A multi-chapter Ranebow angst-fest for my fellow Ranebows! Seriously, those two are so frickin adorable. But Reed & Shane do not belong to me, nor do any of the other characters; they belong to the ever lovely Miss CP Coulter who continues to grace us with her wonderful story.

And Kurt & Blaine don't belong to me – they belong to Ryan Murphy. Believe me, if they did, Blaine would've declared his undying love for Kurt on Valentine's Day, they'd flip off that hippie at the GAP, and they would live happily ever after.

This tidbit has been stuck in my head for a bit though. The story alternates between POV and writing style. I don't know why I do that. But oh well. First thing I've written in a long time. Reviews are appreciated!

Prologue: Cornered

"Don't think you're leaving us so soon, fag."

It was the word. The one cuss word never uttered in Windsor. The word referred to as the other F-word, and no one even said that unless absolutely necessary.

There was another hard shove and Reed tumbled on to the rough pavement. He flipped over on his back to face his assailants. Three beefy teenagers with letterman jackets – the stereotypical high school bully.

How had this happened? He had been out with Kurt, on a shopping spree. Kurt had gone to the restroom, and Reed had gone to get in line at Starbucks.

Then they had appeared out of nowhere and cornered him outside the store, in a dark alley. Reed was wasn't good at handling horror movies, but from the few that he had been dragged into watching, he knew that this was the part where they would either a) kill him and dump his body in a ditch or b) kill him and dig a shallow grave, and dump his body in there.

Either way they were going to kill him. Reed felt his breathing increase and his eyes widen as they came closer.