Authors Note: Another chapter! Yay! About time right? I love this story, but it's so hard to right about the bullying. It get's REALLY violent in this chapter, and a bit gruesome. so this is your WARNING! I'm probably going to have to bump of the rating for this. So you have been warned, read with caution. PLEASE REVIEW!

Disclaimer: I do not own Glee, or anything like that, only my imagination.

"Alright, let's tell them one of my stories, then the dance."

Blaine looked up at Quinn nervously, "The Sadie Hawkins dance?"

"That's the one."

"You weren't even there though, how do you know about it?"

"Believe it or not, I kept close tabs on my best friend, until you transferred and I had no clue where you went."

"Really? How?"

"I went back sometimes, unnoticed because no one recognized me. It was hard for me not to come and find you, but I couldn't, I left my past behind. I'm never going back."

"I understand. That dance was my last straw. I can't tell it."

"Then I will, and you fill in the blanks, remember Bumble, we're in this together."

"Right, your story first."

The group of jocks gathered in their normal corner by the front of the school, the only exit for people going on the bus. The one that their victims walk by all the time, giving them the chance for a perfect ambush. The only question is what loser will come by first.

Sure enough, the gay kid, and the fat chick were walking their way. Glaring as they walked past, no, no, this won't work.

Mark looked back to the rest of the group, "Hold the gay back, today, we're going after Caboosey."

Blaine gave in as two of the cronies lifted him off the ground by his arms.

"So, Lucy Caboosey, how much do you weigh? If we throw you in the dumpster, will it break in half? We're kinda worried about it." The group snickered and moved in closer.

"Are you the fag's beard? He seems like the only one who can look at you without puking." Her eyes began to water after that one. Why couldn't they leave her alone?

"Rumor has it, you were such a fat baby, you broke your mother's back just by looking at her." They laughed, as she sniffled.

"Are you crying? Look out everyone! The giants tears are going to cause an earthquake!"

Suddenly Blaine cried out, "Leave her alone! Just get out of here!" He began to struggle against the grasp the larger boys had on him. That earned one hard punch in the stomach. He didn't scream out again.

"So you and that thing over there, Caboosey? You two deserve each other, though I'm sure he wishes you had guy parts. Wait? You do, don't you? You're really a guy! Way to have a loose caboose, Lucy."

On that note, they dropped Blaine to the ground, and walked away from the crying girl.

"Loo-loo, don't listen to them. You're beautiful." Blaine wrapped his arms around her shoulders as he continued to whisper soft nothings, to calm the girl down.

"One- One day, I'm getting out of here, and I'm never coming back Blaine. Never. I'm going to be beautiful and shove it in their faces."

"You're the most beautiful person I know. Inside and out. You don't have to prove anything to them."

"Thank-you Bumble."

"No problem."

The room's sympathy went out to Quinn as everything began to fit into place. Why she was such a bitch all the time, why she felt "fat" the day she got pregnant, why being popular meant so much to her.

Kurt still had tear streaks down his face.

Finn and Puck looked like they wanted to punch something.

Brittany silently got up from her chair, to wrap her arms around Quinn. Santana who had her pinky linked with Britt's fallowed. Soon the whole room was in a group hug, including Blaine, but their story wasn't quite over yet.

Blaine knew he couldn't be the only gay kid in the school. In fact, Luke was a year younger than him, and he was gay, he just didn't get harassed as much. Luke was smart, modest and along with his sparkling eyes he had the most handsome smile. He was the quiet kid in class, that didn't speak unless spoken to, and was generally ignored. Blaine didn't ignore him though, they were actually pretty good friends to say the least. Blaine acted more of a mentor to Luke, encouraged him to simply be who he was.

Then the Sadie Hawkins dance came.

-And Blaine asked Luke.

-And Luke accepted.

Of course the bullies couldn't leave them be though, showing off like that in front of the whole school was unacceptable. Completely wrong. So when they walked in together Mark looked over to his cronies and hissed, "Those fags!"

The dance was pretty normal, there was still about two hours to go, when Blaine excused himself to go to the restroom. Unfortunately there were people staring at him from across the room, ready to pounce as soon as he was out of sight from the rest of the student body.

Blaine knew it, he knew the peace wouldn't last all night, that was just a wish- a dream maybe. As soon as he closed the door to make his way to the bathroom he was lifted off the ground by his elbows. He also knew better then to struggle, that would make the outcome even worse.

They were already being worse then usual, they dragged him outside. Hot tears came to Blaine's eyes when he saw the gleam in the moonlight of something that could only be a knife. 'Please, please, no. Not tonight.' He silently begged for mercy, quietly whimpering as a fist make contact with his left eye. The pulled out duct tape to tie down his arms and legs.

He didn't remember much after that, he passed out from the pain. Next thing he was absolutely certain of was the blinding hospital lights, and the spell of the clean room. He hated hospitals. Nothing good every came from them.

He later found out the bullies had left him out in the cold, tied to the flagpole, in only his boxers. They had taken Sharpie and written horrible things all over him. His left eye was still swollen shut, one arm broken along with one leg and about four ribs. His right lung was almost crushed and his skull fractured. He needed stitches for a deep cut that had trailed down his back.

He was very, very lucky to be alive. But his parents? They were very, very upset. They had thought he had gotten over this phase apparently he hadn't.

That's when they decided to send him away to boarding school, to Dalton Academy.

It took quite a few months for the nightmares to stop, and even longer for him not to flinch whenever someone got too close.

Kurt couldn't listen to anymore, he went up and stopped Blaine from talking. He wiped away the tears from Blaine's face that he didn't even realize were falling.

Yeah, his bullying was bad, but things were better now. He had Kurt and the Warblers and Dalton, his safe place. Now he even had his best friend back, who had a death grip on the hand that wasn't wrapped around Kurt.

Yeah, things really do get better.