A/N: New idea, tell me what you think! I would like your opinion! Thanks to Jackie, my beta! : ) This will probably be 7-8 chapters long, depending if you guise, (YES, YOU GUISE!) want more! I'm so excited about this one! Read on!
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Chapter 1- How It All Started
Kurt Hummel walked through the halls of McKinley high, books clutched to his chest, eyes narrowed to the floor. Every day was the same. Every morning he was shoved into the hard, metal lockers, which led to him coming home with big, disgusting bruises on his back and ribs. But, every day still, he took the pain, the humiliation, and the bullying, because knowing he's going through it all, lets him know that at least he's still alive. At this point, the only thing getting him through the long, dreadful days of his senior year, is a boy named Blaine Anderson.
Ah, yes. Blaine Anderson. He was in the same U.S. History and P.E. class as Kurt, as well as Glee club. But, Kurt's favorite class that they share, was by far, you guessed it, P.E. The sexy olive-skinned, dark curly haired boy (except in Glee club, he usually has it gelled, why? Kurt never knew!) in tight shorts (hugging his round, perky ass, DROOL) and always sweating, was indeed the highlight of Kurt's entire week. And his muscles (clearly defined) in those black tank tops was such a wonderful sight to ogle from afar while playing Dodgeball or Basketball. Kurt often found himself staring into his amber honey orbs. Kurt loved to hear him sing solos in Glee club. He wished that one day, maybe, just maybe, they could sing a duet together.
I mean, sure, yes, on occasion, Blaine greets Kurt with a friendly wave or hello, but Kurt wishes he would actually have a casual conversation with him. More than just, "Hello, how are you?" He wishes to just talk to him more.
Kurt opened his locker, and stuffed his books inside. He grabbed his spiral notebook and U.S. History book before he slammed it shut and started walking to class.
"Hey homo! Watch where you're walking!" Dave Karofsky shoved Kurt when he accidently bumped into him.
Dave was the number one reason for about 75 percent of Kurt's bruises right now. He harassed him more than anyone else.
Kurt looked at the threatening jock, eyes full of fear. "S-Sorry.." And ae shuffled away, not looking back. By the time he arrived at his U.S. History class, he realized he forgot something in his locker. He grimaced and ran quickly back to his locker, trying not to be late. In a desperate attempt to rush, he opened his locker and a folded piece of paper fluttered to the floor. Curious, Kurt picked it up, looking around warily, and unfolded it slowly. It read:
''I see the way you look at me with those piercing ocean blues… I could get lost in them forever……. And I always do….....''
Love, your secret admirer
Kurt blinked.
He was flabbergasted. What?!...
He looked around the hall. It appeared empty.
Who wrote this?
At the other end of the hall, where Kurt couldn't see, the secret admirer hid behind their locker, smiling adoringly at the porcelain boy.
