Heyy everybody. This is just a rough draft of a story I am working on. Please feel free to leave constructive criticism, but not deliberately nasty ones. I would love to hear feedback from you. :D

In the darkness of a bedroom, a curly haired young man in his late teens, could be seen leaning against a headboard, clutching what looked to be another young man with chestnut brown hair and porcelain skin. The shaking figure of Kurt Hummel sobbed into his Ex Boyfriend's arms, struggling to keep his breathing even. He hadn't noticed the silent tears falling down his friend's cheeks.

"Shh, Kurt. You're okay, I won't let him hurt you." Blaine whispered into Kurt's ear, rubbing his back soothingly. Blaine figured that had this been under different circumstances, Kurt would have thrown a fit at the creases Blaine was creating in his brand new shirt. But the truth was, ruined clothes was the last thing on Kurt's mind right now. Blaine had known that something was wrong, the way Kurt's smile never seemed to reach his eyes anymore. Or the way he would tense up when someone touched him. But everytime Blaine had asked him if anything was wrong, he would tell him to stop been so melodramatic and that he was "fine". Lost in his thoughts, Blaine nearly missed Kurt's words.

"It's all your fault."

1 week earlier...

Blaine Anderson was laid in bed, debating whether he should move from the warmth of his duvet. It was the last day of Senior Year, and so he didn't have to be in School whilst eleven, and it was only half-eight. Looking to his left hand side, he noticed the picture of Kurt on his bedside table. Kurt was wearing a black suit, his hair styled perfectly and a pulling a poker face, which Blaine thought looked hot on him. Both the look and the outfit.

The picture had been taken a couple of weeks before regional's in Kurt's Senior Year. Blaine had laughed when Kurt had told him why he was dressed up. "Well, as you may well know, today is one year since our "Animal" performance, and you giving "Sexy" lessons. And because it all went awry back then, I figured we could try again?" Blaine had loved the idea, so he himself had gotten dressed up, and the two had spent a couple of hours posing and taking pictures of one another. Blaine had chosen this picture of Kurt as his favorite.

Blaine was startled out of his thoughts by the sound of his mobile. Reaching over and grabbing his phone, he slid the lock and noticed a message from none other than the man he had been thinking of.

Hey Blaine!

So, last day of School, how are you feeling? If I know you at all, you will be deciding whether or not to get out of bed. Are you not? Tell me I'm wrong? Didn't think so. Well, get your lazy butt out of bed Mr Anderson! It isn't everyday you graduate High School, I was up at half-five on my Grad Day. And since unlike me, you don't wake up looking perfect, you'd better start putting your Make-Up on now. ;) Only joking, I'm sure you look as handsome as ever with bed hair :) Listen, I'm sorry I can't make your graduation ceremony - but I will see you after! I have booked you a ticket to come over to New York, and we can celebrate in style. Anyway, have fun today. You should be proud of yourself - I am SO proud of you!
Love,

Kurt
OX

Blaine couldn't help but smile at Kurt's message, his bitch-i-ness just made him so endearing.
Spurred on, he jumped out of bed, throwing his phone on the mattress and skipping over to the en-suite. Half an hour later saw Blaine leaving the bathroom, a wide smile on his face. Having picked his outfit out lat night - with Kurt's assistance over the phone of course- he quickly dressed, and then went to drown his hair in Gel like everyday. However he chose not to, thinking he should make a change for the end of his High School Career. So instead, Blaine ran downstairs with his curls free.

As he entered the Kitchen, he walked over and kissed his Mother on the cheek, before moving over to the dining table and sitting down. As he glanced around, he noticed that a banner was hanging on the far wall, reading "Happy Graduation, Son". It's colouring of green clashing horridly with his Mother's decorated pink walls, much to his Father's dismay.

"Happy Graduation, my baby boy." His Mother whispered in his ear, as she placed an Omelette in-front of him, complete with a glass of Orange Juice. She also handed him a Card, which he thanked her for. "I can't believe my little boy is Graduating, Jerry." Melissa Anderson squealed as her husband entered. Jerry Anderson was a broad, stern looking man with distinctive features. "Little boy, Melissa? Are you sure? Only girls fancy men." Jerry growled, not looking once at Blaine.

Blaine coughed and then abruptly stood up, blushing an angry red. He glared at his Father, before hissing, "That was low - even for you." Kissing his Mother once more, he grabbed his card and stormed into the hallway. He lifted his coat off the hook and grabbed his bag, pulling the door open he walked out into the light rain, making sure to slam it behind him.

So far, Graduation Day was going great!

Thanks for reading. What you think? Is it worth carrying on? :)