Alright. I obviously kind of gave up on my other fanfic. Well, I didn't give up, I'm just... trying to plan what all is going to happen. So that will be updated SOON. I promise!

Anyways. I was going through some of my school notebooks and I found a fanfiction I started! This was originally called "Not Alone", but since I already have another story called that, I changed it Obviously.

The song in the title is called "You won't feel a thing" by The Script. Listen to it(: I dare you.

And the song that inspired this chapter is "Low" by Coldplay.

Enjoy!

I don't own Glee (obviously) or any songs mentioned(:

CHAPTER 1

Low

Porcelain. Lady. Mayor of Gay Town. Fag. Fancy. Lady boy.

Those were just a few of the names he had been called in the past 24 hours. Kurt Hummel was being thrown against lockers after nearly every class, tormented and shoved around in the hallways. He was crying so hard by lunch time, he was mortified to eat with his friends. He skipped lunch to sit in the darkest stall in the girls bathroom and cry. The girls didn't really mind him going in there – they knew he wouldn't pull anything on them and half of them thought he was too much of a freak to even care. But it was the one place he could run off to and be alone, without the fear of being beaten up. Even the Neanderthals were smart enough to stay away from the girls bathroom.

Snowflakes flurried around Kurt as he wrapped his pea coat around himself and shivered. He told Finn to head home without him, he was going to walk across to the Lima Bean. But Kurt was still crying, and the extremely low temperature made it even worse because the tears just froze on his face. He was freezing and angry with the world, and on top of that, his outfit was totally just stained to no end. He was slushied twice that day, meatloaf was thrown at him as if they were waiting for him when he escaped the girls bathroom, and the snow he sat on looked a little muddy – someone probably got stuck in the massive pothole a few feet ahead and kicked up mud as they tried to back out. Thank god he wore black skinnies today.

Kurt inhaled sharply as he heard footsteps crunching the snow, getting closer. He braced himself for another slushy in the face, perhaps a trashcan full of snow. He crouched down and cringed. But all he saw was a hand covered in a blue and red striped glove moving down to grasp his own.

"Hey, are you okay?" The stranger asked.

Kurt looked up and sniffled, baffled at how unbearably nice this stranger was. And boy, he was cute. Nmo, scratch that. There were no words to describe how adorable he was. Kurt almost did a double take. His hazel eyes penetrated in to Kurt's icy blue ones, a slight smile flashed for just a moment. And his hair. Kurt couldn't imagine how horribly.. depressed he would be with tangled up, black hair. I mean, he was already depressed enough. But that would just add on to it! Kurt stared at the man, and came to the conclusion that the black, bushy hair really suited the stranger.

"U-uh.. Y-y-eah. I-I just.." Kurt half stuttered, half shivered.

"C'mon, I'm buying you some coffee," The stranger yanked Kurt up and kept hold of his hand as they walked across the street and into the Lima bean.

It was pretty empty. Just a couple sitting in the back of the store, but wait, there were two familiar faces sitting over in a booth, engaged in a conversation. Puck and Quinn. Puck glanced up and saw Kurt, obviously frozen to death. His lips looked a bluish purple, his skin looked almost translucent. Puck looked between Kurt and the boy, about to say something, but Kurt shot him a "You-better-shut-it-or-I'll-kill-you" look. Quinn followed Puck's gaze and gaped at Kurt. Kurt shot her the same look and she smiled and nodded. They went back into their conversation, but not without glancing at Kurt every few seconds.

"So, what's your order?" The stranger nudged Kurt playfully.

"O-oh. Nonf-fat m-mocha." Kurt reached into his pocket with a shaky hand for some cash, but the stranger grabbed his wrist.

"Hey, it's on me. You just need to warm up."

Kurt nodded as the stranger motioned for him to go grab a seat. Kurt ran over to Puck and Quinn and sneered "Not one word." before choosing a table only a few seats away from them, which was also within earshot. He didn't really care about their gossip, but it would make it a lot easier on him. No questions for Kurt the next day. Puck and Quinn would already know everything.

Kurt peeled off his coat as easily as he could, and was tempted to even kick off his shoes, but he didn't. He sighed and sat down, wondering what he got himself into. Who was this guy anyway? Some random nice stranger just offered to buy him coffee. Kurt glanced up at the guy giving his order. Was he.. gay? No, Kurt wouldn't even let himself think about that. No way he would luck out that much. No way. He quickly looked away, trying not to blush.

"Nonfat mocha just for you!" He shot a dazzling smile that seriously almost made Kurt melt.

"Thank you." Kurt smiled and took the coffee, wondering what the strangers name was.

"I'm Blaine. Blaine Anderson." He smiled again. Kurt wondered if he could read minds.

"I'm Kurt Hummel." Kurt smiled and took a long sip of his coffee.

"So, you're probably wondering why some random stranger just came up and decided to buy coffee for you, right?" Blaine chuckled a little after gulping down half of his coffee.

"Uh, actually, I was wondering exactly that." Kurt glanced sideways at Quinn and Puck, who were obviously gaping at him again.

"I noticed you sitting over there when I got here to work my shift, but then when my shift was over and you were still there, I kind of got worried." He was frowning, staring down into his coffee. "And then I just walked across the street on an impulse. You were sitting there, rocking back and forth looking miserable. So then I decided that you needed to warm up and cheer up... and I kind of grabbed you. Sorry about that. People say I'm a little touchy sometimes..."

"Thank you. I really mean it. I probably would have sat out there for hours and literally froze to death.

"Hey, no problem."

They sat in silence for a few more moments. One couple left, but Quinn and Puck were still seated.

"Uh, I don't mean to pry, but.. what exactly made you look so... miserable?" Blaine asked.

Well, obviously Blaine didn't go to McKinley. Everyone knew about Kurt being the only openly gay student there.

Kurt shuddered a little and sat down his coffee.

"It's a pretty long story." Kurt said.

"Well, we better get out of here then. Closing time is in ten minutes." Blaine stood and picked up his coat.

Kurt was reluctant to pick his dripping wet jacket up from the chair and put it on, but he wanted to figure out why this guy insisted on learning about him. He turned around and waved at the wide-eyed Quinn and Puck before throwing his coffee in the trashcan as Blaine did and followed him out to the parking lot. Kurt gaped at his car – a new Silver Chevrolet Camaro.

"Wow." Kurt blurted out.

Blaine walked Kurt to the passenger door and opened it, motioning for him to get in.

Kurt grabbed his phone out of his jean pocket, hoping that it wasn't broken. He kind of forgot about it while sitting in the snow. Three missed calls from his father. Uh oh.

"Excuse me for a second, I've got to call my Dad back." Kurt grumbled.

Burt picked up before the first ring.

"Kurt! Where are you? It's five o'clock!"

"It's fine Dad. I was just grabbing some coffee at the Lima Bean and lost track of time. I'll be home in an hour or so, okay? Uh.. Mercedes wants me to help her rehearse for her song this week. Is that alright?" He glanced nervously over to Blaine, who seemed to be getting a kick out of the conversation as he pulled out of the parking lot.

"Yeah, okay. Fine. Just because it's Mercedes. And it's a Friday. Well, Call me when you head home. I'm assuming you've got a ride since Finn brought you ho-" There was a muffled voice that Kurt realized as Carols. "Oh, yeah, I almost forgot. Carole and I are going out for dinner, okay? Finn is out with Rachel. Carole just went to the store, so if you don't eat with Mercedes, there's plenty here."

Kurt smiled.

"Alright, Dad. Thanks." He hung up after that.

"So, lied to your Dad, Eh?" Blaine chuckled.

"He's kind of.. overprotective of me. Since all of the crap that happens to me at school." Kurt spoke.

"Well, that can be both good and bad... right?" Blaine asked.

"Yeah, I suppose." Kurt looked over to Blaine's profile, wondering just about... him. Where did this boy come from? Freaking Narnia? Kurt chuckled a little, not meaning to.

"What's so funny?" Blaine asked.

"Oh, nothing. I'm just wondering how in the world I went from sitting on a wet school bench to sitting in a camaro with some amazing guy I don't even know." Wait – amazing? 'Did I SERIOUSLY just say amazing? Oh my Gaga. That's it. I freaked him out, I-' Kurt thought just before Blaine interrupted his thoughts.

"Well, I'm glad I could help." Blaine reached over and put his hand on Kurt's shoulder totally nonchalantly.

"Oh my gosh, I LOVE this song!" Blaine freaked out a little and turned the volume of the radio up. Kurt didn't even notice it was on before.

"All you ever wanted was love, But you never looked hard enough. It's never gonna give itself up. All you ever wanted to be, Living in perfect symmetry. Nothing is as down or as up... as us" Blaine sang along to the song while Kurt sat there and literally gaped at him. And believe me, Kurt hardly ever gaped. But his voice.

"What? Why are you looking at me like that?" Blaine asked as he suddenly stopped the car and turned it off.

Kurt looked out the window. They were parked in front of a little cottage looking house. Kurt ignored Blaine's question and asked one himself.

"Where are we?" He asked.

"My Grandma Ethel's house." He grinned and climbed out.

Okay, this was just weird. First this guy just showed up out of absolutely freaking nowhere, then he insisted on buying Kurt a coffee, and now he was taking him to his Grandmother's house?

What. The. Flip.

Kurt followed Blaine out of the car and walked up creaky porch steps to the front door. "Gramma?" Blaine yelled as he twisted the knob.

"Blaaaaaaaaine! I haven't seen you in ages!" A little old lady about twice the size of Kurt with a (very fat) orange and yellow striped cat (which, Kurt thought, just might be Garfield himself) trailing behind her grinned and pinched Blaine's cheeks while rubbing noses with him.

"Gramma, c'mon, no Eskimo kisses. And I was just here yesterday! Remember, I ate your cookies?"

She reached forward and swatted Blaine on the butt, which made Kurt's eyes go wide, and said, "Of course I remembered that. You brought all of your Warbler friends over. They tried to hang Mr. Norman from my clothesline. I'm still angry about that, young man. It's freezing out there!" Kurt muffled a laugh. This was hilarious.

"So, whose your friend over here, hm?" She sidestepped away from Blaine to take a look at Kurt.

"Oh, this is Kurt Hummel. I actually don't know too much about him. I found him in a... tough situation and thought he might need some cheering up. But Gramma, we've got to leave in an hour. His Dad thinks he's with his other friends."

"Blaine, the boy can speak for himself! Yeesh."

She reached up and pinched Kurt's cheek with a cold, wrinkly hand. Kurt just stood there and grinned.

"Hm. Can you sing?" She asked.

"Yeah, I actually can." He said, wondering where this was leading.

"Well, c'mon boys! I made more cookies and my piano's still a workin'!" She scrambled into the kitchen and disappeared.

"Sorry this is all.. sudden and weird. But when I'm not feeling too good, I always come to Gramma's house. She's amazing. You'll love her." Blaine smiled and motioned for Kurt to follow him into the next room.

Fifty minutes later, Kurt was laughing more than he had in over a year. He was so happy that Blaine came along and turned his day upside down. Ethel was very surprised at how high Kurt could sing, and Kurt was very surprised at how amazing Blaine could sing. He credited it to his Grandmother though, and muttered something about a disrespectful family. Kurt wondered about this, but didn't ask anything. One thing he knew for sure – he was going to be seeing a lot more of Blaine.

Kurt and Blaine walked back out to Blaine's car (in toasty warm jackets that Ethel insisted on drying while they were there. Kurt didn't understand why she had a clothesline and a dryer.. but it didn't matter.) with huge grins plastered all over their faces and waved goodbye as they pulled out of her driveway.

"Thanks for taking me to your Grandma. She is.. amazing." He laughed.

'Yeah, I know. I thought you might need some cheering up. And her cookies are amazing, right? They just melt in your mouth!" Blaine chuckled.

And boy, were those cookies amazing. Kurt didn't usually eat cookies, but once he had one bite.. he was hooked. He ate five of them. Kurt made a mental note not to eat any carbs that weekend at all.

"So, you never told me about yourself." Blaine chuckled a little.

"Well, Where do I start?"

"In the beginning," Blaine said.

Kurt laughed a little, but then went on with his story. He told Blaine everything. How Karofsky had treated him for so many years – even since elementary. Kurt was about to tell him the recent happenings, but he broke down in sobs.

The next thing Kurt knew, he was in front of his house being pulled out of the car and into strong arms. He cried into Blaine's chest. He hadn't told anybody about any of this, nobody knew anything but Kurt and Karofsky. And now Blaine.

"It's alright, Kurt. I'm here for you. I mean, I know you probably just think I'm some random freakish guy.. but really, I know what you're going through."

"I still haven't finished though.." Kurt said.

"Oh?" Blaine pulled back a little and looked Kurt in the face.

Kurt didn't know why he was telling Blaine – a complete stranger – all of this. He just felt comfortable around Blaine, he felt like Blaine understood. He hadn't even told his closest friends about what happened between him and Karofsky in the locker room. But he just had to tell someone.

"He kissed me. He took my first kiss away from me, Blaine." Kurt whispered.

"I'm so sorry, Kurt." Blaine hugged him more tightly.

They said their goodbyes, exchanged phone numbers, and Kurt decided it was the best night he had in a long time.

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