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The conversation that Blaine had with his mother had led him here. Here was the spacious stage in the auditorium of the Lima Community Center, sitting in a circle with about 14 other kids chatting aimlessly, all who looked about Blaine's age. All of the kids looked different from the next, and by the looks on each of their faces, they all had different issues. A man who looked like he was in his mid 30's came and sat down in the circle, capturing all of the teens' attention.

"Hey guys! I recognize most of you from school and from glee, and for those of you who don't know me, I'm Will Schuester, you guys can call me Mr. Schue though, if you're comfortable," the man said animatedly, and with a smile, "Alrighty then! Let's get the ball rolling here! I know you all are here for a certain reason. Whether its problems at home, at school, or within yourself… we are all here to listen and help you through it. I know those of you who go to McKinley were rocked with sort of a big event this week, and if anyone wants to talk about Dave's accident, we definitely can. Otherwise, if any of you have any personal thoughts that you want to share, feel more than free!"

Blaine had no idea who Dave was or what his accident was, but by the solemn looks on certain kids' faces, he could tell it was painful to think about.
Suddenly, a small girl wearing designer clothes began to speak.

"um…hi. I'm Sugar, which most of you guys already know. So, my dad…he runs some big company or something…he's not in the mob I swear! I know he looks like it, and acts like it and he has the cars for it and is kinda scary, but he told me to tell people that he's not…so I guess he's not. Anyway, he works a lot. He never really spends any time with my brother and I. I really only get to see him once a week, and when we do spend time together, its always spent shopping, or him giving me some money and saying, 'go buy something beautiful princess'. The thing is…he tells me to go buy something beautiful, but I can't remember the last time he called me beautiful…or something other than Princess for that matter. Well, what I'm trying to say is that I don't want him to buy me things or tell me to run off and go shop, I want him to sit with me and ask me about my life, ask me about glee club! I just…I just want him to show me that he loves me as much as he says, just…not with money."

By the end of her little speech, you could see the tears welling in her eyes and a small boy next to her was rubbing circles in her back and telling her it was okay in what sounded like an Irish accent. Mr. Schue started comforting her and a few kids began giving her advice to ask her dad to sit with her and talk for a while, even if its not long at first, but just to talk for a little bit and let him know how she feels.

Next to speak was a beautiful blonde girl with a short bob hairdo. She spoke quietly and delicately.

"Hi. I'm Quinn, or you could call me Charlie. This is kind of hard to say, because I've never really talked about it to anyone before…but I have multiple personalities. One day I'll be the cheerleader – confident, beautiful, invincible…who I wish I could be all the time. The next day I'll be the "skank" type – sarcastic, rebellious, completely unfased by anything…the girl I'm scared I'll become, but yet it's a rush. Finally, on some days I'll just be me. The girl who is scared and mousy and …that's who I am because I feel like I have absolutely no grip of who I am and how to handle my condition."

The boy next to her with a mohawk patted her hand and all of the other kids seemed to have placed the puzzle pieces of this girl together, and Blaine could tell they had been confused about the girl in the past. Mr. Schue told her that she should talk to her parents about maybe seeing a doctor and getting some kind of medication to help her cope with the condition and that if she needed any help, that they would all be there for her. She nodded silently and smiled.

"OK guys, I feel like we should talk about Dave. I know a few of you don't exactly know what happened," he said, looking in Blaine's direction, "but a student who used to go to McKinley and bullied a few of the kids in here, tried to commit suicide earlier this week. It's really affected the school and all of the kids seemed a bit shaken up by it. So, if anyone would like to talk about their feelings, please go ahead." Mr. Schue said solemnly.

A curvy dark-skinned girl who someone mentioned was named Mercedes began to talk.

"Mr. Schue, you know first hand that most of us in here could be a little dramatic, but I could never imagine that someone would feel so low as to try and end their own life."

Suddenly, Blaine spoke. He didn't know why or what triggered it, but he felt that this was what his mother brought him there to talk about, and if others were able to admit serious psychological conditions like Quinn had, Blaine could be able to tell his story.

"I did." he said loud enough to get everyone's attention, including Mr. Schue.

"Blaine, you don't have to tell anything if you're uncomfortable, I know this is your first time joining us…" the man said apprehensively.

"No," Blaine said calmly, "I feel like I should share. I-I'm Blaine, I don't really know how to start this, so I'll start at the beginning. I'm gay, and I got bullied for it…a lot. One night it got so bad that I was put in the hospital. I had a few broken ribs and what not, and I was knocked unconscious." Blaine could see the looks of horror on the faces of most of the girls and some of the guys, "So after the accident, my parents transferred me to an all-boys prep school, Dalton Academy. They have a zero-tolerance bullying policy there and they felt it would be better for me. Once I was there, I joined the glee club, the Warblers, because I love singing, and I figured it would help me make some friends."

A small girl holding hands with a hulk-like boy looked eagerly at some of the others and then at Mr. Schue, as if something that Blaine had said was important, but Blaine continued.

"I thought being a Warbler would help…but I found out the Warblers only accepted me because of my voice. So even though I got solos, I didn't have any friends. So...I-I tried cutting myself, and when I was caught, the guy promised to keep an eye on me and protect me …from myself. I finally had a friend who cared, so the cutting stopped and I was pretty happy. Then his family got transferred to Oregon for business, and I was alone again. This year has been really rough. Um…the kid who lives in the dorm next door takes Xanex, and two days ago, I stole it from his room. I was gonna do. I really had no reason to keep going, I was becoming a ghost form of myself, jut reliving the same day over and over and going to bed and waking up to do it all over again. It sucked. So on Tuesday, I was supposed to do a performance with the Warblers. It was going to be my goodbye really, one last song to be remembered by before it all ended. I was fully ready to end my life, but then I met someone." Blaine's face lightened as he remembered Kurt, the angel that saved him from himself. "He only said a few words to me, but I really felt like he was sent to me for a reason, he was someone for me to care about, to prove that life gets better. So I performed and we had the most amazing conversation and he was telling me about everything that happened at his school, especially this one awful guy who bullied him for being gay, and then kissed him. He seemed so broken, and I feel like I could help fix him. He's just so perfect and beautiful, with the most stunning eyes and even his voice…its just angelic."

The kids around him seemed generally happy for him, many of their sad faces turning to smiles. Blaine laughed at himself and how he was rambling.

"Sorry…I just got a little caught up in my own thoughts. Well, he's just awesome and I think things might turn around for me as long as he's around."

Mr. Schue smiled and the tall, skinny Asian boy sitting to Blaine's left patted him on the back, a big smile on his long face.

"Well that's really great Blaine. We're happy that you have something…someone in your life to get you out of that helpless place. We are all here for you if you ever feel lost."

Blaine smiled, he really liked this group and was genuinely glad he came. He felt that maybe the kids here could become his friends, an even greater reminder of why he should still be here.

Suddenly, footsteps were heard behind Blaine and he could see some kids smiling as a figure emerged from the curtain, trying to get into the circle as quickly as possible, and he had already began rambling excuses.

"Mr. Schue, I'm so sorry im late my dad needed me to close the garage, I know there are only like 10 minutes left but I figured better late then never I'm really really sorry…hey guys"

Blaine knew that voice. He just didn't want to believe that it was really him. This is a dream. Blaine's thoughts were proven wrong when Mr. Schue said,

"Its perfectly fine Kurt, you're here every week…just take a seat."

Blaine could see Kurt walking around the circle to sit next to Mercedes and kept his head down, staring intently at his shoes. He brought his head up for a second, and as he looked up, he saw Kurt staring at him, his gorgeous eyes shining with…happiness? as a small smile drew on his lips. Their eyes were locked onto each other's as Mr. Schue talked to the tall boy named Finn about a problem with his father. Blaine watched Kurt as he leaned over and whispered into Mercedes' ear 'that's him' and her eyes bugged.
Blaine had no idea what the sentiment meant, but he figured that maybe it was a good thing because Kurt was still smiling.

A few minutes later, Mr. Schue dismissed them, but not before clarifying that everything that had been shared in the session was confidential. The kids nodded their heads in affirmation before getting up and walking out in individual clusters.

Blaine picked himself up off the floor and began talking to Mike, the boy sitting next to him in the circle. They exchanged numbers and said they'd talk soon.
He was then confronted by Ms. Rachel Berry, who went on about how she and Blaine were the same in that talent and constantly getting solos had led to resentment and alienation from their fellow teammates, but reassured him saying that she would always be there for a duet partner.

She walked away and Blaine let out a long sigh, man that girl is something. He was about to pull out his cell phone to tell his mother he was on his way home when he felt a tapping on his shoulder.

"Hey there…"