And I thought that there was no way that my day could get any worse. Apparently, I was wrong. First, I had football tryouts. Turns out...I'm amazing compared to the sad sacks on the team. It's no wonder that they haven't won a game since the fluke championship. I knew, secretly, that I would have no problem making the team. What I didn't expect was the amout of attention that I got for doing so. Half of the guys on the team quivered the moment that I had walked on the field, thinking that I was coming to beat them up or something, but once they saw that even though I wasn't as tall as them, I could definately take a guy down and on top of that, I could kick and toss, I am a triple threat. I don't think they have ever seen someone actually have talent. Honestly, if Finn Hudson thinks that he has a chance of making the Ohio State team, he's on crack. That boy cannot throw a straight line if his life depended it. Though, it isn't entirely his fault. I mean, if Coach Hog or something would take a minute to put down her chicken and stop pulling the wedgies out of her ass and review some plays and put them into effect, the McKinley Titans might have a chance to win against a blind team.

Aside from the trainwreck extravaganza that is the football team, the guys are pretty badass. I knew Puckerman from juvie. We were always fighting for waffles. Obviously, I won. But Azimio really took me under his wing. I'm supposedly the replacement for some kid, Karofsky. He used to be a major badass. Slushies were his thing according from rumors. They always targeted the Glee Kids. At first, I felt pretty bad about targeting them because I'm sort of one of them. And I do like it. But that is something that they can never find out...ever. Have you heard what it did to Finn Hudson's rep? He used to be with Quinn Fabray, who, if I was straight, I would be all over, then he was with Rachel, while Quinn was pregnant with "his" kid, which was Puckerman's, I honestly didn't think the guy had the balls to get a chick pregnant. But back to Finn. He got caught with some medical marijuana and was drug into Glee. That was the end of the reign of Finn Hudson. He started making a comeback when he got back with Fabray, but that was short lived. And now he is a Glee nobody, getting slushied and beaten up with the rest of them.

My excitement only continued to build when I was told that Azimio and I were going to target our first victim, Kurt Hummel. Finn's brother, well, stepbrother, so I was told. I didn't know the kid, so what difference would it make.

But I was wrong. I knew him. Oh, how I knew him. Kurt Hummel, aka, Blue Eyes. Never did I think that I would be close enough to look into those eyes but instead of bringing them closer to me, I would be violently pushing them away, injuring the beautiful boy with the beautiful eyes.

It took everything that I had to not run back to Blu-Kurt and make sure he was okay, to apologize, to kiss every inch of bruised, beaten skin.

Only to add to me frustration, I had English. My favorite class. And by favorite, I mean, my let-me-jump-out-of-the-nearest-window-now I hate this class so much class.

And that was when I saw him. Sitting next to the annoying Jew, and that was when his eyes caught mine. But there was no love, no adoration, no care, only hate and fear. That was the last thing that I wanted him to feel. I wanted nothing more than to tell him that I was sorry. That I didn't know what I was doing. That I was in love with him after the second I saw him. That I would never hurt him again. I could apologize and apologize and never feel like I said enough because I know that he would never be able to forgive me.

That was when I found myself sitting next to him and being told that I was stuck in that seat for the rest of the year. I saw the look on his face. No matter how hard he tried to conceal it, I knew that he didn't want to be stuck there. I knew that after class, he was going to go and beg for a seat change, but with no prevail.

"Projects!" Our teacher blurted out. "This is school people. There are people in this class and I know that some of you don't know how to work together."

Oh shit. God. Please no.

"The person sitting to your left, introduce yourself, say one thing that you like. Why Mr. Israel? Because they are your Project Partners. Every group or partner project you have, they will be right by your side, working with you. This means that you will have to team up on weekends, after school, you will not be able to complete anything in class. I promise you this."

I looked to my left. Yup. It was Kurt. He was staring straight ahead, looking furious.

"Get to know eachother for the remainder of class time."

"Hey." I tried to get him to look at me.

"I don't want to get to know you." He said matter of factly, not even looking in my general direction.

"I know. And I understand."

"I don't think that you do."

"But I-"

"No. Blaine."

"One chance."

"No."

"Hi. My name is Blaine Anderson and I love to sing." I talked over Kurt.

This got his attention. "Kurt Hummel. I love to sing. And not throw people into lockers."

"I'm sorry about that."

"Shut up Blaine."

"Kurt. Please let me ex-"

"You are just like the rest of them. We take you into Glee Club and you beat us up. I thought I was free of this shit but I was wrong. So here's the plan, because I don't. Want anything to do with you. I'll do half of the projects, you do the other. You and I can switch off on putting it all together at the end. And I swear to God. If you think for one fucking second that you can slack off and not get this done. I will find you and get all of my friends to pin you down, and I will cut off your penis. Got it?"

I was utterly stunned. "I..."

"Good. Then it's settled. Good bye Blaine. And fuck you." Kurt stood up, collecting his books as the bell rang.

That had gone so much worse than I could have ever imagined. All I wanted was for him to accept my apology and start over.

I had no idea who Kurt Hummel was besides a gorgeous creature sent from God himself, or what he had been through, but I wanted to know, I needed to know. I wanted. Him. More than I had ever wanted someone before.