Little angst one and very short. Drabbly. There will probably be less updates because I'm devoting my time to writing a new multi-chapter story. It's Fairy Tail fanfiction but for those who like the anime are free to check it out when I actually work up the nerve to post it. I really have no confidence in my writing, I just think it's awkward and picky and I dont think I get enough meaning across..

Anyway this is Blaine before Kurt and Dalton. I imagined his world would be a pretty dull and life less place for him at that time, what with all the bullying and his dad... Hope this actually works and Im not just wasting words :)

Also it was inspired by my very good friend's drawing or a sad Blaine. The quality of her artwork blows my mind XD

He had been bullied so many times. Too many. And every time something like this happened it only served to remind him why:

"This is how, you remind me of what I really am."

It was the worst and cruellest way possible. And yet it happened. To people like him. And not just gays. Geeks, drama queens, emo's. All nobodies in today's society.

The cost of admitting that he was gay, not only to himself, but to people around him, people he knew and saw everyday… it had been a struggle since day one. How he could feel for another guy just wasn't completely accepted. His Dad couldn't understand it. No matter how hard he tried. And it broke Blaine's heart. Bit by bit. Try after try.

There was only so much Blaine could take. He couldn't exactly walk down the hall with the guy he liked. And he could forget about slow dancing at his own prom when half the football team beat you to a bloody pulp when you stepped outside your own front door.

Was it worth it? Worth to wait for that one person who would stop his heart with just one look, making him believe to take chances and go for it without looking back in regret or shame? Would that person ever come? Or would he have to hide what he truly was for the rest of his life? Kissing girls and pretending that he liked it… And this is where Blaine became confused.

He just wanted the bullying to stop. He wanted his father to accept him for who he was desperately. Just for him to say 'It's going to be all right' and mean it with conviction and pride. But it went against everything his father taught him.

Stand up for what you believe in. Fight back. Protect those around you. Especially if you understand just what they're going through. Strength in numbers and don't run away when you are being beaten down.

But… such a small word that has so much meaning. For Blaine had to admit defeat this time.

The prom-that-he-couldn't-go-to was the last straw.

Starting Monday he was transferring schools.

He couldn't go back to justs and what ifs.

Sometimes the best strategy was to fall back, re-group and come back stronger than ever. And Blaine knew that he needed to find himself before he could face up to those bully's ever again.

Who knows. Maybe he could find that special someone that he had been looking for at Dalton. Maybe he could find that home that he had longed for. Maybe he could be accepted.

Maybe sounded much better than all the confusion of his thoughts, all the sorrow and grief that he carried.

And though he may regret acting like a coward…. he felt that things happened for a reason. And that when he met someone who had been bullied just like him;

He would be there. Standing tall and proud of his sexuality.

He couldn't stay curled up in a ball forever.