"Blaine, how much do you know about the new kid?" Wes asked, looking up from his computer screen. Blaine looked up from his maths work, mildly confused.

"You mean Kurt?" he asked, frowning slightly. Wes nodded. "A bit-he's gay, got bullied out of his old school by a closeted homophobe, apparently can sing like Faith Hill…" Wes nodded again. Blaine went back to his maths, although he couldn't concentrate. Kurt had transferred two days ago, but he didn't say why. Sure, the bullying was bad, but he had been so strong. Why did he suddenly snap? Blaine decided it didn't matter. No one should have to go through that, any of that, and Kurt had every right to move.

"What's his surname?" Blaine rolled his eyes.

"Do not Facebook stalk him, Wes," he sighed. Wes snorted.

"I'm not going to, mainly because I have heard you complain many times about him lack of internet usage." Blaine blushed. It was true-he had wanted Kurt to get a Facebook, mainly because he didn't want to waste Kurt's money on texting when Facebook was an option. But Kurt had gone slightly pale, shook his head, and muttered something about 'Not a necessary thing…" Blaine had left the subject. He didn't like seeing Kurt upset, but it had confused him a little over the weeks.

"Good."

"I'm googling him." Blaine snapped his book shut.

"Wes!" The Chinese boy smirked.

"I want to see if there are any videos of him on youtube. I need to know his range if he wants to join," he explained. Blaine sighed, and went to have a shower. Kurt was going to come over to help Blaine with his French in half an hour, and he wanted to look refreshed. Blaine bit his lip. Why the hell did he care? It was ridiculous.

Wes, on the other hand, craftily googled the new kid, searching New Directions, then getting a list.

One upside was that he got to watch their rivals Regionals performance. And he had to admit, it got him a little worried. New Directions were strong-their vocals were good, although it was always the same midget and lumber-jack singing lead, with the background vocals adding in. He saw Kurt in the background, blending in with the group. But it was their dancing that scared him the most.

There were about four of them-a stunning Latino girl, a blonde stick figure, an Asian boy (Wes nodded in approval) and, surprisingly, Kurt-who moved brilliantly. The rest of the group were good as well, even the beautiful blonde girl who looked like she was about to give birth. Literally. She was probably seven or eight months pregnant, and kept clutching her stomach during the performance.

Their music choice was a little odd-someone must have been a major Journey fan-but they pulled it off. Everyone looked alive, and there was this chemistry between the leads that drew you in. But the most interesting thing was that they were all pretty much doing their own thing. They were working together, but more like separate, coordinated limbs than one.

Wes watched a few more, then searched Kurt Hummel. He was surprised to find that there were about twenty videos on one page, and three playlists down the bottom, all with ten or so videos. Ignoring the playlists, Wes clicked on a video labelled 'Single Ladies'.

When Blaine walked out of the bathroom, hair freshly washed and springy, he was startled to find Wes laughing his head off.

"What's so hilarious?" Kurt walked through the door, startling both the boys. Wes quickly sobered up, but even looking at the younger boy set him off again. Blaine rolled his eyes.

"Don't you know how to knock, new kid?" he asked lightly. Kurt raised an eyebrow.

"I tried, quite a few times, but apparently nobody heard me," he looked at Wes pointedly. "Has anybody ever told you your laugh sounds like a donkey?" Wes frowned.

"It has been said," he admitted. Blaine smirked, then repeated Kurt's earlier question. Wes bit his lip, looked at Kurt, and started braying again. Blaine sighed, and walked over to Wes' computer, and pressed play.

"All the single ladies, all the single ladies…" Blaine looked over to Kurt, who had turned white.

"Oh, no…" his lower lip trembled. He walked over to Wes' laptop, and tried to slam the laptop shut. Wes' head snapped up.

"Oh, come on, it was hilarious," he whined, pushing the smaller boy's hands out of the way. Wes continued to cackle at the sight of Kurt dancing with two girls to the song, but Blaine looked up at Kurt, who was white and shaking. He stood up and walked over to the bed, trying to calm him down. The song cut off, and was replaced by a boy with a seriously nasal voice.

"And that, my dear viewers, was just a sample of the gay," Jacob Israel smirked. "Go to my blog, in the description below, for more Faggy Moments." And the video cut off. Wes, who had sobered up, turned around to face the two boys. One, who was shaking, almost hyperventilating, and the other, who was staring at him, trying to calm the boy in his arms down. Blaine looked up to Wes, and it was easy to see that pain and anger in his eyes, as well as bewilderment.

"Kurt, what was that?" he asked flatly. Kurt calmed down slightly, and answered, "Didn't you see? It was me showing off how faggy I am." Blaine's jaw clenched.

"I don't mean that," he said. "I mean the comment afterwards." Kurt snorted.

"Just your average cyber-slap," he replied, wiping his eyes. Blaine looked towards Wes worriedly.

"Average? Kurt, that's not normal." Kurt smiled sadly.

"Well, for me, that's a lot better than normal, Blaine," he picked at the quilt he was sitting on, then sat abruptly upright. "Wait, why are we discussing this? You have a French test tomorrow, and you still don't get Imparfait!" Kurt got up to grab his books, but Blaine pulled him back.

"No," he said determinedly. "We are going to talk about this. You told me the bullying was bad, and you told me about Karofsky, but you never actually told me what happened. What about the teachers? Your friends? Why didn't anyone say anything?" Kurt just looked overwhelmed, and Wes cut in smoothly.

"Kurt, you said that that was 'better than normal'," he said, coming and sitting on the ground in front of the other two. "What was normal?" Blaine saw Kurt collect himself, then try to explain flippantly.

"Oh, you know, property defacing, creepy notes and phone calls, locker slams, slushie facials, comments, dumpster dumps, laughing, slurs, the occasional beat up, being banned from boys locker rooms…" Blaine and Wes stared. Kurt continued, "Being locked in a porter-potty, having your stuff stolen, general bullying slash homophobic behaviour…" Blaine snapped.

"How the hell is that normal?" he yelled, getting off the bed. "How the hell did people let that go on for so long?" Again, Wes tried to calm things down.

"What type of notes and phone calls?" he asked. Kurt shrugged, staring worriedly at Blaine, who had frozen in the corner, shaking.

"You know, 'Die, Fag', 'Homo freak', 'Leave before you infect the world with your fagginess'…" Kurt hiccupped, "'Why don't you kill yourself now and save us all the trouble…'" Blaine spun around.

"What?" he cried. "They said that?" Kurt nodded, slightly worried.

"Ever wondered why I don't have Facebook?" he asked. Blaine went white.

"They wrote those things on your wall?" Kurt nodded again. "Shit." Wes frowned.

"What are locker slams?" he asked.

"Um…" Kurt bit his lip. "Pretty much what the sound like. A jock comes up behind you and slams you into the lockers. You should see some of the bruises I got…" he trailed off. Blaine looked like he was about to kill something.

"Slushie Facials?"

"We had a slushie machine at school," Kurt tried to gauge Blaine's reaction, "and the jocks would fill them up and chuck them in your face or your hair or down your shirt as you were walking down the hallways. Sometimes they mega-slushied you, which was when the entire non-glee team threw them onto you at once." Blaine still hadn't moved from the corner.

"Dumpster Dumps?"

"When a group from the football team would pick you up and dump you in one of the trash cans…"

"Occasional beat-up?"

"If I really pissed off the jocks they would give me a bit of a punch up…"

"And let me guess, they only hit you where you couldn't see?" Kurt frowned.

"Why would you think that?" he asked. "They didn't care. Nobody cared. People came and watched, videotaped, took photos of everything. I'm pretty sure they're all on Jacob's blog, anyway." Wes stared, and Blaine walked out of the room.

"Blaine…" Kurt stood up, and went after him.

Don't hate me! More coming soon…