A/N: Hi, this is my first fic but I've been thinking about writing one for a while. Thanks to my beta parawhoreswiftie I hope you like this chapter.

I do not own Glee, Kurt, Blaine or any other characters that I have mentioned.

Enjoy.

Distant screams were heard from across the hall, echoes of his name. It was her, reaching out to her beloved son, ash masking her face. The long beam above her snapped; the thriving fire demolishing the once stable and structured house surrounding them.

Waking from this once lived nightmare, Kurt Hummel continued to be his seventeen year old self, with one purpose in life: to be treated like everybody else. The fire that killed his mother eleven years ago, left part of him also killed and permanently scarred. The left side of his face left frayed and disfigured; he was yet another victim of the continuous and deadly fires that abominate this world with horror.

His scars have left him both emotionally and physically terrorised by his memories and his fellow classmates. Who knew that all people in Ohio could share the same opinion? That this 'hideous' but somehow caring and loving person could walk around without being abused or neglected by everyone who even glanced at him. Living this disastrous reality had lead Kurt to think that he doesn't deserve to live in this 'perfect' world anymore. All he wanted was to be accepted by the people around him and not be considered any different to people with natural beauty. But Dave Karofsky had a different idea.

"Hummel!"

He continued to walk the hallowed halls of McKinley with a bowed head trying his hardest not to get noticed, sick and tired of abuse, an army of words and exploitation attacking his every movement, compelling him to the ground. Sticks and stones...

"Hey Hummel!" Dave continued.

"What do you want, you damn Neanderthal?" the stricken boy replied, just praying that he hadn't made a mistake when even responding to the jock-like figure that was approaching him.

"I just wanted to remind that wreck of what you call a face that the talent contest is next Friday. Yeah, I know about that little Glee Club of yours, I better not see the rest of those fairies trying out, let alone you, you little fag." Dave explained whilst roughly knocking himself against Kurt's shoulder, forcing him to slam his hand against the row of grey lockers that lined the hallway.

Kurt's mind was unravelling before him. He slid down to the floor whilst holding back the tears that were desperate for his attention. Unable to fight them any longer, all the hurt and pain he had experienced reflected in them as they slowly crept from his pale blue eyes, racing down his cheeks. He held onto his hand as he reminisced in the thought of when he was younger. He finished school, even if he still got bullied because of his sexuality. I suppose he was lucky because he knew who he was from an early age; his ambitions for Broadway inspired him to be creative and passionate about himself and his work. However, he was young and didn't really understand what 'coming out' really was and meant to others. He had had to cope with this for most of his life, but it wasn't as bad when he had his mum to go home to.

He would tell her everything and she would do everything in her power to get those bullies their comeuppance. She always knew what to do and the best way to take care of her little boy. She would take him in her arms and embrace him. Her love filled up every ounce of his aching heart, literally evaporating his tears. Everything was better. But now she's gone, and she was never coming back. He no longer felt the warmth of his beloved mother around his shoulders. He no longer inhaled her perfume which always brightened his day.

He lived with his Dad and his step-mother, Carole. His Dad basically raised him after his mom died. They are each other's rock and their hope. Carole was great too. He loved her to bits but she wasn't his mother. The best thing was, was that she completely understood and would never do or say anything that would make him think that she was trying to replace her.

His scars now softened with the moisture from his tears, he was awakened from his trance by the sound of footsteps. He refused to look up, refused to be humiliated further. He was about to give this stranger a piece of his mind, until he saw a navy blue pair of boat shoes that came to an abrupt stop at his side. Oh, some other arsehole come to have a go at the disfigured member of society have they? Well, let's see what they've got... Taking a risk, Kurt turned his face to look up at this visitor. Blinded by the light, he adjusted his view to see a shorter boy with gelled back black hair. His red capri trousers fitted him perfectly, a little tight, well perfect in this fashionista's opinion. Although, that striped bow tie isn't needed with that black polo shirt whatsoever.

A nimble hand reached out through the surrounding crowd, grasping his damaged and bruised hand. It pulled Kurt through the hate and mistreatment to reveal the first person he had ever had rescue him in his time of distress. The cloud of abuse drifted identifying a pair of hazel eyes that gleamed under the lights and most of all the natural beauty that he yearned for.

Kurt was caught in the daze of his only defender whilst he launched his despair back at the inadequate bully that obviously had nothing better to do with his time. When he realised that this mystery hottie was shielding Kurt's honour, he quickly retreated back to his friends, deciding not to risk it, leaving nobody but Kurt and the boy. He turned to him in worry, concerned for him receiving the high amount of pain and suffering over the recurring years. He must feel heartbroken, deceived, damaged.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

"Yes" Kurt replied, he was caught off guard by the concern in his eyes. "I'm sorry but, who exactly are you?"

"Oh, sorry. I'm Blaine. Blaine Anderson" he said whilst offering his hand towards Kurt. Taking it in his, Kurt felt something almost like...electricity, a spark between them. Was that even possible?

"Erm...is something wrong?" Blaine queried, shifting his head questioningly to the side. Kurt realised that he had been staring at him for the past two minutes without replying.

Feeling ridiculous and completely embarrassed, he quickly responded, "Sorry, yes, well, I've been better", you have a beautiful smile. He felt his cheeks redden a little.

"Well, I'm sure we could fix that, follow me." He took Kurt's hand in his own and pulled him towards the cafeteria. For the first time Kurt ignored all the cruel remarks and quips that the strangers around him shouted. He just followed the boy without another care in the world, wondering what he'd done to deserve this saviour. He was just so sweet and kind and hot! Wait. No. This isn't right. I shouldn't be thinking like this. Why on Earth would he like a monster like me? This can't be happening; maybe I shouldn't be friends with him. It's for the best. Then maybe he wouldn't get bullied because he actually talked to me, let alone be my friend.

"Wait" Kurt gasped as he came to an abrupt stop, causing Blaine to trip a little, falling towards him.

"What's wrong?" Blaine questioned, looking confused as to what Kurt was doing.

Putting his response aside, Kurt realised "Do you even know who I am?"

"Yes, you're Kurt Hummel. You're in the New Directions. Your brother is Finn Hudson and he is dating Rachel Berry. Apart from that, I am eager to learn." A distinct smile crept onto his face.

"But, why? What interest am I to you?" He could feel his heart suddenly thump when Blaine got closer to him, he was only a few inches away from him. His face hardened to appear angry and hopefully hide the fact that he was happy that he was even talking to him.

"I don't know, you seem like a nice guy and if I'm honest, I think you're awesome for coming to this hell hole day after day, especially after all the shit you get from those rotten sods like Karofsky and Azimio."

Kurt's face softened to leave a small appreciative smile. He was still unsure about him. Was he being serious or was he really just one of them? He seemed genuine enough for now anyway, Kurt thought. Hopefully giving him a chance won't blow up in his face.

After knowing Blaine for all of five minutes, Kurt fell in love. He adored the fact that he was actually talking to him let alone the fact that he safeguarded him. He was his knight in shining armour. From the start they bonded. Relating to each other's problems, but nothing as tragic as Kurt's past life of course. It turned out that Blaine was gay too. They were sat across from each other at a table in the corner of the cafeteria, out of the way of everybody and not drawing attention to themselves.

"What happened?" Kurt insisted.

"Well, I came out to my parents about two years ago. My mom, she was amazing, she helped me through a lot, it was just my dad. He was, let's just say, misunderstanding. He didn't realise what I was going through and he thought that it was just a choice I'd made, a whim and that I'd soon get over it." He bowed his head in regret.

"Oh... I'm so sorry. I didn't realise. I mean my dad is really supportive and he'll do whatever he can about the bullying. It was my mom that was my rock in all of this to be honest." Immediately regretting telling this boy about his mother, he tried to change the subject. "My..."

Blaine cut him off. "What do you mean your mom was your rock, did something happen to her?" he implied, trying to be sincere.

Unsure of how to respond, Kurt thought it best that Blaine not know the truth about his mother. He barely knew this boy, he didn't want to spill his heart out to him the moment he met him. He especially didn't want his pity. "My mom left when I was six years old and I've never seen her since." Shit, I've just lied to a complete stranger. Hold on, what am I saying? He probably won't stick around for long. I don't think it'll come back to haunt me. And technically she did leave I suppose...

"Oh, that's awful. It sounds like you were close." He reached over the table to grasp Kurt's hand, concern and sorrow spreading across his slightly bronzed face.

"She's my mom, what can I say? I love her and miss her. I just want her back" Kurt stated, trying to hide his face and his humiliation.

Blaine queried questions about the accident, but as always he refused to answer or he changed the subject. Memories burned in the back of his mind with vengeance, wanting, and waiting, to overcome his sanity. That day had tormented his life, changed it forever, as had the boy that he had been waiting for his whole life, someone that cared and saw him for his natural beauty. Well, even if he didn't, he was just grateful for a friend really.

As lunch was finishing, the boys realised that they had separate classes. Kurt wanted to stay with Blaine. He felt safe with him, as though nobody would try to hurt him whilst they were together. They walked together for as long as they could, and as slow as they could, until they had to part. Kurt didn't know if he would see Blaine again. Of course they went to the same school and they would see each other around but, seeing each other like this. Kurt was about to say goodbye to his new friend when Blaine interrupted him.

"Can I have your number?" Kurt was shocked but couldn't resist hiding a beaming smile. "I mean, I don't mean to sound abrupt or desperate, I just...well I really like you Kurt. I like talking to you and you seem like a good friend. I don't know what it is but I know that I don't want to let this go."

Kurt didn't know what to do, what to think. He likes me! He said he likes me! But wait. What does this mean? If my scars are anything to go by, he doesn't mean he likes me anything more than a friend. A friend, Kurt. That is all. To be honest, I don't want this to end either. I suppose if I can't have him as a boyfriend, the best I can do is have him as someone to talk to and even look up to.

"Yeah, sure. I'd like that" Kurt grinned and caught Blaine's eye. A beautiful friendship was in the making. He could see it.

Later on in the day, after classes had finished, Kurt attended his Glee Club meeting. As he walked to his usual seat next to Mercedes and Rachel, Mr Schuester entered and started writing this week's assignment on the board. Which was of course deciding what they were going to sing in the talent contest the following Friday.

"So what's going on with you?" Rachel asked, tucking her arm around Kurt's.

"Not much, just Karofsky. I seriously don't know what his problem is. He claims that it's just because I'm gay and he doesn't want my spreading my fairy dust over him but I know there's something else. Well, obviously apart from my face anyway." Shaking his head and turning to the front to listen to Mr Schue, Kurt couldn't help thinking about Blaine. Wondering when he would hear from the beautiful boy that had listened to him and his problems, he just wanted to see his face again.

As the lesson was taking effect on those around him, Kurt wasn't paying much attention. Mercedes then turned to him and stated "You know Kurt, there's a strange but good looking boy stood outside the door staring at you."

Rachel and Kurt immediately turned and caught Blaine's gaze. However, he found that he was completely ignoring Rachel and was only looking at him with a small smile on his face. Their eyes were connected across the room. Kurt was oblivious as to what was going on around him until he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. He collected it and read:

Hey, what are you doing tonight?

Blaine

Kurt looked up to find that Blaine was gone from the door. Rachel glanced over the message and took his very precious iPhone from his hands.

"Hey! Give it back!" Kurt tried to reach over her to get at it, and then found that Mercedes was also holding him back. "Go on Rach, what does it say?" she giggled.

"Kurt has a DATE!" she screamed.

"I do NOT have a date. He's just a friend that's all." He said when he finally got his phone back and reading Rachel's reply:

Nothing baby, do you want me to come over ;) xx

"Rachel!" Kurt whined. "What? What's wrong with that, you need a little action." She retorted.

"I told you he's just a friend. Just because you and Finn are constantly in each other's pants doesn't mean that I want the same." He shook his head and started to delete the reply that, thank god, she hadn't sent yet.

He wasn't sure what to say himself. He didn't want to feel led on or hurt because he knew that he couldn't be with him.

"So what are you going to do?" Mercedes asked, moving closer so Rachel couldn't hear them whilst she was talking to Finn.

"I don't know. I like him but I know that he doesn't like me back."

"And how exactly do you know this?" She questioned, cocking her toned eyebrow at him.

"Because of my face" he whispered, knowing what her reaction would be otherwise.

"Excuse me? Kurt did you just say what I thought you said?" She said, straightening up, almost getting prepared for what was to come.

Kurt nodded slightly. Crap, why did I do that? Now I have to cope with her rage-

"Oh, Hell-To-The-No! Don't you dare start with that Kurt Elizibeth Hummel! There is nothing wrong with your face Kurt! If anything it makes you more beautiful because it represents what you've been through. It's what makes you; you and I love you for that. We love you for it." He looked up to find that the whole Glee Club were smiling at him. Even Puck had a small grin on his face. They were a family after all.

Kurt was always cheered up by his friends. He did feel better about himself, in some ways, but he didn't think that he could ever get rid of that feeling that was in his heart: he would never be truly loved by another. All he would have were his friends and his family. He would never have one of his own.

"So what are you going to do?" Rachel asked, with a gracious smile on her face.

Kurt turned to his phone and started typing.

Nothing, what did you have in mind?

Kurt

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