Hi everyone. So some of you may already have read some of my fan fiction before, but this is an entirely new story for everyone that I'm starting. For everyone new to my stories, why not check out For the Second Time, you may find you like it if you like this one :D I hope you all enjoy, new or old readers!

I don't own glee or the characters. (unfortunately I haven't convinced anyone to mail Darren Criss to me yet...)

Chapter One

Blaine Anderson had always felt on the side lines, all his life and at Dalton Academy for Boys it was no different. No matter how hard he tried, no one seemed to notice him. It was as though he were invisible. The first couple of days had been promising, giving him hope that he would gain the friends he had never known in his life before, with a few boys coming up to him and greeting him, but since then nothing. Not one word had been uttered to him, not one single 'Hello' or 'How are you?' He sat alone to eat in the dining hall, no one inviting him to join them. No teacher ever called on him for an answer, despite his constant efforts to get noticed by putting his hand up, even if he didn't know the answer. He was never invited to join any clubs and others had ignored him when he had asked to join.

Over the years he had become used to his parents passing him over for his big, shining star of a big brother. Cooper Anderson had always shined so brightly, and left Blaine to walk alone in his shadow, alone and generally unnoticed by his family. They seldom told him they loved him, comforted him when he was sad, took him into their arms when he felt alone. No matter how hard he tried to get his parents to see him, they rarely had. Only when the bullying had gotten too much for Blaine had they seemed to become the parents he had always wanted them to be. The loving, caring, comforting parents that supported him in his times of need. But it had not lasted long. In fact, it had gotten worse since he had joined Dalton. Now they didn't seem to acknowledge him at all. It had become so unbearable that he never even visited home any longer, but then, they were hardly ever there. Always on holidays, business trips or time away to see Cooper. Always Cooper. Blaine wished he could despise his brother, but the simple truth was that he could not. He loved him, whatever he was and what he made their parents. Cold and unfeeling. That is what they had become to him. An icy chasm that kept growing larger and larger and he fell deeper and deeper into it every time he saw them both.

School had been basically the same throughout his life. The only times he had ever been noticed was when some one had made fun of him, of how different he was from the other boys. Just because he liked to dress smartly or organise his things, pack his own lunch, play with his teddies rather than action figures of soldiers or cars. What was so wrong with that? At his school he began to hate being noticed. He even got to the stage when he wished he wasn't seen at all. He would slink from class to class, slipping through the sides of the corridors as fast as he could, finding a veiled corner in the shadows so no one could bully him, harass him, make fun of him. Eventually, it all became too much for him and so his parents transferred him to Dalton, where he was now. When he had transferred to Dalton Academy he saw it as a fresh start, a golden hope in the horizon. Somewhere where he could shine brightly and everyone could see him, notice him, want to know him, love him. He could be the golden boy of Dalton Academy. A legend. A superstar. But none of that had happened. He felt sometimes as though he had indeed jinxed himself with his wishes of being unnoticed by his bullies at his previous schools. That he had inadvertently through his wishing would forever more get neglected by every person alive.

Even outside of school he felt ignored. At coffee shops they would not take his orders, despite waiting for a long time to get his drinks. People just seemed to walk right by him when he queued up and he was too polite to say anything to a member of management. But it hurt. That no one would even give him the time of day.

The lonely feeling that had grown inside his heart since little had only seemed to expand the longer he spent at this school. He felt a little like a lost boy in Peter Pan, only he had no home. No one cared. It was almost as if Blaine Anderson did not even exist. Not in this world. He had been at Dalton academy for almost a year now and he had given up hope of anyone ever seeing him. Truly seeing him and who he was. He wanted the big welt in his heart to close up. The aching to stop. If just one person could just acknowledge him. That was all he could ever want. One friend to call his own. Someone to share his likes and dislikes, his feelings and dreams. Blaine Anderson had dreams. When he was young they had been larger than the world itself. Now his dream was for people to see him. To walk up onto a stage and play the piano and sing and people to hear him, see him, applaud him. Even if it only ever happened just the once. He would be happy. It would make him the happiest person in the world. He didn't need love and companionship, he couldn't kid himself that he would ever get that in droves, but just acknowledgement that he existed would be nice. That and one friend. That was all. He didn't think he was asking for too much.

He used to pray for love to happen to him. That was when he still thought someone out there might be listening to him. He knew now that they weren't. Every night he would sit in the Warbler's practice room by the piano and sing and play into the night, allowing tears to fall down the plains of his face at his loneliness. No one ever came to listen. No one seemed to hear his melancholy tunes.

No one. Not one soul.

And so as he sat at the grand piano as the moonlight flooded through the room from the windows, he cried for the life that he had been forsaken. At the thought of living alone forever. At the thought of never having the experience of a great friendship, or have a deep and ever lasting love without boundaries or limits, a deep and passionate kiss, sex in all its many forms, a simple touch of another human being, to know what real happiness is, joy, laughter, contentment, companionship. Why must he never experience any of these things? It was almost as though he were being punished for something that he did not even know he had committed.

And so, every day was the same for Blaine Anderson. He would walk down the hallways, unnoticed by all, sit alone at breakfast, passed over in lessons, ignored by peers, then finally weep for something he had never experienced in the first place. The deep and unbidden love of another.