A/N This is my first fanfiction, i'm really just writing this so I can practise my writing skills and see how well i can write Klaine. Feedback is very very welcome! :)

Blaine Anderson was standing outside the doorway of the large wooden school hut, sleepily trying to recite the events of the Goddess' revel in his head. He gave up quickly, not only because he was tired and hadn't had any caffeine yet but also because he knew it was useless, he already knew the information, he was just trying to dwell on something other than the massive bruise that covered his eye. He reached up to feel the tender flesh but winced when he came in contact with it. Although he and his father had similar body types, Blaine didn't have the aggressive disposition father possessed, making Blaine an easy target. Blaine kicked the dirt, trying to rile up some anger at his Father but all he managed to conjure up was a combination of crippling depression and regret at his lack of willpower.
"Anderson," a cocky voice shattered Blaine's thoughts and made him look up, despite the fact he knew exactly who had addressed him. To the left of him, stood Dave Karofsky. Although he was dressed in breeches and a cotton shirt just like Blaine was, there was no one more dissimilar to Blaine. Karofsky was tall, burly and pig-headed, one of Blaine's main tormenters. Karofsky did everything he could do to make Blaine's life a misery, tripping him, throwing verbal abuse and making him isolated from every other classmate, no one messed with Dave Karofsky especially for the sake of befriending the weird "new kid." Blaine was still called the new kid, despite the fact that he had been in the village of Karmae for almost two and a half years.
"I'm waiting," Karofsky growled, cracking his knuckles, staring at Blaine, a typical menacing glint in his eye.
"Oh right," Blaine muttered quickly and he scurried away to sit on a bench ten metres away from the school room door. He watched as Karofsky and his band of followers lent against the wall of the hut with a feeling of annoyance. Blaine always wanted to get into the class first, as to insure him a seat at the front of class room, well away from Karofsky and his crew who sat in the back; but Karofsky always made sure that Blaine made it into class later than him, as if to make sure that Blaine didn't steal his seat, this was unnecessary as no one with brains would take his seat, it would mean horrible, horrible consequences. Blaine's eyes wandered around the small court yard, taking in the sight of around 20 other people his age, all in groups and with friends, except Blaine. Blaine began to sink into his usual melancholic state when he heard the clacking of wooden clogs on the paved floor. He sighed internally as he look towards the sound, not surprised to see Ms Pillsbury the supposed "counsellor" of the school. Although well meaning, Ms Pillsbury was deeply religious like everyone else in the town and her advice lacked both common sense and conviction. It was well known that Ms Pillsbury had been single for her entire life and also well known that she was very insistent on hygiene, incessantly so and often Blaine wondered if perhaps there was something wrong with her before banishing the thought, reminding himself that ideas like that were disrespectful of the Goddess.
"Hello Blaine!" Ms Pillsbury chirped, smiling before gazing down at his face, a crease appearing between her eyes.
"Hey…" Blaine muttered mustering a smile, trying to ignore Ms Pillsbury's probing stare.
"Blaine," Ms Pillsbury began her tone slow. "Were you in a fight?"
Blaine was so surprised that he let out a snort. Ms Pillsbury frowned at him, tapping her foot impatiently.
"C'mon Ms, I'm about as violent as a tree trunk," Blaine joked half-heartedly, trying to distract her.
Ms Pillsbury smiled, nodding her head in a slightly condescending way and said "Then what happened?"
Blaine looked at her in a mix of disbelief and anguish. She stared back blankly, then… The tapping of her foot stopped.
"Oh Blaine," she murmured softly her hands fluttering at her sides.
Blaine sighed, chastising himself for thinking that Ms Pillsbury could help, not only was she naïve but she also gave horrible advice.
"The Goddess does not only exist in happiness Blaine, but also in pain and anguish. Use your trials to find solace and companionship in her. She may be otherworldly and we unworthy of her but she is always watching us," Ms Pillsbury spoke with conviction while clutching the necklace of the Goddess around her neck, making her seem to Blaine both irritation and pitiful.
Blaine stared back, unsure of how to respond to the completely irrelevant, so-called advice she was giving him. He opened his mouth, preparing to respond with something as equally irrelevant when the bell tolled, signalling the beginning of class.
He looked towards with Ms Pillsbury and instead of answering with words he decided to in a flash of inspiration simply touch the pendant around his neck; this was a sign of reverence and thanks. Ms Pillsbury smiled blissfully, obviously convinced that her message had helped him.
Blaine walked briskly towards the hut and was relieved to see that there was a spot in the front row still free. He sat down at his desk and stared numbly at the test in front of him. He heard the teacher say it was time to begin and he picked up his pencil, determined to concentrate solely on the history test.

After 20 minutes of working Blaine had completed the admittedly very easy test and was looking around at the rest of the class all frantically writing on their paper. He watched briefly as Karofsky glared at his test in obvious frustration and smirked to himself at Karofsky's stupidity. It was short lived though, Karofsky looked up and caught Blaine's eye and mouthed the words "I will get you," all the while wearing a threatening expression that told Blaine he wasn't joking. Blaine swallowed thickly and moved his to the front, mentally cursing himself. As he sat in the silent classroom, his mind wandered to his conversation with Ms Pillsbury. Although he had found it bemusing at the time, the thought of it made him feel sick. It was disturbing how easily Ms Pillsbury brushed off Blaine, a victim of abuse with an anecdote about the Goddess. It was also disturbing how frequently she used the same technique. Yes the whole village both feared and worshipped the Goddess to an insane degree (this was a private thought that would never share with anyone) but for Ms Pillsbury to apply nonsensical sermons to every situation was an unorthodox and ineffective way of dealing with adolescent problems. He stomach churned and his hands began to tremble, Blaine felt trapped and alone, completely alone. He couldn't remember the last time he had genuinely laughed or actually had a normal conversation with someone who didn't hate him or find him strange. All he wanted was- his thought was cut short by the clanging of the bell, he jumped and whirled his head side to side to see other students hurriedly handing up their tests and exiting, wanting to make the most of their lunch break with their friends. Lucky them, thought Blaine sourly, taking his time packing up. He wasn't going to hurry to get out and be beaten up by Karofsky.
Eventually Blaine had to leave the classroom; he scanned the courtyard for a place to sit and spotted a space underneath a large oak tree. He settled down, leaning against the trunk preparing him for a long and tedious lunch time. Blaine hadn't brought lunch; he had been in such a hurry to avoid his father that he had skipped both breakfast and preparing lunch. He closed his eyes, seeking some relief from reality. Reality caught up with him, only two minutes later when Karofsky made his way over, flanked by Azimio, a boy equally as horrible.
"Anderson," Karofsky's voice was dark, unlike his posture. Azimio and him were standing in front Blaine has if they were asking him questions in a calm and friendly manner. All part of the charade, Blaine thought, wincing as he saw Ms Pillsbury look over at him and smile at him as if to say "Look! I told you things would get better." As friendly as Karofsky looked, the words he was saying were certainly not.
"Look here Anderson; as soon as school ends i am coming to get you. I have had enough of your fuckery and I'm going to make sure that you learn your place" He growled, eyes wide, making Blaine inhale deeply, his throat closing up on him. "I swear on the Goddess," Karofsky touched the pendant that hung around his neck menacingly.
Blaine tried to say something, anything to make him look more in control of himself, but all that came out was a shaky exhale of breath. Azimio and Karofsky smirked and left, but not before patting him on the shoulder making Blaine stiffen in surprise in surprise and disgust. A look over at the teachers told Blaine what he needed to know, Ms Pillsbury was looking at the retreating boys with an expression of relief and happiness, obviously thinking that Blaine was making friends. Blaine felt queasy with fear and dread; there was no way he could continue like this.

Blaine's afternoon classes were filled with anxiety. He couldn't stop thinking about what Karofsky was going to do to him. He knew the Karofsky would drag the ordeal out, making sure Blaine suffered. It wasn't pain that Blaine feared; it was the humiliation and the feeling of not being worth anything. Karofsky always made sure Blaine felt as worse as possible, all the time. Blaine felt his stomach churn; he just wanted to get out of this place he didn't belong anywhere it seemed. Blaine watched the teacher drone on and on about mathematics while his head swam with thoughts of self-despair and fear.
As soon as the bell rang, Blaine quickly gathered up his stuff and raced out the door, he needed to get a big head start if he was thinking of avoiding Karofsky. Blaine couldn't go home, his Father was there and that was just as bad as running into Karofsky, Blaine needed to go somewhere safe, safe from Karofsky, safe from his Father and safe from the world. Blaine's head whirled with ideas on where to hide, desperately trying to think of somewhere. The class had begun to exit the classroom now and Blaine needed to leave, immediately. He began to run in a random direction, his bag flying out behind him. As he ran, dodging students as he went, he tried to formulate a plan but all he could think of was what Karofsky was going to do if he caught him. Blaine soon made it out of the school area and was out running on the paved streets of Karmae, panting he stopped and looked around. The street was filled with people, some selling wares from vendors carts and shouting their prices and others talking and laughing. Blaine, having no time to waste being bitter, continued looking around hoping for a place to pop out at him. Then a flash of inspiration struck, on the right side of the street was the entrance to the town's greenhouse. Nobody would find Blaine there and even if they went in, there were so many places to hide. Blaine was about to start running towards it when someone placed an arm on his shoulder from behind. He turned ready to attack, expecting to see Karofsky and Azimio but instead, Ms Pillsbury was there a contented smile on her face.
"Hello Blaine dear," she said happily, looking at him fondly.
"Erm, hello Ms Pillsbury," Blaine muttered looking sideways at the greenhouse, desperately trying to think of an excuse to get away.
"Ah, Blaine! Are you going to the green house?" she asked, looking hopeful for reasons Blaine couldn't fathom.
"I was thinking about it…" Blaine said trying to edge away from the topic.
"Well Blaine! I was just in there, I'm so glad you took my advice!" he beamed at him.
Blaine stared at her in confusion, wondering what "advice" she was talking about. Then he remembered, the greenhouse also doubled as a prayer garden and by advice she meant the strange words she had said earlier in the day.
"Um yeah, thanks for that," he threw what he hoped what was a charming smile at her and added, "I have to go though, don't want to be late!" And with that, he ran towards the green house, hoping that Ms Pillsbury didn't tell Azimio and Karofsky where he was.

As Blaine entered the greenhouse he immediately felt calmer, the leafy ferns and the still blue pond made him feel a little more at ease and more safe somehow. He gazed up at the ceiling and the honeysuckle that grew there, twisting among metal spirals.
His musing was interrupted by the sound of Azimio's voice from outside saying; "Yeah we're just looking for him, have you seen him Ms Pillsbury?"
Damn, Blaine thought, he needed to hide before they came in here. He hurried over to the edge of the greenhouse where a massive tree stood, its branches dripping with green leaves and vines. Mentally congratulating himself for wearing his boots, Blaine hooked his foot on an indent in the tree and began to climb. Despite his small stature, he was strong and he quickly made it up to the top where he was completely concealed behind a mass of green. Blaine sucked in a breath as heard two sets of footsteps enter the greenhouse.
"You reckon he's in here?" Blaine heard Azimio growl.
"I don't know, Anderson is such a wuss he probably would hide out among the flowers," Karofsky's mocking voice rang out through the enclosure.
"Well can you see him?" Azimio asked and Blaine heard them move throughout the area. He held his breath nervously.
"Nah," Karofsky said. Blaine held himself very still. "I don't think he's in here."
Blaine felt his body relax and he let out a silent breath of relief, he waited for the sound of their retreating footsteps but as they walked out, Karofsky said to Azimio:
"Man I almost hate Anderson as much as I hate that Hummel Kid,"
Azimio laughed, the sound of their voices getting quieter and quitter until Blaine couldn't hear them anymore.
Hummel, why did that name sound familiar to Blaine? He wracked his brains trying to remember. No one at school had the last name Hummel did they? But, Blaine remembered somebody did or at least they used to.

Oh.