A/N: As I now ship Blam, I came up with this idea. It's kinda weird and this first chapter/prologue is a little rushed, but please work with me here.
"Move it, fag." Blaine Anderson was slammed against a locker just moments after walking into school. The curly-haired freshman bit back a sob as he watched Sam Evans and his three buddies strutting down the crowded hallway.
"Dude, you okay?" A voice asked. It was a guy Blaine had never seen before; a short, black-haired boy wearing a sad smile.
"Y-yeah, I'm fine," Blaine mumbled, gathering his books and scattered papers.
"You don't look fine." The boy raised an eyebrow skeptically. "That guy giving you trouble?" Blaine hesitated for a moment but nodded. "Sam Evans is a dick. There's no stopping him when he finds someone to abuse. You're new here, right?"
"Mm-hmm." Blaine rubbed his shoulder, the one that was slammed. "I'm Blaine."
"I'm Louis." The boy's smile widened. "If you want, I'll help you avoid Evans as much as possible." Louis extended his arm and Blaine accepted it. The two walked down the hall, talking about music.
A few months later, Blaine's life had considerably improved. With Louis' help, he indeed saw less of Sam Evans. He was passing his classes and was a member of the school's lacrosse team. Then one day, when Louis was sick, everything came crashing down.
"Hey, loser," Evans' voice sneered. Blaine inhaled sharply. He was alone in the locker room. Practice had let off early and he took a long shower. "So you're hanging out with that fucking freak Herlihy, huh?"
"He's not a freak," Blaine mumbled, fidgeting with his fly. He then felt the cold metal of the locker against his face.
"What was that?" Evans chuckled. "Don't think I heard you."
"Louis isn't a freak," Blaine repeated, louder this time.
"I beg to differ. He walks around like he owns the damn place. Little fucker needs to learn his spot on the pecking order," Evans sneered.
"Look who's talking," Blaine scoffed, pushing himself away from the tall blond boy. "You push people around like you're a king. You're nothing, Evans, but a coward."
"I'm a coward?" Evans shoved Blaine backwards. Blaine felt the latch dig into his lower back as Evans advanced on him. "Think a coward could do this?" He punched Blaine in the stomach, making the shorter boy double over.
"Fuck you," Blaine spat. Evans smirked and pushed Blaine onto the floor, where he kicked him in the stomach.
"Who's a coward now?" Evans repeated, punching and kicking Blaine until the boy was lying in his own blood.
"Hey!" A voice shouted and Evans was pulled away from Blaine. Blaine managed to open one eye to see a bunch of guys holding Sam away from him. One of them came over and examined him.
"Goddamn it," he muttered. "Get the nurse." No one moved. "Now!" Two guys took off. He lightly tapped Blaine's face. "Blaine, are you okay?"
Blaine could only mumble incoherently.
"Evans, what the fuck did you do?" The guy shouted, standing up.
"The fag tried to feel me up," Evans said, holding his hands up defensively. Blaine could tell from his tone that he was grinning.
"You're a waste of a human being, Sam Evans," the guy hissed; he gently lifted Blaine and carried him to the nurse.
"Blaine, honey, what happened at school?" Carla Anderson asked. She and her husband, Ben, stood at Blaine's bedside at the Westerville Community Hospital.
"It was an accident," Blaine mumbled, avoiding his parents' eyes.
"Blaine, this was no accident," Ben said softly. "Who did this to you? We need to know."
"This guy who's been picking on me; his name is Sam, Sam Evans." Blaine still couldn't look at his folks.
"Wait, son of Dwight Evans?" Blaine shrugged. "Shit." Ben ran a hand through his hair.
"What's wrong, Ben?" Carla asked.
"I can't press charges against him," Ben said, closing his eyes. "He's the reason I have a job right now."
"But the kid can't get away with hurting Blaine like this," Carla protested. "You are not going back to Larson High School, Blaine. We'll think of something."
"Where is Blaine Anderson's room?" Someone shouted. Blaine raised his head; he recognized that voice. Running footsteps got closer and Louis was at the door.
"Louis," Blaine smiled weakly.
"Jesus, Blaine, I'm so sorry this happened," Louis panted. "I should have been there."
"Louis, this isn't your fault. Sometimes, bad things just happen to people." Ben put an arm on the boy's shoulder.
"Blaine, I promise I'm never leaving your side again," Louis swore, taking his best friend's hand. "Wherever you go, I'll be there."
"Thank you for being such a good friend to Blaine, Louis." Carla embraced the short boy, who hugged her back. She was something of a surrogate mother to him since his own didn't pay much attention to him.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" Blaine looked at Louis standing beside him. The two stood in front of Dalton Academy.
"Blaine, I made you that promise and I am not going to break it," Louis said pointedly. "You're my best friend, dude." Blaine smiled and opened the front door.
"After you," he smirked. Louis scoffed and walked inside.
"I ain't a princess, Anderson. I got more balls than you," he chuckled.
"Smaller penis though," Blaine muttered. Louis pursed his lips but chose to ignore this and kept walking.
"Hi!" A collective voice shouted. Louis stumbled backwards and Blaine caught him.
"Holy shit, who was that?"
"I'm Nick," a black-haired boy said excitedly.
"And I'm Jeff." The blond next to him was probably just as hyper.
"And you're unbelievably annoying," Louis finished, picking up his dropped knapsack. "I'm gonna go find room 35. See you there, Blainers."
"Gee, he's not very perky, is he, Nicky?" The boy named Jeff observed and Nick nodded.
"Louis is not a perky person, trust me," Blaine explained. "My name is Blaine."
"We'll show you around," Nick said, bouncing on the balls of his feet. "Come on!"
And that's how Blaine left Larson High and Sam Evans behind. Nick and Jeff became his closest confidantes. Well, beside Louis, who, albeit being constantly infuriated with Niff, hung out with them nonetheless. Blaine thought it couldn't get any worse.