A/N: Hey! Sorry that I am taking so long to update!:/ I've been really busy! Anyways, here is chapter 4! It's not very long and it's the kind of chapter needed to kind of get the story moving along a bit, but I have some good ideas that will be coming up in the next chapters, which I hope to post within the next week. I would be very grateful for any reviews/favourites/follows and any comments to just let me know what you think!
(Also, sorry if this fic seems a bit boring atm, I am sensing that it is, but I am hoping to get it moving along and to start making some drama occur!) :)

The next couple of days had been fairly quiet. When Blaine had got home from school the day of the slushie incident the house had been empty, much to his relief, which enabled him to quickly have a shower and get changed. When his mother and father had arrived home, he had told them that his first day was pretty much normal and that he had already made a couple of friends, including Kurt. He then went on to mention the glee club, to which his father grumbled slightly. Admittedly, Mr Anderson was trying to accept that his son was gay and that he loved to perform, but sometimes hearing him act so excited about something he wishes he wouldn't pursue was hard work.

Blaine did not see Karofsky for the next few days. He was very glad at this matter and spent his time getting used to his new lessons and getting to know his new friends. On his second day of school the glee club met up again, where this time Blaine did actually perform. He sung the acoustic version of Katy Perry's 'Teenage Dream', as planned before. At the end of it, he received a standing ovation, which included Kurt whistling and jumping up and down excitedly. Blaine really did like that boy. Blaine had come to realise that Rachel and Finn were an item, as well as Tina and Mike and Santana and Brittney. Blaine had seemed surprised at the mention of Britanna, to which Santana gave him an evil glare. Blaine immediately flashed back an apologetic glance and smiled sheepishly. Of course same sex relationships didn't bother him - he was gay after all! It was just a shock to think that there were people at McKinley who were confident enough to be with who they wanted to be with and not have a care as to what anyone else would say. He knew that one day he would love to have the confidence that Santana and Brittney had.

On the fourth night having started Mckinley, Blaine lay flat out on his bed. He was completely exhausted after having to get up at 7:00 everyday for school. His eyes slammed shut and his mind whirled into a deep spiral of dreams.

"Where you going faggot?"

"Don't think your getting away that easily."

"Here's the thing, Blaine. No one really likes you. So what's the point in having you around?" They all began laughing. Blaine swallowed deeply.

"Please, just let me go home."

"Ha, I don't think so." A large boy with a mop of ginger hair growled. "You see the thing is, you flaunting all your 'gayness' in front of us is kinda making me sick." One of the other boys made a heaving noise, resulting into an eruption of laughter among the group. After a minute the ginger boy controlled himself, returning back to his serious trance. "I don't wanna see it anymore, Blaine."

"Look you said you don't want me around so the least you could do is let me past." Blaine was trembling slightly, scared as to what the boys may do to him. He knew what they were capable of. The corridors were empty, yet he knew no one would hear him scream; music was blasting out of the gym where the rest of the year were dancing. The familiar beat of 'Uptown Girl' echoed down the corridors of the school.

"No." The ginger boy smirked. "Now its payback time."

Blaine sat bolt upright in his bed. His hands clenched onto his mattress and sweat dripped down his face. He started rocking back and fourth. 'Breathe Blaine. Breathe Blaine. Breathe Blaine.' The boy muttered in his head as his gasps for air over-powered his will to hear. After around 30 seconds, and an ongoing pep talk with himself inside his head, Blaine's breath finally restored itself. He leaned back onto his headboard, his head slightly banging against it. He closed his eyes and rubbed his hands over his sweaty face. It was that one nightmare that caused this. That horrific night had lead to a stream of issues, including the moment reliving itself in Blaine's head occasionally almost 8 months later. He had not had that nightmare for several weeks. Blaine frowned slightly and clasped his hands over his head.

On Friday, Blaine had a glee club meeting before school. He sat next to Kurt in the choir room, who was busy tapping something out onto his phone.

"Hey, how are you?" Kurt smiled at him.

"I'm okay thanks, yourself?"

"Yeah I'm good. Plotting weekend outfits." He flashed a grin and nodded to his phone. Blaine smiled back.

"I'm guessing your really into fashion then?" The smile dropped from Kurt's face and he placed his phone down onto his lap. Blaine immediately regretted what he had said.

"Fair enough you've known me less than a week, but surely you would have realised that by now!" A giggle escaped Kurt's lips as he looked himself up and down, and then looked back to Blaine again. Blaine grinned.

"Fair point." He chuckled. He looked at what Kurt was wearing. A tight grey t-shirt accompanied with a dark denim waist-coat, a very tight pair of beige jeans, and a furry grey eskimo hat placed on his head. "I'm liking the outfit." He grinned at Kurt again.

"Why thank-you." Kurt flickered his eye-brows up. Kurt went on to then focus on what Blaine was wearing. A black cardigan, green chinos... "I love your bow-tie!" He exclaimed, his eyes suddenly becoming very wide. It was a white bow tie with little black music notes embedded in it. It was one of Blaine's favourites.

"Thanks!" Both boys were cut off from their little conversation by the entrance of Mr Schue.

"Right guys, we've got to get preparing for NATIONALS!" The club began whooping and yelling in excitement. "Let's start of by brainstorming ideas." Mr Schue walked over to the white board and popped open a board marker.

"Mr Schue, if I may?" Rachel's hand rose swiftly into the air.

"Of course, Rachel why don't you kick us off?"

"Well I was thinking that opening with a ballad will be a real crowd pleaser. Now we should really present our best voices in this number, myself being a very good candidate for this, and perhaps..." Rachel went off on a very elaborate speech, earning eye-rolling and sympathetic grins from the rest of the glee club. Blaine's attention focused back on Kurt, who was one of the individuals rolling his eyes at Rachel's self-centred ideas. Blaine had felt an instant connection when he met Kurt, and despite only knowing him a few days, he already felt as though he could trust him. Perhaps one day he would build up enough courage to inform him on what happened at the Sadie Hawkins dance. His therapist had said that it might be a good idea to tell those who he felt comfortable with, in order to establish normality in his life once again. Maybe then he would finally be able to move on from his ordeal.