Prologue

A close up of a chest appears on the screen. A brunette boy takes a step back, taking the seat on the chair behind him. A small smile appeared on his face before he waves at the camera.

"Hey, my name is Kurt Hummel and I used to be the head cheerleader of the Cheerio's. So this is my version of how I fell from grace, from Head cheerleader to one the crowd. How I fell in love with my childhood best friend and how I lost all of my friends, but somehow become a better person," Kurt said with a shake of his head.

"I know you all have heard Sebastian Smyth's version of the story but it's time for mine. But first I need to explain some things for you before I tell you everything. Hence why this is my prologue," he said as he picked up a piece of paper from beside him and flashed it too the camera.

Kurt Hummel's Train Wreck of a year - Prologue

"So first off I need to explain to you how I met a YOUNG Blaine Anderson," a small smirk appeared on his face. "It was the summer of my 7th birthday..."

A 7-year-old Kurt walked along holding onto his dad's hand as they crossed the road. Kurt had just lost his mother a couple of months before to cancer and his dad wanted Kurt to get back into the play dates that Lizzie used to organise for Kurt. Burt stopped by the bench facing the playground.

"Now Kurt buddy, if you need me, I'll be sitting here with the other parents," Burt said with a small smile. Kurt nodded before he walked off towards the swings. Kurt noticed a small curly-headed boy in dress pants and a sweater vest, with a bright red bowtie, just staring at his feet as he slowly swung back and forth. He didn't notice Kurt until Kurt cleared his throat. The boy in question looked right up at Kurt with a scared look on his face.

"Do you mind if I use this swing?" Kurt asked pointing to the swing that was next to the boy. The boy shook his head before dropping his head again.

"I'm Kurt by the way. Kurt Hummel," he said as he held out his hand for the other boy.

"Anderson, Blaine Anderson," Blaine said with a small smile before shaking Kurt's hand very softly.

"I'm 7 how old are you?" Kurt asked as he swung back and forth.

"Same," Blaine said as he glanced over to Kurt.

"Cool," Kurt said with a bright big smile.

"I like your eyes," Blaine said with a smile.

"Thank you, I like yours as well," Kurt said

"Would you like to have a picnic with me?" Blaine asked in a quiet voice.

"Of course!" Kurt said as he jumped off the swing and looked at Blaine. "I love picnics and tea parties too," Kurt added as an after thought

"Really? So do I!" Blaine said as he grabbed Kurt's hand and started to run towards a tree off to the side of the park.

"Now you have to understand something, this was a young Blaine. Not the Blaine we know today. Blaine was very sweet, his mum used to dress him, hence the bowtie." Kurt said with a laugh as he glances off to the right of the screen. "He wasn't rude, he loved making new friends and we both didn't understand what it meant to hold hands with another boy, or to enjoy tea parties. He was very care free and that's the Blaine I fell in love with." Kurt said as he nodded to the camera. "So back to the story..."

Kurt sat under the tree with Blaine, humming softly as they shared the drink that Blaine had pulled out of a backpack that had been sitting there.

"So why isn't your mummy or daddy here?" Kurt asked as he set down his cup.

"Mummy had to go to a function and Daddy was busy at work, so James, he drives me everywhere, said we could come to the park,"

"Where is James now?" Kurt asked.

"Mummy wanted to come home from the function, so James went to get her, but he asked Jessica to look after me. Jessica babysits Dave Karofsky, but Dave isn't very nice. So I decided to play on the swings by myself. How about you where's you mummy and daddy?" Blaine asked as he pulled out a container of sandwiches.

"My daddy is over there," Kurt said as he turned and waved to his dad. Who was now talking to Jessica, his dad waved back with a smile on his face. "But my mummy is in heaven," Kurt said with a sad smile.

"Oh I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be rude," Blaine said as he quickly put the container down and bent over to hug Kurt. "I'm sorry Kurt!" he said as he hugged Kurt tighter.

"It's okay Blaine," Kurt said as sniffled and wiped his eyes. Blaine pulled out a handkerchief and handed it over to Kurt. Kurt gave Blaine a weird look.

"Mummy tells me to carry one around all the time," Blaine said with a shrug as he watched Kurt wipe his eyes on it.

"You mummy is really smart, I won't wipe my nose on my sleeve like most boys," Kurt said as he blew his nose.

"You well, I do sometimes when I forget it," Blaine said with a small laugh as he sat back and unpacked more food from the backpack.

"And I would hurt you if you do that in front of me," Kurt said as he folder the handkerchief. "I will wash it and give it back," Kurt said with a smile.

"Okay, here have some food," Blaine said as he picked up the container full of sandwiches, handing it over to Kurt.

"Thank you," Kurt said as he picked out a sandwich triangle. He nibbled on the side of the sandwich.

"Your most welcome," Blaine added with a smile, before taking his own sandwich.

"So Blaine and I become close very quickly, we spent most of after school together, and Blaine spent many weekends at my house," Kurt said laughing to himself.

"He was like another son to my dad. We swear he was always there," Kurt said shaking his head. "And just a little trivia, I never gave back that handkerchief, hold on a sec," Kurt stood up and walked off camera, coming back a couple of minutes late; holding the exact same handkerchief that Blaine had given to him. "So on with the story, Blaine and I were really close, until we reach middle school and that's when it started to happen. It was slow at first, I mean the year before we both came out to each other..."

Blaine and Kurt were sitting on Kurt's bed watching rent. Both boys were around 13. They both started to notice the other boys chased after girls where as Blaine wanted to chase after the same boys that were chasing girls. Blaine was humming along with Roger who was singing with Mimi about lighting her candle.

"Do you know, I never understand this scene," Blaine said as he turned to Kurt.

"How can you not, it's the moment Roger falls for Mimi!" Kurt said as he turned to Blaine.

"Well it's just how come he likes her... I mean girls in general?" Blaine said looking at Kurt now.

"Well I'm not sure,"

"Because I mean... can I tell you a secret Kurt?" Blaine asked as he moved closer to Kurt.

"Of course Blaine, we're best friends. Aren't we supposed to share secrets, well that's what Brittany said when she has sleepovers," Kurt said as he moved closer to Blaine.

"Okay but you have to promise not to tell anyone," Blaine said as he held out his pinkie finger.

"Don't I always..." Kurt answered rolling his eyes as he linked his pinkie finger with Blaine.

"I think I like boys instead of girls," Blaine whispered in Kurt's ear.

"You do?" Kurt said very loudly before repeating himself in a whisper.

"Yes, I don't like girls... I think I like boys better," Blaine whispered again, nodding his head as he thought about it.

"How do you know you like boys more than girls?" Kurt asked.

"Well I don't get that butterfly feeling around girls... but I think I had a crush on Zander," Blaine said as he slowly returned to talking normally.

"Wow, I think I like boys too," Kurt said looking at Blaine with wide eyes.

"Wow!" Blaine said as he put an arm around Kurt. "We should keep this a secret just between us,"

"Okay," Kurt nodded.

"We told each other we would be there to support each other. If we could not talk to our parents, we talked to each other about things. Blaine became more and more quiet, and I became more and more out there when the day finally arrives. It was the end of my childhood friendship with him," Kurt looked down at his hands. "It started off different from any other day, I should have known but I was too busy to see the signs."

Kurt walked towards his locker, he was deep in a conversation with Mercedes Jones. The two met in the drama class. Mercedes was Kurt's best girl friend, but she was his second friend. Cause nobody could compare to Blaine. Blaine was standing next to Kurt's locker, Kurt stopped and opened his locker, smiling at Blaine. "So Blaine did you hear about Brittany's party?" Mercedes asked.

"Yeah, but I'm not going," Blaine said as he turned to face both Kurt and Mercedes.

"Why?" Kurt asked as he closed his locker and turned to Kurt.

"Cause it's not really my thing, plus we had that movie night planned that night," Blaine said as he stood up straight.

"We can have movies nights whenever but be invited to a Brittany S. Pierce party doesn't happen a lot, so come on Blaine we are going. I don't care what you think!" Kurt declared before pulling Mercedes off to go to their next class. Blaine just stood there, watching as Kurt walked off.

"To be honest, I knew I shouldn't have snapped at him, but if you know me I can be a bitch sometimes," Kurt said with a small laugh. "Any who..."

Kurt saw Blaine again at lunch, butbarely said a word to each other for the rest of the day. Instead of both going to Kurt's place, Blaine went straight home, not even muttering a goodbye to Kurt. Kurt just got into his dad's car and waited for him to drive off. This continued for the rest of the week. Blaine and Kurt barely saw each other, Blaine was always off seeing other friends while completely avoiding Kurt.

Kurt turned up on a Friday at Blaine's house, ready to pick Blaine up for Brittany's party. He rang the doorbell, waiting for an answer. Suddenly the door was opened and Blaine stuck his head out. "Oh hi," Blaine said with a slight frown.

"Hi, you ready?" Kurt asked with a big smile.

"I'm not going I told you that," Blaine said looking at Kurt.

"Yes you are! I told you that," Kurt said as he pushed the door back and stormed into Blaine's room and stopped dead in his tracks. There was a boy sitting on Blaine's bed; Shaggy blonde hair with hazel eyes, slim athletic build. Kurt just stood there with his mouth open.

"Hey, your Kurt right?" he said with a smile.

"Kurt, you can't just walk in here!" Blaine said as he reached Kurt. "Oh I see you've met Zander," Blaine said with a small laugh.

"Yeah, well he has now," Zander said with a huge laugh.

"So are you two...?" Kurt said as he pointed from Blaine to Zander.

"Are we what?" Zander asked in a very innocent tone.

"Fucking or dating? " Kurt's big mouth once again got the better of him.

"Kurt!" Blaine said as he grabbed Kurt's arm and pulled him out of his room.

"How dare you walk into my house and ask a question like that. I told you that I am not going to the party," Blaine said as his normal tone had a hint of anger in his voice.

"How dare I?" Kurt said as his voice slightly rose. "When have you ever been mad at me for saying what everyone won't?" Kurt waited for an answer from Blaine.

"You are so stubborn sometimes Kurt, I really hate you right now. You come in here say all these things and I really just want to slap that bitch tone right out of you!" Blaine said with as his own voice rose to match Kurt's volume.

"You know you're a asshole, Blaine. God go back to you fuck toy before he gets bored!" As Kurt said it, Blaine's face fell and Kurt immediately regretted saying it.

"I think you should leave now before I hit you Kurt!" Blaine said in a very angry tone.

"Fine, I didn't really want you to come to the party anyway!" Kurt said before storming out of the house and into his car. He pulled out of the driveway and drove off to Brittany's party.

The Party was in full swing by the time Kurt turned up. He walked through the door to find everybody had at least finished one drink. Kurt quickly found Brittany and Mercedes, they both asked where Blaine was and Kurt told them, he was home with his boyfriend. They both looked utterly shocked with the news that Kurt had just delivered. Kurt just shook his head and went to get a drink. He found a very sober Noah "Puck" Puckerman behind a home-style bar.

"What can I get you Mr Hummel," Puck said with a fake British accent.

"Just a vodka tonic," Kurt said as he leaned against the bar.

"Here Hummel," Puck said as he placed the drink down on the bar.

"Thanks,"

"Where's your other half?"

"Blaine? He's at home with his boyfriend," Kurt said just before downing his drink and slapping the glass against the counter. "Another one!"

"Wow let that one settle first dude," Puck said as he watched Kurt.

"No ANOTHER ONE NOW!" Kurt yelled. Puck nodded and poured him one more.

Kurt lost track of time when he downed the second drink. He danced with guys and girls, he really didn't care about anything. Until someone grabbed him around waist and threw him over their shoulder; dragging him away from the party. As they lowered him into a car Kurt saw that it was Blaine that had him. Blaine climbed in after Kurt. He leaned over Kurt to do his seatbelt.

"We're right Jimmy," Blaine called to James the driver. "Your dad is going to kill me when he sees you," Blaine said as he brushed the bangs out of Kurt's eyes.

"I must admit I don't remember anything else from that night," Kurt said as he swung from side to side on his chair. "And I am normally a very responsible person, but I let what Blaine had said to me, get me down. And all the feeling I had, which I couldn't explain at that time," Kurt said with a small chuckle. "Okay now the story picks up the morning after ..."

Kurt rolled over, as the bright sunshine hit his face. He groaned quietly to himself, as his head let him know that it had started its own marching band.

"Serves you right," someone said from Kurt's right side. "I mean according to Puck you had two vodka tonics plus 30 or so mouth-fulls of other people's drinks," the voice sounded mellow but there was a touch of caring in it.

"Well I'm glad you got to gossip with the ladies but I'm in pain here!" Kurt snapped as he closed his eyes tighter. He felt a hand brush the bangs out from his eyes, and then the person was gone. Kurt heard movement but kept his eyes closed.

"Open your eyes, Kurt!" the voice said sternly.

"No, to bright," Kurt mumbled.

"Well if you opened your eyes, you would notice the blind is down and I am holding a glass of water with pain killers,"

"Oh," Kurt said as he slowly sat up, took the drink from Blaine's hand, and drank it slowly. "How much trouble am I in?"

"Heaps, a lot, tons, big..."

"Okay, I get the point...by whom?" he asked.

"Only me; your dad knows your here. I rang and said you fell asleep at the party and that you were going to crash at my house. Also before you ask I changed you into some PJ's that you left here. I know you would have killed me if I let you sleep in your clothes,"

"Thanks," Kurt said with a small smile.

"But we need to talk later, and that's a serious talk," Kurt just nodded before burying his face into the pillow, feeling safe and warm.

"C'mon up you get, we need to feed you andtalk" Blaine said before getting of the bed and walking out of the room. Kurt followed after Blaine slowly, leaning against the walls as he walked.

Blaine made Breakfast silently, not speaking a word to Kurt, who sat at the counter and watched Blaine.

"you've always been an amazing cook, Blaine" Kurt comment as Blaine placed a plate full of food in front of him. "Okay, I need you to speak Blaine," Kurt comments quietly.

"Well only if you promise to let me speak mind and than you can comment all you like," Kurt nodded in agreement.

"Okay number one, you can't just walk in here Kurt, like you own the place. I had a friend over and I already told you that I wasn't going to that party," Kurt went to say something but he quickly closed his mouth to let Blaine finish.

"Second, you were quite rude to Zander, and apparently you told everyone at that party that Zander and I were dating. At least you didn't say he was my fuck toy," Blaine said, as he slowly got angry. He took a breath to calm himself. "I mean I would expect that from Santana but not from you Kurt!" Blaine said as he turned his back to Kurt. Kurt looked down at the food on his plate as he slowly felt a sinking feeling in his stomach.

"Zander has been really nice to me latterly when you haven't," Kurt played with the food on his plate as he tried to keep calm and let Blaine finish his speech. "And lastly, I don't think I know you anymore Kurt. I mean you would never spread rumours about anybody. But yet you've been doing that for the past couple of months. Since you've been close friends with Santana, you act so different; drinking, acting like you don't care about anybody. Ditching class the past week! I mean you promised me that you wouldn't drink, like Santana does, but there you were wasted and doing things you would never do sober!" Blaine was practically yelling now.

"Are you finished?" Kurt asked as calmly as he could. It was Blaine's turn to nod now. "Okay, I think everyone changes Blaine, not just me but everyone! So don't say I've changed because so have you..."

"Not like you Kurt! God Kurt do you ever listen to me! Maybe if I was Santana than maybe I would make sense to you but I'm just hobbit that is smart!" Blaine said, as he looked Kurt straight in the eyes.

"Yeah I am Blaine, I always listen to you! You're the one that I will always listen too," Kurt yelled at Blaine. He dropped his fork onto the bench and stood up.

"Then why did you drink... Why are you acting so differently? Why are you taking it out on me? Why do act like Mercedes is your best friend and I'm just the guy who follows you around?" Blaine said as he slowly got louder with every question.

"Because she is and you are!" Kurt yelled.

"Oh is that what I am too you... Just the guy who's followed you around since you were 7. Was I just a fill in until you found someone like Mercedes!" Blaine yelled. Kurt could see the tears that started to appear in Blaine's eyes. Kurt just stood there not sure what to say.

"Thanks, I guess you answered that one perfectly," Blaine said as he turned to walk out of the kitchen.

"Blaine!" Kurt yelled as he raced after Blaine. Blaine turned quickly on his feet.

"I'm going for a drive, I expect you to get your stuff out of my room and be gone when I get back. James is here, he'll take you home," Blaine said as he grabbed his keys and walked out of the house. Kurt just stood there in shock. Did he just lose Blaine, or would Blaine come around again.

"That was the last time I saw 'sweet Blaine', the Blaine I grew up with. The one who always made me feel safe and warm; the one who always made me comfortable with myself. He was gone in a blink of an eye. To some people losing a friend is nothing but to lose someone who has been there for you during everything was like losing a piece of my heart. When I got home, I sat quietly in my room, just staring at the photo of us in my room. I think my heart knew I lost him but my head was too stubborn to know that just yet. I miss that Blaine every day. I know a lot of you who are watching this only know the 'Skank Blaine'" Kurt looked up from his hands to the camera. "But he wasn't always like that. So just one more important part to tell you before I get onto the story. This part is about how I met well, technically, saw 'Skank Blaine', for the first time,"

After the fight, Kurt tried to talk to Blaine numerous times but Blaine completely ignored Kurt. Kurt gave up after a month. Than the summer holidays arrived. It was the end of Middle School and the start of High school at McKinley High. He met Mercedes at his locker. Kurt had kept his eyes out for Blaine the entire first week but no, nothing at all. He didn't even see his curly hair amongst the steady flow of students. Kurt had taken a week to figure out how he was going to personalise his locker for the rest of the school year until a out of breath Brittany run up to him.

"KURT... KURT!" Brittany yelled as she ran up to him.

"What's wrong Britt?" he asked.

"Look!" she said as she pointed to the end of the hall. Kurt looked up and his draw dropped to the ground. There stood Blaine; but not the curly haired geeky Blaine, a different looking Blaine all together. He stood tall, Kurt could see he had pierced his right eyebrow, and had dyed a strip of his fringe an electric blue colour. A leather jacket wrapped his newly found muscles of his arms and chest, and matching black skinny jeans that hug all the right places. Blaine was walking next to Zander who looked exactly the same except for a matching green strip in his hair where Blaine's were blue and on the other side was a blonde girl that Kurt remember as Quinn Fabray, she was Puck's long time girlfriend. As they walked past Kurt couldn't keep his eyes of this new Blaine but his heart sunk lower when he noticed that Blaine didn't even glance over to look as Kurt as he walked by.

It had finally sunk into Kurt that he had lost his best friend over a silly argument that should have been solved. Yet here he stood, while Blaine was over with his new lot of friends. Kurt turned back to his locker to hide the tears that had formed in his eyes as he watched Blaine walk off. Kurt pulled a photo of a young Blaine and himself out of his bag. They were sitting on the swings where they had met. He tucked the photo behind a mirror, so that only Kurt could been seen. He lightly stroked the edge of the photo, and gently shut his locker before walking off with Mercedes for first period.

"And that brings up to the start of my story... will kind of." Kurt said with a laugh. "Most of you know that I joined the Cheerio's a week later. Mercedes became my best friend but I never forgot about Blaine. He was always on the back of my mind. I did send him a birthday card that year but I stopped sending them after that. I kept them in a box under my bed. With the journals I used to right. Most people wrote 'Dear Journal' or 'Dear Diary', well I wrote 'Dear Blaine'. He was the one person who understood anything I would say." Kurt said with a sad smile. "Still is, so stay tune for Part one of "Kurt Hummel's Train Wreck of a Year"

To Be Continued...