A/N: Alright guys, I hit inspiration, so here it is! Chapter two! There is a very large time jump in this chapter, three years, but I hope everything still makes sense to you. Please review with what you think! Let me know if you, liked it, hated it, want me to throw my laptop away and never write again...I just want to hear from you! I love each and every one of you dear readers!

Thanks to writingmemories, cold kagome, and elisahpstarkid for your reviews on the last chapter!

Disclaimer: I still haven't hacked Ryan's computer, so no Glee for me. :(

Enjoy!

Three years later…

"Blaine? It's seven am! Get your butt out of bed! It's time for school!" Blaine rolled over and pulled the pillow to cover his mother's shouts.

"Alright I'll be up in a minute."

Twenty minutes later Blaine rolled out of bed and got ready for school. Life had been alright since the move. It had been great actually. Blaine's first mission after the move was to officially come out to his parents, and the kids at his new school. If the move had taught him anything, it was that he was tired of hiding. He was tired of lying to everyone. His parents hadn't taken it very well, but he had found his place at the new school and his friends accepted him with open arms. After sophomore year, Blaine decided he had his fill of bullying. He was ready to change his life. That meant dropping contact with all his old friends, even Jacob and Harrison. Which, wasn't too hard seeing as after news got to them that Blaine was gay, they had refused to call him back. Yes, life was good for Blaine.

Getting up twenty minutes later than he should have hurt Blaine in the long run. It made him miss his favorite part of his morning ritual, watching the morning news. He had recently been converted as a local news junkie, and when he was feeling crazy, even watched the national news. He loved the idea that drama couldn't only be found in his crazy roller coaster of a life, but also in everyone else's. But because of his utter and complete laziness, Blaine would be out of the local loop all day. He heard his "time to leave for school" alarm go off. Running down the stairs tying the last of his bowtie, he grabbed the newspaper off the counter and threw it in his bag. Maybe he'd get a chance to read it during his free period.

Blaine sighed. Another day in the same mundane environment. Senior year was great, don't get him wrong, especially better than the past two years. There was something about being so close, so close to being the end, to finally getting out of this town, that made Blaine excited enough not to skip the classes he had left, like the rest of his friends. He was determined to make the most of his last few weeks. After doing a complete turnaround with his life, Blaine had vowed to make the most of it.

His literature teacher had posed a question to them the week before for a free response essay. The topic was, "Be the change you wish to see in the world. –Gandhi. As teenagers about to enter the real world, it is important that you care about something bigger than just yourself. If you had the funds and opportunity to change the world, what would your mission be?" Some of his friends had moped and griped and complained, but Blaine had already formulated his topic and thesis. The topic was something that he thought about often. Being a change that you wished to see, it meant something to him. Blaine didn't want his legacy to be just that of Blaine. He wanted to be remembered for something big. For doing something important with his life. He had but one life to give, and he was determined not to waste it. The move was his second chance, and he was going to make the most of it. That night, Blaine finished his essay.

Grieving.

Sadness and utter pain.

They say that time heals all wounds, but for them nothing would ever be the same.

Two years later, and the pain stung as much as that first shot.

Not in their darkest dreams had they ever thought.

What had they missed?

Where had they failed?

When had he begun to slip away?

Questions left unanswered, and now, they never would be.

Two years later, and they still had nothing to say.

"Blaine? Would you like to share your essay? You received the highest mark in the class, and I personally thought your essay was very moving." Mrs. Brittleworth, Blaine's literature teacher asked. Blaine rocked back and forth on his heels, contemplating. He was friends with most of the people in his class, respected by many, but he wasn't sure if they would get it. Not that he thought they would laugh, but it was more of a personal experience thing, you had to know what you were talking about. Then he felt that voice in the back of his head. Wasn't this what you wanted? A chance to spread awareness? So he nodded to his teacher and took his essay back to his seat.

"Alright class! Listen up! I have graded your make a change essays, and I have them ready to be handed back to you. The grades were mostly good, and several of you had some very inspiring stories to tell. But there was one essay that struck me as being extremely well written and thorough, and I've asked him to share it with the rest of you. So, Blaine, are you ready?" Blaine nodded, gathered his nerves, and stood, stepping across the classroom to the podium. He felt his heart jump, and took a deep breath before beginning.

"I'm gay. The first time I said those words, it was to my older brother Cooper. Everyone always thinks that your family will always be there for you, no matter the events or circumstances. That's their job, it's what families do, they help each other through the hard times. This is what I believed when I came out to my older brother. But he proved me wrong. The first thing he did was call me a faggot, then he left. My brother left on the first plane he could find and hasn't spoken to me since. Everyone thinks that their family has to always be there for them no matter what. That wasn't true in my case…

"I'm gay. It's not a character trait. It doesn't define me, or who I am. It's simply the way I love. I'm not that different from you. So why does society chose to label me? Why does society chose to set me apart from everyone else? I'm not that different from you. I like football, hate math, and enjoy listening to music and driving my truck through the mud. Discrimination hurts. So why do it?

"I'm gay. These are words spoken from people every day. People who are brave enough to admit to something they can't change. But when the only people you feel have to support you no matter who you are turn their backs against you, where do you turn? Where did I turn? I turned to bullying. I began to pick on other gay kids in my school. I shrank back further in the closet because the one person I told turned on me. Why would I risk telling even more people? I insulted kids, I called them names, I did everything to them that I was scared of happening to me. I'm ashamed. I'm humiliated. I used to hate myself for it. I hated the face I saw in the mirror, because I only saw half of it. I wish that I had had somewhere else to turn when I felt betrayed, a safe place that I could go and tell someone my secret, without their judging. I didn't have that. I wasn't suicidal, not yet, so calling The Trevor Project seemed like a joke. I just hated myself and the person I had become.

"I'm gay. When I moved here, these were the first words I told some of you. I figured there was no use in trying to be friends if you were going to leave me out in the cold the second I let it slip. But much to my surprise, you didn't. I've made some of the best friends I'll ever have here. You guys didn't care that I was different. I had it great here, the best case scenario. But I can't help but to think about what it would have been if things had been different. What if there was no safe haven here? Those other kids, that's their reality every day. So that's my mission. I want to create a safe place for them. A place where they can turn when things get rough. Someplace that's always accepting. A place that I didn't have.

"I'm gay. But that is simply the way I love. That word no longer defines me, because I don't let it. Bullying is a real problem here. Whether it be physical, verbal, or cyber, it doesn't matter. When you make a person feel alone, unwanted, or unimportant, that's bullying. And I've learned that it isn't just those who do the bullying that are the bad guys. It's also those who stand by and do nothing, those who see it happening and turn their eyes away. You are the ones who that victim looks to for help. You are the ones who fail him. You are the ones he feels betrayed and hurt the most by. Do you ever have a feeling that something's just not right? Do something. I dare you. I dare every single one of you to make a move. Change a live, change the world. Bring the bullying, and the ignorance of bullying to a stop. I dare you to make a move. I dare you to move."

Blaine took a deep breath as the applause started and he saw the smiling faces of his classmates. He looked to the back and saw the nod of approval from his teacher. Blaine blushed slightly, and took his seat. Mrs. Brittleworth stood and took her place at the front of the class again.

"Alright class. Wasn't that excellent? Now, the bell will ring in a few minutes, so I want you all to take out your notebooks and write down your assignments. Based on whatever you wrote your essay on, I want you to find a news article from the last ten years and bring it to class on Friday. It needs to be an actual article guys, so this could require a little effort on your part. But this is part of our unit on Change and how we as a culture of people are changing." The bell interrupted her speech. "Alright! Bye guys, see you on Friday!" As Blaine stood to exit the room, Mrs. Brittleworth approached him again.

"Blaine, I meant to ask you earlier, but I was wondering if you would mind me sending in a copy of your essay to the newspaper. The editor asked me to send in a favorite and inspirational one, and I would like to send them yours. Is that alright?"

"Um, uh sure thing." Blaine stammered.

"Alright. Well the story will probably print next week, as they wanted to do a short article on you and who you are as well. So I need you to, along with your article from class, bring in a few old pictures for the article on Friday. Think you can handle that?"

"Sure. Thanks Mrs. B."

"No Blaine, thank you. You're going to do something big with your life Blaine. I can tell."

Blaine left class smiling that day.

So? How do you like this Blaine? Better than the one of the last chapter, right? In order to keep the chapters around the same length, I had to cut out some of the speech I had written for Blaine. I tried to keep the important parts that really help explain who Blaine is now. If you have interest in reading the whole speech, leave me a review and let me know and I can send it to you in a pm. I've already written the nxt chapter, but I don't want to get all writer's block on you guys, so it will be a few days before the next one is posted.

Remember that you are loved, and it gets better! Always remember to smile!

Olivia