I hurried towards my window, groaning when I realized the reason for the sudden whiteness. There was a thick layer of snow laying on top of the streets, my car and the trees. It was a beautiful sight but only when one is inside, not actually in the cold snowy landscape itself.

Both Burt and Carole had already left for work, Finn was still in his room, probably still sleeping. It was pretty much the same every school day, I would get downstairs while Carole and Burt were at work and Finn would always come downstairs later, rushing and eating hastily.

Just as I finished my breakfast and was on my way to the door I heard the stairs crackle. A bewildered, bed-headed Finn was stomping down the stairs, may I add sounding like an elephant?

"Finn, maybe you should come out of your bed sooner so you could actually be on time for once." I said, pointing out the obvious.

Finn grumbled something in reply I wasn't able to make out entirely, Finn was always grumpy in the morning.

For some reason I actually felt excited to go to school, and that kind of scared me.

I knew it wasn't because I was looking forward to learning stuff, no not at all. Maybe I was just excited because I finally got some good friends, and that made school more fun, right?

I sighed, giving into my conscience. Somewhere I knew I was excited to go to school because I would get to see Blaine. And I honestly hated myself for it.

I shouldn't be wanting to talk to him, or even be in the same room after my embarrassment of yesterday.

I still didn't trust him at all, one day he looked at me with the most hateful expression in history and the next day he was interrogating me about my life. Also, he told me there was nothing different about his eyes, which I was pretty sure wasn't true.

I wasn't really anxious to face the other bullies, why was this so different? Why were things so complicated when it came to Blaine? Maybe because I liked him? -what? I did not like him!-

I said goodbye to Finn, knowing he would drive to school on his own since he was late anyway. I walked towards my truck, which was proven to be pretty difficult since there was ice everywhere. I almost slipped but found my balance back in time by gripping onto the truck, well that was a good sign, -sigh-.

I refused to let my thoughts wander of to Blaine so instead I thought about planning the shopping trip with Mercedes and Tina I'd been wanting for a while.

While planning out the trip in details I drove to school, trying to watch my speed, not that the truck couldn't handle the snow, not at all actually, but I was afraid my thoughts might wander of long enough to cause huge damage.

When I arrived at school my eye caught the sight of something shiny and silver, this time not the Volvo. I immediately understood why I didn't have any problems with driving through the snow. Someone had put chains around the wheels, probably my dad. I felt a warm feeling at the thought that my dad had actually given them to me, and put them around the wheels by himself.

I heard the snow cracking, apparently there were people walking towards me. I looked up, expecting to see Mercedes and Tina or maybe Nick, Jeff or Finn. But as I did, I saw it was none of them.

I felt a cold feeling drop in my stomach, limbs already shaking a little. I tried to look unafraid, but I wasn't really sure how to control the sudden jolt of fear.

Walking towards me, were David Karofsky and three of his big built friends, looking a little bit too pleased and devilish for my meaning.

"Morning queer" One of them said, looking at the others while laughing.

I ignored him, trying to find away around them, but they surrounded me.

"Well now, you don't have to ignore us," Dave said.

I looked at him with disgust and anger, of all the times that he had harassed me, starting to get the better of me.

But they just laughed at me, probably thinking I couldn't stand up to them, could I?

"I said talk, fairy!" Dave was the one to talk again.

"What do you want from me?" I didn't know if I just actually said that out loud, but at least my voice didn't shake, even though it was a little higher, which caused them to laugh again.

"We just came to say hello, checking if you're normal yet." I didn't recognize the one who said it, but I already didn't like him.

"I'm perfectly normal." I had no idea where this was coming from, but their smug smiles and comments caused to make me feel angry, and I, Kurt Hummel speaks his mind when angry!

"Shut up fag, or we will make you." Most of the amusement was gone from the voice, this time anger was clear in his voice.

At first I wanted to laugh at that, because we were on school grounds. But then I remembered we were early, so there probably weren't a lot of people around, I also remembered that not a lot of people actually cared..

"That's what I thought!" The voice sneered, still sounding angry. I had no idea why he was that angry all of the sudden, since I didn't really said much to them.

But just when I thought it was over he reached out to punch me, I cringed, trying to stay upright when his fist connected with my stomach. Another fist was coming my way, this time aiming for my face. This time I did fall to the ground, my head hitting the hard ground, it pounding loudly, somewhere in the background I heard the sound of tires racing through the snow but when a foot connected to my stomach again, everything became blurry.

I caught sight of something silver, I shrieked, it was a knife! Just as the knife was about to pierce through my porcelain skin it stopped mid-air.

Vaguely I heard the sound of a scream, not coming from me this time. It was hard to pay attention since everything became fuzzy but I heard a familiar voice yell at someone, sounding extremely angry.

Suddenly it hit me, I knew this voice! It belonged to the angelic boy, Blaine.

I tried to open my eyes when I felt something really cold touch me, cringing while I was expecting the knife to to pierce my skin anyway.

Did Blaine join in on them? Was he about to help them abuse me? I tried to stop him, knowing that if he did, my whole world would cave in. It might sound strange, because I barely knew him. But I was finally starting to think he might not hate me, but now he was doing this.

Finally I got my voice, it still sounded more like a crackling, soft whisper. "D-don't hurt me." I felt something wet sliding down my face, was I crying, a loud sob confirmed this.

"I'm not going to." I cringed at the anger in voice which was apparently not directed to me, or was he lying? like he had before? I didn't know if I could feel relieved yet.

I tried to open my eyes a second time, this time succeeding. I clung to what was apparently Blaine, when I saw that I wasn't lying on the ground anymore. I was being carried.

A flush spread across my face despite being kicked I still had full knowledge that I was being carried by Blaine, and for some reason that made my already hurt stomach flip. I cringed again, at the feeling because it actually hurt.

I saw Blaine looking down at me, still looking extremely angry but now also with a look of concern. Was he actually concerned about me? Or was he carrying me to throw me in a ditch somewhere. I tried to struggle against the firm grip around my fragile body, but it was useless, I might as well have been trying to push away a brick wall because he didn't even show the tiniest knowledge of my movement.

"W-h-ere u t'ing m-" I tried to ask him without sounding ridiculous, of course that failed. But it was proven extremely difficult to speak normally when one was somewhere between being in heaven for being in the arms of an extremely hot, beautiful looking person and being scared for what that person was about to do with you.

He didn't laugh as I expected him to, in fact he looked, if that was even possible, even more angry and concerned. "I'm just taking you to the hospital." His voice hadn't changed from the harsh tone.

For some reason my conscience decided to trust him, even though his voice was nothing near nice or calming. But I was feeling rather tired and dizzy so I closed my eyes again. I finally let myself relax in his arms, suddenly his scent was all around me. It was surprisingly nice and comforting, but also very safe and I felt even more tired.

"M'kay," I felt his eyes glare at me, I tried to let the dizzy and tired feeling carry me away so the blush that I felt coming wouldn't rise upon my face.

"Kurt, you have to stay awake. Do you hear me?" My eyes immediately fluttered open at the tone of his voice, oh the anger was still there, definitely, but concern was more clear this time. His voice was still hard, his mouth in a firm line but his eyes were looking at me and I almost drowned in them, which was not really helping my state. But for a few seconds my pain actually felt lighter.

"Y' hve b'ful eyes," Somewhere deep down I knew I shouldn't have said that out loud but I was too tired to care, especially when I saw the tiniest smile in the corner of his lips.

"You shouldn't talk, just don't close your eyes." It didn't sound as if he wanted me to shut up, more as if he really wanted me to save my energy. This would've never made sense if I was anywhere near conscious but since I was almost letting go of my grip on reality it did.

"But m' tired" I was barely able to talk anymore, my eyelids feeling extremely heavy and I snuggled closer in his arms, feeling annoyed when I realized he was keeping them as far away from his body as he could.

"Kurt!" His voice sounded harsh again, trying to keep me awake.

"Hmm?" I was barely even awake at this point.

"You have to stay awake remember?" His voice sounded almost pleading by now, sounding seriously worried. Wait, hold on a minute, Blaine Anderson, Blaine-angelic-mysterious-boy-Anderson was worried about me? Of course I couldn't trust my instincts because of my state, but somewhere my mind was doing, probably one of the most terrible, victory dance.

"Can't, tired." I was about to fall asleep when his voice awoke me again.

"Kurt!" there was my name coming from his lips again, I knew I had to respond but I was too tired to talk or even move, in stead I just concentrated on his calm breathing.

I felt Blaine watch me and was mildly aware that we were driving by now, but for some weird reason I couldn't place, I never left his arms.

When I felt the soft, surprisingly cold, touch of his hand on my head I drifted away into the black darkness I had been struggling to avoid. It felt as if my body was floating through, well nothing, it didn't exactly feel like air nor did it feel like water but it was nice, I was free. But something deep inside me was screaming, alarming me I shouldn't let myself drift away any further, but I ignored it. How could feeling so free, so careless be a bad thing? Somewhere behind the black darkness I heard the sound of a voice scold, but even though the voice sounded angry I loved the sound of that voice so that didn't pull me back either.

When I tried to open my eyes I was blinded by the whiteness of what were supposedly bright lights, so I closed my eyes again. I head the vague sound of a chair being pushed over the floor, it pained my head. I groaned, immediately stopping after I realized that, that hurt too.

Suddenly the events of earlier started to replay themselves in my head, I immediately sat up straight, wincing at the pain it caused, pounding fiercely in my head.

"Easy there kid, your head needs rest." The low, trusted voice of my dad calmed me immediately.

Now I was a little calmer I looked around, I saw the, slightly standard, room of a hospital. I mentally sighed, -in case that might've hurt-, I really didn't like hospitals.

My eye fell on my hand and a look of disgust spread across my face, I heard my dad chuckle. I saw a big, creepy, IV was piercing my hand, I quickly looked away.

"So how are you feeling kid? You hit your head pretty hard." My dad sounded a little concerned.

Suddenly I panicked, I was worried about how much he knew. Did Blaine tell him this was done by bullies, that they did this to him for being gay? Did Blaine even wait for his dad to explain? .

Exactly at that moment a man, supposedly the doctor, came walking in. My dad didn't need to tell me who he was. Of course I'd never seen him in my life before, but I could recognize one of them immediately. He was a tall man, brown hair which was slicked back, he had the same pale, icy skin and brown eyes, though not as gold as Blaine's.

"Ah, Mr. Hummel. It's good to see that you're awake." His voice, which didn't really come as a surprise to me, sounded perfect. It was a little heavier than Blaine's and had a warm ring to it, it was, in some way, kind of comforting.

His father looked up at the doctor, "Is there any permanent damage?". His voice didn't sound as concerned as he was probably feeling.

"No, I'm happy to inform that Mr. Hummel will be his old self again after a good few days of rest. But rest is of great importance since you've had a concussion, you're ribs aren't broken but a little bit bruised. I will give you some painkillers and then you should be able to go home tomorrow." I saw him smile towards me.

The smile, and the information, made me shift back a little less worried. But I still had no idea what Burt thought had happened.

As if he could hear my thoughts he answered my silent question. "Please be careful and try not to slip and hit your head, next time." He walked out of the room.

Somewhere I was glad he hadn't told my dad. I knew it was getting out of hand but I wasn't about to let my dad get concerned over something that he shouldn't have to deal with in the first place.

I sighed in relief, my head lightly pounding. I saw Burt smiling at me, "get some rest kid, you need it." He touched my arm and went out of the room so I could sleep.

I closed my eyes, shifting uncomfortable in the hospital sheets. My head still hurt and my rib was feeling a little bit painful but at least it wasn't something too bad.

Just when I felt myself drifting away, I heard his voice. It was low and cold, the same tone as in the parking lot. I shivered slightly, his voice was still beautiful, but there was something extremely dangerous about it.

"They shouldn't still be walking around, Anthony. I-I could barely walk away, you know.."

"Blaine, the boy will be fine, stop worrying. And about those guys, we'll just report them to th-"

"Don't you see! that won't matter! they- they don't care."

"Blaine, what do you want me to do?"

"Just-, never mind."

I sat frozen in my bed, I was quite sure about what I had just heard. Was it really about me? No, that couldn't be.. It was probably about someone else.. yes, that had to be it..

I heard one of them walking away and the other one letting out a frustrated sigh.

"Blaine?" I had no idea why I called him, I had no idea if he could even hear me since my door was closed and I had barely heard them talking, but I still did.

My question was answered short after as the door went open, revealing a cold looking, Blaine. Since I had no idea why I called him in the first place there was a silence between us for a few seconds, surprisingly enough he was the one to break it.

"So.. How are you feeling?" He didn't look at me as he asked me, but I was sure I could hear some kind of concern in his voice.

"Oh, well, you know.. okay, I guess?" It was just too much to ask to make sense around him, apparently.

His gaze softened for just a few seconds, standing in the doorway, still not looking directly at me. He was wearing blue jeans, that fitted rather nicely, -may I add- brown, simple shoes and a white V-neck shirt, but no coat, vest or whatsoever over it, which kind of surprised me, it was winter after all.. Maybe he had just left it back at the entrance, that was probably it. Wait, Why was I thinking about this again?

I awkwardly cleared my throat as I noticed none of us had said anything and I was, well kind of, glaring at him.

"You called me?" He said, stating out the obvious.

I had, I knew that, but why? I replayed the scene in my head again. Shivering at the thought of them walking towards me, I had really thought they weren't about to hurt me.. I replayed the first punch, then the second one and then the kicking.

I felt a stab of nervousness when I remembered the flashy, silver knife being pulled out of someone's pocket. But then it occurred to me that the knife had never actually reached me, well at least not in actual damaging distance.

I also remembered the sound of tires racing across the snow and the sudden sound of someone being punched, but it hadn't been me, it had been one of the jocks. I also remembered who the then still unknown helper was, it had been Blaine, Blaine had rescued me.. But how did he see what was happening? It wasn't exactly in the middle of the parking lot, it was quite sheltered actually. I felt a wave of confusion rush through me.

"How did you find me?" The question popped up in my head and I accidentally blurted it out aloud.

His expression only flickered for one second before he pulled himself together again, in the perfect mask.

"What do you mean?" he asked, sounding flatly.

I sighed, "It wasn't exactly in the middle of the school parking lot, how did you know where I was?".

He didn't answer immediately, "I didn't."

I rolled my eyes, "Well you were there, Blaine".

"Exactly, I was there, but I didn't know you were."

For some reason I didn't fully believe him, I mean I had heard practically the car racing towards me, stopping and before I knew it they were all far away from me, well except Blaine.

"So you always race around the parking lot, searching for damsels in distress?" I had no idea why I was getting so snappy with him, but he had to stop lying.

He snorted humorlessly, "I practically saved your life, I don't think I owe you an explanation, do you?"

So he was hiding something.. I sniffed angrily, his powers to annoy me were definitely still there.

"Actually, no, I do not."

He laughed a little, this time sounding actually amused.

"Well, that's too bad then."

I looked at him in disbelief, but suddenly I felt very tired. I closed my eyes and let myself fall back into the pillows, not even having noticed I had been sitting straight up before.

When I reopened my eyes I saw that he was still there, that he was actually looking a little bit worried. He was so confusing, one moment he was annoying me till no end and then the other second he caused my stomach to do this some sort of backwards flip.

He was apparently reassured when I had opened my eyes, because he began walking back to the door.

I sighed, closing my eyes for a brief second. "Blaine?"

He turned his head, looking at me from where he was standing in the doorway.

"Yes?" It didn't sound as flat as before but there was some sort of strange emotion clearly there in his voice.

"Thanks, for you know.. saving me I guess." I didn't look at him, afraid to see him look at me with the same anger he sometimes directed at me.

I felt his glare on me, I wondered if I should look up and decided to give in. I saw a small smile around his lips but his eyes were looking a bit sad, then he walked out of the door, leaving me completely confused.

Before I could even question what the sad look in his eyes had meant I felt another wave of complete exhaustion wash over me. I closed my eyes and fell asleep rather quickly, but even in my sleep I wasn't feeling at ease.

I kept dreaming about Karofsky and his friends who were chasing me, lunch at school, but everyone was talking way too loud. But the worst recurring image was the one of Blaine's eyes, still beautiful but filled with so much emotion that even in my dreams it made me feel uneasy.

The next day I woke up at 9, the nurse did a final check on me and then they told me I was ready to go home.

Burt was waiting for me outside the room, talking with dr. Anderson.

When we got home Burt told me to get some rest and that he had to get back to his work. He told me that Carole would come home earlier and if I needed anything I could always call him.

I really appreciated their concerns but I assured him that I was fine. My head didn't even hurt as much as before and my ribs weren't too bad either.

Yes, physically I was feeling fine. But I couldn't stop thinking about the fact that I had to go back to school on Monday, I had to face Karofsky and the rest again. But for some sick reason that wasn't even what I was afraid of. I was afraid to see Blaine again.

I had no idea where we stood, one second he was glaring me to death but the other moment he was saving my life. But then again, maybe he was just a descent person. Burt had told me how they were such nice and polite people. Maybe he had just saved me out of pity.

Suddenly I had a terrible feeling that the sad look in his eyes had been regret. I almost felt nauseous at the idea. But then I also remembered how he had practically pleaded me to stay awake in his arms, and how he had asked about me during Biology.

I realized I only knew one thing about this Blaine Anderson, he was extremely confusing.

That night I went to bed extremely early, around 8, and took two paracetamol just to be sure I wouldn't wake up in pain in the middle of the night.

I didn't really sleep well again that night, I wasn't really dreaming but the uneasy feeling never left my mind.