A/N: I have posted this story before, but I am re-posting it under a better title, and somewhat edited to sound a bit better. I deleted the previous version in an effort to comply with the Guidelines (Actions not allowed: #1). If I am incorrect in this interpretation, please let me know!

Disclaimer: I only own the characters Blaine and Emile. And Emile's mom. :)

It all started the day Blaine got in an accident.

They announced on the early morning announcements at school that he was in the ICU at the local hospital. That's all they told us.

Luckily, my mother worked at that hospital, and I knew that "ICU" meant "Intensive Care Unit." Mom wouldn't tell me what, specifically, had happened to Blaine.

But I'm getting ahead of myself.

Blaine was the most gorgeous guy in school. His curly, jet-black hair contrasts with his pale skin, and his eyes were the most beautiful shade of blue.

His home life wasn't as fabulous as people believed, though.

His mother had left him and his father when he was a child, and his father abused him.

He didn't tell me this. I guessed from the way he always wore long sleeves and pants, even on hot days, that he was abused and covered up bruises.

And every time someone mentioned his parents, I noticed that his eyes lost a bit of their sparkle for just a fraction of a second.

Also, when he talks about his mom he uses phrases like, "I remember" and he doesn't even talk about his dad.

I know, I know. You're thinking, "Observant girl! She doesn't miss much." I've gotten comments like those a lot. But I learned my skills from the best: Sherlock Holmes.

Blaine never came back to school. There were rumors that he had died from his injuries, and my mom never mentioned him, but I was sure he was still alive, somewhere. I figured there was some investigating to do, but I wasn't the person for the job.

A couple of months later, it turned out that an investigation wasn't needed.

I was at the mall, shopping for new summer clothes, when I spotted a familiar black bush of hair.

Blaine, I thought. But he wasn't alone. Two boys, a good year older than me, like Blaine, were with him. I had seen them both before; they were Doctor Carlisle Cullen's adopted sons, Emmett and Edward.

Doctor Cullen worked with my mom at the hospital, mostly doing surgeries and such. I had met him and his family once before.

"Hey, Blaine!" I said, running up to him and grabbing his hand. The smaller of the Cullen boys—Edward—whispered something in his ear, and then Blaine's hand gently closed on mine. His hand was cold, and hard as rock, but I didn't notice for my excitement about finding Blaine.

"Hi," he replied with a startled look on his face, "What's up, Em?"

"Everyone at school thinks you've died," I said with a smug smile, "I knew they were wrong.

"So, what's up with you? You haven't been at school, and I can see you've gotten away from your abusive father." As I finished that sentence, a small gasp escaped from me as I covered my mouth with my hand.

"How did you know?" Blaine asked, shocked and wide-eyed.

"I-I noticed the look on your face when someone mentioned your father... and you always wore long sleeves to cover up the bruises. You're wearing a t-shirt, today." He stared at me, bewildered, and my face grew redder under his gaze.

"I thought it was obvious…," I added quietly.

After a short silence, I asked, "Are you going to answer my questions or not?"

"Oh, um… I've been adopted by the Cullens; my father could care less," Blaine started, "And now I go to school with them." He indicated the boys behind him with his head.

"Oh, okay." I said with the biggest smile I could pull off, "Well, I'll tell the kids at school that you're not dead, and maybe have some of them send notes through my mom and Carlisle."

I gave his hand one last squeeze as I said, "See ya!" and left.

Just about all of Blaine's friends wrote him notes, and all of them were placed in a small box. My mom took the box to work with her and gave it to Dr. Cullen to take home.

A few days later, mom brought the box back home with one note written by Blaine. It was for… me.

Hey, Emile!

Thanks for having your mom send the notes. I was surprised, and a bit disappointed, when I didn't get one from you.

Tell all my other friends I say "Hi" and "Good luck on exams."

Miss you guys!

-Blaine

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