"i don't see why we have to move. we love it here" blaine was saying to his parents.

blaine was a junior in Dalton academy. he lived in Westerville with his mother, father, and older brother cooper.

"we have to move baby. your dads been offered a job in lima and he just can't decline" his mother told him, placing a hand on his shoulder. tears had started to form in his eyes and he tried his hardest to keep them inside. Dalton was his safe haven. he moved there after being bullied and getting into to many fights that he had to leave. and now he had just been informed that he was moving to lima, Ohio, two hours away.

"come on blaine. I'm sorry we have to move. non of us want to but this is just to big a deal" his father told him. he looked sincere and blaine knew it broke his heart to have to do this.

"don't worry about it. i understand. how many times have we had to move for me?" blaine tried to make a joke out of it but the tears that were in his eyes told another story.

"that wasn't you fault blaine. now go pack, we're moving as soon as possible" his father replaced his mothers hand and smiled sympathetically at blaine.

blaine just nodded and ran up the stairs to his bedroom. he pulled out his suitcases from his cupboard and started to pack his clothes. when it came to packing everything else, he found a picture of him, his two best friends wes and david, and their girlfriends, harmony and Elisa. he picked up the photo frame and the tears he had tried so hard to keep in came rushing out. he was only moving two hours away but these people were practically family and it was going to be strange not seeing every day.

blaine was sat in the back seat of his fathers black Mercedes, s55 AMG. his mother had moved a week earlier so she could set up the house and un pack before they officially moved. they should be at the new house in less than five minutes. they had passed one half of lima which looked rough. it was probably where all the chavs hang out.

he was glad to know that he would not be living in that part of town, but on the opposite. it was a nice area. the houses were big and beautiful. his father parked the car in the drive way of a large house. it was homely and you could see that it was beautiful inside and out. he climbed out of the car and received his duffle bag from the boot. he slung it over his shoulder and stared up at the house.

cooper and his father had already gone inside, leaving the front door wide open.

"hey you. you must be blaine" a voice broke blaine from his reverie, it was a beautiful voice. it was smooth and a little high pitched.

blaine turned his head to the sound of the voice. there was a boy, around his age, leaning on the fence in the garden next door. this must be his neighbour. the boy's hair was perfectly coiffed and the colour of his hair made his smooth porcelain skin stand out. his eyes were bright and he had a nose ring. from what blaine could see, the boy was tall and slender. his arms were muscly like he worked out a lot. his hair was a light brown with pink highlights in. he had a tattoo on the top half of his arm but it was hard to tell what it was from afar.

despite his piercings and cigarette hanging from his mouth, this boy was hot. really hot. blaine smiled back at the boy and walked over to the fence.

"how did you know?" blaine asked cheekily. the boy laughed at him and smiled brightly.

"i spoke to your mom quiet a lot. she's nice. she never stops talking about you. I'm kurt by the way" the boy winked at blaine and blaine blushed in return.

"and before you say anything let me just give you some advice. don't go to the opposite side of town unless you want to get the shit beaten out of you. and if any of the jackass's give you any shit, tell me. I'll sort them out. also if you're wondering, which you probably are. I'm not a goth or anything like that. I'm a bad ass. not to boast or anything. and after speaking to your mother and finding out you got kicked out of three different schools because you're gay, I'm gonna look out for you." kurt said. he was serious but blaine could tell he was trying hard not to laugh. Blaine's mother appeared at the door, asking for Blaine's help.

"go on Blainers. we can talk later" kurt winked at blaine and once again received an adorable blush from the boy. blaine walked towards the house and gave his mom a tight hug.

"blaine can you go get the last two suitcases from the car?" Blaine's dad asked him from the kitchen.

"sure thing" blaine galloped down the stairs, taking his dads car keys from the rack and heading out the door. sure enough kurt was in his garden. he was sitting on the hood of his silver auston martin v12 vanquish. he was sucking on a cigarette and was with a group of people.

there was a sexy latina girl who stood furthest away from kurt

there was one more girl. she had bright pink hair which looked like it used to be blonde. he had a nose ring but still looked like a beautiful cheerleader kind of girl. she was small and slender and smiled at everyone.

there was a boy stood next to the smiley blonde girl. he had a Mohawk and puffed on a cigarette like kurt.

there was another boy. he was tall and slightly awkward on his feet.

the last boy was blonde and had big lips. his hair was obviously died and styled in a Justin Beiber kind of way.

blaine reached the car and unlocked the boot.

"hey Blainers" kurt called over. he lifted his hand in a slight wave and blaine smiled at him.

"hey kurt" he called back.

the latina girl eyed him like he was her prey.

"well aren't you a pretty little pony" she said. she placed a hand on her hip and licked her lips.

"fuck off Santana" kurt said to her. it was obvious these two didn't get along.

blaine started to pull the suitcases from the boot.

"bite me!" she retorted.

"gladly!" he snarled back at her.

"come on guys! stop the violence" the sweet blonde said.

kurt jumped from his car and walked over to blaine. he threw his cigarette away before entering Blaine's garden.

"need a hand?" he asked. he lifted one of the suitcases without any effort and followed blaine into the house.

"hey mrs. Anderson" kurt smiled sweetly at Blaine's mother and she smiled back.

"come on i want to introduce you to my friends" kurt grabbed Blaine's hand and directed him out side.

he pulled him into his own garden and blaine felt uncomfortable with everyone starring at him.

"ok this is finn. he's my stepbrother" kurt pointed to the tall boy and they exchanged a smile.

"and this is Noah. otherwise known as puck. he's my wingman" kurt pointed to the boy with the Mohawk and he extended a fist. blaine bumped his own fist against puck's.

"and this is sam but everyone calls him trouty mouth because of his lips" kurt pointed to the blonde. sam just glared at kurt, obviously his lips were a touchy subject.

"and then we have Quinn. she's sweet as pie but she can be a bitch" kurt pointed out the smiley girl and she glared at him in mock horror. she hugged blaine, smiling as usual.

"and then there's Santana. also known as Satan. she's a bitch and we can't stand each other. she will try to have sex with you. just thought I'd let you know" kurt pointed to the latina girl. she was glancing at her finger nails.

"oh please. you try to get in everyone's pants Hummel" he said, still inspecting her nails.

kurt shrugged as if it was no big deal.

"so are you coming to McKinley?" finn asked. blaine nodded.

"and if any one from karofsky's gang gives him shit let me know. it's bean a while since I've had a reason to beat him shitless" kurt said. he was deadly serious.

"yes boss!" puck said. he threw his cigarette on the floor and stomped on it.

"why do you care anyway?" Santana asked.

"why is it any of your business bitch?" kurt asked, his voice venomous.

"bastard!" she whispered under her breathe

"can i give you a lift to school tomorrow?" kurt asked blaine. blaine nodded and kurt laughed at his innocence.

"have a good day at school honey. and say hey to kurt for me" Blaine's mother shouted to him as he left through the front door. kurt was waiting by his car, twirling his keys in between his fingers.

"hey you. you look sexy today" kurt winked at blaine and he blushed.

"thanks i guess.." blaine said. kurt's comments didn't make him uncomfortable. he just didn't know how to respond.

kurt signalled for blaine get in the passengers seat and he did so. kurt started the car and drove off down the road.

"i was being serious when i said I'd look out for you. if karofsky gives you shit let me know. he's a bastard and needs to learn his lesson" kurt was staring intently on the road.

"why do you hate him so much?" blaine asked. of course he didn't get an answer.

kurt pulled up inside the parking lot. he looked out the window, whispered something under his breath and got out of the car slamming his door behind him. blaine copied his action.

"thanks kurt. for the ride and everything.." blaine said a little awkwardly. kurt walked beside blaine.

"anytime gorgeous" kurt winked and blaine rolled his eyes and kurt laughed at him.

"oh look. the whore has another gay butt buddy!" a low voice came from behind them. kurt turned around immediately recognising the voice. he had a pocket knife in his hand. 'how the fuck did he get that?' blaine asked himself. Blaine's eyes were wide.

"fuck off karofsky! I am not afraid to cut you." so this was the famous karofsky. blaine saw kurt inch forward and he quickly grabbed his arm to hold him back.

the boy just laughed and carried on walking.

"pussy!" kurt screamed at him. a few people turned to stare whilst the other boy just kept walking.

kurt pocketed his knife and turned back to blaine.

"thanks Blainers. i can't help it sometimes. and i can't get caught on school ground or I'm out of here for good"

blaine was waiting for kurt at his car. over all he had a good day. he met some nice people. he noticed karofsky walking over to the car where blaine was standing. blaine put his hands in the pockets of his coat and glared at the boy. usually blaine wasn't one to judge but he decided he didn't like him.

"oi." karofsky called to him.

blaine kept his glare as he came closer.

"do me a favour will ya?" he asked. blaine just glared at him. not saying a word.

"tell your little whore that he better watch his mouth unless he wants another 'accident'. he knows what i mean" karofsky was about to walk away when blaine spoke up.

"sorry. but I'm not your little messenger boy, so stop being a pussy and tell him yourself" blaine didn't know where this was coming from. yes he'd thought with his fists before but he never used harsh words. also karofsky could break his arm at any moment.

karofsky tapped his face twice.

"be a good boy won't you? i wouldn't want to have to pay kurt an un invited visit now would i? i know burt doesn't like me very well and i don't think he would appreciate me beating the shit out of his fag of a son in his own home"

karofsky didn't say anything more. he just left with his friends following behind. kurt arrived a few minutes later. he flirted with blaine until he realised there was an edge to blaine.

"what's wrong blaine?" kurt asked. and he sincerely wanted to know. blaine told him what was wrong and kurt was pissed. really pissed. kurt didn't speak he just glared at the road ahead of him.

"so what do you want to talk about?" blaine asked. breaking the silence.

"i know a place. it's nice and peaceful. we can talk there" kurt signalled to the road he was driving down.

kurt pulled up behind an old house. it wasn't hard to tell that no one had been in there for years. they both got out of the car and kurt took Blaine's hand, directing him down a lonely pathway. when they reached the end of the path, blaine gasped. the grass was emerald green and cut to size, although he didn't know how, there was a lake flowing next to the surroundings and the out side of the grass was lined with trees. it was a very hard place to find and was surprised kurt had found it at all.

kurt smiled at Blaine's reaction and took him into the middle of the field.

the sun was shining perfectly onto the open spot. they sat down cross-legged and looked around.

"i come here to think. I'm the only one that knows it's here. i found it after i had been in a fight with karofsky and his gang. i was pissed and just started walking. then i found it."kurt said aloud. it was mainly to himself really.

blaine noticed a tattoo on kurt's wrist. it was a name. it was all black and written in a beautiful swirly font.

"is that your girlfriend?" blaine asked. he didn't realise he had asked the question aloud.

kurt traced a finger over his tattoo.

it spelled the word: Elizabeth.

blaine didn't know as much about kurt as kurt knew of him.

"no. It's my mother. i got it after i joined Karofsky's gang a couple years back. I realise you're confused and i wanted to bring you here so i could tell you my story. and just so you know, I'm gay" kurt said. blaine was shocked that this amazing boy infront of him could be gay. did he have a chance with kurt?

"so do you want to hear my story? it may be a little disturbing so you don't have to. i just thought i should tell you seeing as you asked why i hated the karofsky's" kurt asked.

blaine nodded. he wanted to know everything about this boy.

"ok. well it's a long story so get comfortable" blaine moved over to lie on his tummy. placing his chin in his hands he stared up at kurt, waiting for him to start.

"i had just turned 15. my mum was seriously ill and in hospital. my dad was like a zombie and we never spoke. i felt like he had neglected me and i already felt like i wanted to die. my father stopped going to the garage and i thought we would lose it. then we would lose the house aswell as a loved one. so i started to work in the garage. one day when i was working, Brad karofsky came in. told me he knew about my mom and dad and he took me under his wing. i used to be a good kid. i did my homework everyday. i was a big part in McKinley's glee club. i knew brad was a bad guy. i knew he got arrested all the time and i knew he scared the shit out of everyone, including me. he was two years older than me and treated me like a brother. although he already had a brother, dave karofsky. he didn't let dave in his gang but he let me in. me and dave were the same age and he was in a couple of my classes. i knew everyone was scared of dave but that was only because of his brother. dave started to hate me. but the more he hated me the popular i became. i got all this attention that i craved. brad made me do things for him. steal something, slash someone's tyres, set fire to someone's bin. that kind of stuff. i became brad's favourite in the gang. when i got the news my mother had died in hospital, i went crazy. i started doing more and more crime for brad and it helped me out. i never bullied anyone, i wasn't like that. but i liked being feared. i liked being loved. after the death of my mother i changed entirely. i got a nose ring and a tattoo. i started to through my body around and sleeping with guys who idolized me. man, i still do. i hate being this person though. dave finally got into his brothers gang. he still hated me and the fact his brother thought me more of a brother than him. so he framed me. stole some money and said i did it. brad beat the shit out of me. and i mean he actually beat the shit out of me. i had a broken rib, swollen eye, broken nose and this" kurt lifted up his shirt to reveal a large, very large and very deep, scare going from his shoulder down to his hip in a diagonal line.

"then when my dad got a little better he saw what was happening to me and tried to sort me out. i love him and he loves me but it didn't change anything. it's a little different now. dad married carol, finn's mom. finn is the only one who really knows me. so after i recovered a went to the one person i knew who stood up to brad. Noah puckerman. he used to always hang around with artie abrahms so that was cool. he got finn and sam involved and eventually the girls. we started setting fire to their cars down in Broady's. they knew it was our little gang and ever since we've been enemies. it's kind of funny really. it's like a superhero film. but sometimes it gets too out of hand and someone get's hurt. take Artie Abrahms. he was in our gang and he set fire to brad's car. he's in a wheelchair now and isn't the same person he used to be. I'm always getting in to trouble. i warned you about going down there because they will kill you. maybe not physically but what I've heard you're a good guy. but you fight back and i like that about you. but if you fight back to one of them, you wont survive."

kurt finished his story and they sat in silence.

"but listen to when i tell you this blaine. I'm poison. I'll hurt you. sometimes i just can't help it. so just as a warning I'm always going to make comments about getting in your pants" kurt turned the last part into a joke, getting another cute blush from blaine.

"you're really cute when you blush, you know." kurt said. blaine laughed at him.

"nice try, but sadly I'm not the type who has quickies behind the bike shed"

kurt pulled a mock pout and then laughed.

"technically we're behind an old house" kurt laughed.

"doesn't change anything" blaine laughed with him. he never acted like this, this kind of stuff usually made him uncomfortable.

"shame.." kurt said, shaking his head mockingly.

"have you ever had a boyfriend?" blaine asked curiously.

kurt shook his head and looked away.

"no. s'not my style. I'm more about the physical than the emotional. why do you ask?" kurt asked. he looked into Blaine's hazel eyes, but blaine avoided the question.

"why is that?" he asked. he found himself getting lost in kurt's unusual eyes.

"i told you. I'm poison. people only get hurt" kurt look away guiltily, as if there was something he wasn't telling blaine. blaine could tell.

"what aren't you telling me?" blaine asked. kurt tried to look away but blaine took his face in his hands.

"I've never felt like this blaine. I've only known you for a day but i feel like i have known you my whole life. and i don't want to hurt you" kurt felt so vulnerable at that moment. he stared into Blaine's eyes and he tried so hard not to fall in love with them.

"me too" blaine whispered. he took kurt's hands in his and moved into a sitting position.

"i can't hurt you blaine. you're just going to get hurt. i don't mind looking out for you but being my friend, it's just to risky" kurt said. he looked away towards the flowing water. it sparkled in the sun and it looked perfect.

"you said yourself that it's just a mask, you wouldn't hurt me if it's true. i know it's crazy but i trust you, despite what you told me" blaine followed kurt's gaze towards the sparkling lake.

"you know what's crazy? i trust you two. and i never trust people" blaine was amazed by how this day had started out. and now he was sat in a beautiful field, holding hands with lima's sexiest boy.

I'm just going to hurt you blaine. I'm gonna fuck you up so bad and i just can't do that to you" kurt shook his head again. he stood up pulling blaine with him and walked over to the lake, picking up some pebbles and skimming them.

"what do you mean by that?"blaine asked. he copied kurt in picking up a handful of pebbles and skimming them also.

"i'm not a good guy to hang around with" kurt said. he looked at blaine and started laughing.

"so are you just trying to steal my virtue?" blaine asked. he started giggling whilst kurt stuck his tongue out revealing a tongue peicering. it was blue, the same colour as his eyes.

blaine suddenly felt the urge to kiss kurt. to feel his tongue moving with kurt's.

'this boy is a bad influence on me' blaine thought to himself.

"geez blaine. i only stuck my tongue out at you" kurt laughed at Blaine's reaction to him. he had been with enough guys to know what blaine was thinking. blaine blushed at kurt's comment and quickly looked away.

"I'm not going to kiss you blaine. as much as i would like to stick my tongue down your throat right now" blaine rolled his eyes. he knew kurt was only messing but he couldn't help but think how much he wanted to two.

"come on. it's getting late and i don't want everyone to think I'm getting emotionally attached to you" kurt said. he turned around and made his way back up the hidden pathway.

"you're usually a lot quicker, kurtie. he must be a good." Santana said, smirking at blaine. they both climbed out of kurt's car.

the two boys rolled their eyes at her crude comment.

'he really wasn't lying when he said he slept with everyone then?' he thought to himself.

"fuck off Santana. I'm not in the mood for your shit" instead of Santana commenting on kurt's words, she turned around and walked into kurt's house.

blaine noticed how kurt's mood changed from when he was with him and when we was with his friends.

"give me your phone" kurt said. blaine raised an eyebrow but handed it to him anyway. kurt typed in his phone number and when he handed it back.

blaine checked his alarm clock- 2:32 A.M

'great' he thought to himself. there was no way he could go back to sleep now. he walked over to the window, stretching his arms. he looked out through the window at the dark sky. the only light was from the lamp posts in the street and an open window from next door. he looked out through his window and into kurt's, which was directly across from his.

'this is a lot like that taylor swift music video' he thought to himself. he wondered why kurt was still awake but couldn't think of a reason.

kurt appeared in the window, he didn't see blaine looking at him. he was naked from the waist above. he wore only a pair of old sweats. his porcelain skin shone beautifully as he stood under the light. he had his hands behind his head, flexing his muscles. his chest, chiselled to perfection.

you're welcome for the mental image that created-Unicornbow-tiesandrainbows.

'this is slightly perverted' he thought to himself. he walked away from the window, grabbing his phone and finding kurt in his contacts.

you awake?- blaine

of course blaine already knew the answer, but kurt didn't know that blaine had just been staring at him through his window.

yes. can't sleep. meet me in the garden-K

blaine threw on his old Dalton hoodie and ran down the stairs, unlocking the door and running to meet kurt.

kurt walked towards him. he saw kurt was still wearing his old sweats but had covered his muscular chest in a hoodie.

"Hot. but i thought you weren't one for quickies behind the bike shed or wherever the fuck we go. you came across being all about emotion. guess i was wrong" kurt's voice travelled closer to him and blaine was confused. kurt's eyes flickered to Blaine's lower half and blaine looked down.

he realised he was only wearing boxers along with his hoodie.

he smacked his forehead with his palm.

"shit. hold on" before blaine turned around.

he came back with some sweat pants on

blaine smiled at kurt. kurt had this really cute thing going on and blaine couldn't figure out what it was.

"why are you awake so late?" blaine asked him. he started shivering and kurt noticed.

kurt wrapped an arm around him and pulled him in close.

"just thinking" kurt wasn't going to say anything else so blaine kept pushing.

"about?.." blaine asked.

"our conversation brings back a lot of un wanted memories" kurt starred straight ahead as they walked down the street. blaine had no idea where they were was different with kurt. not in a bad way. just different.

kurt and blaine stopped at the end. they had come to a park and stood under a tree.

kurt sighed.

"you haven't been trying to seduce me all night" blaine said, raising is eyebrows.

kurt laughed.

"i don't have to try. if i wanted in your pants i would've had you already" kurt said.

blaine laughed with him.

"oh really and why is that?" blaine asked him.

"I'm just to sexy to resist. I have some kind of power" kurt said sarcastically.

"yer ok-" blaine was saying.

"shit blaine! it's karofsky. that dickslash! what the fuck is he doing down here, he knows he isn't allowed!. come on lets go.I'm not in the mood for a fight" kurt directed blaine back down the street.

"do i get a goodbye kiss?" kurt said. we wiggled his eyebrows. blaine just laughed at him. when it was obvious the answer was no, kurt stuck out his tongue.

"very mature of you kurt" blaine said jokingly.

"I'll give you a lift to school tomorrow, K?" kurt asked. blaine groaned as he remembered he had school in less than a couple of hours but smiled at kurt.

"see you in the morning" blaine said he turned around to walk into his house.