I own nothing to do with Glee

But this story is mine

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Blaine Anderson. 16 years old. Gay. Straight 'A' Student. President of the book club. Glee club member. Nerd.

Kurt Hummel. 16 years old. Gay. Failing everything. Leader of 'The Crew'. Bully. Bad boy.

Just because they were gay teenagers, didn't mean they were friends. Just because they grew up a few houses apart, on the same street, didn't mean they were friends. Just because they went to the same homophobic and ignorant ass filled school, doesn't make them friends. If anything, Blaine hated Kurt. And he was pretty sure that Kurt hated him.

It was a Monday, a new day back after the Christmas holidays and Blaine was walking into school with his head held high. He spoke to a few of his friends in the hallways, on his way to his locker, which was at the far end of the building.

He hoped he wouldn't run into Kurt Hummel and his gang of school thugs, apparently Blaine was on Kurt's radar as somebody he could push around whenever he got the urge, or see him in the hall. Kurt was surrounded by his gang all the time, they still lived on the same street, so Blaine often saw all of their cars or the gang themselves in Kurt's yard.

Noah Puckerman, Puck to everyone that knew him, was Kurt's right hand man. And Blaine was pretty sure there was something else going on too, but no-one ever said anything. He was also the running back on the football team, a jock with a badass attitude.

Quinn Fabray, she hung around Kurt a lot, she was the ex-leader of a group of girls called the skanks, who sometimes hung out with Kurt's gang, but not very often. Quinn had decided to switch loyalties to Kurt.

Santana Lopez, she was head cheerleader, but was also a badass, and a bully, so she fit in well with Kurt's crew. Blaine had seen her making eyes at Puck a few times, but he didn't think he had ever heard of them being together.

Blaine's glee club friends, Sam, Nick, Jeff, Wes, Rachel, Mike, Tina and Brittany tried to keep well away from Hummel and his thugs, because usually they got a few choice nicknames thrown their way or locker checks or slushy facials. The slushies were usually the jocks' turf, but recently had become a favourite of Kurt's to destroy any sweater Blaine had.

Arriving at his locker without any problems, he began to relax into his new day. He smiled as he placed his books into his locker, and removed the ones he needed for his first class, Calculus, and just as he was about to close his locker, he was shoved against it.

He hit it hard with his shoulder, and he hissed in pain and dropped his bag and his books all over the floor. He turned to glare at the person who checked him, finding himself staring into ice blue eyes.

"Welcome back, loser." Kurt told him as he and his skanks laughed as they all followed him down the hall.

Blaine shook his head and frowned as he rubbed his sore shoulder. He was sure he was going to escape bruises on his first day back, but obviously it was too good to be true.

"Blaine, man, are you okay?" Someone called as they came over to help him pick up his books and bag, and Blaine smiled up at the blonde.

"I'm ok, Sam. Don't worry about it."

"That Hummel kid is always picking on you...why?" Sam asked curiously and Blaine shrugged.

"I ask myself the same question all the time." He sighed and Sam looked at him sympathetically before throwing an arm around his shoulders.

"Well, let's get to class. Otherwise we'll be late."

Calculus was a little boring, Blaine could admit, even though he got straight 'A's he could admit that some of the teaching material was monotonous. Puckerman had arrived late, and as he walked through the aisle of seats between Blaine and Sam, he put both of his hands out and knocked all of their things to the floor, smirking as Sam turned to glare at him.

"What a jerk." Sam said to Blaine under his breath as they both leaned down to pick up their things.

Blaine just silently nodded at him in agreement.

Sam caught up to him after Calculus let out and they both watched with wide eyes as Puck picked up someone's bag in the hall and dumped the contents of it back over the owners head, while Kurt and the rest of the crew laughed from down the hall.

"Hey, did you hear? Lucy, Graham and Don aren't coming back to Glee club this semester." Sam said to him and Blaine's eyes widened.

"What? No way...I bet Rachel weren't too happy with that." Blaine said back and Sam shook his head as the image of an angry Rachel ran through his head, they loved her they did, but she could gun with the best of them when she was angry.

"Yep, but it also means we are like 5 members short now, Artie joined the theatre club and Mike joined dance."

"Mike left too, really?!" Blaine said in a voice that sounded a little bit outraged and a little hurt, "That sucks."

"Yeah."

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The rest of the school day passed without any more incidents from Kurt and his goons, and Blaine finally began to relax after lunch, Jeff and Nick made him laugh by retelling how Rachel had gone into one when the others said that they were leaving Glee, her face apparently as red as a tomato.

The last lesson of the day was Spanish, and Blaine decided to let down his guards, none of those thugs were in this class. But apparently Kurt and Quinn both took advanced French. Weird.

He walked home, for being January, it wasn't too cold out, he had no after school clubs today, and he thought maybe a nice calm stroll home would lift his mood a little.

As he walked onto his street though, he realised he would have to walk past Kurt's house to get to his own, and he gulped as he spied the truck outside, the one that belonged to Puck, and the tiny sports car that was Quinn's parked outside the yard.

As he got closer he could hear them talking in the front yard, but the truck blocked them and him from view of each other, he thought if he picked up the pace a little that maybe he could get past them without them spotting him. Crossing the street would do no good to avoid them, because it seemed the further away Blaine tried to move, they would always seem to flock to him.

He sped up his walk as he heard Sebastian laugh, and as he rounded the truck he could tell they were sitting on the little porch bench, but as he got past the gate, he heard.

"Anderson!"

He paused and turned slowly, Kurt, Puck and Quinn were looking at him from the porch but none of them had been the one to call him. He turned to see the kind face of Kurt's father looking back at him.

"Hey, Mr Hummel."

"Hey kid, I told ya, call me Burt," he said jovially and Kurt was watching him with narrowed eyes from over by the house, "How's your mom doing?"

"She's good thank you."

"First day back at school today," Burt said and Blaine nodded with a small smile, "How was it?"

"Uneventful, really." Blaine said with a shrug, and nervously glanced over to Kurt and the others and he saw Kurt sneer at him, "Just a regular day."

Burt had no idea that Kurt had been Blaine's main bully in school since their freshman year, and Blaine had thought many times of just telling Burt what was going on, he liked the man. He was kind, he was hardworking, he never judged anybody for anything. Blaine liked him a lot better than his own father.

But he couldn't tell him. Burt loved Kurt, he knew he did.

He didn't want to be on the receiving end of Kurt's fists if he came in between them.

Blaine could hold out for 2 more years, and then he would be rid of McKinley and Kurt and everything in Ohio.

"Well that's good then, nice and relaxing for a first day." Burt responded and Blaine nodded in agreement, "How's your grades, still good?"

"Still 'A's."

"That's great buddy," Burt said with a blinding smile and Blaine smiled back as he clapped a hand on his shoulder, "Just wish somebody else was getting A's too."

Kurt threw a glare in Blaine's direction before he huffed and went inside the house, his lackeys following suit.

Blaine swallowed a little, he knew he was paying for that tomorrow.

"I have to get home, Burt, I'll speak to you later." Blaine said in a hurry and started backing away from him.

"Alright, buddy, give your mom my best," Burt said after him, "And hey, we'll have to get together for dinner sometime?"

"Sure ok!" Blaine called back as he reached his yard, and then with one last wave towards Burt he hurried into his house.

'Shit, Kurt's going to kick my ass tomorrow.' Blaine thought glumly as he banged his head back against his closed door a little.

He was not looking forward to this week now.

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Blaine did pay for that comment all week.

On Tuesday Santana threw a bright blue slushy at him, not his face, but his cashmere sweater, the white one. Then Puck followed that up by tripping him over and dumping a red slushy over his head. Blaine went home at lunch to change, but Puck was waiting for him inside the entrance, to slushy him again.

On Wednesday at lunch, while waiting in line, he had his tray snatched from him and his food dumped on his head, and then Puck stole and ate his dessert. He was hungry during Glee practice after school, his stomach kept making noises through Rachel's song.

He had his trousers and underwear stolen while he was in the gym, after school on Thursday. And had to wait until everyone had left to go home to try and find some in the lost and found box, but they had all been cleared out too. He had to run all the way home in a towel.

On Friday he had been slushied every hour, pushed into lockers countless times during the day, and had his new phone knocked out of his hand, while speaking to his brother, and heard it smash on the floor, it was a present for Christmas. He sighed as he picked it up, the screen was shattered and his brother had hung up.

He walked out of the school and across the parking lot, then walked solemnly home. When he was about a block away from home, he turned the corner and came face to face with Kurt, who sneered at him and pushed him against the wall of the building they had been standing next to.

Blaine gave up on defending himself. He figured if he was going to get hit anyway, he may as well be brave and face it. He locked eyes with Kurt.

"So, my father seems to think the sun shines out of your ass." Kurt sneered down at him, trapping against the building with a forearm over his chest, "If I catch you talking to my father anymore, I'm going to make sure you regret it."

"What is your problem with me?" Blaine said sternly, as he tried to push Kurt off of him.

"Apart from the god awful sweaters and cutesy attitude?" Kurt asked sarcastically and pushed against Blaine's chest a little harder.

"My sweaters are not awful." Blaine defended and Kurt sneered as he pushed away from him.

"Watch yourself, Anderson. Unless you want your life to be hell at school?"

As Kurt turned to walk away from him, Blaine rubbed at the sore part of his chest, that Kurt's arm had pushed into as he looked after him, incredulously.

"Why?" He asked loudly but Kurt didn't turn around, just threw Blaine the finger and continued walking.

"Because I can." Came the reply and Blaine sighed as he leaned his head back against the wall.

'Why me?'

He walked home in a solemn mood, slipping his shoes off and trudging up to his room as soon as he was inside. He flopped down onto his bed and grabbed for his stereo remote. Turning it onto his favourite music CD, he lay back and closed his eyes as he let the soothing voice of Katy Perry wash his stress away.

His mother called him down for dinner about 20 minutes later, and he never said a word to any of his parents, as they sat talking about his father's work, and as soon as he had finished he went back up to his room.

He couldn't figure out what made Kurt hate him so much, he was his neighbour, and he had never said a hateful word to him or his father. None of his family had. Burt and Blaine's mom spoke over the backyard fence all the time.

Kurt usually ignored him but lately the harassment had become stressful, and Blaine's entire wardrobe was paying the price for something he couldn't help.

As he was deep in thought, his phone, the new one he had to purchase this week because his other one was smashed, beeped a message and he dragged his hand up from the bed sluggishly to grab it.

From: Sam

Hey dude, thought we were going to the ring today? ;P Betcha can't knock me down Blainers!

A small smile lit his face and he typed out a reply.

To: Sam

I could knock you on your ass anytime anywhere, Evans! XDDD

From: Sam

Prove it!

Blaine grinned, his mood lifting now as he moved off of his bed, shutting his stereo off and changing into his sweatpants, vest, hoodie and sneakers. Grabbing his gloves, towel and throwing them into his bag quickly, he pocketed his phone and wallet, before running out of his room, yelling a goodbye to his parents and sprinting to town.

Sam was waiting for him outside the small gym they had been going to for about a year now, with a big cocky smile on his face. Blaine and Sam swatted at each other playfully before they headed inside.

Once they were both geared up with the protective helmets and gloves, bandages and pads, they stepped into the ring. Sam had his navy gloves in the defensive stance from the beginning, giving Blaine free reign to use his offensive moves, to blow off more steam from this week. Sam always did know what Blaine needed when it came to boxing, and he was incredibly grateful to have a best friend like him.

After a few rounds of offensive jabs, ducks, and a few misplaced uppercuts, Sam decided to switch to the offensive too, forcing Blaine back against the ropes and protecting himself as Sam placed jab after jab into his protective gear.

After 20 minutes, Blaine felt more relaxed, most of his pent-up stress melting away, the more vicious he was with his hits in the ring, and Sam put one glove up for them to have a break. Removing their helmets and mouth guards, they both stepped down to go and retrieve their water bottles and sat together on a small bench.

Blaine was slowly panting his breaths and Sam chugged his water down, splashing some across his face before turning to Blaine.

"I've noticed the torment has been upped this week," Sam said and Blaine nodded but remained quiet as he sipped his water, "Any reason?"

"Not really, just a comment that Mr Hummel made to me last Friday, that's all."

"What did he say?" Sam said as he raised an eyebrow in amusement.

"Wished Kurt's grades could be good like mine."

"Ooh, no wonder Hummel went destructive on your sweaters." Sam said as he scoffed a little, and Blaine laughed a little humorlessly.

He had mourned the loss of a couple of his sweaters this week. Some of the white ones had been a tragedy, they had had to be thrown out. Much to his dismay.

"Thanks for this though Sam, I appreciate this."

Sam turned to him with a grin, and clapped a hand over his shoulder.

"No worries man," He replied and Blaine grinned back, "It's a good stress reliever for you, I know...but I thought I told you to prove your bad-ass moves in the ring."

Blaine laughed as he followed after his blonde friend, re-applying their protective gear as they entered the ring. Blaine smirked as he started an offensive straight away, and then laughed when Sam fell over on one rib jab.

They both ended up laughing together, when Sam stuck a foot out and Blaine collided with the floor too.