“HEY HOMO!” yelled some jock named Karofsky as he shoved me against some nearby red lockers.

I just sat that for a moment in deep thought about how much I hated it here at McKinley High. The jocks ruled the school strutting around in their tacky red and white letterman jackets no matter what the season. Red is such a bold color and should definitely not be worn every day like that. Who picked out these school colors? Plus we live in Ohio but really? I mean really, every day it’s cold enough to wear a letterman jacket? No, but those jocks have to show their dominance somehow whether it be wearing distasteful clothing or shoving the nearest, and only if I might add, gay kid in the entire school into something.

My white designer jeans were probably ruined along with my hair. I sighed and grabbed my spare outfit out of my locker along with some hairspray, of course. I quickly went to the nearest restroom and changed into a pair of rather tight black skinny jeans, a white short sleeve button up shirt with a pair of black shoes to match. I quickly fluffed my short light brown hair to perfection and added a touch of hair spray. I stared at myself for a brief moment finally happy with my choice and headed to glee club.

Being gay got me shoved into lockers, thrown in garbage cans, and verbally harassed, but being in glee club got me “slushied.” This of course means that while I am minding my own business walking down the hallways in the latest Marc Jacobs couture, a random football player will splash me with an extra large slushy. Not only is it a burst of freezing cold ice that stings my eyes and drips down into some pretty dark places, but the drink stains my clothes, ruins my hair, and makes me look like a complete idiot. I’ve learned to just bring extra sets of clothing to school every day, but I shouldn’t have to. It’s starting to piss me off.

Glee club was exceptionally boring today. The director, Mr. Shuester, just gave the two soloists more solos. Yaye! Not. You know it would be nice to actually sing for once in a club I’ve been in for a year. I should be happy though since one of those soloists happens to be my step-brother and The Finn Hudson, quarterback of the football team. I would think that since Finn, being my brother and all would help me with the whole his teammates shoving me into things, slushying me, and calling me deplorable names, but it doesn’t help. He doesn’t help. I’m sure if he wanted to he would make it stop, but he doesn’t. I guess even though we’re brothers, we aren’t really that close even though I would like us to be.

I’m so glad glee is over for once. I stayed late practicing a song I planned on singing to prove to Mr. Shuester that Finn is not the only male lead in this group. It was getting late and I kind of wanted to go home so I called it quits after one run through. All I could think about was getting into my shiny black navigator and going home away from this hell hole. I slammed by locker door as the football team passed by. I shut my eyes hard and braced myself to be shoved as hard as possible but it didn’t happen. I guess I’m invisible late in the afternoon. I turned the way they came and almost ran right into Karofsky. Gosh I hate him and he smelled so weird. He just stood there and stared at me as I backed up just a little bit. Then I suddenly had the wind knocked out of me and my head hit the lockers so hard. He kneeled down and whispered in my ear, “I don’t like your kind dirtying up my school, fag.” He got up and laughed and started to walk away. There was so much rage inside of me that for once I got up and yelled “HEY!” as I chased him into the locker room.

“What the hell is your problem?!” I screamed.

Karofsky looked around the empty room and asked, “You talkin’ to me homo?”

“Yes you idiot!” I yelled.

Karofsky looked at me and laughed. “Whatever get out of here, Hummel. I don’t want you sneakin’ a peak at my junk.”

“I’m sorry to disappoint you, but you’re definitely not my type,” I laughed.

“Is that right Hummel?” he asked.

“Please you’re a huge, sweaty football player who will probably be bald by the time you’re thirty,” I replied.

“Man fuck off!” he yelled and his voice was so ragged and angry but I pushed anyway.

“Gladly but you know what? You are nothing but ignorant and just so you know you can’t punch the gay out of someone asshole!” I yelled proudly regretting it shortly after.

“You are gonna get it Hummel,” Karofsky said as he got closer to me.

“Bring it,” I said scared out of my life. “Assho-“

I was cut off because out of nowhere he grabs my face and kisses me hard. It was disgusting and his breathing was so heavy. I shuddered as his hands moved from my cheeks to my lower back. This can’t be happening. Is a first kiss supposed to feel this terrifying? I pushed him away as hard as I could. He looked so sad but only briefly because his frown and teary eyes turned angry. He grabbed my hips hard and pulled me into his body. He leaned down to my ear while unbuttoning my shirt and whispered, “If you scream right now, I’ll hurt you and you tell anyone about our little “date” and I’ll break your neck, Hummel.” I realized that all of the glee kids and football players were probably gone so even if I did scream, no one would even hear it. I cradled my hands to my chest crying. He ssshed me and licked my neck and proceeded to pull me in even closer by grabbing my ass tightly making me jump. He started sucking and biting my exposed shoulder making his way to my collar bone. I breathed in sharply in pain and cried harder.

The door bursts open with Finn standing there just staring shocked at what he was seeing most likely. Karofsky quickly pushed me down, grabbed his bag, and left the room pushing Finn out of the way. I sat on the ground staring into space thinking, “did that just happen? …no I was….then. I didn’t He didn’t ..” I felt hands shaking me, and then suddenly a voice too calling my name. I zoned back into reality and just snapped. I yelled at Finn. I don’t know what I said or why but I just yelled for him to stop touching me. He looked completely bewildered at me. I got up and ran. I had to get to my car. I had to get home. I had to get away from here. I had to get home. I was safe there.

I drove home as fast as I could not stopping or paying attention to anything in the way. I tripped up the porch stairs fumbling with my keys with tears obstructing my vision. It was dark when I got inside meaning that no one was home. It was only 4:30pm. So, Carol and Burt wouldn’t be home for another hour or two. I ran to my room and threw my bag down. I locked myself in the bathroom, turned on the shower, and just stood there thinking. I tried to forget everything but I couldn’t. I couldn’t stop thinking about his hands and that kiss. I stood there for what seemed like hours trying to get clean. The water stung my entire body. I finally got out, wiped the mirror and looked at myself. I had finger prints on my hips. His fingerprints. They were so big. And my shoulder was a horrific purple color with bloodied teeth marks around it. It looked like it should hurt, but I couldn’t feel anything. I wasn’t even crying anymore. I was so numb. So, I got in bed and buried myself under the covers.

A little while later I felt a hand shaking me awake. “What?” I whispered hoarsely.

My dad looked down at me with worried eyes. “You were yelling… having a nightmare. Finn told me you got hurt at school so I came to check up on you. Are you okay?”

I looked away and started to cry again. “I dunno. I don’t think I can go back to that school. I can’t do this anymore, Dad. I can’t. I just—”

“Ssssh, Kurt,” he said hugging me. “It’s okay. We can talk later. You just sleep it off okay kid?”

I nodded. I felt him get up from the bed. I missed the comfort. I was so scared I would dream about him all over me again. I sat awake and wondered what could have happened if Finn hadn’t showed up. I didn’t go back to sleep until early the next morning.

“Kurt!” I heard my dad yell as he came into my room carrying a tray of food. “Carol made you some lunch.”

“Thanks,” I said as he sat the tray on my night stand. There was a pamphlet on the tray as well. I picked it up looking up at him.

He answered my questioning look “That is a pamphlet on your new school: Dalto—”

“Dalton Academy, a private high school in Westerville, Ohio. They have excellent academics and most of their graduates attend Ivy League schools.” I said cutting him off.

“They also have a zero-no tolerance bullying policy,” Burt said with a smile.

“Westerville is a 2 hour drive, Dad. And I’d be driving back late every night and gas would be so expensive and—”

“Which is why you will be boarding,” Burt said. “They have dorms there where students who have a long commute can stay.”

My eyes went wide. “Boarding? But isn’t the tuition there expensive enough. Plus, it’s the middle of the semester. No, Dad, I can’t let you do this. I’ll be fine.”

“Carol and I have the tuition already worked out. We talked to the principal or dean or whatever he is and he said your transfer is all in order. He just needs your answer by Friday morning,” Burt sighed. “And Kurt you are not fine. I’ve never seen you like this. Lately, you’ve been in pain from getting shoved all the time. You eat even less than you normally which is basically nothing and you don’t talk as often or shop. You love shopping! And now your eyes are all red, you haven’t freaked out about your skin or the fact that for lunch we made you pork sausage, and you’re just not you. Let me do this for you, Kurt. I want my son back to his happy self and if this school will do that then I don’t care what it costs.”

I smiled. “Thanks, Dad.”

He got up from my bed and said, “Well, it’s Tuesday so you have 3 days to pack, so you better get started kiddo.”

Blaine’s POV

I adjusted my striped tie and added more gel to my hair. I grabbed my blue blazer ready to show the new boarder around along with his family.

As I quickly jogged down the staircase, I laid eyes on the most beautiful boy I had ever seen talking to a man and woman. He wasn’t in uniform so he must be the new boarder. He was wearing a white long sleeve button up with dark grey slacks. I guess it was so he wouldn’t look too informal in this place. Wow. I had no idea he would be so perfect. His skin looked like porcelain and so soft. His hair was perfect and went well with those gorgeous blue eyes. Oh crap they all stopped talking and looked over here. Was I staring? No, well maybe a little, but he’s just so-. No. Blaine you have to show him around.

“Hello, you must be Mr. and Mrs. Hummel. Welcome to Dalton Academy,” I said with a smile. “I’m Blaine Anderson, and I will be showing you and your son around.”

Please, call me Burt,” said the boy’s father as he held out his hand to shake mine.

I shook it firmly in agreement. I turned back to the boy who had me breathless just a few moments before and said with a sigh, “And you must be Kurt. It is wonderful to meet you.”

He shook my hand and looked at me strangely. His hand was so wonderfully soft that I just didn’t want to let go of it. Oh gosh, I did something strange. I’ll fix it later. He will like me later. Not that I like him or he likes me. I quickly let go of Kurt’s hand and turned to start the tour. I showed them the grounds covered in statues of great people who attended Dalton. We passed by both dorms: Vanderbilt and Dartholme. Burt said that Kurt would be staying in Vanderbilt, and I smiled so hard explaining that I lived there as well. We traveled through the four wings of the academic building as I explained each wing and staircase lead to different subjects. I showed them the dining hall where Kurt would be eating all of his meals. I was quickly bombarded by friends since it was dinner time on Friday so everyone was excited that the school week was finally over.

“Hey, Blaine!” Wes yelled. “I see you used extra hair gel today. What’s the occasion?”

David followed and said, “Yeah, do you have a new love interest, Blaine?”

Nick and Jeff were close behind and Nick yelled, “WOW! Congratulations!”

Jeff patted Blaine on the back and said, “I’m glad a boy has finally taken interest in you Blaine.”

I was so angry with my friends for their rude comment and finally said, “What do you mean ‘finally’? And my hair gel is at its normal ration for today and just fyi Jeff any guy would love to-”

Burt cleared his throat to remind me that they were still here.

“Right, I am currently giving a tour and this is Kurt Hummel and his family. He will be staying in our dorm,” I said confidently.

Wes, David, Jeff and Nick shared a common “ooohhh” and apologized for interrupting and excused themselves to eat.

“Sorry about that. They get excited easily,” I said with a blush going across my face.

“Oh no Blaine it’s fine!” Mrs. Hummel assured me. “Burt and I have to be going now anyway since we already moved Kurt in.”

Burt nodded in agreement. “Yeah we better hit the road. We got a two hour drive ahead of us. You be good Kurt and called me every once in a while.”

“Alright, dad, I will,” Kurt said as his parents walked away. His voice was so light and high pitched like an angel. It made me smile. He sighed of relief once they were gone. His lips were so cute and pink. I wonder if they are as soft as skin is. I mean if his hands were that soft his lips had to feel amazing. If only-

“Blaine,” Kurt said looking straight at me with his head turned to the side with those blue eyes breaking my train of thought. “Um, I haven’t had dinner yet, so, um, do you want to eat with me?”

I looked at him with my mouth slightly open. Did he have to be so cute when he asked? I haven’t felt this good in a long time. “Kurt Hummel, I would love to have dinner with you.”

He smiled at me. At Me! I grabbed his hand and led him to the food area. He went to the salad bar while I grabbed the juiciest burger I could find along with fries and pizza. I paid for the both of us using one of my guest meals remembering that Kurt hadn’t gotten his ID card and wouldn’t until Monday.

I led him to a small round table hoping we could be alone, but of course Wes and David bombarded us.

“Are you really going to eat all of that food, Blaine?” Kurt asked me in a curious manner.

Before I could answer David said, “Of course, Kurt. Being as small as Blaine, you need your nutrients. If he keeps this up, maybe one day, he’ll grow.”

I glared at David so hard. I hated everyone’s cracks about my freaking height. I mean was I really that small?

“Hey, Blaine. Hey Kurt,” said Wes with a smile. “Geez Blaine aren’t you going to introduce us properly?”

“Oh how rude of me,” I said, my voice very monotone and laced with sarcasm. “These are my two good friends Wes and David. They live in our dorm.”

“Nice to meet you, Kurt,” David said with a half smile. “I am actually the student residential assistant of the dorm, so if you are having any problems let me know, okay?”

“And let me know too!” I interrupted slightly jealous of the way Kurt was looking at David so thankfully.

Wes looked at me strangely and said, “…why would Kurt let you know if he was having dorm room problems?”

Crap. I can’t say because I think he’s the most beautiful creature in the world and would love to spend some time with him and that he could talk to me about anything. “Oh you know,” I said slowly, “So we can talk and get to know each other and maybe become friends and all that.”

“Oh…” David said slowly, “I see.”

Kurt laughed. “Thanks David I will let you know. And Blaine I will let you know too and I would be delighted to be your friend.”

Did he just say what I think he said? He would be delighted to be my friend. I sighed full of happiness staring off into space. I would have to show him my favorite place to get coffee. Does he drink coffee? I can’t wait to talk to him more with his voice being so lovely and all. I heard laughter and tuned back into the conversation. I saw that a blonde and a dark haired boy had sat down at our table next to Kurt.

“Wait when did Jeff and Nick get here?” I asked confused.

David laughed and Wes slightly answered, “ They got here like 10 minutes ago where were you?”

“Jeff was just explaining his new Justin Bieber haircut as a part of his plan to ‘get some’ this year,” David managed to get out only laughing a little bit.

Wes said, “Oh you left out the best part,” to David. Wes turned to me and said, “After Jeff explained that everyone loved Bieber, he did the famous Bieber hair flip and then Kurt asked ‘So are all of you gay?’” Then the table erupted with laughter. Even Nick cracked a smile on his face and he was never happy.

I laughed saying to Kurt, “Umm no. I mean I am but these guys aren’t. Wes and David have girlfriends: Emily and Caroline. Jeff and Nick are straight but single.”

“Please, single is the way to be Kurt,” Jeff said as wrapped his arm around Kurt. “Plus I’m more of a lady’s man. Relationships aren’t for me.”

“Are you sure that’s the reason you aren’t in a relationship, Jeff?” asked David.

Everyone laughed. I noticed that Kurt winced a little bit when Jeff put his hand around his shoulder. I wonder what that was about. Kurt got up quickly saying he needed to finish unpacking or something and that he would see us later. He was in such a rush to leave that I wondered what was going on in that head of his.

I zoned back in and realized everyone was staring at me. “What?” I asked.

“Yep, Wes, you were right he’s got it bad,” David said.

Wes smiled and said, “Told ya so.”

“You got bit by the love bug hard,” Jeff said as he shook his head.

“Can someone please tell what is going on?” I asked confused.

“Kurt,” David answered, “you like him don’t you?”

Well hell. Had I really been that obvious? Sure I stared at his captivating eyes a little longer than I should have and thought about his skin and maybe I did hang on every word that came out those adorable lips of his. “Shit, you’re right!” I yelled. My head fell in my hands. “I have a crush on Kurt.”

They all “awed” and threw fries at me. “Don’t worry, Blaine,” said Wes, “we got your back.”

“Yeah! We could always come up with a plan to get you two together,” said Jeff.

“No,” David said, “we are not doing one of your plans, Jeff.”

“Yeah,” I said sadly. “Plus I bet he didn’t even pay much attention to me. I mean it’s a new school, new friends, and new everything.”

“Don’t worry too much about it, Blaine,” assured Wes. “Come on let’s go. I’ll bake you a chocolate cake in the dorm kitchen.”

I smiled and followed them out. Great. If these guys noticed, then, of course, Kurt did. Maybe that’s why he left so fast. I wonder where he is now.