Blaine sat with his face blank and expressionless as his dad screeched at him for something stupid once again. He didn't cry out when his dad yanked him up from the chair and hit him hard enough that his head snapped to the side and his lip, which he'd been worrying with his teeth, was bitten hard enough that the metallic tang of blood filled his mouth. His dad shoved him toward the stairs and he went up to his room, immediately tending to his bitten through lip and the bruise already forming on his cheek. He rinsed his mouth with Scope to get rid of the coppery taste. When he was finished, he changed into his ratty old Ohio State pajamas and curled up in bed, closing his eyes and hoping sleep would come easier than it normally did.

*~*~*

Blaine closed his eyes as he hit the lockers again, feeling one-or her thought it was one, it may have been more-cuts reopen, heat seeping into the many layers of bandages on his arm. He heard guffaws and snickers as he regained his equilibrium and went to the boys' bathroom, pulling the bandages off and replacing them with others he had in his backpack. He quickly taped the end of the bandage down and pulled his sleeve back down just as someone walked into the bathroom, before he had a chance to dispose of the bloody bandages.

"Oh my god..." Kurt gasped, horrified.

"I-it's not what it looks like," Blaine said brilliantly, eyes wide and frightened.

"Then what is this?!" Kurt said, stalking over to him. He grabbed the bloody bandages and held them up to Blaine, eyes full of anger and pain, emotions that were completely unjustified because Kurt didn't even really know Blaine anyway!

"None of your business!" Blaine snarled, snatching the soiled cloths from the other boy and throwing them in the trash, picking up his backpack. "I wouldn't have even started bleeding if he hadn't pushed me into the damned lockers!"

"Who did?" Kurt asked, infuriated.

"It doesn't matter! It's not like you can do anything, mister ‘I'm a delicate little fairy boy!' He's twice your size! I don't want you to get hurt too!" Blaine shouted before shoving past Kurt and leaving the bathroom, leaving Kurt standing there, tears of shock and hurt running down his cheeks.

*~*~*

Blaine sat as far from Kurt as possible that day, not looking at anyone. Kurt ignored Blaine fully, instead having an overly animated conversation with Tina, a pretty Asian girl with an incredible voice and even more incredible personality.

"Alright, guys, let's have a hand for our first duet, Kurt and Blaine!" Mr. Shue said, his voice overly cheerful. Blaine held in a groan, getting up and walking to the front with Kurt. The band started playing the song they'd chosen

"So much for my happy ending.

So much for my happy ending."

The two sang together in perfect harmony, standing several feet away from each other and refusing to look at each other, hardly acknowledging each other's presence.

"Let's talk this over,

It's not like we're dead.

Was it something I did?

Was it something you said?"

Blaine sang alone, his voice filling the room, unwavering and filled with emotions that couldn't be named.

"Don't leave me hanging,

In a city so dead.

Held up so high,

On such a breakable thread."

Kurt echoed the last two words softly, just as they'd practiced, then took over. He glanced at the curly haired boy from the corner of his eyes, feeling a pang of guilt and sorrow.

"You were all the things I thought I knew,

And I thought we could be..."

Their voices lifted, complementing each other's perfectly in the chorus.

"You were everything, everything that I wanted.

We were meant to be, supposed to be, but we lost it.

All of our memories so close to me just fade away.

All this time you were pretending.

So much for my happy ending.

So much for my happy ending."

Now it was Kurt's turn to sing a verse, his countertenor voice soaring. He infused every ounce of the hurt and shock he'd felt when Blaine had called him a fairy earlier that day, using it to his advantage as he so often did.

"You've got your dumb friends,

I know what they say.

They tell you I'm difficult,

But so are they.

But they don't know me,

Do they even know you?

All the things you hide from me,

All the shit that you do?"

Blaine sang now, twisting each word into blades that dug into each and every person in the room, scarring them, showing them how much he really felt, even though he kept his bad ass shield up as much as possible.

"You were all the things I thought I knew,

And I thought we could be..."

The two voices blended once more, filling the room and growing, swelling, throbbing with emotion.

"You were everything, everything that I wanted.

We were meant to be, supposed to be but we lost it.

All of our memories so close to me just fade away.

All this time you were pretending,

So much for my happy ending."

They finally turned to face each other, Blaine ignoring the prickle of tears in his eyes and singing through the lump in his throat when he saw the tortured look in Kurt's eyes. They may as well have shouted the lyrics at each other for how angry and hurt and shocked they both sounded.

"It's nice to know that you were there.

Thanks for acting like you cared,

And making me feel like I was the only one.

It's nice to know we had it all.

Thanks for watching as I fall,

And letting me know we were done!"

Their voices quieted, got gentler, hushed tones and soft words sung like a lullaby to a tired newborn.

"He was everything, everything that I wanted.

We were meant to be, supposed to be but we lost it.

All of the memories so close to me just fade away.

All this time you were pretending,

So much for my happy ending."

Their voices rose again as they turned away from each other, unable to stand seeing the pain in each other's eyes any longer.

"You were everything, everything that I wanted.

We were meant to be, supposed to be but we lost it.

All of the memories so close to me just fade away.

All this time you were pretending,

So much for my happy ending.

So much for my happy ending.

So much for my happy ending."

The Glee club applauded them as they went and sat down in their seats again, Blaine curling into himself a little bit. He wrapped his arms around his torso, his eyes burning. As soon as Mr. Shue dismissed them, he fled the room, unable to stop the tears that had started flowing down his cheeks.