A/N: This is my first fic:) Please review and tell me if I should write more!

I'm rating it M for alcohol and possible relations to violence, and maybe some smutt in later chapters;) not sure yet...

Disclaimer: I do not own Glee. At all.

Enjoy! I might be switching between Blaine and Kurt's POV... Possibly a shy Kurt and outgoing Blaine...:)

Blaine POV

"Okay guys, that was great. See you Monday!" Wes said as a dismissal. The guys began to chat animatedly about weekend plans while filing out of the room.

I waited for Wes, David, Jeff, and Nick to gather their stuff so we could get ready for tonight. There was going to be an end-of-semester party at Thad's house, and he invited all the Warblers and the seniors of the school. I knew it was going to be completely out of control by the end of the night, but I agreed to go anyway.

"Hey! You ready for tonight?" David asked as they all walk up to me.

"It's going to be epic!" Wes said as we began toward the dorms.

I laughed and replied, "Yeah, watching you guys all get drunk off your asses is a total blast!"

"Hey! Your words wound me Blainey Boy! We didn't get that drunk last time!" Jeff said, grinning.

"Oh, I know. Passing out in the yard is a sure sign you're completely sober!" They all laughed that time, and we keep up the jokes on our way to the dorms. I'm was only one of us without a roommate yet, so I went to my room down the hall while they part in groups of two. Wes and David shared a room, and Jeff and Nick shared a room.

Once inside my dorm, I went to my closet, looking at my outfit options. Now, I'm not a complete stereotypical gay guy, but I do like my skinny jeans and bow ties. I didn't have many options anyway, since Dalton is a uniform school.

After considering my closet for a few minutes, I picked out a pair of black skinny jeans, a navy blue button down, and navy blue converse. I smiled at myself in the mirror before heading into the bathroom to take a quick shower.

When I'm wrapped in a towel, I stepped out of the shower and looked at myself in the mirror, seeing my crazy hair already staring to puff out. I usually use ludicrous amounts of gel to keep it tame, but for parties I didn't bother. It usually gets messed up through dancing or something, so why waste gel?

I ran a brush through my hair and brushed my teeth quickly before going back to the clothes I laid out. I look in the mirror after I put them on, and I am pleased with the way I looked. No gel was a good idea. Maybe I'll meet someone tonight, I thought wistfully.

I'd never had a boyfriend, but I'd like to have at least one before I leave for college. There just don't seem to be many gay guys here in Ohio. Actually, most of the people I have met (outside of Dalton) are complete homophobes. I'm lucky I'm at Dalton, which had zero tolerance for bullying.

My phone buzzes on my nightstand, and I found a text from Wes.

From Wes:

Meet us outside in ten minutes.

I look over at the clock and my eyes widen when I saw the time. Eight-thirty. I've been here for three hours doing practically nothing. I send Wes a reply.

To Wes:

Alright. Ready for this?

I grabbed my favorite black jacket and throw it on as I grab my keys and put my phone in my pocket. I pick up my wallet and scan the room for anything else I might need before leaving my room. My phone buzzes again as I walk towards the parking lot.

From Wes:

Hell yeah! We're halfway through the year already! Isn't it weird that next year will be our last year and it's right around the corner?

I think about that for a second, and realize he's right. Only a year and a half before we're free men. Eighteen and off to college. Starting our lives. Thats weird to think about, so I shove it put of my head and respond.

To Wes:

Yeah that is pretty weird. Is everybody there yet?

From Wes:

Yeah we're all here.

To Wes:

Okay, see you in a minute.

I jog to my car in the front parking lot, and find the four boys there, just like Wes said.

"So, are we ready to go? Blaine and are driving this time, right?" Nick asked.

"Yeah, it's you and I. So Wes, David, you can come with me. Jeff, you can go with Nick. Okay?" I asked them. Seeing their nods, I began walking towards my car.

I got in the drivers seat of my Lexus Hybrid, and turned the car on while Wes and David got in the back. I knew where Thad's house was, so I started driving.

"Let's go have some fun!" Wes said, and we all laugh, knowing how tonight will play out.

"Hey, did Thad tell you he was inviting people from McKinley's glee club?" David said.

"Really? Why?" I asked him. That didn't make sense, unless there was no karaoke. Regionals was in a few weeks.

"Something about being nice to them for competition's sake, but that makes no sense. He was blushing when he said it, so I think he either likes someone or is dating one of them." David shrugged and laughed.

"Weird." Wes said.

The rest of the ride was spent talking about Regionals and school.

Thad's house was a sprawling mansion with no neighbors in close vicinity, perfect for loud, out-of-control parties.

When we arrived at Thad's house, we found the party already in full swing, despite it being only nine-thirty. Music was blaring, people were dancing, and it was just all-around craziness.

"C'mon Wes, let's go find some girls to dance with!" David shouted out over the music. I laughed at them as they walked off.

I saw Jeff and Nick already walking into the house, probably in search of drinks. Or girls.

I walked to the side of the house so I could go out back, where no one partied for some reason. It was where I stayed until we had to leave.

When I got to the backyard, I heard voices. One deep and angry, one high pitched and teary. I hid behind the fence and listened.

"Please, n-no! I don't n-need your help anymore, D-Dave!" High pitched said.

"You sure Fancy? I wont be back after this." Dave said back. What were they talking about?

"Fancy's" voice got l lower as he said,"G-go. I deserve b-better than a f-fucking closet case."

I heard Dave growl before I heard a slapping sound. I heard footfalls on the grass, and scrambled away from the the gate before I got caught. From my hiding spot behind a bush, I saw Dave as he walked away. He was big and brawny, tall, and he oozed an angry aura. Glad I moved.

After he stalked away, I heard a sniffling sound, so I peeked out of the bush to see if "Fancy" was okay.

I was greeted with the sight of the most gorgeous boy I had ever seen. Perfectly coiffed chestnut hair, a narrow but cute nose, high cheekbones, full lips, a slender body, and his most striking feature, his blue-green eyes.

Then I noticed he was on the ground, tears still flowing down his cheeks. He still hadn't seen me. I slowly began walking toward him.

"Hey, are you okay?" I asked him softly, sitting down next to him.

He jerked his head up when I spoke. He immediately wiped his eyes and face with his hands. "W-who are you?"

"Blaine Anderson." I said with a small smile.

"I-I'm K-Kurt." He tried to smile, but came up with a grimace. I did notice him scooting away from me slightly.

"Are you okay, Kurt?" I looked over him for any visible signs of harm, but could only find a darkening mark on his jaw that would definitely leave a bruise.

"Um... Y-yeah. I'm okay." Kurt tried to stand, but almost fell again, so I grabbed his arm to steady him, and almost gasped when I felt goosebumps run up my arms and down my spine.

I wasn't sure if he really was, so I brought him further back into Thad's yard, to where the chairs and tables were. I sat Kurt down and then sat across from him.

"What happened?" I asked gently, knowing this would be a touchy subject.

His eyes went misty again as he responded, "D-Dave came to s-see me at the p-party b-because he wanted... s-s-something... an-and I didn't want to, so he got m-mad... And h-hit me."

"Does it hurt? Do you want some ice or something?" I asked, still completely worried about him.

"K-kinda... S-some ice p-please?" Kurt said, looking up at me.

"Sure, Kurt. I'll be right back." He nodded and looked down at the table and began making patterns with his finger. I walked toward the back door to get him some ice.

When I pushed open the door, I found people drinking what looked like beer, couples making out against the counters, and people digging for food in the fridge. You could still hear the pulsing beat of the music that was on.

Pushing my way through the throng of people surrounding the fridge, I grabbed some ice and wrapped a dry washcloth around it. Dodging all the insanely drunk people, I walked back outside to where Kurt was.

I sat down next to him on the bench, and brought the ice up to his jaw. He whipped his head towards me, knocking the ice off, and just looked at me, his entire body tense. I looked right back into his beautiful (now blue) eyes. He relaxed after a minute, and I put the ice back on his jaw.

"Do you want to talk about it?" I asked hesitantly, wondering how I could help the clearly depressed boy.

He shrugged and then spoke, "D-Dave and I had a d-deal. He w-would protect me f-from the b-bullies if I did s-stuff for h-him... B-but no o-one could know... A-and I didn't t-think I would h-have b-boyfriend before c-college anyway, and the b-bullies were g-getting worse, so I j-just a-agreed... I didn't think a-anyone would care. N-no one d-did. I don't h-have anyone anymore." His eyes started to water again, and I felt bad, but I wanted to know what he meant.

I wrapped my arm around his shoulders, loving the sparks shooting up my arm, before speaking, "What do you mean you have no one?"

He swallowed hard, and I almost said he didn't have to answer when he spoke, "M-my mom d-died when I was t-ten, and I-it was me a-and my d-dad until l-last month, and e-everything is m-messed up n-now." A few tears slipped from his eyes, and I had to fight the urge to brush them away.

"I'm so sorry, Kurt. How is everything else messed up?" I tightened my arm around him slightly.

"Well, I h-had my dad's lawyer s-sell the h-house, because o-obviously I don't h-have any money t-to keep u-up with i-it. My dad's f-friend is h-helping m-me run the g-garage. I'm living w-with m-my best f-friend M-Mercedes, but s-she's been d-distant with me l-lately, and I c-can tell I'm not really w-welcome t-there anymore. I-I do k-know what I d-did... So I-I'm looking at a-apartments. But in g-glee, none o-of them l-like me... I-I'm so l-lost," He looked at me for a second before sheepishly adding, "S-sorry about t-that..."

I smiled at him and said, "It's fine, Kurt. I'm sorry you're going through all that."

"I'm o-okay..." Kurt said quietly.

I knew he was lying, but I let it go. "Do you go to McKinley?" I asked him, trying to change the subject to a less painful subject.

"Y-yeah. How did y-you k-know?"

I smiled. "Thad said he invited the McKinley glee club. The New Directions right?"

"Yeah. W-where do y-you go to s-school?"

"Dalton Academy. I'm the lead singer for the Warblers."

His eyes widened slightly, then he said, "That's cool. I've never gotten a solo with ND..." He looked sad.

"I'm sorry. I'm sure you're an amazing singer."

He shrugged. "I g-guess."

"You want to go party?" I gestured to the house.

He looked uncertainly at the house or a second, "I don't know..."

"Please? I'll protect you." I smiled at him.

His lips curled up in a half smile since the first time I had seen him. It made him look amazing. "Okay." He said quietly.

I held out my hand for him to take, and was glad I didn't tuck my shirt in when he grabbed it. Tingles of electricity ran through my entire body. Amazing. I pulled him towards the door, and when we walked in, he linked his fingers with mine.

AN: I feel like that kinda sucked, but I'm going with it. Please review! Should I keep going? Suggestions? Thanks!:)