Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or any of its characters.

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The first day of Blaine's Junior year hadn't started off too badly. Sure, it was only lunch but he had kept his head low, no one really noticed him, no big deal. The only place he stood out in was Calculus, but that's because he was the only Junior in the class. But other than that, he was invisible and he intended to stay that way.

It was better than last year, but hell was easily better than last year.

Last year he came out of the closet. Started wearing his bowties and joined the glee club.

Last year he started getting pushed into lockers, shoved down stair cases, getting slushies thrown on his brand new bowties.

Yeah, invisible was better.

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With his head held high, Kurt Hummel-Hudson strutted down the hallway, leather shoulder bag held close, and Cheerio uniform bright and noticeable.

He wore that uniform the way most models wore Marc Jacobs or Alexander McQueen. It was a symbol of status and power. And Kurt Hummel owned those hallways.

No one would dare lay a finger on Kurt, he was a Cheerio, and not just any Cheerio, he was Cheer Captain. And therefore dangerous. One wrong step, look, or word in his direction could end you up with a face full of an angry Sue Sylvester. And no one wanted that.

It had been his wisest decision by far, Kurt thought to himself sending a slight glare in some hockey player's direction, to join the Cheerios. He could be himself and no one would hurt him. Unlike that poor…oh what as his name…Anderson kid. Yeah, joining the Cheerios was a good move. It gave him protection, status, power, and freedom.

And being able to be out of the closet and not get the shit beat out of him? That was an added bonus.

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It turns out that being invisible is exhausting. By the end of the day Blaine was ready to keel over. All he wanted was to curl up in a ball and sleep.

But he wasn't bruised. There weren't cuts on his back and shoulders from the edge of a locker door. He didn't have a wet, sticky, slushy covered shirt in his backpack, and his hair was still gelled down in the way he knew would be harder to grab on to.

He was okay.

He was tired but invisible. He could deal with tired.

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The one thing Kurt hated about Cheerios rehearsals were how incredibly exhausting they were. As he drove home he could feel the soreness start to set in around his thighs. Coach had him doing some crazy flies. He was the only male flier on the squad so in her mind he should be able to do anything and everything…all while singing. In French. Or literally defy gravity, while singing "Defying Gravity" in its proper key and hit the high "F". Whatever it took to win.

Kurt knew he was being used, but the protection he got was worth more to him than that small shred of dignity. He was hot and on top of the food chain, dignity could be recovered and over looked if necessary.

He carried his things into his house, said a quick hello to his father and went to his room. He dropped his school work onto the floor and fell into his bed. He spared a glance to the small pile on the floor.

It was mainly all syllabi to be signed, but as a Senior he was taking calculus, and Mr. Kendrick had assigned actual homework.

His calculus could wait.

AN: Hi guys! My name's Molly and I'm your author for this fic. I have the next two chapters written, so let me know if you guys want more!

TTFN,

Molly