Communication

Part I: Freshman Year

Chapter Two

Crushes

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"We've only been in school for two weeks and Shuester already assigned us an essay?" Rachel whined.

"Rach, it's only about Christopher Columbus." Blaine responded as they exited the History class room. "We've been learning about the same guy since kindergarten, and we have a whole week to do it.

I think you'll be fine."

"Yeah-but now I have to get my two gay dads to take me all the way to Columbus so I can research this topic thoroughly and ensure an A."

"No you don-" Before Blaine could finish his sentence, he was shoved into a row of lockers, hard. His bag fell from his shoulder and his head and right shoulder hit the cold metal with unforgivable force before his whole body fell onto the tile below him. Looking up he saw none other than most of the football team towering over him, all of them in their matching red and tan letter man jackets. Noah Puckerman, a tall sophomore with a mohawk and bronze skin, was standing in front and center smirking as his teammates laughed around him. On his right, Finn Hudson, a tall boy with brown hair laughed with a massive teammate.

"I thought I told you not to come back to my school Anderson?" Puck asked as the boys settled down around him.

"Well..." Blaine grunted as he stood up to face Puck. As he did this, the team created a half circle around him, now blocking a terrified Rachel who had her hands up to her mouth. Their movement caused Blaine to have to back into the locker to give himself space. "I would transfer Noah, but I just love it here so much."

"His name..." Finn said, stepping forward, his face only inches from Blaine's, "is Puck." He spat on the last word, giving Blaine's face an involuntary shower.

Blaine only closed his eyes when the spit came, but brought his hand up to wipe it up. When he re-opened his eyes, Finn had stepped back and Blaine took the opportunity to bow in front of Puck, without ever taking his eyes off of him.

"I'm so sorry my liege," Blaine announced sarcastically "please accept my apology as payment, for I have no money to give you." Finn laughed, but covered it up as soon as Puck looked at him.

Puck stepped forward as Blaine's body straightened out again. "Not funny faggot." he said and he punched Blaine in the ribs. As soon as Blaine fell down again, the boys left laughing down the hallways.

As soon as the coast was clear, Rachel ran towards Blaine. She put her hands on his shoulder and side. "Are you okay Blaine?" She asked, concerned.

"Oh you know..." he responded between coughs. "just another day."

"Do you want me to call Cooper?"

Blaine shook his head violently. The last thing he needed, besides the people who were looking at him struggle up from the ground with Rachel's help, was to have Cooper show up and start yelling at people around them for not helping him. As he stood up, his head throbbed more violently than it already was that morning.

"Do you have Advil?" Blaine asked, now finally standing and rubbing the side of his head.

"I do!" Rachel said as she dived into her bag and pulled out a small bottle. She put two little, white pills into his outstretched hand, and took a quick look around for a teacher before he shoved them into his mouth and swallowed them dry. He then walked towards where his backpack was, and scooped it up before walking down the hallways angrily, Rachel following quickly behind.

-ooOOoo-

All throughout Blaine's second hour, Algebra, his head continue to hurt, the Advil only dulling the pain minutely, and temporarily. Blaine couldn't even pay attention to the importance of the Quadratic Formula, even though he tried desperately. Only when the teacher, Mrs. Ackers, assigned homework and the bell rang did Blaine slam his notebook shut angrily, having but a few notes to show for the day, and stormed out of the classroom not looking forward to that evenings homework.

When Blaine reached the hallway, his phone buzzed. Sighing, Blaine took it out of his pocket and found a text from Cooper on his screen.

You got beat up again?

Blaine shook his head and rolled his eyes all at once as he leaned up against the wall wand waited for Rachel to get out of French.

I did not get beat up. I got punched Coop, don't believe everything everyone tells you.

Hitting the send button, Blaine leaned up against the wall and closed his eyes. This was one of the few safe spots he actually could close his eyes in this school. The football players didn't have Math until late in the afternoon, and they mostly stayed away from the math classrooms.

Cooper should be used to Blaine at least getting punched everyday. He had been getting picked on ever since he came out in middle school. Blaine regretted ever doing it in the first place. He tells one boy that he like, likes him on a stupid Valentines Day card and he gets tormented for the rest of his life. When the boy got the card he told everyone in his class about it and the word got around faster than fire in a dry field. The next day, Puck and Finn started picking on him.

At first they just called him a faggot everyday and told everyone he had diseases. Blaine lost a lot of friends during that year, but a few stuck around, until the summer before high school when Puck and Finn promised much more action to make him go away. The first day of freshman year, they jumped Blaine after school and hit hit at least once a day, everyday after that, and all of Blaine;s friends left him to fend for himself, besides Rachel of course.

Blaine had been getting bullied for so long now, that he didn't really care about it much anymore. Sure, the constant headaches and watching his back were annoying, but he knew that he couldn't do anything about it. And the only teachers that seemed to give a damn were the history teacher, Mr. Shuester, the P.E teacher, Coach Bieste and the guidance counselor, Mrs. Pillsbury. Blaine went to Principle Figgans at the beginning of the year, but as soon as he heard that it was the football players he refused to believe it and did nothing. The football coach, Tenaka, laughed in his face and told him to "quit being a fairy." After that, Blaine just started dealing with it each day, not even telling Cooper if he could avoid it.

"Sorry I'm late!" Rachel said, running up to him, out of breath and shoving papers into her bag. Blaine opened his eyes and leaned off the wall to look at her. "Madame Yvette wouldn't let us leave unless we asked in French."

"That's annoying..." Blaine observed as his phone buzzed again.

Why didn't you call me?

Blaine ignored the text. "Does your head still hurt?" Rachel asked as she adjusted her backpack onto her shoulders.

"Yeah." he answered as they walked towards English. "My dad threw a bottle at me last night, and with the locker-"

"Again?" Rachel echoed Cooper.

"Yeah... I didn't dodge it fast enough."

"I told you that you could come and stay with me Blaine!" Rachel said grabbing his wrist as they walked. "All I have to do is ask my dads. I know they'll say yes, and we have that guest room-"

"No Rachel." Blaine cut her off. "I don't want people to know what he does because then they'll feel all sorry for me and Cooper and tell us how it's not our fault and have a thousand people ask us a bunch of questions," Blaine put his hand up in front of him. "and I just don't want to deal with that, or make Cooper deal with it."

Rachel pursed her lips with disapproval, but didn't push the issue as they turned into English class. Blaine like English, actually Blaine loved English for a couple of reasons. One of which being the fact that he got to write. In English he could write about anything. His dad, Cooper, Puck and Finn, Rachel, his hopes, his dreams, anything. Of course, if he did decide to write about his dad he would just lie and say it was all made up.

The second thing? Sam. Sam Evans was a freshman like Blaine. He was about six foot tall, had bright blonde hair, green eyes and the body of an Abrecombie model. To Blaine he was gorgeous, but also very off-limits. Besides, being as straight as a ruler, he was also sporting a red and tan letter man jacket, signaling to all that he was indeed a football player. His right hand man, Micheal Chang was also quite attractive. He was an Asian boy, with darker skin and jet black hair that was always styled perfectly with gel. He too was built to perfection and from what he heard around school, he was amazingly brilliant, never having gotten anything less than an A in any class.

Blaine had been nursing a crush on Sam since the first day he saw him in English. Unlike his friend, Sam wasn't too bright, having trouble reading aloud was a struggle for him. However, Blaine never viewed Sam and Mike as a threat. They seemed like nice guys. They never once shoved Blaine into a locker or called him a name or even looked his way. They mostly kept to themselves and apparently weren't too good of friends with Puck and Finn.

This was the only class Blaine actually approved of assigned seating, mostly because the seats the students picked on the first day became their permanent seats for the year. Luckily for Blaine, Mike and Sam came in late on the first day and took the two seats in the far back, right in front of he and Rachel, who was sitting on his left by a large window. Sam in front of Blaine, and Mike in front of Rachel.

Their teacher, Mr. Caine, was an older guys with thin, horned-rimmed glasses and a hairline that had receded to the middle of his head, but still didn't interfere with the medium length, gray ponytail he always had. He was tall and slender, and he always wore a bow-tie that matched his pick of dress shirt for the day. Some would describe Mr, Caine as a hippy, but Blaine just found him to be reserved and optimistic.

"Good morning class!" He exclaimed as soon as the bell rang. "Today will be an easy day as we are going to start a series of three group projects." Rachel and Blaine looked at each other and Rachel smiled at him. "The first one will be a personal narrative, not about you, but your partner. The second project will be a four person group project that will allow you to create a story about the other three in a fictional setting, and the last will be a one-on-one project where you will use music to describe your partner."

At the finish of his sentence the students began to chatter with each other, all of them either excited about the projects or groaning form the amount of work that it was going to entail. It wasn't very long before Mr. Caine put a hand up to re-gather attention from the students before he continued.

"Now, there is one twist," Blaine internally groaned, he knew what was coming. "I will be picking your partners, and it will be someone I assume you don't know, so If you're friends now, pretend you aren't."

Immediately Sam stiffened up in front of Blaine and scooted his desk away from Mike, who was giggling into his hand.

"Nice try Evans." Mr. Caine called to him. "I know you and Micheal are friends, so too late." Sam and Mike both dramatically collapsed onto their desks, which caused Blaine to chuckle.

"So..." the teacher said as he walked to his desk and picked up an old clipboard with a stack of papers. "These partners are final. I'm not switching them no matter what. If you do all of the work, then you get a better grade, and trust me when I say," his blue eyes peeked over his glasses to his classroom. "I will know if you didn't do the work." Then, he winked with a smile.

As Mr. Caine started reading names off the list, it seemed to Blaine that he was just picking names at random and pairing people up however he saw fit. About halfway through the list he paired Rachel with Mike, who turned to look at his partner and gave her a small smile, which caused her to blush heavily for a couple of minutes. At that moment, Blaine realized that Rachel was out of commission and he started praying he would get Sam. At least he would be able to spend a little time with him before he started to be his full time bully.

Mr. Caine walked towards Blaine's desk as he looked over his list. "Anderson." Blaine looked up at him.

Please let it be Sam. Please let it be Sam. Please let it be Sam.

"You will partner with..." He paused. It was like agony. There were only a couple of kids left and both of them were supremely unattractive girls who just looked like they smelled bad. "Evans."

And Blaine internally celebrated.