Disclaimer: I don't own Glee or any of these characters… if I did, Karofsky wouldn't exist anymore, Jesse wouldn't have been such an asshole (albeit one I believe legitimately fell for Rachel), and there would be a LOT more Blaine.

A/n: So, a lot of people are giving Blaine a backstory… just figured I would share the version that's currently in my head.

He was broken. Broken like the family that had produced him… like the frame that held the last family portrait they'd had taken. The frame that Blaine still kept wrapped up in a scarf in one of his drawers, because he couldn't let go of that last little bit of normality. As broken as he was, somehow he had come across as someone that could be trusted… someone who had his shit together way more than was really the case. And Blaine could deal with that; Blaine could handle helping someone who was dealing with the same thing he'd gone through his freshman year.

Blaine sat down on the floor of his room, digging through the contents of his bottom dresser drawer, trying to find the only scarf he had that went with his school uniform. His knuckles bumped up against the frame and Blaine stopped, pulling out the scarf-wrapped silver frame. The silver had tarnished over the past decade, but the actual picture itself was more important to Blaine, even with the scratches that crossed the picture. Blaine ran a finger across his mother's face, sighing.

He'd never felt wanted; after the divorce, Blaine had bounced back and forth between his parents for years, never going to the same school two years in a row because his parents couldn't decide whether or not they actually wanted to have a kid. It had been tough and Blaine had survived it, but not without more than his fair share of baggage.

"You're going to be late for class." Blaine looked up from the photo frame as he heard Kurt's voice, smiling at the younger boy as he fought back the tears. Of course, Kurt was too perceptive to not notice that something was wrong. "What's wrong?" Blaine sighed and turned away, looking back at the picture in his hands as Kurt walked over and sat down on the floor next to him.

"It's nothing," Blaine replied, starting to wrap the frame back up in the old scarf until Kurt took it from his hands.

"It's obviously not nothing if you're crying." Blaine watched as the younger boy looked down at the picture inside the frame. "Is this your family?" Blaine nodded, knowing that he had never told the other boy about his family. "What, are you homesick or something?"

"Or something…" Blaine sighed, taking the picture from Kurt's hands and starting to wrap it in the scarf again so he could put it away. "This was the last family picture we took before the divorce."

"Oh." Blaine hadn't ever told Kurt about his family; it wasn't that he was embarrassed about it, it was just that it had never come up.

"I live with my dad now… but growing up I sort of got thrown back and forth between the two of them," Blaine explained.

"That makes you sad?" Kurt asked. Blaine smiled slightly.

"I'm broken, Kurt. Damaged goods."

"What are you talking about? You're like, perfect," Kurt replied. Blaine shook his head.

"I've never known what it feels like to be wanted. My parents didn't want me when I was a kid," Blaine replied. He felt Kurt put an arm around his shoulders.

"Do you honestly believe that?"

"Kurt, my mom told me that. My parents didn't love each other, and I know they didn't love me…" Blaine put the wrapped frame back in his drawer before he snaked one of his arms around the other boy's waist. "I'm not perfect… far from it. My world sort of fell apart, and I fell apart with it."

"Do you want to skip?" Kurt asked. Blaine smiled.

"Only if you're going to skip with me."

"I think I can do that. Are you going to talk to me?" Kurt asked.

"I don't know why you would want to hear about all of that…"

"Because I care about you… and whether you want to talk about it or not, you need to get all of this off your chest. It'll make you feel better."

"How do you know so much?" Blaine asked.

"My dad made me talk to a psychologist after my mom died." Blaine just nodded, turning his head back towards the door of his dorm room. Kurt had left it open, and Blaine got up and shut the door so that no one would realize that they were in there. Then he walked over and sat down on his bed, motioning for Kurt to come sit with him. Blaine smiled when Kurt obliged, even though he wasn't really as close as Blaine would have liked.

"Where do you want me to start?" Blaine asked.

"Just start wherever." Blaine smiled slightly when Kurt took his hand.

"I always knew my parents shouldn't have been together… they fought all the time, for as long as I could remember. I was seven when my dad left, and the divorce was finalized right before my ninth birthday," Blaine started. "I went back and forth between my parents every school year… my mom hated being stuck with me, and she didn't hesitate to tell me."

Blaine sighed, leaning back against the pillow on his bed. He really didn't know what to say; Blaine had never told anyone about his family before, and he really wasn't sure of the best way to approach it. Blaine felt Kurt gently squeeze his hand, a silent encouragement to continue.

"Things weren't really any better with my dad… he was always busy, and he didn't really know what to do with me when I was living with him. I ended up spending most of my time with his housekeeper, and then with my stepmother. She's cool and everything, but I know she would rather have kids of her own instead of me."

"What makes you say that?"

"She's young… my dad can't have any more kids – my mom made him have a vasectomy after I was born, and having it reversed is ridiculously hard and kind of expensive," Blaine explained. "She's better than my stepfather, though…" Blaine ran a hand through his hair, messing up what he'd spent way too long fixing earlier that morning. "I was supposed to live with my mom freshman year, but it really didn't sit well with her new husband. He's…" Blaine sighed, unsure of how to put it into words.

"My stepfather doesn't understand what me being gay really means… Logan thinks I chose to be this way. I was a really big people pleaser when I was younger, so when he set me up with his friend's daughter, I took her out even though I knew that I wasn't going to have feelings for her." Blaine stopped there; he didn't want to tell Kurt what he'd done. Blaine was ashamed of the things he had done in the past, and he had a feeling that Kurt could tell there was something there.

"You can tell me, Blaine… I'm not going to judge you." Blaine took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

"I slept with her. I couldn't think about what I was doing… I had to keep thinking she was someone else. I called her a guy's name, and she outed me to the whole school," Blaine admitted. He opened his eyes, glad that he'd missed whatever reaction Kurt had had to his admission; whatever it had been, it had passed before Blaine opened his eyes. "The teasing was so bad… I barely made it to Christmas break. I wasn't as confident as you are; I couldn't handle the names and the physical abuse from the other kids a school. Not when I was getting pretty much the same thing at home from my stepfather. I was already so screwed up… I just sort of lost it the day after finals, and I stole some painkillers from my mom's medicine cabinet. I'd taken about half of them before she caught me…"

"You attempted suicide?" Kurt asked. Blaine nodded, seeing the confused look on the younger boy's face.

"I wasn't strong like you, Kurt… I couldn't handle it. My dad flipped out when he found out, and my stepmother pretty much demanded that I move in with them. I told them about the bullying… not everything, but enough for them to freak out and decide that they weren't going to send me back to another public school. They found Dalton, and I've been here ever since."

Blaine wasn't sure what the look on Kurt's face meant; he didn't know the younger boy well enough to read him like that yet. When Kurt didn't say anything for a few minutes, Blaine turned and looked at him again.

"Please say something…"

"I don't know what to say." Blaine closed his eyes, suddenly regretting that he'd started telling Kurt all of those things. He didn't open his eyes until he felt Kurt move, and he was surprised to find Kurt lying down on the bed next to him.

"You're not disgusted?" Blaine asked.

"You were young and confused. I'm kind of impressed that you were willing to tell me all of that, to be honest." Blaine smiled slightly at the idea that he had impressed Kurt, even just a little bit. Of course, the best part for Blaine was the fact that Kurt leaned in and pressed his lips against Blaine's for a brief moment.

"You do realize that you're letting your uniform get all wrinkled, don't you?" Blaine asked, knowing that Kurt cared about his clothes.

"It's worth it. Besides, there's always the ironing board." Blaine leaned in and planted a kiss on the younger boy's lips, holding himself back from making it anything more than what the boy's previous kiss had been. He wasn't going to push things; what they already had was good, and Blaine didn't want to lose that relationship.

"Thank you," Blaine said. He wrapped his arms around the younger boy, smiling. For the first time in a long time, Blaine felt like all the broken pieces fit together and he was whole.

A/n: So, that's my story. I sort of feel like Blaine's too perfect; I love the character, but I feel like he's practically a Gary Sue on the show at the moment. He needs some conflict!