CHAPTER 1: SLUSHIE.

Blaine couldn't decide what was worse, the pain and the shock horror of the slushie itself, or the laughing and taunting that followed. Although the laughing and staring was painful, the sting of the semi frozen liquid and cheap artificial flavoring was almost unbearable. It was practically blinding, he had a lot of difficulty finding his way to the bathrooms through squinting eyes. He crashed into a few people and knew that he must have looked like a complete idiot. Finally he made it to the boys toilets. He could tell that there were a few people standing at the mirrors, but he quickly pushed past them to get to an unoccupied sink. He pushed one boy out the way with so much force, that he almost pushed him over.

"Sorry!" Blaine managed to say through the water that he was now throwing on his face.

"First slushie huh?" The boy seemed surprisingly amused.

"Yeah, like you wouldn't belie-" Blaine stopped, that voice, he knew that voice, how could he forget? "Kurt I'm so sorry-" Kurt pressed his index finger onto Blaine's soft lips,

"Sweetie, I know what it's like to be slushied, I've been there many a time. It practically blinds all the senses and turns people into, well, this" Kurt gestured at his saturated hair and white jumper that was now stained blue, and laughed "Lets get you cleaned up"

Blaine only really had Kurt at McKinley, all of the other kids either didn't pay attention to him, or bulled him because of his sexual preference. In a way, Blaine envied Kurt. Kurt had this happy family, that Blaine wanted, but never had. Since he could remember, his mother had been making frequent trips to the hospital. She was diagnosed with terminal cancer when Blaine was only five, and she managed to keep living for many more years. She sort of lives at the hospital now, everybody there knows the name 'Claire Anderson'. Most people in a situation like this would have their father to fall back on, to look after everyone and to run the household, but Blaine never really had his father. While Claire spent most of her life in the hospital, Pierce Anderson spent the most of his time at work. Blaine and his father weren't very close, he didn't even know what his time consuming job was, and was never really motivated to find out. Having no parents for weeks at a time meant that Blaine had to step up and take responsibility, not only for himself, but also for his younger sister, Lydia. Blaine was the only one who really visited his mother anymore, Pierce was too busy working and was in denial about the whole thing, and Lydia was just scared to see their mother in this state, with no hair and tubes coming out of her nose.

"Blaine?" Kurt watched his boyfriend as he stared aimlessly out the window into the black nothingness. He inclined his head vaguely, "Blaine!"

"Sorry, what?" Blaine snapped his head towards Kurt,

"It's your line" Kurt pointed to the script with his left hand. He had recently started writing a musical based loosely on the Royal Family, and Blaine seemed to be the only one who was willing to read it through with him.

"Oh, right" Blaine painted on a smile and scanned the paper for his part, "As much as I love doing this Kurt, do you think we could take a break? iIt's just, my mind is a bit preoccupied tonight" Kurt nodded and motioned for Blaine to sit closer to him on the bed.

"Anything you with to talk about?" Kurt stroked the back of Blaine's hand.

"I'm just not having the best time at the school" Blaine crossed his legs and faced Kurt.

"You really miss Dalton don't you?" He saw the pain in Blaine's face as he nod his head slowly.

"I've tried to fit in Kurt, but nobody likes me here" Blaine released himself from his bond with Kurt and started pacing the room. "Finn practically hates me, Santana and Brittany laugh at me, Karofsky bullies me and the others don't even know that I exist! I just wish I had your confidence Kurt"

"Well thank you dear, but my confidence didn't come to me over night" He stifled a laugh, "Finn doesn't hate you, he's just jealous of your amazing singing ability, Santana and Brittany aren't laughing at you in a nasty way, they're actually really nice people. Karofsky is just a scared pubescent teen who's trapped inside a closet and it too terrified to come out. And as for everyone else, they don't know what they're missing out on being your friend" Kurt walked over to where Blaine was standing.

"You really mean that?" He looked Kurt in the eyes and saw the warmth that his face expressed.

"Are you kidding? Of course I mean it! And you know what? I think that you and me should do a duet for glee club tomorrow" Kurt could that Blaine was hesitant, he was clearly worried about being judged and Kurt didn't blame him, but he knew that this was the best thing for the both of them. He held Blaine's hand in his, "Trust me"

Those words, those exact words that Blaine had said to Kurt a year ago when they we at Dalton, the words that changed their lives forever, who's to that wont happen again. He looked into Kurt's deep grey eyes and know that whatever he said then didn't matter, what mattered was that Kurt would be happy and so would Blaine.

"Yes, okay" He sighed, "what do you want to sing?" The smile on Kurt's face then was bright enough to light up the room, and when he started brainstorming ideas for their magical duet, Blaine began to think. Even though his family was crazy and were barely even a family, and his only friends were about a two-hour drive away, Kurt managed to turn his world upside down and make him feel like the luckiest person in the world.