Author's Note: these next few chapters are going to kill me. I hated doing this one and it just gets worse. This chapter has some swearing in it and people being bullied. Sorry you guys. Love you all. Review!

August 15th

"Come in!" I did up the last button on my shirt and turned to the door. Mom was standing in the door way. "Hi Blainers." she smiled. "Hey Ma." "Are about ready? It's almost time for you to head out. And I still wanna take your pictures." She laughed. I grabbed my back pack and flung it over my shoulder.

I followed mom down the stairs and into the kitchen. Kurt was sitting at the kitchen table looking through an old news paper. "Ready for pictures babe?" I asked resting my hand on Kurt's shoulder. I dropped the paper and walk out to the porch with me.

"Okay just one more, Blaine wrap your arm around Kurt's waist." Mom said. We had been taking pictures for the past 10 minutes and I was getting anxious. "Moooom." I blushed. "Come on Blaine." Kurt said smiling down at me. I pulled him in around the waist and he rested his arm on my shoulder. I smiled up at him. 'Click' "Okay, now go. You're gonna be late." Mom said handing us or back packs and me my truck key. I smiled at her and grabbed Kurt's hand and pulled him out to the truck.

"Ready honey?" Kurt asked as we pulled into the parking lot. I slammed the truck door hard and walked over to where Kurt leaned against the truck. We slowly walked together to the front door. It was strange. People were saying hi to us and I must have given a billion high fives in the parking lot alone. We met up with Tyler in the hall and walked to class with him.

Nobody said boo to me all day, until after school. We were half was to the truck when Kurt forgot a book in his locker and had to go back. I kept walking toward the truck.

"Hey fag." I turned around to see Clayton standing behind me.

"Good you know your name." he smirked.

"Go away." I growled.

"How about no. I hope you enjoyed today Blaine. Because tomorrow, your life is going to become Hell." Clayton hissed stepping closer to me.

"Why are you doing this Clay? You never did this to Tyler, why the hell are you doing this to me?" I yelled.

"I couldn't care less about Tyler. This is about you being in the locker room and letting your eyes wonder."

"Really that's what you're so damn worried about. Clayton I wouldn't look at you if it was that or die. You are a sick, pathetic excuse for a human being and I'm ashamed I ever call you a friend."

"Yeah, you may not look at me but I'm speaking of the whole team here. It's not like you're any good. Playing sports it just an easy way to get a peep!"

"I'm no good? Tell me Clayton, if I'm no good why would I have a full scholarship to the University of Illinois offered to me by their baseball coach hu? And Clayton, what the hell are your plans?"

"I'm sure your dad would be thrilled to know that you're talking like this. Or how about the fact that you're not exactly what you seem to be? I'm sure he would be very pleased to know that his good little Christian son's a fag."

I could feel the color drain from my face.

A sick smile spread across Clayton's face. "See you later Blainey." he took his hand and shoved me into the side of my truck.

"Blaine?" I opened my eyes to see Kurt standing in front of me. "You ready to go?" I said cheerfully. Kurt gave me a funny look but climbed into the truck anyways. He leaned his head on my shoulder the whole way home telling me he loved me.

August 16th

Only a couple of people said hey to me or Kurt in the parking lot. We got odd looks from some people but other than that: nothing. But once again the worst came at the end of the day. Kurt went to tutoring while I had a football meeting.

All the usual guys were crowded into the tiny library waiting for coach to show up. When I walked in everybody got quiet. I took a seat in the back corner by myself. Coach came in and papers were pasted around and jerseys given out. I took my number 30 like always and went back to my spot. "Alright, now does anybody have any questions, comments, concerns?" Coach asked not really expecting a response.

"I do actually." Clayton said standing up. He looked over his shoulder at me and I felt my stomach drop. "I'm not comfortable with Blaine being in the locker room." A few freshmen laughed. "Really Clayton. You guys are juniors you're supposed to be setting examples for the freshman not joking around." Coach said starting to leave.

"I'm serious Coach. Everybody knows what Blaine really is. Should I say it Blaine or do you wanna do the honors." Clayton smirked. I shot him a dirty look and started to leave the room. "That's what I thought. Blaine Anderson is a fag, just like Tyler." Clayton said sitting back down. "We do NOT use that word in here Clayton!" Coach shouted. He just shrugged and looked at me. "It's true though, isn't it Blainey? You're gay aren't you?" Clayton asked knowingly. All the guys stared at me. I shook my head at Clayton and look back at Coach who looked like he was going to have a panic attack. "I'm done here." I said and stormed out of the room.

I met Kurt by the truck and we drove home without saying a word to each other. Kurt could see that things were getting worse. I reached over and grabbed his hand. Kurt ran his thumb over my knuckles over and over again.

August 17th

Nobody looked at us in the parking lot this morning or said hey to me in the halls. It was the calm before the storm I could feel it.

Then it happened. Kurt and I had separated to go to our class after lunch and I was standing at my locker. I clicked the door shut and was about to start off toward my next class when my left shoulder collided with the locker bank. A few people around me laughed then when I looked up everybody stopped. Towering above me was Clayton with that damn smirk on his face.

"Get used to it Blaine. It's going to me a long year." Clayton yelled and stormed off down the hall. I was shoved into the lockers a few times that day but never when Kurt was around. Thankfully.

August 22nd

The locker shoves escalated over the past week. They became hander and more frequent. More and more people laughed when it happened and the few that used to ask me if I was okay became the worst tormenters. I was called names during class and the teachers did nothing. Kurt noticed what was going on but I told him to stay out of it. He had been thru it once. He didn't need this to push him over his limits again. My mom did too. She became more nosey about how things were going at school and why I never hung out with Clayton anymore. I was sleeping less and if I did sleep it was full of nightmares.

August 25th

It started out as any normal day. I got up. I got dressed. I ate. Said goodbye to my mom and shared a quick kiss with Kurt before we got on school property. But there was something off. People were smirking at me and Kurt as we walked thru the parking lot. Whispers echoed behind us as we walked thru the main doors. As we rounded the corner a mob of people was stand by my locker. I pushed my way thru the crowd and stopped short.

Sprayed in pink across my locker was the word 'Fag.' I could feel Kurt's hand grab my arm and try to pull me away but I shook him off. Hot tears pooled in the corners of my eyes. "Blaine, come on." Kurt said grabbing the sleeve of my t-shirt. "I'd listen to him Blainey. It'd be a shame if something happened to the pretty little fairy face of his, wouldn't it?" Clayton said stepping close to me. "You stay the hell away from him." I shouted. "Deal, but just one more thing….." he said stating to turn around. The next this I knew I my back and left shoulder slammed against the metal lockers.

"I left a little note for your Daddy in the church mail box. If you hurry, maybe you can get it before he does." he laughed and stormed off down the hall. The ball rang and the spectators ran into their class rooms.

"Come on Blaine, we're going home." Kurt said reaching for my hand. "I have to do something first." I whispered. I opened my locker and took down all the personal stuff. The pictures, magnets, class schedules, and reminders. I dumped all my notebooks into my back pack and slammed the door shut. I nodded for Kurt to follow me.

I spun the dial to my gym locker and yanked it down. The squeak of the door opening echoed thru the empty locker room. I pulled out my duffle bag and emptied all my football stuff into it. I slung the bag over my shoulder and looked at Kurt and nodded. I grabbed his hand and we walked out of school.

"Blaine if we hurry we could still catch that letter." Kurt said as we pulled out of the school lot. "Kurt my dad was at the church at 7 this morning. He checks the mail right when he gets there. He's got the letter Kurt. It's over." I said with a few tears. Kurt reached over and ran his hand up and down my back.

We drove in silence the whole way home. When we pulled up the house my dad's car was sitting in from of the barn. "He's never home during the day." I whispered. Kurt nodded and climbed out of the truck. We slowly walked up the brick path to face the music.

Author's Note: I didn't like writing that at all. I know nothing huge happened but it will in the next chapters. Thanks for reading. Review.