A/N: Hello there! This is my new multi chapter fic! It's a Klaine story based around the film 'A Walk to Remember.' I say the film because there is quite a different between the film and the novel (written by Nicholas Sparks) and I found the film a lot easier to use because it's more modern. Thought I'd just clear that up just in case someone starts saying that it's a book and stuff. Just so you know, I'm not following the story exactly, there will be certain aspects that I have changed and I have added new things to work with the characters but otherwise the story follows the same direction as the film. I've wanted to do this for a while now and I hope you guys enjoy this!

This title of this fanfiction is from Switchfoot's song 'Learning to Breath' which features in the movie. I'll be using some of the songs which are heard in the film in this story.

I hope you enjoy the first chapter!

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee or A Walk to Remember; those rights belong to Mr Ryan Murphy himself and Nicholas Sparks.

Blaine Anderson was a senior. A senior! He's been waiting for this day since he first started high school, and now it was here; it was his first day of his senior year. To say Blaine was happy about this was understatement. He was ecstatic. You see, however Blaine may look to the rest of William McKinley High School, he wasn't all that he seemed. No one knew the whole story. To everyone else he was just the popular kid, but all of that was an act.

Blaine started McKinley back when he was a sophomore after a pretty unsuccessful freshman year at his first high school in Westerville. No one knew the real reason for his transfer, they all thought it was because of his parents' divorce, well, at least that's what he told everyone. His dad left him and his Mom when he was 14 for another woman. It had hit his Mom hard and she couldn't bear being in the house anymore, hence, the reason he was now in Lima. The real reason for his transfer was not something he was happy sharing, let alone reliving.

But that wasn't the only secret he was keeping. The events at his previous school had traumatised him so much that he couldn't bear going through it again. He was gay. He liked boys. However, to everyone else, he was straight. Blaine and his mother decided before his first day at McKinley that they didn't want to go through everything they had prior to moving to Lima. He'd hated being bullied for who he was. So, ever since his first day he'd played it straight. Hell, he'd even had a girlfriend in his junior year. He'd briefly dated Quinn Fabray but it didn't last long at all; she was too… clingy.

So, here he was; Blaine Anderson was walking down the corridor's a senior. Clad in a black leather jacket hanging lose around his frame and dark jeans which complimented his hips. His curls unleashed upon his head, bobbing slightly as he walked. He wore a relaxed smile upon his face as he acknowledged students around him.

"Hey, Anderson!"

Blaine's eyes searched for the caller of his name and were faced with the sight of letterman jackets by the gleaming red lockers. Noah Puckerman was grinning, beckoning with his hand for Blaine to come over. Blaine obliged and was met with numerous shoulder claps as he reached Puck and his friends.

"Hey, Blaine! Good summer?"

"Yeah, it was great, Mike. Yours?"

Mike Chang was his best friend. Blaine met him on his second day of starting McKinley and they just clicked. Mike helped him get to know the school and introduced him to his friends who are stood before him now. To be honest, Mike was the only guy out of the group the Blaine really liked; he didn't particularly have much in common with the others apart from their shared love of football. But with Mike it was different; he liked dancing for starters, but Blaine was the only one who knew about this passion because he didn't feel comfortable sharing it with others. Plus, Mike was the only one he had told about his love for singing. Blaine didn't think the rest of the guys would understand his passion for performing; he's seen firsthand how they treat the members of the Glee Club.

"It was good," Mike replied, smiling over at his friend.

"So, Anderson. It's a new year – senior year to be exact – how's about you replace that leather jacket of yours for a letterman one and join the football team?" Puck asked, yet again. He asked him the same question at the beginning of every year.

"For the last time, Puck, the answers no." Even though Blaine continued to decline, he really wanted to join the team. He loved football, but he loved his Mom more. You see, after everything that happened back in Westerville, his Mom is constantly paranoid that something similar will happen again and he will get hurt. He'd talked to her about joining and she immediately said no. Blaine didn't have to ask why, he already knew. He wanted to keep his Mom happy and if not joining the football team did, then he wouldn't.

"Worth a try," Puck sighed, slumping against the lockers.

"Hey, guys," David Karofsky began, leaning in closer to the others. "Have you heard the news?"

"What news?" Puck queried, his curiosity growing as Blaine's was sinking; he couldn't care less about what Karofsky was about to say.

"There's a new kid."

Oh, here we go, Blaine thought, another poor innocent kid about to be 'welcomed' to McKinley.

"There's fresh meat? Sweet! What a way to kick start senior year!" Puck exclaimed.

"Oi! Mohawk!" a female voice shouted, though it was recognisable to everyone.

"Why, if it isn't Santana Lopez," Puck smirked over at the girls dressed in Cheerio uniforms approaching.

Santana Lopez, Brittany Pierce and Quinn Fabray, or the 'Unholy Trinity' as they call themselves, sauntered down the corridor towards them, swaying their hips and taking purposeful strides.

Blaine decided to not even acknowledge the girls; he really couldn't be doing with another year with them, or with his friends even. He glanced over slightly at them as they stopped a few feet away from him and instantly regretted it. His eyes met Quinn's and he almost cringed at the longing look present in them. He sighed deeply before turning his attention to his locker. He was sick of Quinn, he really was. Ever since he'd broke things off with her near the end of junior year, she's consistently pined over him and it was pissing him off. Blaine knew that she never loved him, it was painfully obvious, she just wanted him so they could be that 'it' couple which everyone supposedly looked up to. He couldn't give a damn about his popularity, he really couldn't. If it was up to him, he'd be out and proud, walking down the corridors with his head help high, fully accepting his sexuality like Kurt.

Kurt. There was that name again. Blaine would be lying if he said he didn't feel himself being slightly attracted to one Kurt Hummel. He doesn't know what it is about Kurt that makes himself drawn to him; his hair, maybe. Or his eyes. God, those eyes.

"What do you say, Anderson?" Puck asked, pulling Blaine from his thoughts of the pale boy.

"Huh?"

"We're going to go welcome this Evan's guy." Puck replied with a sly smile, emphasising the 'welcome'.

"Who?"

"God, we're you even listening?" No, Blaine thought, I was too busy thinking about Kurt. "The new kid: Sam Evans."

"Oh… Right."

"Are you in or what?"

"Sure…" Blaine mumbled.

"Alright! Let's go!" Karofsky proclaimed and was met with an appreciative 'whoop!' from Puck as they started down the corridor followed by the girls.

"Are you coming or what?!" Puck shouted back at Blaine, who was still stood in front of his locker.

"Oh, yeah. Coming." He sighed dejectedly as his gently shut his locker and followed his friends down the hall. His incredibly good mood at the start of the day had disappeared completely. He hated the 'traditions' he was obliged to do just because he was in the popular group. He hated doing it because he knows what it's like. He left Westerville to get away from the bullying and start a fresh, but instead he'd become the bully and he hated himself for it.

"There he is," Santana pointed out. Blaine looked over at the blonde boy stood in front of his locker. Poor kid, he thought. He looked nice. But his hair… No way was that natural. And he had a heck of a pair of lips on him.

"Hey, new kid. The name's Puck, member of McKinley's welcoming committee." Puck grinned, casually leaning against the lockers.

"Um… Hi. My name's Sam," he replied nervously, looking at the group with wary eyes.

"Oh, we know."

"Oh… Okay. Well, it's nice to meet you. They never said anything about a welcoming committee." That's because there isn't one, Blaine replied mentally.

"They didn't? How rude of them. Well, we are, in fact, the welcoming committee and we are here to welcome you to McKinley," Puck replied, his voice dripping with innocence.

Please don't fall for it, please don't fall for it, Blaine repeated over and over, hoping in some way Sam would be able to read his mind.

"Oh, okay. I'm, um… Thanks for the offer, but I'm okay." Sam said, closing his locker, schedule in hand. That's it, just walk away.

"Oh, are you sure?" Karofsky asked, moving forward slightly.

"Yes, I'm sure." Sam went to walk away but Puck stretched his arm out in front of him, smirking.

"What's your first period?"

"Um… American History with Mr Williamson," Sam stated, glancing down at his schedule.

"Awesome, same as me. I know a shortcut." Puck wrapped his arm around Sam's shoulders, virtually forcing him forward.

"Okay…" Sam said uncertainly, reluctantly walking down the corridor.

Blaine trudged behind them, desperately wanting to grab Sam and run away.

"Wait, why are we going outside?"

"I said I knew a shortcut, didn't I?" Puck replied, dragging him through the doors and out into the parking lot. "Now, if we just go around here…" he said, steering blonde around the corner to their destination: the dumpsters. "And… Here we are."

They came to a halt, Sam's eyes growing wide. "This isn't… American History…" Sam visibly gulped.

"No, you're right, it isn't. This is your welcoming." Puck stated, triggering a chorus of laughter from the rest of the group, aside Blaine, who just stood there, barely taking notice to the scene before him.

"Wait…" Sam didn't get chance to finish as Karofsky roughly grabbed his legs as Puck lifted his shoulders. "Guys, what're you doing?! Put me down!" Sam struggled against their strong grasps, the fear creeping upon his face.

"Sam Evans, welcome to McKinley High, we hope your stay with us is satisfactory." Puck nodded at Karofsky and they swung the blonde into the rubbish pile.

BANG! Sam's body had turned to its side, resulting in his head colliding with the side of the metal. Laughter broke throughout the group, but Blaine stood stark still, staring at the silent dumpster.

"Guys! Shut up!" Blaine screeched, running over towards the opening of the dumpster.

"What, Anderson?" Karofsky asked, the humour still present in his voice.

Blaine looked over the edge and was met with the sight of Sam's unconscious figure lying upon the rubbish heap. A deep cut was engraved into his forehead where he had come into contact with the metal.

"He's not moving!" Blaine was scared. This had never happened before.

"What are you talking – Oh, God…" Puck was staring wide eyed at Sam's motionless body.

"Oh, my God!" Quinn squealed, covering her mouth as she took in the sight.

"What the hell, Puckerman?!" Santana screeched.

"We… We gotta get out of here. Come on!" Puck began to run in the direction of the building, Karofsky, Mike and the cheerleaders hot on his heels.

"Blaine! Dude! Come on!" Mike shouted over to the curly haired teen.

"No! I've got to help him!" Mike stared at Blaine, contemplating whether to stay or not, but quickly turned and followed the others.

Blaine let out a frustrated sigh before ripping off his jacket and placing his hands on the side of the dumpster. Here goes nothing, he thought before elevating himself and swinging his legs over the edge. He landed heavily upon the disgusting pile of rubbish, the smell opening up old memories in which he never wanted to revisit. Keep it together, Blaine! You need to help Sam. He quickly, or as quick as he could considering the trash, made his was over to Sam's unmoving figure.

"Sam? Sam, can you hear me?" He was met with the sound of a groan from the blonde boy. "Sam, you're okay. You're going to be okay. Just, don't try to move. I'm going to get you out, okay?" Blaine gently eased his arm under Sam's legs, his other slowly wrapping around his shoulders. "I'm going to lift you up now, okay? On the count of three. You ready? Okay. One… Two…Three." Blaine gently hoisted Sam's up, stumbling slightly as his got to his feet causing Sam to groan again. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry… Err…" Blaine glanced around at the empty grounds, trying to figure out a way to get them both out of the dumpster.

"Sam? Open your eyes for me, can you do that?" Much to Blaine's relief, Sam's eyes slowly began to crack open. "Right. Okay, good. Do you think you'll be able to stand if I put you over the dumpster?" Sam nodded slightly. "Good, okay. You ready? I'll go slowly, okay?"

Slowly and steadily, Blaine gently raised Sam's body, swinging his legs over the side and easing him down. "Can you feel the ground? Good. Okay, just put your hands on the side of the dumpster." Keeping a firm grip on Sam's upper body, Blaine carefully guided his hands to the metal. "Can you feel that? Okay, good, now, try and hold yourself up, okay? I'm going to get out. Are you ready?" Sam grunted and Blaine took that as a yes and cautiously let go of Sam. He slumped slightly but remained upright. "That's good, Sam. You're doing great."

Blaine quickly jumped out of the dumpster, happy to be out of the pit of memories. He hurriedly reached behind Sam and slowly eased him to the ground.

"Th…Thank… you." Sam breathed out.

"It's okay, you're okay. I'm going to-"

"What's going on over there?!" Blaine's head snapped around in the direction of the voice. "Blaine?!" Mr Richardson, his English teacher, came rushing over to the pair. "What's – Is he okay? What happened?" he asked as he took in the sight.

"Um… Err…Sam he… um…" Blaine stumbled over his words, staring wide eyed at his teacher.

"Is this your doing?" Richardson accused and Blaine just gawked, words failing him. "Get him up, we're taking him to the nurse. Then you and I are going to Principle Figgins."

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