So this is a collab with me and friend Allie. We're both new to writing fanfic, so please don't be shy. Tell us what you think! :D (A longer A/N will appear at the bottom) Enjoy!

We don't own Glee, if we did, it would be all Klaine, all the time.


Prologue

End of Sophomore Year

Blaine Anderson, for the most part, was your typical teenager. He had a lot of friends, loved to sing in his high school Glee Club, was really into college football, and did well in school. He was also 100% gay. Being out and proud while growing up in the small-minded town of Lima, Ohio wasn't easy. Blaine spent each and every day of his sophomore year at McKinley High School getting bullied by one David Karofsky. Karofsky was captain of the football team, and your typical homophobic Midwest jock. He was somebody that no one crossed, and lately Blaine was his favorite target. But really, that was the least of his problems. At least for now.

Luckily for Blaine, he had a boyfriend named Sam Evans. Sam was also in the Glee Club, and he played on the football team. But unlike Blaine, he didn't get bullied for being gay, because no one knew that he was. While Blaine was outspoken about his sexuality, Sam kept his silence. Being new to Lima, he wasn't ready to rock the boat just yet. In fact, Blaine was the only person at McKinley whom he had come out to.

They hadn't been dating for a long time, just a few months, but Blaine really, really liked him. At first, it was kind of fun and thrilling for Blaine-sneaking around for a secretive love affair. But lately it had gotten old and annoying. Blaine wanted to be able to go out on dates and hold his boyfriends hand down the hall. He kept hanging on to the idle promises Sam made, holding out hope that one day Sam would come to terms with everything. But the bullying kept getting worse for Blaine, and he was beginning to fear that his harsh treatment would never end.

Chapter 1

As Blaine saw Sam walking down the hallway toward him early one June morning, their shared history reeled through his head. He'd missed Sam over the long Memorial Day weekend, when they'd been traveling with their respective families. Now that they were reunited, however, Blaine couldn't wipe his puppy-dog expression off of his face. He really had feelings for Sam. It was a shame that he couldn't just lean over and kiss his boyfriend in the hallway, but Sam had made it clear that Blaine was to avoid PDA until he was ready to come out.

They said their hello's with each other but nothing more than a casual greeting as to not attract any unwanted attention toward Sam. As the bell rang, Sam headed to his first period class, and Blaine grabbed his last few books from his locker.

That's when it happened.

Blaine didn't even hear anyone coming up behind him. All he felt was the cold locker smashing against his face and his shoulder. Then he felt someone pull him backwards and shove him again. The second time, he wasn't so lucky and the corner of his open locker scraped the side of his face. He felt the blood trickle down immediately.

"Watch it homo!" David Karofsky yelled, before getting a good look at Blaine. He froze slightly he saw the blood.

"Oh shit, man! Let's get out of here before this faggot tattles on us!" Azimio, Karofsky's best friend, shouted.

"All right man, hold on a second." Karofsky walked towards Blaine. Towering over him, he snarled, "It wouldn't be smart to say anything to anyone about this, homo. Not unless you want it to be more than a little scratch next time." With that Karofsky and his meathead friend stalked off down the hallway.

Blaine threw his books back into his locker and ran into the bathroom. He had dealt with harmless shoves and slight bruises before, but Karofsky had never broken skin before, not to mention that his threat didn't seem too empty. Staring at himself in the mirror, Blaine realized he'd reached his boiling point. He was tired of getting pushed, punched, and shoved every day. He was sick of the looks he got walking down the hallway. And most of all he was exhausted with keeping his relationship with Sam hidden.

Blaine cleaned up his face the best he could. You could tell it was a cut, but it wasn't too noticeable. He walked back to his locker, grabbed his books, and made his way to the office to get a late pass. He went through his day in a daze, not really paying attention to anything or anyone around him. Finally, the last bell for the day rang. Time for Glee Club, his saving grace. He was kind of dreading Glee at the same time, because he knew he wouldn't be able to hide this from any of his friends in the New Directions.

Blaine walked into the room and immediately strode over to his best friend, Rachel. He specifically made sure that he was sitting on her left side so she hopefully wouldn't notice the cut on his face. No such luck.

"Blaine! What happened to you?" Rachel exclaimed loud enough for the whole club to hear.

"Rach, it's not thing really. Just a little cut on the side of my face. I'm fine"

"But it looks kind of deep! Did you go to the nurse to have her look at it? I'm sure she would have helped if you just went down and asked. How did this even happen anyways?"

"Really, Rachel it's not a big deal. Karofsky and his idiot friend decided to shove me into my locker, like any normal day. This time my locker was actually open . But really, it doesn't even hurt. Stop making such a big deal."

The whole club was now listening to the conversation and all at once had decided to throw their opinions into the mix.

"I'm about to throw down on Karofsky, dude!" Puck was yelling over everyone.

"My poor baby gay shark. How could anyone do this to him?" Brittany chimed in .

"I'm abouts to go all Lima Heights up in this bitch" Santana added at the last minute.

Blaine looked around the room, simultaneously touched and annoyed by all their concern. Unfortunately the one person Blaine would have loved to hear something from was sitting in the corner of the room strumming his guitar and avoiding eye-contact with Blaine.

Mr. Schuester got the pleasure of strolling into today's Glee Club meeting at the tail end of Santana's Lima Heights rant. After everyone filled him in on the recent happenings, he looked over to Blaine to make sure he was okay.

"Blaine, I think you should try to talk to Mr. Figgins again."

"I don't know, Mr. Schue, I've tried to go to him in the past and that was only for a couple shoves and a few bruises. This is my mountain to climb alone, I think." Blaine sat there feeling utterly defeated.

This time, Mr. Schuester wasn't having any of it. He and Blaine excused themselves from Glee Club, telling the rest of the rest of the kids to use it as a free period. The two of them walked down to Mr. Figgins' office. It was the end of the day and the principal was getting his briefcase ready to depart for the afternoon.

"What can I help you with today, William?"

"Well, Blaine here has been the victim of David Karofsky's bullying for way too long. In the beginning it was just a few shoves, but today it finally escalated and Blaine now has a cut going down the side of his face." Blaine silently cheered for Mr. Schuester right then, realizing that having a teacher with him and on his side was exactly what he needed.

"Mr. Anderson, was anyone else witness to this altercation with you and Mr. Karofsky today in the hallway?" Blaine looked up to answer the principal. He knew how this was going to end already.

"Just his friend, Azimio Adams, sir." Figgins nodded his head in response and excused himself from the office for a moment. Mr. Schuester looked over at Blaine.

"Listen, Blaine, if this doesn't turn out in our favor today; I wanted to talk to you about something." Blaine stared at his teacher with a puzzled expression on his face.

"There is a school not too far from here, in Westerville. The Dalton Academy. It's a private school, and while tuition is a little steep, I think without boarding your family can probably afford it just fine. Blaine, the reason I'm bringing this to your attention is because the school has a 100% no bullying policy and it's strictly enforced." He pulled out a couple of pamphlets from his vest pocket.

Blaine took the pamphlets from the teacher and was just about to open them when Mr. Figgins reappeared with Karofsky and Azimio Adams behind him.

"Now Blaine, please explain to us all again what exactly happened in the hallway today?" Blaine gulped inaudibly and glanced over at the Karofsky. The menacing stare he was getting was enough for him to get up and bolt out of the office right now and never look back. But, no, he was going to be strong and get through this. He sat there and recollected in his own words what exactly happened to him this morning in the middle of the empty hallway.

"Mr. Karofsky, Mr. Adams, do you have anything you'd like to interject?" The principal turned his head to look at the other two boys.

"Look, Mr. Figgins, I think it's clear here that Blaine is overreacting. It was never intentional to hurt him. Z just tripped in the hallway and fell into Blaine." Blaine looked over at Karofsky completely stunned. Was he really using this bogus excuse right now? He glanced over to the principal, who thankfully didn't look like he was buying into any of this.

"David, while I do not believe any of what you're telling me to be true, there is the fact that there is no proof." He was now looking at Blaine. "Mr. Anderson, unfortunately since nobody else witnessed these events, the most I can do is give the two of them detention. If further incidents occur, we can reconvene here in my office and deal with the matters at hand."

Yep, this is exactly how Blaine knew it was going to happen in his head. The five of them got up and made their way over to the glass door. As Karofsky and Azimio made their way down to the locker room, Mr. Schuester turned to Blaine.

"Look, Blaine, I'm really sorry it turned out this way. Nobody would blame you for wanting you to try out Dalton. I think it could be really good for you. Of course, as your Glee coach and teacher I'll be sad to see you go, but I do think it's really worth considering."

Blaine nodded at his teacher and headed towards his locker to grab his homework. "Thanks for everything, Mr. Schuester." He was just about to close his locker when he heard the Neanderthal footsteps coming down the hallway.

"Listen here you little fairy. You think bringing other people into this is going to help you at all? I wasn't kidding what I said. Tell anyone else again and it'll be worse next time." Karofsky stormed away yet again.

Blaine slouched against his locker with his head in his hands. Just as he saw Sam walking down the hallway towards him, he knew he had made his decision.

Sam and Blaine walked out of McKinley at the end of the day toward Blaine's black Jeep. They drove in silence to Sam's house, Blaine ever-so-often subconsciously glancing at the shiny Dalton pamphlets Mr. Schue had just given him. As Blaine pulled the car into park, he caught Sam's eyes, which wordlessly invited him inside. It wasn't until they were sitting beside each other on the bed that Blaine finally spoke.

"So, thanks for sticking up for me in Glee today." He said, turning toward his boyfriend. "I could have used your support in figuring out what to do with Karofsky."
"I didn't want it to be too obvious, Blaine," Sam replied, shaking out his straight blond hair.
"Too obvious!" Blaine spat out. "Sticking up for a friend when he's in trouble is 'too obvious' for you?"

"You know what I mean Blaine. I didn't want anyone to think, you know-"
"Right! Because GOD FORBID anyone at school catch ahold of your lie and expose it!"
"Blaine! You can't get mad at me like that!"
"I'll be however mad I want Sam! I'm tired of this! Of you not owning up that this is your life! That I'm the only one who knows you're gay!"
"Blaine, please!" Sam was crying. "You don't understand!"
"What could I possibly not understand Sam?" Blaine exclaimed, his voice cracking, as Sam started stuttering under his breath. Blaine caught Sam's face with his hand, and gazed into his watery green eyes. "I know you better than anyone else. Please, just tell me what the matter is."

Sam swallowed hard. Hesitating for just a second, he revealed the one secret he'd kept from his boyfriend.
"You aren't the only one who knows I'm gay." Sam finally explained. "I came to terms with my sexuality at my old school, but I held it all in. Until one day, this kid, Jonah, who I played football with-" he paused, shuddering as an unpleasant memory flooded his mind.
"You can tell me, Sam." Blaine said, his eyes softening for just a second.
Sam bit his lip before continuing on, painting the scene before Blaine's eyes.
Jonah only knew because he had caught him staring in the locker room after practice one day, and asked Sam what he was doing. Unable to speak, red-faced, with tears streaming down his eyes, Sam looked at his feet. Jonah pushed Sam against the row of lockers, hissing into his face.

"You like what you see, fag? You want a closer look!" He roared as Sam cried out in pain. "You come back here ever again, you fucking queer, and I swear to God, I'll fucking kill you!"
He shoved Sam again, and swung towards him with his fists. Sam dodged the first, but the second met his stomach with a sickening thud. He collapsed on the floor, as Jonah aimed to start kicking. Tears flowed down Sam's face as he prepared for more abuse, but the sound of the locker room door opening stopped Jonah. The boy sprinted out the back door, while Sam remained curled in fetal position, until the football coach who'd entered got him help.

"I've never told anyone about that," Sam continued, "I didn't even tell on Jonah. I pretended I had no clue who'd beaten me up. I just convinced my parents that I couldn't to that school anymore, out of fear." Looking back into Blaine's eyes for the first time since beginning his story, Sam expected to see his hazel eyes filled with sympathy. Instead, an enraged expression had filled his boyfriend's face.
"Sam, that's a terrible thing to go through," Blaine began, running his hand through the mop of dark curls on his head. "But you let him win! You didn't fight back! Look at me!" he nearly yelled. "Karofsky has been tormenting me ever since I came out in October. Look at my bruises. Look at what he did today alone!" He continued, turning his cheek to show Sam the newest addition. "I've had to deal with him all on my own, and I just can't do it anymore. I've gone to Mr. Schue, the principal, and my parents-just trying to end this! I didn't try to hold it all in and wish it away!"

"Yeah, well look at how it worked out for you!" Sam bellowed back. "The school did nothing, and all your father did was tell you to grow up and take it like a man! And everything you've done has only made Karofsky more vicious toward you!"
"So I should have just taken it?" Blaine bursted out. "I should have ran and hid, like you? You're a strong person Sam, and you're more than capable of handling this! And I'm here to help you!" He paused for a moment. "I don't care what happened then, I'm here now, and I'm here for you. I want us to be in this together. But I can't support us alone anymore. I'm willing to do whatever it takes for you-for us. But if you can't be strong for me, then I can't be in a relationship with you."
"Blaine, don't-" Sam choked out in between sobs. "Don't end this. Please."
"I don't want to Sam, but I can't handle the abuse of being the only gay kid at McKinley anymore. I don't want to force you into doing something you're not ready for, but knowing that you won't at least try doesn't give me any reason to continue this. It's too difficult for me to be on my own at that school, and knowing I had someone to share my pain with would be the only way I could even consider staying with you."

"But Blaine!" Sam blurted out "I love you!" He realized his words almost seconds after they escaped his lips, and Blaine's eyes got even angrier.
"No, Sam. You don't get to say that to me. You don't get to look at me and tell me you love me, when you obviously can't even love yourself. Maybe one day, Sam, when you can accept that not everyone will support your decision like I did, and you can handle the hatred, we can be together. But I can't carry all this weight on my shoulders alone anymore."
Sam looked up at Blaine with tortured eyes. "So this is it?" He murmured.
Blaine nodded. "I think, this is it, Sam. Not just for you and me, but for me and McKinley."
Sam's head snapped at the last remark. "What are you saying?"
"I can't do this anymore. I'm not going to continue to be tormented for being who I am." Blaine stood up, and gathered his things from Sam's bedroom.
"What do you mean Blaine?" Sam asked, still shaking from their conversation. Blaine sighed, and turned towards him. "I know this may seem hypocritical given the conversation we're having, but today was different, Sam. I've been putting up for this for too long and the school won't do anything. Karofsky threatened my life today. The threats weren't just words anymore. It wasn't just a harmless shove into a locker. I need to physically protect myself. I've had it with the lax policies of McKinley." Blaine started walking towards Sam's door, turning again. "I'm transferring to Dalton." He stated firmly before he walked out of Sam's room for the last time.


So, that was the first chapter! We have 2 more chapters written already, and they're are not angsty at all. This was just the way we felt that it needed to be done. We understand that it looks really hypocritical that Blaine is leaving after yelling at Sam for doing the same things, but they're teenagers. And we really feel like Blaine had it way worse. So we're gonna try and update at least every other day. Over the next week, it'll probably be more frequent because I'm on vacation from work, but expect every other day definitely. We really hope you enjoyed this chapter and keep coming back for more. We have lots of plans for our Klaine babies.

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