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Blaine walked into school the next morning where his ankle length jeans and long sleeved jumper – which were obviously clashing – with a gigantic grin on his face, just like he did every, tiring and adequate day. He stumbled to his locker, after tripping over an athlete's foot, who then proceeded to high-five his friends. Blaine rolled his eyes and kept his head high – he was used to doing that now. He reached his locker, put in his combination and opened, staring longingly at the image of Kurt on the inside. Kurt was the only person in his life that could make him happy – but Kurt didn't know that. The way he cared for everything Blaine did made him feel so warm and cosy inside! No one else could have that effect on him – no matter how much he adored his friends in glee club, none of them made him feel the way Kurt did.
Kurt was his boyfriend. That was hard to get over. Blaine admired him, idolized him, looked up to him, for all that crap he was put through and now – look how strong he is! Blaine wished he could be half the man Kurt was, but he knew that would never happen. Everyone in his family hated him.
'Hey!' Kurt shouted from down the hall, catching Blaine by surprise and taking him out of his thoughts.
'Hi.' Blaine said, as he hugged Kurt and collected his books from his locker.
'How was your night last night?' Kurt asked him, leaning against the lockers.
'Normal. Boring. Consisted of… homework, TV, the usual.' He felt so bad lying to Kurt, but what was he meant to do? He'd be so ashamed if he found out.
'You should have called me! We could've had…' Kurt paused, turning into Blaine's ear and whispering, 'fun.' Kurt grinned as he saw the pleasure that was on Blaine's face, and laughed at him.
'Don't do that!' Blaine said, laughing at himself but also feeling flushed.
'Anyway,' Kurt continued, 'I've got to go get my stuff but I'll see you in Glee?'
'Yep, you know it!' Blaine was still laughing at Kurt's comment, but as soon as Kurt was gone he was stuck in his thoughts again. He tried so hard to shake it out of his head, but they wouldn't budge. The little voices of his father constantly tormenting him. It was as if he'd never get away from his father – which probably terrified him the most.
The bell rang, alarming Blaine and reminding him he was at school – which certainly didn't help him cheer up. He closed his leather bag and walked to home room, where he sat and did nothing. Sam made effort to try and talk to him, but Blaine wasn't in the mood today. It was as if he'd suddenly lost his spark, lost the momentum that everyone supposedly loved about him…
