Hey guys! Sorry for the abrupt deleting of the fics... it's just that I had a little fit of insecurity and decided they're all crap. But I'm back to writing now - and here's the prologue to my new fic. I really hope this one works, cuz it's something that I've been wanting to do for a while.

Ok, so summary is available in the summary of the actual fanfiction (you know, the little bit you read below the title of the story), so I'm going to spare you.

All I can say is - excited about writing this!

Thanks!

-TheLionGate ;)

Prologue

Blaine sat in his room, he's been there for a while.

Positioned as he was on the floor, feeling the wall-to-wall carpet underneath his bare feet, he gazed contemplatively around the room.

How am I supposed to tell them?

The same thought has been running through his mind for the past two hours, all the while sitting stock-still in the middle of his room.

A knock on the door pulled him back to reality.

He raised his head to see his mother popping her head in, looking slightly worried but trying to mask it with an overly-enthused smile.

"Blainey? Darling, you've been cooped up here for hours. Don't you want something to eat?"

Blaine closed his eyes, breathing deeply, before he looked up at his mother, "Mom, there's something I need to tell you."

The following day, Blaine walked confidently down the hallways of Westerville High, heading straight for his locker.

He didn't notice the odd glares he was receiving from the rest of the students, completely oblivious in his relief of letting his parents know what has been eating at his nerves for the past week.

As he was getting out his books from the locker, the door suddenly slammed unexpectedly, sending him tumbling in fright to the floor, landing flat-out on his bottom and staring incredulously upwards, trying to figure out who his tormentor was.

A large figure loomed over him and Blaine narrowed his eyes against the fluorescent lights that adorned the hallway ceiling.

Finally his eyes adjusted and his mouth fell along with his stomach in realization.

The entire football team towered over him, looking at him with disgust.

Blaine slowly sat up, looking around him cautiously, desperately hoping that the student body would just disperse.

But no such luck.

They were swarming around the scene, eager to learn why the jocks would suddenly pick on an insignificant freshman.

Blaine raised his head and looked at the Quarterback, Ian, who was giving him a disgusted look and standing the closest.

"So, is it true?"

Blaine squinted in confusion, "What are you talking about?"

Ian scoffed in contempt and lowered himself to Blaine's level so they were looking eye-to-eye, "Is it true that you're a fag?"

Blaine blanched.

He closed his eyes, lowering his head and tried to breathe normally, ignoring the sudden whispers that ensued at the inquiry.

He raised his head and looked at Ian, tears threatening to spill out of the rims of his eyes, looking pleadingly at the blank face of the jock.

"Please."

ok, yes, it's sucky - but it's just the prologue! Promise that the first chapter kinda-sorta-maybe (not sure yet) explains what the hell I've just written. So please bear with me! I'll try and not disappoint!

Thanks for bearing with me all the way!

-TheLionGate