- I'm not quite sure how long the rest will be, but each chapter will be a letter from either Kurt or Blaine, and this will be many chaptered story. I would appreciate reviews immensely.