Hi, I'm S.C., the author of this fic.

This is my first officially published fan fic. I've been writing fan fic about books I read since I was 12, so this stuff runs through my veins.

I beg you guys to be harsh with me. Tell me if things are off or if things have an odd pace.

This story is easier to read it you adjust the view to 3/4

This is supposed to be a story about what happened to Blaine before Kurt comes along, starting at Blaine transferring to Dalton.

Let's rate this T for things that will come up…

I don't own Glee or any of the charters from it.

Chapter 1:

The cold water hit Blaine's face like a tidal wave. This was something he always did to calm down when he was upset, but today he was upset beyond words. In his small town of Abawan, Ohio, people weren't used to kids like Blaine. Unlike every other boy in town, Blaine proudly knew who he was, gay. They always teased him and made faces; he was mocked by the whole town. Why should they care who he loves? It isn't like he went around yelling about his sexuality, trying to convert them. There was a group of boys who were particularly mean. They were the most popular jocks in school who planned to make Blaine's life a living hell. Every Thursday they were particularly mean, and the violence and abuse has been getting worse. The only person who truly understood what Blaine was going through was his Uncle Kyle.

Now Blaine stood in front of the mirror gazing at himself. He was fairly handsome for a fifteen year old, but in this moment he looked like a complete wreck. He stood there crying, his black wavy hair as unruly as a rough sea. He wondered how people could feel so much hate towards another, and why they chose him to hate. In a fit of anger, unlike his usual self, he punched the mirror hanging on the wall. The mirror in response cracked in hundreds of directions and then fell to the floor where it finished shattering. He felt his knees weaken and he dropped to the floor with a thud, and he curled up into a ball crying more than before. This time the crying was accompanied with whimpers and sniffles only heard when someone is truly hurting. At that moment the bathroom door was opened and a women rushed in,

"Blaine, honey, what happened!" screamed Shelly, his concerned mother. She saw the tears heavily flowing from his eyes and held him close, rocking him back and forth.

"What did these boys do now?"

"Mommy, those boys…" his mom brush the hair from his glowing brown eyes, "they followed me home… and they called me names… and threw things at me. Why are these boys so mean, it's not like I'm flirting with them? They are just so ignorant!"

"Sweetie that's terrible! Who are these boys, I'll call all of their mothers! You're forgetting the power I have as co-vice president of the PTA!" Shelly said with such rage. A little calmed down now, Blaine huffed with small tears falling still,

"Mom you don't need to do that. These boys all go to my school, but it's fine, I can handle it." Blaine escaped from his mother's grip and walked into his bedroom. He pulled on a mocha brown sweatshirt over his tight white V-neck, and sighed trying not to cry again.

"This is the third time this month that something like this happened. First it was them calling you names, then it was them shoving you, and now they're following you home. Come on B you can't handle this on your own and you know it." , Shelly walked over to his desk, moved a few papers and finally picked up a small booklet, "I know you're not thrilled with the idea, but maybe going to Dalton Academy would be good for you. They have a zero bullying policy, and the academics are outstanding. There will be guys just as special as you, and you may find a special guy. Who knows, but you won't know until you get yourself out there." She smiled and handed Blaine the booklet and she sat on the bed next to him. He leafed through the glossy pages, everyone with pictured of boys smiling wearing the uniform of blue blazers with red details. The school looked like a castle, and the dorms looked just as cozy as his own room. Uncle Kyle had been the councilor there for two years now, and knew that the school was perfect for Blaine. He had been considering going for a while now. The tuition and boarding fees wouldn't be a problem for his family; they belong to two country clubs for God sakes! The only problem was that the academy is a half an hour away, but what if his mom was right? He could meet the love of his life, or at least make some friends that were just like him.

"Mom, call Dalton Academy. I think I should go. It will challenge me intellectually and I'll make friends and be happy for once." Blaine said with a nervous smile plastered on him face. Within an five hours Blaine was officially signed up for classes, and his transcript was sent over.

Since it was a Friday the headmaster wanted Blaine settled into his dorm before Monday, and his mother arranged to take him the next day. He fell asleep that night with too much swimming in his brain. Is it going to be hard, since he was transferring half way through the school year? Is he going to have friends? Will he finally meet someone who loved him for him? With that thought a small knot of excitement formed in the center of his stomach. All though there was so much worrying him, there was nothing more comforting than the thought of finally fitting in. The next morning Blaine got up extra early to start packing. He opened his closet and looked at the few clothes hanging. He was self-conscious of what he wore, because he just wanted to fit into school. In reality he was quite a fashion snob, and he coveted designer names and anything that was Alexander McQueen. There wasn't much that Blaine needed to bring, he was a simple person. His loves were music, movies, and books. The three suit cases, which were filled by noon, were mostly containing his whole book case. Each one of the books had helped him through something in his life, and each felt like an old friend. After lunch Blaine slowly walked through the house for the last time. He touched everything with a little bit of sadness mixed with anticipation. His room was bear, nothing was left except his tv, and a few papers and coat hangers sprawled across the room. Blaine made sure to open every corner and every draw to make sure nothing was left behind. As he left his room he took in every emotion that he had experienced in that room in the last fifteen years. On the way out, with his three bags and his guitar, a small trail of tears fell from his eyes. The door closed behind him with a pleasant little click, a sign that goodthings were to come.

TBC

Ok so this is a little short, but it'll get longer, trust me. Please Review and tell me what you think. Be as honest and brutal as honest!