A/N: Inspired by a dream I had. I have two more chapters ready to go. I always had a hard time shipping anyone else with Blaine besides Kurt but I'm starting to adventure out. Will continue based on reviews =]

Blaine was sweating as he packed up his boxing gloves and shoved them into his gym bag. He decided to wait and take a shower in the comfort of his own home. He swung his gym bag over his shoulder and headed out towards his car. Thank god for boxing. It was such a stress reliever. He made a mental note to thank his parents later for enrolling him when he was 12 years old as a way to deal with anger and aggression. It was better to take his anger and feelings out on a big heavy sandbag rather than hurting himself or anyone else. And he definitely needed all the anger management he could muster right now.

It had been close to 2 weeks since Kurt admitted to him that it wasn't only texting to Chandler, but they actually fooled around on two separate occasions. Blaine broke up with him on the spot. He wasn't the type to let people walk all over him. As much as it hurt Blaine to break up with his first love, he wasn't going to put up with cheating. The worst part was how Kurt had been apologizing for the past two weeks. Crying, begging for Blaine to go back to him. It took all Blaine's willpower to stand his ground.

He tossed his gym bag in the back of his car, started the engine, and began the short drive home. Unfortunately, he had to drive by Kurt's house in order to get to his own. As he made a left turn onto Whitman Ave, he winced as he quickly zoomed past his ex's home. He couldn't help but notice Kurt's car in the driveway. He hoped he didn't catch him driving by to think he did it intentionally.

A couple turns, a roundable and four stop signs until he pulled into his driveway. He turned off the ignition, reached behind him for his bag and exited the vehicle. He slowly walked up the driveway toward his front door. As he opened it and went inside, both of his parents were sitting in their foyer reading the newspaper.

"Blaine! Darling, how was your training session?" His mother lit up as he walked into the house.

"Fine." Blaine said coldly as he headed straight up the stairs.

"Thanks for mowing the lawn earlier like I asked you to!" Called his father happily.

Blaine only rolled his eyes. It's funny how much his parent's attitude changed the moment they got wind of the sudden break up. All of the sudden they took interest in his life again; asking about school and his future. He knew neither of them approved of his sexuality. They tolerated Kurt, but deep down thought Kurt was influencing their youngest son.

Blaine walked through his bedroom door and tossed his gym bag in the corner. Still sweaty from his boxing session, he took off his wife beater tank top, headed to his on-suite bathroom and turned on the water for a shower. While the water was warming up, he decided to check his Facebook quickly. He flipped open his laptop to find his Facebook newsfeed. Of course the first thing he noticed was Kurt's status:

KurtHummel - Now you're just somebody that I used to know /3 :'( :'(

"Fuck off Kurt." Blaine hissed under his breath and he 'liked' the status sarcastically. Just as he was about to slam his laptop down in a fit of rage, he heard the 'ping' of a new chat. He almost ignored it, assuming it was Kurt, but he was quite surprised (and relieved) when he saw it was Quinn.

QuinnFabray- Hey Blaine..

BlaineAnderson - whats up fabray?

QuinnFabray - Was just wondering what you were up today?

BlaineAnderson - just got back from the gym, about to hop in the shower

QuinnFabray - Well, if you aren't doing anything after, would you mind helping me study for my chemistry exam?

BlaineAnderson - i can definitely do that. did u wanna come over or something?

QuinnFabray - Sure. Say 20mins?

BlaineAnderson - ill be here

Blaine closed his computer, suddenly in a much better mood. He and Quinn have become much closer lately. In fact, he has become much closer with Puckerman, Santana and Sam since he left Kurt. It had become weird hanging out with Finn and Rachel. Theywere always on Kurt's side, trying to make Blaine feel bad for taking him back even though it was Kurt who was in the wrong.

Blaine walked into the bathroom, stripped out of his sweatpants and carefully stepped into the steamy shower. He turned his face into the hot water as he ran his hands through his hair. He rinsed himself off completely after using his Axe bodywash. As he stood in the shower, allowing the water to run over his body, his mind began to drift. He found himself excited that Quinn was on her way over. He needed a distraction from his anger towards Kurt. He and Quinn always seemed to have fun no matter what they were doing. There was something about that girl. Something about her that made him feel good while they were together.

He turned off his shower, grabbed the closest towel and dried off. He carefully stepped out and wrapped the towel around his waist. He went back into his bedroom and quickly started to tidy up; tossing clothes into a hamper, and shoving everything else that was scattered on the floor into his closet. He picked out a fresh pair of boxers and jeans out of his dresser and slid them on. He threw the towel around his neck as he searched for a t-shirt, but before he found one there was a knock on his bedroom door.

"Blaine, honey? There's a 'Quinn' here to see you!" His mother chimed from the other side.

He skipped to the door, and opened it slowly to find his mother standing beside Quinn.

"Oh hey, Fabray. Come on in.." He said as he opened the door fully. She smiled sweetly, accepted his invitation and walked into his bedroom.

"Thanks mum.." He said quietly.

"She's really really pretty Blaine!" She exclaimed just above a whisper. He could only scoff at his mother's ignorance and closed the door. He truly resented his parents for never being able to accept who he was.

"Sorry Q, let me just find a shirt quickly." Blaine mentioned before scanning his dresser drawers for something suitable.

"Whatever you say, Curls.." Quinn said cheekily.

Blaine glared at her over his shoulder. "Yeah yeah.. get your punches in now."

She giggled slightly. "Nah, I'm teasing." She sat on the edge of his bed. "To be honest I kind of like this look on you."

"Really? I've always hated my hair. It's uncontrollable no matter how much product I use and-"

"Actually Blaine," She cut him off. "I was talking about this whole towel and jean ensemble you're rockin' right now."

Blaine didn't know what to say to that. He could only smile sheepishly before pulling a polo shirt over his head. "Hehh..yeah." He walked over, crawled onto his bed and sat cross legged facing her. "So chemistry eh? Where did you want to begin?" He added while scanning the area for her textbook.

"Actually, I never really had the intention of studying..."