Ugh homework. I hate it with a passion. Especially homework done on Prezi. So I'm kind of avoiding it to post this chapter and chapter two, because they're done already.

I do not own anything except the idea (and even then, it's not just mine).

Blaine was slammed into a locker for the fourth time that day.

"Stay out of our way, hobbit. You should know better by now." A big jock he didn't know the name of told him. Nameless friends high-fived the idiotic jock and they all walked away, laughing.

Blaine winced, definitely not for the first time. He decided to get home before things got worse for him. There was no glee club after school today, which worked out better for him. His fellow members would be telling him off for being late instead of noticing the bruises that were surely beginning to form.

Blaine walked as fast as he could to his locker, avoiding anyone who would try to hurt him. He spun the dial as fast as he could. 16, 38, 9…he cursed under his breath as he missed the 38 and started again.

Yanking open the locker door, Blaine grabbed all his books and shoved them into his bag, not bothering to find the specific ones that he had to use for homework. He just wanted to get home.

He was about to close the door, but he couldn't do that before performing his usual ritual or staring into the picture-perfect (literally; the first thing he'd done in freshman year was hang his picture up on the door) face of Kurt Hummel.

Kurt was absolutely perfect, in Blaine's eyes. Everything about him was inspiring and amazing. Kurt's voice had more than once sung him to sleep when he was having particularly bad nights. Kurt's face was the first thing Blaine saw in the morning. He'd gone through almost the same things Blaine had.

Blaine had Kurt to look up to so he could get through it all. Blaine loved him with every piece of him. The only thing Blaine really wanted, other than for the bullies to stop tormenting him, was to meet Kurt. That would probably never happen though, seeing as Kurt was a superstar.

He was an incredibly successful actor, a gifted singer with a beautiful voice, and a former inhabitant of Lima, Ohio before he was discovered and rocketed to the top of the Hollywood food chain. Blaine could only dream of anything having to do with him.

He smoothed the picture down and sighed with longing before he closed his locker door shut and made his way to the doors of the building. Blaine knew what he was doing when he got home.

Making it home before the rest of his family was easy. His dad worked late hours and his mom usually socialized during the day. Sometimes he loathed being an only child like Rachel did, but most times he appreciated it. Now was one of those times.

He kicked off his shoes and wandered into the kitchen, looking for something to eat. After finding an apple and a couple cookies, he took the stairs two at a time to his room. Getting to his Kurt covered room, he sat on his bed and searched through his bag, looking for something.

Finding what he wanted, he threw his bag into the corner of his bedroom without a second thought. He replaced his snacks, previously dangling precariously off his bed, with a book he'd been reading on his bedside table. Blaine set the paper and pen he'd pulled out of his bag on the book and, after a glance of the massive collage he had of Kurt Hummel on his wall, he began to write.

Dear Kurt,

Hi. I'm Blaine.

Um, okay, that was the lamest attempt at an opening ever. Sorry about that. It's just that, I'm really nervous. I've thought about writing to you for so long but this is the first time I'm being courageous enough to do it. So, since I'm being courageous, I might as well tell you. You're my favorite actor, my favorite singer, my favorite freaking person on this entire planet. And…I've had a crush on you ever since I first saw you. There. I told you. I'm gay. And you, you probably – not even probably, you do – know how hard it is being an out gay kid in Lima Ohio. You especially know how it is at McKinley, your old school. Did you know that they've got pictures and articles of you in the main entrance? The school that hated you is trying to make a name for itself using your fame. But that's not why I'm writing to you.

I'm writing because you're the only person who understands exactly what I'm going through. And as miserable as I am (don't take this the wrong way! I'm not trying to make you feel sorry for me!) I kind of really like having that connection with you. Call me twisted, but it makes my life worth living, having the knowledge that you went through the same things and came out of it the better man. I admire you so much for that. You changed my life because you did. You showed me that it's possible to live through this torture.

But I need to know how you did it. It's becoming so much worse now than it has been for the last three years. It might be because this year is graduation and they're trying to fit fifty years' worth of 'punishment'. Honestly, I don't know. What I do know is that I'm bruised all over right now and I've been on the verge of screaming for weeks. I can't because my friends would get mad at me for hurting my vocal cords. I can't even tell anyone. My parents wouldn't care even if they were around more. My friends get almost the same treatment because we're all in glee club so they'd tell me not to complain. I know this is a lot to ask of you but … could you…no. Ineed you to write back. Even with a simple 'hello' because that would show me that you care about what I'm saying. That alone will help me get through the coming months. Just…please, Kurt. I've been reduced to begging. Please.

I want to know that I didn't just waste all this paper. Save the Trees and all that.

Your (biggest) fan,

Blaine Anderson

Blaine shuddered. He was on the verge of tears. He'd finally written to his idol and he'd finally told someone about all of his problems. The fact that he'd told Kurt Hummel about his troubles had yet to sink in.

Blaine got up determinedly. He was going to go mail his letter before he lost his nerve. He'd had an envelope addressed for months just for this purpose. Blaine slipped the letter in and closed the flap.

Right before he left his room, he looked at his biggest poster of Kurt, the face of the star smiling down at him. Blaine shut his eyes and whispered, "Please, Kurt. Please write back. Please care. Please." Opening his eyes, he left his room, shutting the door behind him.

Blaine walked up to the mail drop, breathing hard. This was his last chance to back out, and he didn't want to take it. Bravery was something he valued, something he wanted to be able to say he had.

He dropped his letter in.

Hey again. I was going back and forth between actually doing this by myself or not, but I had to go on the email address I use for this (I don't use it very often) and I saw that three people had already followed me from my last attempt at this with my co-author. I had to deliver, I couldn't let you down. I hope you like it!