I've never been confident. But when I met him, everything changed. The bullying didn't stop or get less, but I changed. The first time I saw him I directly judged him. He looked like one of the bullies and I kind of ignored him every time he talked to me, no matter how nice he sounded. I did that for like 2 months. Until I saw bullies around him. They teased him- no. The bullied him. He was confident but he couldn't handle it alone. They yelled at him like they always did to me. I knew how it felt and I couldn't stand watching it. I ran to him and pushed the bullies away. It was the first time I actually did or say anything for him. I didn't know his name or his age but I hated someone being bullied. Maybe we weren't that different. Maybe we were a lot alike and I knew from that moment we would be best friends.
"Leave him alone." I yelled at the bullies and took the boy with me. We ran away from the school, not caring about the consequences. I told him I knew a really beautiful place and that was the place where we went. It was a sort of cave, at the seaside. You could see sunset in the evening and whenever I felt sad I would come here, just for looking at the sea. It was a secret place that only I knew about, but since I knew how horrible the boy would be I took him with me.
"This is my favourite place on the whole world." I pushed away a piece of wood and went in the cave. I grabbed a matchbox and lighted up a candle.
"It's beautiful." He told me and looked out the cave. I didn't really want to ask his name but I kind of had to. I mean how can you talk to someone when you don't know his name? So I took the courage and asked it. "Can I ask you what your name is?"
He nodded. "Blaine Anderson." He shook my hand. "And what's yours?"
"Kurt." I said. "Kurt Hummel."
"Hi Kurt, nice to meet you!" He smiled. That was the moment I really knew he was more to me than just a friend.
