A/N This story takes a different angle to my others that I have written. It will still be quite angsty but, Blaine is the one who needs saving not Kurt.

Kurt comes to Dalton because of the bulling at his old school. He thought things could not get any worse until he meets Blaine. Kurt recognises him from when he was younger, someone he was very close to, and someone he hasn't seen or heard from for 4 years. Kurt is confused as Blaine is very hostile towards him when they meet again; he acts like he doesn't seem to remember Kurt.

Kurt is hurt at first but then decides to find out why Blaine refuses to acknowledge him, why he seems to hate him. Kurt wants to know what happened to the loving, care free, boy he once knew. How he changed in to the arrogant asshole he is now who seems to push everyone away, and does everything he can to make the others hate him.

I hope this works were Kurt is Blaine's knight in shining armour. I've had this story going around in my head for a while. I'm still working on my other stories but, I really wanted to get this first chapter down to see what people thought.

Oh and in some places it may get a bit dark but, there will also be some romance and humour aswell.

Warnings of self-harm, sexual abuse, non-consensual sex, if this may trigger anything for the people who read this please do not read any further.

Please. Read. Enjoy. Review. :0)

CHAPTER 1

A NEW BEGINNING

The brown haired boy stood in the middle of his bedroom his eyes glancing around one last time. Everything that he would need was packed, his father and step brother taking the last of it to the waiting car. His step mother was busy making him a goody basket to take with him. Even though he would get 3 square meals a day where he was going, she still insisted on making him some of his favourite sweet foods.

He took a deep breath, his eyes moistening slightly as he felt the all too familiar tightness in his chest. He didn't want to leave his family home, he had lived here all his life, but he had no choice. If things were going to change he needed to start again somewhere different, somewhere new, and somewhere safe.

"Hey you ready to go kid?"

The boy turned his head at the sound of the voice behind him. His eyes fell on the older man standing in his doorway, his father. The boy's heart pained slightly as he took in the man's appearance, guilt washing over him. He looked weary, older, it had been a hard couple of weeks and it had taken its toll on him. He wasn't in the best of health after his heart attack and this had put a strain on his father, although he had tried to hide it. The boy hoped that with this move things would be easier for his father; he wouldn't have to worry about his son anymore. The boy took another breath and nodded silently.

The man watched as his son walked over to his dresser and opened the draw. He watched as his son reached in and pulled out a piece of paper, the boy paused as his eyes fell upon the faded picture, and then slid it into his pocket.

The man's heart ached for the boy; he knew what the picture was he had seen his son staring at it, a stray tear falling from his face, on numerous occasions.

"Hey Burt, Kurt, we're gonna be late"

Kurt and his father, Burt, both rolled their eyes as they heard the voice of Finn, Burt's new wife

Carols son, shout up from the bottom of the stairs. Burt turned and walked out of Kurt's room, he knew that his son would need a few minutes alone.

Kurt watched his father leave; he took one more look around and followed his father, silently closing the door to his bedroom behind him. It would be a couple of months before he would return again, that were the deal.

2 Hours later.

Burt pulled up outside the tall building; Kurt noticed that although it was old it was elegant in style. He let his eyes fall onto the number of boys, watching them silently as they unloaded their suitcases from their parent's cars. They were all dressed the same, navy blue blazers with a red trim, white shirts, stripy red and navy ties and grey flannel trousers. Not the most flattering of clothes but Kurt could live with it.

Well at least you won't be mocked for your style in clothes. Kurt thought to himself.

"It will be okay bro"

Kurt turned to look at his stepbrother as he felt his hand on his, his eyes rested on the reassuring smile on his face. Kurt gave a small smile back at his step brother. He had to admit when Burt first got together with Carol, Fins mum, he wasn't best pleased. He behaved like a spoil brat and caused a lot of trouble. He felt as though his dad was betraying his mother's memory. Despite the fact that he was a giant pain in the ass, Fin had stood up for him on numerous occasions. Even to the extent of dressing up in a lady Ga Ga outfit to support his future step brother, to prove that being different was okay. Kurt knew that it was hard on him, especially as he was the star player on the football team, but at the time he hadn't cared, even when Finn was chucked in the dumpster for it.

The turning point had been when Fin had found out what was happening behind everyone's back. He believed Kurt without question, stood by him. He had come through for his step brother once more, he knew the fall out it would bring but, he still backed him up. After that Kurt and Finn were closer than ever, in fact it was Finns idea to come here, one of his friends came to Dalton.

Kurt pushed the memories of that day, the day when everything had come to a head to the back of his mind as they started to form. He could still feel the tightness around his neck, the slight niggle his bruised ribs still gave him. He took a deep breath, he didn't want to think about that now, this was a fresh start for all of them and he didn't want anything to ruin it. He didn't want them to find out that he was still struggling to cope otherwise they wouldn't of let him come.

Kurt was brought back from his thoughts as he felt the cold air as the car door was opened. He turned his head towards the now opened door.

"Welcome to Dalton" His father said a big smile on his face as Kurt climbed out. Kurt gave him a small smile back and looked up once more at the building. He took another deep breath, he seemed to be doing that a lot lately, and walked up the steps his family close behind him.

OUTSIDE IN THE CARPARK

The dark curly haired boy leant against the tree in the corner of the car park of Dalton School for Boys. He frowned as he watched the arrival of his fellow classmates as they returned to school after the summer holidays. He took a long drag on his cigarette as he scanned the crowd, he inwardly cursed when he couldn't find who he was looking for, his frown deepening.

Then he saw them, his face softened as he watched them. One by one they arrived to form a small group at the side of the building. They hugged and slapped each other's backs as they welcomed one another, each of them talking excitedly about their adventures over the holidays.

The boy, slightly hidden, watched with fascination as they walked into the school, he frowned once more as they disappeared from sight. He had conflicting emotions about their return, he had missed them, missed their performances. It had been really quiet while they had been gone, nothing to distract him. He had stayed at school over the summer holidays while his parents worked away, he hated staying at school during the holidays that was when it was worse.

The only good thing about it was that he didn't have to put a charade on all the time; he could just be himself, whoever that was. He didn't know anymore, it had been so long since things were, good. But, now, with everyone back, he would have to hide once more; he would have to go back to how he was before. He hated that side of him but he had no choice, but at least they were back now and he would have a distraction.

He was about to go back inside to his dorm when something, well someone, caught his eye as they mingled in with the crowd.

He let the cigarette dangle from his lips as his eyes locked on the boy in the distance. He needed to get closer, he needed to be sure. He chucked his fag on the floor and walked hurriedly towards the school, oblivious to anyone else as he pushed his way through the crowd

No it can't be?The dark curly haired boy thought to himself as he stood frozen to the floor. His eyes were wide as he stared at the tall slim brown haired boy as he climbed from the car. He moved slightly closer as he watched the exchange between the lad and who he assumed to be his father.

No, why is he here? The boy was starting to panic as he felt his chest constrict. He was finding it hard to breath.

He started to follow them; he kept himself hidden by the growing crowd of boys. He needed to get closer to be absolutely sure. There was a taller guy with them, he looked like a jock. He frowned as he wandered who this guy was, he didn't remember him having a brother. There was also a woman, her features soft and warm as she watched the 3 guys in front of her. He didn't remember this woman.

Maybe it's not him?

The boy carried on following them his eyes fixed on the back of the other boys head. He couldn't take his eyes off of him; he still had that same walk.

It's not him, it's not him. He chanted to himself, trying to convince himself that this was true as he followed them into the school.

He didn't want it to be him, but he knew, deep down he just knew. He walked in through the doors of the school ignoring the curses from the other boys as he pushed past them; he needed to keep him in sight.

He stopped suddenly as the party came to a halt outside the Deans office. He quickly hid behind a corner as he saw the other boy suddenly turn around, looking in his direction. He peeked his head back around the corner, his breath heavy as it fell from his open mouth.

The boy felt his heart literally stop, he couldn't breathe as his chest constricted. The face, those eyes, he was still the same.

It's him, God no, it's him!

The curly haired boy couldn't take any more as he felt an over whelming fear grow in his chest. He turned and ran, ran as fast as he could back through the hallway towards some stairs. He ran up them, his heart beating fast as his breathing became more ragged. He could feel a panic attack coming on as his chest constricted; he pushed himself faster, harder up the stairs. He needed to get to his dorm.

He ignored the curses that came his way as he pushed roughly passed anyone who got in his way. He reached his door, his hands struggling to open it as his felt his fingers go numb. He needed to hide, needed to breathe, needed to escape and lock himself away. He pushed open the door as he finally managed to open it; he slammed it behind him locking it. He fell against it his forehead connecting with the wood hard as he let out a loud pained groan, tears forming in his eyes.

He tried to contain the panic that he felt rising as thoughts whirled through his mind.

Why is he here? Why is he here? He mumbled to himself slamming his hand hard into the door as his anger and frustration grew.

God why is he here?He couldn't stop the sob that escaped his lips as he squeezed his eyes shut.

He pushed himself from the door and started to pace the floor of his dorm. He couldn't think, his mind clouding with random thoughts. He rubbed his hands together as his tears threatened to fall once more. His heart was hammering in his chest as his mind became a jumbled mess of questions, racing each other to get his attention first as he tried to think.

He shouldn't be here, that wasn't the plan. He muttered to himself as his hands shot to his head and his fingers fisted his hair, tugging the strands hard as he tried to make sense of it all.

He shouldn't be here, he shouldn't be here, he shouldn't be here. The curly haired boy rambled to himself as he paced his dorm room.

The boy suddenly stopped mid step as he heard his door handle rattle, someone was trying to get in. He could hear voices out in the hall way, he held his breath as his froze, his eyes locked on the handle as he watched it being jiggled again.

He stayed really quiet praying that they would just turn and leave. He knew who it was; he didn't want them in here, near him. His stomach cramped as he began to feel sick inside. He could feel the panic growing once more as he heard a key pushed into the lock of the door.

Why did I take the key out? Why did I take the key out? He muttered quietly to himself as he took a small step back.

You know why! The answer shouted in his head. Yeah he knew why as he felt the sickness grow inside of him.

Please, go away! He whispered to himself as he slowly watched the handle being pushed down. Everything was like it was happening in slow motion; his eyes lifted painfully slow, locking onto the blue ones now standing in front of him.

"Blaine" The blue eyed boy whispered as the tall brown haired boy looked back at him, his name falling sweetly from his lips.

Blaine couldn't breath as his eyes laid on the angel in front of him. He felt sick inside as the boy smiled at him, those same eyes, that same face, that same beautiful smile. The smile he had tried so hard to forget over the last 4 years. The boy he had craved to hold once again was standing here in his dorm room, Kurt Hummel. All he wanted to do right now was bury himself in those arms, feel the warmth and the safety that he would find there, but, he couldn't.

"He's not staying here!" Blaine snapped his frown deep, his eyes ice cold. Ignoring the fallen face of the boy he had dreamed of all these years, ignoring the sharp pain that cut through his heart, he turned to face the blonde haired boy who had brought them face to face.

A/N Well that's the first chapter, what do you all think? Why do you think Blaine is so hostile towards Kurt, the boy he has dreamed of for 4 years? What's their history? Why is Blaine so panicked that he has turned up at Dalton? Why doesn't he want him here? Also who were the lads he was spying on earlier as they arrived at school?

So many questions to answer lol. I shall be updating my other stories this week so I may not get back to this one until the weekend. Sorry guys. Please review and let me know what you think :0) Oh and my next Chapter will be longer, I promise. You know how I like to write long chapters lol x