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Disclaimer: Same as first chapter, and Ryan, Matt, and Jesse are just three people I added. They were in Blaine's grade when Blaine went to public school.

Two years earlier...

"Where are you going, fag?"

Blaine continued to back away slowly from the three boys closing in on him.

The biggest of the three boys—Ryan—spoke again. "I'm talking to you. What're you doing fairy?"

Blaine willed himself not to say anything. He knew it would just come out as an insult, which would just lead to him getting beat up faster. No, he would just continue to back away, and would make a quick escape when the time was right. He was quick, he might be able to out-run them if he caught them off guard.

The three boys laughed at the expression of fear on Blaine's face as he continued to inch away from them. Suddenly, Blaine's back hit against a wall and he jumped a bit in surprise. He frantically looked from side to side and saw that they had cornered him.

The three boys closed in around Blaine and Blaine's eyes widened in terror. This was it.

"We've got him now." Ryan grinned.

Blaine braced himself as another boy—Matt—punched him in the shoulder. However, it didn't hurt as much as he had expected it to. In fact, it was almost playful, teasing.

"Aren't you gonna fight back?" Matt laughed.

Blaine continued to remain still and the boy that hadn't spoken yet—Jesse—kicked Blaine's right shin. Hard. Blaine winced and the boy laughed.

"To scared to fight back, fag?"

Suddenly, Jesse moved to the side, creating a small opening that Blaine might be able to escape through. He bent down, and then quickly sprinted past the boys.

"Hey! Get him!" Ryan shouted.

Jesse whipped around and ran after him. He caught up to Blaine quickly, reached a hand out, and grabbed Blaine's shirt.

Blaine hadn't gotten too far, his leg screaming in pain every time it hit the pavement. Suddenly, he felt the front of his shirt dig into his neck, and he opened his mouth instinctively, trying to catch a breath of air.

He allowed himself to be dragged by the collar, trying to catch gasps of air until Jesse let go, and grabbed the front of his neck instead, pushing him up against the wall.

The two other boys were suddenly behind him and they laughed. Ryan shook his head.

"That was a bad idea homo."

He took a hold of Blaine's neck and the other boy let go. The taller boy peered down at Blaine and got in close to Blaine's face. He raised his fist to the side of Blaine's head and said "You shouldn't have done that."

Blaine wrinkled his nose at the smell of beer on the boy's breath. They had been drinking. ...they had been drinking!

Blaine didn't know how he did it, but he mustered up his courage and said "Wait."
Ryan lowered his fist a bit in surprise, Matt laughed. "He can talk! Look at that."

Blaine swallowed his fear and continued. "I'll give you something if you let me go."

The boys looked slightly intrigued at this. Jesse furrowed his eyebrows together. "What?" he growled.

"Beer. I'll get you beer."

"Really?" Ryan asked, pushing Blaine harder against the wall.

"Yes. If you let me go now."

Ryan looked behind him and the other two boys nodded. He shrugged and let go of Blaine.

Blaine felt his body relax and he started to walk away. He wouldn't run this time, as he was worried that his shirt would be grabbed and he would be choked again.

He heard footsteps behind him and turned around.

"Oh we're coming with you." Matt said sharply.

Blaine sighed, even though he had known this would happen. He just prayed his parents weren't home yet.

After about a ten minute walk, with Blaine leading the way and the three boys walking close behind them, they reached Blaine's house. Blaine let out a sigh of relief upon seeing that there were no cars in the driveway.

They walked up the steps and stood on Blaine's front stoop. Blaine unlocked the door and walked in, but turned around before the three boys could do the same.

"Stay here, I'll be right back."

Ryan glared at Blaine. "If you're not back in one minute we're coming in."

Blaine nodded curtly and ran into his house. Frantically, he reached the refrigerator and moved a few items around until he saw the 6-pack of beer his dad had just bought. He grabbed it, and ran back to the door, holding the beer up in front of him. The three boys gave large smiles as Blaine opened the door and handed the beer to them.

"Now leave me alone."

Ryan reached through the half opened door and grabbed Blaine's arm. "Not just yet. We want to...reward you." he smirked.

"What-" Blaine asked as he was pulled outside and down the steps.

Ryan shoved Blaine as he let go of him, and Blaine stumbled onto his front lawn. He really hoped his parents wouldn't come home to everyone on the lawn.

Jesse and Matt were each holding a beer they had opened, and Matt handed a second one he had to Ryan. Ryan took it and grinned at Blaine.

"You know what fag? You don't seem all that bad."

Ryan spit into his beer before holding it out to Blaine. Blaine took it tentatively and looked questioningly at Ryan.

"Go on, drink it." Ryan sneered.

Fearful that if he didn't, Ryan would just beat him up despite the fact Blaine had given him the beer, Blaine tentatively took a sip. It burned his throat, and the fact that Ryan had spit in it made him feel sick, but the beer itself didn't taste horrible.

Ryan laughed but didn't take the beer back from Blaine. Instead, he took another beer from the pack and opened it for himself.

Blaine shuddered at the memories he was reliving because he had been thinking about Kurt, and how he wanted to tell him all his problems. The words 'gay, fag, homo, fairy' haunted his ears. He knew, deep down, his dad had also sent him to Dalton to try and punish him for being gay. His dad wouldn't stand for a gay son. He was trying to turn Blaine straight. And Blaine was afraid it might be working.

Sure, he found that boy—Kurt—quite attractive, beautiful in fact, but he knew he wouldn't be able to be in a relationship with him. He couldn't act on being gay. He was still in the closet at Dalton. Sure, people had their suspicions. He had been called gay before at Dalton. But he couldn't let them know it was true.

Last time he was the school gay he got beat up, taunted, and was on the receiving end of many disgusted looks. He couldn't go through that again.

No matter how badly he wanted to act on his feelings.

Blaine had trouble concentrating in school Monday and Tuesday. Wednesday he got detention for not paying attention, and Thursday he contemplated calling Kurt back.

Because Kurt was the only reason he couldn't concentrate. Blaine just kept thinking about the boy he had met. The boy that had been willing to talk to him. The boy that—according to Blaine's very accurate gay-dar—played for Blaine's team. The boy that he might be able to talk to, because he might understand.

Thursday night he made a decision: He would call Kurt back tomorrow and see if Kurt was still willing to talk to him.

TBC