Hi guys. So I actually have an idea of where this story is gonna go, which is really new for me. I probably won't update a lot, I just need to me like "YEAH LETS WRITE" other wise I just can't write. And unfortunately that doesn't happen often. So sorry. But I will always be thinking about what will happen next. :D.

Disclaimer: Yes, I own Glee. (One day I'll be able to say that and it won't be a lie. Then the show will be 70% Klaine, 19% Warblers, 10% other couples excpet Wemma and Finchel, who will have 1% between them. YEYYYY So yeah, I don't own Glee, I'm just a fan...)

Blaine Anderson is perfect. He has a perfect smile, with straight, white teeth, he is funny, good looking and when he doesn't have all that gel in his hair it looked really nice. To Kurt Hummel, Blaine Anderson is the most perfect person on the planet. There was one thing about Blaine that Kurt didn't like. Blaine was a jock, which meant that Kurt was nothing more than someone for his friends to slushie when they got bored. Kurt had noticed that Blaine was not usually the one to do the actual slushing. In fact, Kurt had noticed that Blaine was not usually present whenever he got slushied. He would always run off with some excuse whenever they came near Kurt. Which was exactly what had happened today.

"Hey guys, look, its Homo Hummel." Kurt heard Dave Karofsky's voice from down the hallways, and paused before turning around. Right on cue, he heard Blaine's voice.

"Uh, guys, I think I've left my books in history class, I'll catch up with you, okay?" Blaine said, turning his body and gesturing the direction he was going to go in.

"Okay dude, we'll be here." Karofsky said with a smirk. "Hey Hummel. Look what we brought you!"

Blaine returned a minute later to see Kurt stood still, his eyes closed tight. Blaine took the damp paper towel he had brought with him from the restrooms and brought it up to Kurt's face gently cleaning off the slushie. Kurt slowly opened his eyes and looked at Blaine. He jumped back a few steps when he saw Blaine looking up at him. Blaine stared back, his eyes full regret, and something else, another deep emotion, before turning away and walking off after his friends without a word, wishing he had the courage to do more.

The rest of the day passed without a single interesting thing happening, and when Kurt walked into Glee club at the end of the day, he felt tired and couldn't wait to get home. He sat in a seat near the back and tried to ignore Mr Schuester as he went on about his excitement for Regionals and how he had many ideas about which song they could do.

In the lockers at the other side of the school, Blaine was feeling similarly bored. He didn't want to listen to Coach Beiste talk about the strengths and weaknesses of the next team they were playing, he just wanted to play football.

"Hey Kurt, were you wearing that shirt this morning?" He heard Mercedes' voice interrupting his thoughts.

"Um, no. But I don't think Karofsky liked the other one very much, he decided to cover it with a slushie. Although he does that to all my shirts so…" Kurt answered her with a shrug.

"Oh, Kurt, I wish they would just leave you alone. All of them, they're all awful people"

"Okay, so that's why we can beat James High. So, go warm up, NOW!" Beiste's voice echoed through the lockers, and immediately the team stood and walked out onto the pitch.

"Did you see Hummel's face after we got him this morning! Priceless! I can't believe you missed it, Anderson." Blaine just nodded, not listening to what was being said. "It was brilliant. We'll just have to wait till next time, won't we!" Blaine still didn't say anything, he was worried that he would say something he'd regret.

"They're not all bad. I mean, Blaine is okay.." Kurt said quietly. Mercedes looked at him like he had lost his mind.

"What do you mean! He never stops it, does he. He's just as bad as the others, Kurt!"

"You still haven't had a go of actually hitting the freak, you can do it next time." Karofsky said it like it was the best thing anyone could ever hear.

"But what if I don't want to?" Blaine said suddenly, startling the other jocks.

"Why wouldn't you want to, unless you're just like the little fag.." Karofsky said, cracking his knuckles menacingly

"No, he's not."

"No, I'm not.

"You don't even know him, none of us do!" Blaine and Kurt shouted the same words at the same time, and immediately felt something change. Falling without moving. Screaming yet remaining silent. Stretching without changing shape. And then everything was still.

"Blaine? Blaine, honey, please wake up. It's me, it's mom." He heard the words, but they only confused him further.

He slowly opened his eyes and saw the blurry shapes of someone he didn't recognise. "Oh thank god. Blaine, are you okay? You collapsed during practice, can you hear me?"

"Kurt, buddy? Wake up, please don't do this to me." Opening his eyes slowly, he saw the shape of a burly man, but he couldn't tell who it was. "Kurt, can you see me? You passed out during Glee Club, probably from the heat. We're still waiting for the results to come back. Are you okay bud. You look confused, and that's okay. You're in the hospital, but you're gonna be okay, I promise."

Blaine? Why was this woman calling him Blaine. She wasn't his mother. His mother died years ago. She was either a liar, or he was dreaming. He would've thought the latter, but it didn't feel like a dream. His vision finally came into focus, and the woman he saw before him was definitely not his mother. Her hair was too dark and curly, and her eyes were hazel, nothing like his mother's crystal blue ones.

"Oh, Blaine, we were so worried. It's okay, you're safe, you can go home after a few tests."

"I'm not… What's happening? My voice!" Kurt shrieked. Instead of hearing his usual high tone, he heard a much lower voice which was definitely not his own. It sounded familiar, like one Blaine Anderson's voice.

"Dad? What are you…" Blaine stopped his sentence and coughed roughly. His voice was much higher than usual, it didn't sound a thing like his own. He tried again. "What are you?" It was still the same. It sounded familiar, but it took a second to recognise where he had heard it before. Then he realised, he sounded just like Kurt Hummel.