Chapter 1: WHAM! All his emotions hit him at once, but he didn't care. He let all the sadness and anger flow through him as he stared down at the fresh and clean pages of his new book. The tears fell thick and heavy into his glasses as he felt the accusing eyes of his piers glaring ay him. What had he don't wrong? There were at least four other boys like him. What made him to different?

At that very moment, one of the four gentlemen came to comfort him. "I know it's hard, but it will get better." Blaine spoke in a whisper almost inaudible. He was very handsome with his dark brown hair and rich chocolate eyes that were almost always filled the most honest kindness and admiration.

"Don't you mean how can it get any worse?" Kurt asked harshly. He hadn't meant to sound so curt, but he couldn't help it. Today alone he was shoved into him locker, punched repeatedly in the gut, and called a fag so many times he lost count. "All I did was come out. Why do they have to be this terrible?"

His voice ached for an answer with good news hidden between the lines. Blaine seemed to sense this and tried to answer in a way he knew would make Kurt feel at least a little bit better. "I just think they weren't ready for it yet. To be honest with you, these thing happen a lot; you and I both know that."

Kurt knew that the words were true but he didn't want to believe them. Yes, he had read the stories, but never did he think that it would happen to him.

Their whispered conversation was interrupted by Kurofsky, who came over only to call them both homos and give them an appointment with the dumpster behind Kate Middleton.

As Kerensky left, a new stream of tears raced their way down Kurt's face as he lifted his chin. Blaine slipped something into his hand but Kurt was blinded by anger to see what it was just yet. Instead, he gathered himself up and walked out to his locker to pack up as the bell had just rung.

The thoughts that ran through Kurt's head as he angrily shoved his things into his bag were miserable. Why didn't he just kill himself to end it all was a frequently asked question always to be answered with the same statement- then there would be no more Blaine. They both liked each other, but being a gay couple at Kate Middleton, it was hard. Instead, they satisfied themselves with just being close friends, playing feeble games of baseball and littering Kurt's bedroom floor with playboy magazines that were always left untouched.

The magazines were probably unnecessary, but they were the only way to ensure that Kurt's dad wouldn't kick him out. But now that he has come out, it was only a matter of time before things at school spread to Mr. Arroyo and his dad find out. Then where would he go? Blaine's mom would surly let him stay with them, now that her husband was out of the picture.

Nancy Anderson had filled a divorce on her husband Bill when he lashed out at Blaine when he learned that he was gay. She seemed happier now that he was out of the house. That would sometimes leave Paton to lie on his bed and wonder if Bob beat Nancy too.

Kurt drove home in a fury of sadness and confusion. Why was it always him; Always the one to be neglected. Even at home his father never trusted him anymore. The kindness and love that used to look at him was replaced by a cold disappointment many years ago.

When he got home he ran into his bathroom, slammed the door shut with so much force the mirror shook, and slumped to the floor. When he finally collected himself, he raised himself off the floor to look at his face in the mirror at his pale face. He looked himself in the eyes. The pale blue eyes were blood-shot and puffy from crying. Normally his eyes were the only things on his face that he liked, but the wind and rain had forced his light blonde hair into intricate swirls and tangles that to Blain would have looked sexy.

That triggered the memory in Kurt's mind of Blaine putting something into his hand. Kurt reached into his pocket to pull out a slightly damp and crumpled piece of paper.

Meet me and the Lima Bean, we need to talk about something. Meet me there at 4:45

– Blaine.