Hi! So this is a story I've been working on that was originally supposed to be a 'verse, but my brother gave me the idea to have it told in flashbacks. Basically, every story is a flashback Blaine is having, and it will end when we get up to the present, and then the epilogue. Blaine and Kurt meet in Laryngitis. Kurt has been pretending to be straight his whole life for his dad. Blaine and Kurt are the same age. And yeah, that's all you need to know. Most will be short, I'm sorry :( Happy reading! Tell me if I should continue, I have a lot written out already :)

"No." Blaine says firmly from under the covers. "I'm not getting up. I'm not going to school. I should just stay here and die too."
"Blaine! Don't you dare talk like that! You have to go to school! It's been a week!" His mother says.
"I don't care."
Ever since he found out about Kurt, Blaine has been in bed, only getting up to eat or use the bathroom. He looks like a zombie, a shell of himself.
"Come on, please? For me?" His mother pleads. Blaine pulls the covers off his head and his mom resists the urge to gasp. Blaine's hair is knotted and messy and look like it hasn't been brushed or washed for weeks. His eyes are bloodshot, red and puffy. His entire face is red.
"Don't you get it, Mom? Kurt's dead. Dead! I'm a failure. I failed to keep the love of my life alive. We were going to get married, Mom. I was going to propose at graduation."
"A graduation that you won't be able to be in if you don't go to school."
"I don't give a fuck." Blaine snaps angrily. "Leave me alone and let me wallow in misery in peace."
"Blaine." His mother warns.
"Leave. Me. Alone!" He screams.
"That's it, Blaine. You will get dressed and go to school or else." She threatens. They both know the or else means that she'll get Blaine's dad- which is never a good thing.
Blaine, sulking, gets up and gets dressed. He glares at himself in the mirror.
"You should have known. You were his boyfriend. You should have saved him."
Where did this all begin? It all started two years ago, when a young boy of sixteen fell off a bike...

Kurt's bike was sometimes his only escape, when music wasn't enough, when nothing could make him feel better, he would hop on his bike and just ride, blaring music min his ears and ignoring the glares of people he passed. Today, though, he was angry. He had been pretending for so long, to be this perfect, straight son, when in reality, he loved to shop, he hated football, he loved hanging out with girls, and would rather take stolen glances at the guys than be friends with them.

Yes, Kurt was gay, and he hated it. He hated having to pretend to be someone else to please his family. He hated having girlfriends and wearing ugly flannels and listening to Mellencamp and playing football. It wasn't fair! There was nothing he could do about this- nothing! That's what he hated the most- having no control. He hated it more than pretending, more than Finn Hudson, more than feeling his girlfriend's tongue in his mouth. He shuddered even thinking of his girlfriend.

I am so done with this, he thinks, pushing harder on his pedals. Suddenly the bike spins out of control and he finds himself on the ground next to a large rock, his bike laying on his leg.

"Ouch." He mutters. He tries to stand up, but feeling light headed, succeeds in only falling right back down.

"That looked like a nasty fall. You alright?" He hears. Looking up, he sees a short boy with curly black hair, tanned skin and an inviting, warm, infectious smile that makes Kurt's heart beat faster.

"Yeah, I'm fine."

"Then why are you crying?" Kurt puts his hand to his face, and sure enough, he's crying. Great, he thinks, Just what I need. Damn tears, they don't solve anything.

"Um, there was just... wind when I was riding so quickly. My eyes started tearing." He lies. The boy looks unconvinced, but smiles again and says, "Oh. You need a hand?"

"Yeah, that would be great. Thank you." Though he's still a bit dizzy, Kurt's able to stand this time. "Oh, I forgot to ask you- what's your name?" The boy laughs. Kurt thinks it's the most wonderful sound in the world.

"My name's Blaine."

"Kurt."

"Look, I know this may be a bit weird- but I can tell something's wrong. Are you sure you're alright?" Kurt is awed by the fact that this stranger actually cares about him- that's more than he could say for his own brother. Against his will Kurt feels his lip quiver and his eyes fill with tears.

"No." He whispers.

"C'mon." The boy- Blaine, Kurt reminds himself, says. "Let's go get coffee."