Kurts pov

Senior year. I never thought my life would have turned out this way, being thrown into dumpsters on a daily basis, being shoved into lockers, slushies thrown at me two times a day every day, I just really hoped my life would get better by high school. But this year is going to be different I just know it, its senior year and everyone is mature and the bullying is going to sto- splash- his thoughts were interrupted by a red stickey iceberg like slush hitting his face. Kurt turned around to see who slushied him but he couldnt see his eyes were red and the slushie was blocking his vision. A firm hand grabbed his arm and dragged him into the nearest washroom. Well I guess this senior year isnt going I to change kurt thought. And before he could protest the pair of hands pushed him into the washroom and cornered him by the sink. He couldnt  make out who it was because of the slushie in his eyes but he could faintly make out a mop of curly hair and a leather jacket. "Hey, Im Blaine Anderson."