Blaine drove home in his dads old 1950's dirty red T-bird that they put together two summers ago. His new bow-tie in his lap and the directions to the new house in hand, he felt more lonely than ever. They were moving to Lima which was two hours away from home. Two whole hours away from Legacy. Starting now Blaine was alone, Halie was a Freshmen at McKinney but they agreed to pretend they didn't know each other. Thus, Blaine didn't know anyone at the school. But So he thought.

Taking a right down the driveway of his new home he started to tear up. This house was not a home. It as a one story, four bedroom home with no outside space and the most ugly shades of brown in the color spectrum. The surrounding houses were all smashed near each other that there was no way Blaine would be able to play his guitar in the only spot of grass without disturbing the surrounding houses. He grabbed the guitar next to him, angrily wiped the tear away and got out of his car and walked inside.

Tomorrow school would start and he would have no one to follow. He was going to try to get there early to first to audition for the school's glee club which he already was planning on singing "I'm Still Standing" from Elton John with his trusty Les Paul guitar his uncle gave him when he turned 15.

"Hey mom he said kissing her on the cheek."

"Hey baby, check the house out your room is the last one on the left."

His boxes was already spread around his floor waiting to be unpacked. Blaine couldn't deny putting his clothes away for school so he found his record player in one of the fragile boxes along with all of his records and immeditly put on his ROXY MUSIC album turning it to "Your love is the Drug" and started unpacking his clothes and pictures of him and Legacy doing everything together. Riding, relaxing, grooming and one when he took her to the beach but the one he put by his bed was the first time he met her. There was an intimacy that Blaine had never shared with anyone else in the world. He then moved to the pictures of him of Wes and David at the fair and pictures of him from the Warbler's photo shoot from regional Ending in all of his posters of Bryan Ferry, Queen, The Beatles, The Outfield and the biggest one of Elton John. He took a step back and thought it was starting to look like home but he still needed to put his bow-ties on his dresser and his clothes still needed to be hung instead he changed his record to Bryan Adam's "Summer of 69" and laid on his bed and stared at Legacy's picture. After an eternity of complete nothing he got up and started sorting his clothes in his closet with his warbler blazers in the back and all his new clothes in the front sorted by color and type.

"Hey,Honey." She said knocking on his door.

"Hey mom come in."

She opened the door and smiled.

"It looks really good in here. Are you ready for school tomorrow? Got all your books and things?"

"Yeah, I think so...Hey mom, why is everything coming so fast?"

He couldn't help but let a tear slid down his face. "Oh, baby. I don't know. We've lost a lot and you've had to grow up so fast that it isn't fair. You've never had someone to just sit down and love you."

"Mom, I'm just...I just love you."

She pulled him into a tight embrace without saying anything.She looked him in the eyes and smiled,

"You're almost off to college and out of the house, I'm going to miss you."

"Mom...Im still your little boy and I'm not going anywhere."

"I'll let you head to bed baby, you're going to have a long day."

"Good night mom."

He slipped into his bed and sleep took him in seconds.

Part Two

Today was the day two boys' lives would change and their day went somewhat like this.

Kurt walked into the school to pick up his new schedule and he saw him. Blaine! from the store in the bow-tie he picked out for him! He practically ran to the boy to say hello.

"Hey! I see you're wearing that bow-tie that matches your eyes!"

"Hey! Yeah, like I said, its my new favorite. I'm Blaine Anderson."

"Kurt Hummel. I'm a Senior here." He said as they shook hands and Blaine could tell Kurt moisturized making Blaine self-conscious of his rough hands from the ranch and playing guitar since he was eight but Kurt didn't seem to mind.

"Junior, but do you know where the Juinor Hall is?"

"Of course, come on I'll show you." Kurt took his hand until they got to the door leading out of the office

"So do you know anything about the Glee club here, I saw the classroom as I came in. Or is music not your thing?"

"Blaine, I'm gay I practically run it."

He's beautiful AND gay, Legacy would love his flutter.

"Do you think there's a chance you could use another voice?"

"You probably don't want that. The glee club isn't necessarily cool. It's not like at Dalton, that you guys are rockstars."

"How did you know I went to Dalton?"

"Like I said...rockstars. You guys killed sectionals last year. You had all the girls BEGGING for their wedding rings."About the glee club, if you sure you want to join then of course, you have the talent already so just come by the choir room after school."

"Will do. Thanks Kurt."

"Here we are, Junior Hall. I promise not all the halls smell like this but down the corner to the left is the locker room."

"Thanks."

"You're welcome Blaine, It was nice meeting you."

"Likewise."

BLAINE

Blaine started down the hall, very confident in his new bow tie and his brand new Oxfords that perfectly matched his white jeans until he was whipped out of his cloud nine with something so cold and blue, it felt like he was being bitch-slapped by and iceberg.

"Welcome to McKinley, Fag!"

"Derek! Why welcome him? We already have a fag to deal with."

Blaine barley heard the profanities being screamed at him coming from the large lacrosse players. This is the only thing Blaine was afraid of....the torment. He wanted to cry, he wanted to scream but he was frozen, scared, embarrassed and ashamed. Who the fuck was he kidding? Nobody cared to help him. Nobody cared to take a double take to see if he was "OK." Nobody wanted to help the helpless.

"It's Anderson, right? Well why don't you go fuck that Hummel kid. He likes cock too."

Blaine was heart broken. all he could do was fall to his knees into the staining blue slush with his bag barely missing the worst of the chunks but his schedule was done for even before school started. God he was a mess and he needed someone.

The next thing Blaine could hear was the bell ringing and people whispering as they entered their classrooms. Blaine slowly rose to his feet and gathered his things that fell out of his bag and tried to find the bathroom. looking in the mirror angry, tinted blue tears rolled down his cheeks that wouldn't stop. His bow-tie was now blue and a poop red color, his hair was sticky now that the slush stuck to the raspberry gel, the shoulders of his shirt were hit most and he was freezing cold, his pants looked like blue acid washed and his eyes still stung. Cleaning most of the slush from his hair, skin and the chunks off his clothes he shoved the bow-tie in his bag and returned to the office for yet another class schedule. The secretary looked at him with pity but didn't say one word as she printed another one out. French was his first class. By the time he got there he was fifteen minutes late but yet again only received a pity look from the french teacher not even bothering asking about being tardy, she knew but she didn't care. The look was starting to disgust him. Once the lesson was over they started on the homework which Blaine blew through because being from Dalton he already took this class the previous year. As he sat alone in the back of the room he took out a yellow piece of paper with green lines and wrote a letter.

Dear Friend,

I am writing to you because you seem like you listen and understand, like a wallflower. I will call people by different names because you can't figure out who I am,uyet. Please don't try I will leave your letters in your locker and maybe someday, when I'm ready I'll figure out a way you can write back. Even though you may seem to be strong, I know what its like it break down a little bit everyday but I know already you're strong. So I hope you don't mind me writing to you but I'm alone on the inside and on the outside, I'm like you...strong and understanding. So, this is my life. And I want you to know that I am both happy and sad and I'm still trying to put my life together.

Love, Yours Truly.