A/N: Hey guys, so this is the story that I've been asking you guys about and telling you about. It's something that has just kinda stuck with me, and is pretty much writing itself. But it will be an interesting process, most likely slow, because this story is close to my heart. I already have a plot line mapped out, but I'm going to let the story speak for itself. Ideas came from To Save A Life movie, Hero by Superchick, and How to Save a Life by The Fray. If you've never heard the songs or seen the movie, I urge you to. It can all be found on Youtube.

Full Summary:

Story Summary: Two years after Kurt Hummel kills himself, a boy named Blaine Anderson hears his story. Something about it touches Blaine, and thoughts of the boy won't leave his head. He decides to create awareness for the boy, and founds The Kurt Hummel Plan, providing assistance to gay teens being bullied. But at one of the national conventions, he figures out exactly why Kurt's story leaves a sinking feeling in his gut.

Thanks to Elisahpfreak for taking a look at the plot and summary for me. I love you girl! You're awesome!

The purpose of this story is not merely for fun. It's to raise awareness. September begins National Suicide Prevention Month, and I urge you all to take a stand and save a life. Life is precious. Don't waste it! You've only got one shot. If you, or someone you know is thinking about suicide, tell someone. Privacy is not worth a life lost. There are plenty of people who would love to talk to you, and I'm speaking from one of them. Send me a message. I'm always here to talk because guys, I've been there. I've been all the way to that side and back, and the turning point was the day I told someone what I was feeling. Don't wait. Tomorrow could be one day too late. I love all you guys very much.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything that seems familiar.

Always remember to smile!

Olivia

After climbing from the brunette's mother's minivan, both boys raced to the swings. When one tripped, the other slowed enough until he could catch up. When one boy swung higher than the other, the other would always slow until they were level again. That was their relationship, always waiting for each other, always sticking by each other's sides. They promised to always be there, and they always were, until the day that they weren't, and lives were changed forever.

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"Hey look! There goes the fag again!" Jacob shouted down the hall. Kurt heard them coming and quickly ducked into the nearest classroom. It didn't mean that the problem would be avoided. They would find him. They always did. Kurt sank to the ground and buried his head in his arms. He drowned out the voices, praying to a God he didn't believe in that they wouldn't come any closer. But if Kurt Hummel was anything, it was unlucky. He heard the footsteps, around four jocks it sounded like, and prepared himself for "The Daily Welcome to School Beatings" as he had come to call them. The door flung open and in stepped not four, but five huge, towering jocks. Jacob was in the front, closely followed by his main wingman and best friend Blaine. They were always the worst. Blaine never beat him, but the taunting was enough from anyone any day. Before Kurt could blink, Jacob had punched him in the stomach. Then it was Fisher, who pulled his hair. Then it was Harrison, who punched him again. Last but not least was Jeremy. Jeremy was always the worst. It was a cycle, and a vicious one at that. Kurt was sick of it all. He was sick of the day to day beatings. He was getting tired of fighting back. What good was fighting back when you knew you would never win?

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Blaine watched and laughed, high fiving Jeremy when Kurt was knocked back to the ground. These were his best friends, and they were awesome. They all were on the wrestling team together. Blaine had joined wrestling after his brother left. When Cooper left, Blaine needed to fight. He would have loved to do boxing, or something like it, but his school didn't offer it. Only wrestling. So that was what he joined, and where he met his best friends. He tried to block memories from when Cooper was still around, because it made it too hard to come back to the reality of Cooper hating his guts because he was gay. Blaine had only ever come out to one person in his life, his brother, because he had thought he could trust him. And that had worked out so well. Cooper left and hadn't called since.

"Nice one Jere. Alright guys, that's the bell. Let's leave this freak to be." All four boys gave Kurt one last kick and Blaine followed them out, without a glance back.

He saw Kurt again later that day, in the class he had with Jacob and Harrison. The three boys had chemistry with Kurt and swore to make it a living hell. Blaine made paper airplanes filled with dirty words and derogatory phrases and words that he knew would hurt Kurt. It made him feel better, honestly, because by him picking on the only out kid in the school, his friends had no chance to guess that he could possibly be hiding out behind the coats in the closet.

He threw the first paper airplane. "Hey queer, catch this!" He whisper shouted two rows up. He could see the airplane hit Kurt and the boy slouch over, trying to avoid any more. Blaine threw another one. "Why do you dress like a girl so much, huh? Is it just to match your voice?" Kurt's ears turned bright red. The teacher was oblivious, sleeping at her desk in the back of the room. Public school was such a waste of time. The teachers didn't care, the administration didn't care, the students didn't care. Blaine was so ready to get out. But he was just a sophomore. Two more years in a hell-hole called high school.

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Everything hurt. Kurt cringed at the thought of more abuse. He could die, right here, right now. This time the teasing was about Glee Club. Kurt was ready to quit that too. It was all too much. Way too much. Even the kids from Glee were refusing to walk with him now, because he brought out special unwanted attention. Kurt shrugged it off like it didn't matter, but every time Blaine threw another insult at him, another paper airplane full of hate mail, Kurt's heart broke again. As if the physical abuse wasn't enough, just hearing his ex-best friend's voice insulting anyone, let alone him, was enough to make him want to cry. And he did, a lot.

He did that afternoon, as his mom picked him up from school. He got in the car and saw her eye him up and down, knowing she knew he had changed clothes.

"How bad?" she asked, pulling out of the parking lot. Kurt pulled his legs up into the seat and curled into the smallest size he could manage. The tears slowly slipped down his cheeks and he just shook his head as an answer. "Ice cream it is then." His mom reached out and laid her hand on his back comfortingly. Her hair was almost back to its original length now. After a rough bought with breast cancer two years back, she was beginning to look like herself again. Kurt was glad. The thought of losing his mom in the midst of all the teasing, Kurt would probably have died with her. His dad, Burt, was great too, he was always very understanding, but not like Elizabeth. She always picked him up from school, hugging him through the worst days, and being the best mom he could ever have asked for.

"It was bad. I'm so sick of it Mom." Kurt whispered.

"I know baby. I know. Just remember, have courage. Refuse to be the victim, because you're strong baby boy. One day, they'll all work for you." Kurt nodded.

"Can I have the double chocolate chip today?" Kurt asked.

"Only if you let me have a bite." Elizabeth joked, tussled his hair and turning up the radio, which was turned to a station that played Beatles every day at three. They were her favorite, and Blackbird was their favorite song. Every day they would sing it, sometimes driving around the neighborhood an extra time just to hear it play. His mom was his best friend, and no matter how bad things got at school, she always knew how to cheer him up.

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"Mom? Dad? Anyone home?" Blaine flung the door open. No reply. A flash of white on the table caught his eye and he stepped over and snatched it up.

Meetings til dark. Dinner on your own.

Heather

Blaine sighed and leaned up against the wall, sliding down until he was on the floor. It would be just like his mom to sign her name as Heather. Not even Mom. Never Mom. He had been blessed with hard working parents. Hard working parents that may or may not actually love him and want him around. Blaine was tired of fighting them. Didn't matter anymore.

The next morning was Friday. Thank God it's Friday. It took him a second to realize that it wasn't his alarm clock that had awoken him. It was his dad.

"William!" Blaine inwardly rolled his eyes.

"For the last time Dad, just call me Blaine." Blaine rolled over and sat up.

"I will call you the name your mother and I gave you. Pay attention. I got transferred. They want me out there by Monday, so this is your last day. Have your things packed up by seven pm tonight."

"Woah woah woah. Dad. Where is 'out there'?" Blaine questioned, fully awake now.

"Clarksburg, West Virginia. Seven pm William, and not a second later." Blaine sighed and watched his father leave. He punched the pillow in frustration. That means that he would have to miss school today in order to get everything together. Damn him.

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All Kurt knew, was that Blaine was gone. And he wasn't coming back.

So guys, what'd you think? Intense? I'm so excited for where this is going, and I hope you'll all join me for the ride. :)

I'm here for you. If you are the victim of bullying, or contemplating suicide, message me right now. I can remind you of a hundred reasons why life is beautiful. It gets better. I promise it does. I'm always here. You've got someone on your side. :)

Olivia