[A/N: Disclaimer: This is a school project but my teacher is not going to see all of what I post here or you message me here. If there are any warnings/triggers I will post them on each chapter]

Chapter 1

He hated walking home from school. He absolutely refused the walking to school because should the lamb really have to walk his fluffy butt two miles to the slaughterhouse? No. His dad gives him rides to his demise. Walking home at least gave the motivation of the thought of hiding in his basement bedroom away from the agony that is high school. But after his forty-five minute break he would have to do the agony that is high school homework. So he sighed and continued his trek home with his clomping Doc Martens in time with the Lady GaGa pounding in his ears through headphones.

It was only his third day back at school from winter break and he was already so done. Done with all the stress and done with all the hooligans. You could say that Kurt Hummel, the boy in question, was at the bottom of the food chain. The only unicorn in a sea of horses and donkeys. Teased because how his clothes were 'too girly for a guy' but then all of sudden they were all too fitting for a 'girl' or 'ladyface' like him. Bigotry is pretty hard, ya know, for kids with GPAs under 1.5.

Kurt finally reached the house where he and his dad lived. He unlocked the door and kicked of his shoes. After grabbing a bottle of lemon sparkling water from the fridge, Kurt went down to his bedroom and flopped as gracefully as you can flop onto his already messy bed. He usually would change out of his painfully tight skinny jeans and into some sweat pants but he was just too tired.

Today was a particularly frustrating Glee Club meeting. They had spent two and a half hours rehearsing the choreography to a mash-up of Singing In the Rain and Umbrella that their teacher and his girlfriend have the solo on. 'Mr. Shue sure is creative' Kurt had been thinking to himself through out the entire time. At least the costumes he and another glee girl have to make are going to be cute.

He'd joined the glee club to try and find people like him. There were a few girls in there that he had befriended but he didn't have any really good friends. He was always the backup friend or the gay shopping buddy. All Kurt really wanted was to be someone's most important person. He wasn't crazy enough to think he could find a boyfriend; this is Lima, Ohio we are talking about. Just maybe someone who got all his random musical references and read books as much as he did. Maybe even similar taste in music and have a basic level of nerdiness?

The worst part was that Kurt knew there were tons of people like him out there. He had a Tumblr, after all. But all those people were nowhere near his little hick town.

He checked his phone for the time. "7 o' clock," Kurt hissed, "Well those rhombuses and kites aren't going to find the area of themselves." He pulled his almond colored leather messenger bag from its uncomfortable position under his denim-clad hip and started pulling out his notebooks and other materials.

Blaine sighed as he put a blank composition notebook into his bag. He checked the clock on his phone, his watch was still in hidden in some box, to see it was already 7 o' clock. He'd been packing and repacking his navy canvas backpack with all his new pristine school supplies for almost an hour. There was no doubt that he was nervous for his first day at school tomorrow. He had his outfit picked out already (new boat shoes, black polo, red skinny jeans and his lucky bowtie) and laid out on the one of the stacks of boxes in his room. He was showered and in his flannel pajamas. So far all he had unpacked were his clothes and extensive collection of books, DVDs, and VHSs (the only good way to watch the classics).

Blaine Anderson had moved to Lima only a few days ago after all. He was born in San Francisco and lived there for a couple years with his mom, dad, and older brother, Cooper. But after that they never stayed anywhere for more than 5 years because Mr. Anderson was a banker. Cooper had left to go pursue a career in acting 4 years ago when Blaine was 12. Blaine was alone often after that. His dad would spend more and more time at the bank and his mom went back to work at her old nursing job. Now his dad was an executive at a bank and his mom continued at the big hospital here in Ohio.

He looked around at the blank white walls of his bedroom. The piles of boxes next to his massive bookcases and his cello in its case leaning in the corner. The pieces to his bed-frame and his sad twin mattress lying on the floor with just a pillow and duvet on top of it. Blaine set down the book bag he was still clutching and kneeled down before flopping down onto the mattress and pulling the cover up to his chin. He was rather small for a high schooler so a few moves ago he had decided that a twin bed was perfectly acceptable for his hobbit like stature.

Blaine thought about all the friends he had made all over the country. He missed them tons, sure, but he wondered if they ever thought about him? Or did their lives carry one as if he had never even existed? Only a handful of the people who were his 'friends' have texted him since his latest relocation. He couldn't even stand going on Facebook anymore. Seeing his old friends taking pictures with their newer and better friends or posting how super fun the sleepover or party they had last night was. But Blaine was hopeful about this school. There was this feeling in his gut. As Tony would say, "Something's coming, don't know when, but it's soon."

Blaine fell asleep humming the soundtrack of West Side Story to himself.

[A/N: reviews or just ideas on how the story progresses would be hella rad]