A/N: I can't believe the response this fanfiction has already got! Seriously, thank you guys so much! Your reviews make my day.

Here's the second chapter! I hope you like it (:

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee or A Walk to Remember; those rights belong to Mr Ryan Murphy himself and Nicholas Sparks.

Kurt Hummel has waited years for this day and now it was finally here. He walked purposefully down the locker lined corridors of William McKinley High School a senior, clad in black skinny jeans, a crisp white shirt along with a grey waistcoat and a black bowtie. His hair styled perfectly into a quiff, carrying enough hairspray to set the school alight if it were faced with a flame. He rounded the corner, his steps becoming more cautious due to the fear of what was awaiting him. He faltered slightly as red and white filled his vision: the popular kids.

One more year, it's just one more year, Kurt repeated to himself as he got closer to his tormentors. However, luckily for him, they all seemed to be too distracted by this blonde kid to even acknowledge him.

"-we are here to welcome you to McKinley," he caught Puck saying as he strides past them. Ah, here we go again, another poor innocent new kid about to come face to face with a heap of rubbish. The famous McKinley High dumpster toss, Kurt had had enough experience with that. It was disgusting and completely humiliating. In fact, Kurt has probably made his way through the whole list of McKinley traditions, from the slushy facials to locker slams, you name it, he'd had them all. To say it was easy being out and proud at this hell hole was a complete lie; it was far from easy.

Kurt had known he was different from a young age; he didn't like hardly anything other boys did his age. He'd prefer to sing and have tea parties rather than play football and get all dirty. His parents didn't seem to care, but his classmates certainly did. Everyday he'd get the name calling and each time his mother was there to get him through it. His mother, Elizabeth, was his anchor; she'd always find a way to get him smiling again and make him know that it's okay to be himself. But she wasn't there anymore. When Kurt was eight, a horrific car accident took his mother and broke the chain that was keeping him grounded. For months he'd felt numb, he'd cry himself to sleep almost every night. When he'd have had a bad day, he no longer had anyone to turn to. Yeah, he had his dad, Burt, but he wasn't the same. He didn't know the right things to say to make him feel better and ever since his mom had gone, his dad had never been the same. They fell into a routine: wake up, have breakfast, his dad would go to work while he went to school, come home, have dinner and then sleep. It was the same routine for years.

Kurt finally gathered up the courage to come out to his dad and from there it just kept going up. Burt accepted him, stating he already knew, and then Carole came in. Kurt is still not proud of how he got Carole into their lives and is still extremely embarrassed by his crush on one Finn Hudson. He still finds it strange to think that his old crush is now his step brother. Carole and Finn have been a wonderful addiction to his family, the house didn't seem so empty anymore and his dad was a lot happier. He missed his mom everyday but he was glad to have a family again.

When high school came along, that was when Kurt started wishing his mom was still with him. The name calling got worse and the bullying intensified. He'd come home with bruises and ruined outfits wanting nothing more than his mom to just be there to make the pain go away. He doesn't understand how people can be so blinded by prejudice and intentionally hurt him just for being himself. Kurt wasn't ashamed that he was gay, he was proud to be. Yeah, it's hard being the only person out of the closet at McKinley, but he didn't care anymore. He takes whatever the bullies throw at him because he knows that he's going to get out of here. He's going to leave Lima and head straight for the Big Apple to follow his dreams.

A slam of a locker pulled him out of his thoughts and he turned to see the Jocks guiding the blonde boy down the corridor with the three Cheerios and Blaine in toe. Kurt stared longingly at one Blaine Anderson, his eyes following those goddamn beautiful curls as he followed his friends out of the school. He would be lying if he said he hadn't developed a little crush on the boy, what's there not to like? In Kurt's eyes he was perfect… and straight.

He sighed, it's always the straight ones, he thought sadly. He doesn't understand why he always falls for the guys which are obviously as straight as a ruler. For some reason though, he has a feeling Blaine isn't all that straight; he's had that feeling ever since the boy waltzed through doors of McKinley back in sophomore year. Kurt would like to say he has a pretty good gaydar, and Blaine set a bunch of alarms in his head blaring: he's gay, he has to be. But, unfortunately he wasn't, he was straight, he even dated Quinn Fabray for Christ's sake!

Kurt sighed again as he turned back and continued the short trek to his locker. A boy can dream, right?

Oh, if only Kurt knew.

Blaine greeted his mother as he strolled into the kitchen the next morning, sitting down and eating a slice of toast which she had set out for him. His mom sat down opposite him, studying him carefully as he ate.

"So… I got a call from your school this morning." Blaine froze, slowly lifting his gaze to his mother's.

"What was it about?" he asked warily, shifting uncomfortably in his seat.

"They told me how this new student was found unconscious on the school grounds and you just happened to be there. Blaine, why did you do it? This isn't you." The disappointment in his mom's eyes was too much for him and he wanted nothing more than to just leave the table.

"I… Mom, I promise you it wasn't my fault," Blaine began, his eyes pleading with hers.

"Then why were you there, Blaine?" she asked.

"I was there when they threw him in the dumpster, but I swear to you I didn't want to be. When I noticed he wasn't moving, they all fled but I couldn't just leave him, mom, I couldn't. I got him out and that's when the teacher found me. They just jumped to conclusions." Blaine told her, hoping she would believe his words unlike the others.

Julie sat silently for a moment before sighing dejectedly. "I believe you. I thought it didn't sound like you at all considering all that happened back in Westerville. But why are you being punished for it if you didn't do it?"

"I tried to tell them that I didn't do it, but there was no evidence and I couldn't tell them who did it because, well… I was scared. I don't know what they'd do if I told everyone it was them and I don't plan on finding out. I'll just take whatever punishment they give me and that's it then."

"I understand, I do. It's just not fair on you. What's the punishment for it?" she asked softly, placing her hand gently over his own.

"I don't know yet. They said they were going to talk to Sam and then tell me today."

"I'm sure it won't be too bad," she said, squeezing his hand, Blaine offering her a small smile in return.

"I better get going," Blaine announced, removing his hand from hers and rising from his seat.

"Okay. Have a good day, Blaine. I love you."

"I love you too, mom."

Blaine hated assemblies. It was the same every time, Figgins would just drone on about nothing in particular before dismissing us. With a heavy sigh, he sat on the vacant seat at the end of the row, his eyes following Figgins' figure as he made his way to the microphone.

"Attention students," his voice rang through the room, silencing the majority of the student body. "Welcome to another year at McKinley. The same rules as last year still apply and I hope you all have another great year, especially you seniors. Now, all the clubs signup sheets shall be pinned up at some point this week, and William Schuster and his Glee Club are here today with a special performance. William, if you please." Figgins stepped away from the microphone, offering it to the Spanish teacher who was far too enthusiastic in Blaine's opinion.

"Hey guys! It's another year and Glee club is still looking for members. Anyone can sign up and if you're a little on the fence about it, hopefully this performance will change your mind!" he smiled widely while gesturing to the ageing curtains which were slowly beginning to open.

Blaine sighed sadly as he saw the New Directions appear. He wanted nothing more than to be up there with them, but he knew he couldn't. He stared at the group longingly as they all danced around with Finn Hudson and Rachel Berry taking the leads. He had to admit, their voices did work well together but he desperately wanted to hear Kurt sing. His eyes followed the smiling brunette as he harmonised with the others, a small smile tugging on his lips as he saw how happy they all looked. He did like Kurt despite not really knowing him. He wishes every day that he could be more like Kurt Hummel, to be brave like him. He keeps his head held high when everyone throws stuff at him and Blaine admires him for that. And, come on, he was hot as hell – have you seen those pants he's wearing?! The hug his hips perfectly and Blaine can't help that his gaze lingers on his crotch-

Blaine, what are you doing?! He mentally slaps himself for thinking such things, he barely even knows him! Blaine was so distracted by his… thoughts that he didn't realise that the performance was over. He quickly shook himself because politely clapping along with a few others. He stared after Kurt as he began to exit the stage and scolded himself for letting his thoughts get a little out of hand.

As he watched Kurt go, he knew one thing: this was going to be one hell of a year.

A/N: Well, that's chapter two! I hope you liked it! I'll try and post the next chapter as soon as I can, I have the beginning wrote out already.

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