A/N: K so I literally have no idea where this came from or where its going...i just literally started writing it the other day during a power outage...BTW most of this was written at like midnight so be warned this is what happens when i try to write late at night XD

enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own glee or Kurt or Blaine although i sometimes wish i did :P

Blaine was stacking shelves in the back of Records 'N Things like he did every Tuesday and Thursday and, occasionally, Wednesday and sometimes Saturday when they short a person. He'd come in, put a record on the old record player or put a CD on then he'd go and stack shelves or help customers, organize the CDs and records or whatever else was needed of him.

Usually he enjoyed working there, usually. Today, however, not so much. Today was supposed to his day off. Today was the first Saturday in a long time that Wes and David hadn't bombarded him with daylong Warbler rehearsals or spur of the moment performances at the senior center. He was going to spend the day in his dorm room watching Disney movies and maybe even record another Disney song to go up on Youtube at a later date.

Until his boss called him at six this morning to demand that he come in to work to cover for Rachel. Which meant he would be stuck with Sam and his inability to not flirt with Blaine. Just because Blaine's gay too does not mean he automatically liked Sam back, no offence. Besides, Blaine doesn't go for the pretty boy wanna be horn dog jerk off and did he really just think the words "horn dog"?

He stretched then groaned before rolling out of bed muttering some not so dapper words. He showered quickly and deciding that he wasn't going to put his hair in its usually helmet of jell, threw on his work uniform, Tan skinny jeans and a black T-shirt with his nametag on it. He grabbed his black winter jacket and his favorite red scarf and left his room. Only to return a few seconds later to grab his car keys.

Muttering darkly about not being allowed to think before his morning cup of coffee he crossed the parking lot and jumped into his silver ford focus…the only gift his parents had given him besides letting him transfer to Dalton after the Sadie Hawkins dance incident...which shall never be spoken of. He was closing the door when he heard his name being called. Groaning he turned to see Wes running towards his car, gavel in hand.

"Blaaaaaiiiiiine!" Wes called again as he reached Blaine's focus and leaned on it to catch his breath "Junior Warbler Blaine …Where do you think you are going?" Wes asked angrily.

"Work" Blaine replied still a bit grumpy.

"Work? Whatdoyou mean "Work"?" Wes asked incredulously. Waving his gavel dangerously close to Blaine's face.

Sighing Blaine replied "I mean I got called in and why do you even care…no offence" running a hand through his un-jelled hair wishing he could just leave…or go back to sleep.

"Because…didn't you get the email?" Wes asked

"Email?"

"Yes…I sent an email around last night stating that we are having an emergency Warblers practice this morning!" Wes replied.

"Well...you're going to have to practice without me I guess" Blaine replied

"With ou...with out…with…how the hell are we going to practice WITH OUT OUR ONLY SOLOIST!" Wes exploded looking at Blaine like he would like nothing better then to smack him with his gavel.

"I DON'T KNOW!" Blaine yelled back.

"We can't HAVE practice WITHOUT you!" Wes replied waving his gavel again.

"THEN CANCEL IT!" Blaine snapped grabbing his gavel to avoid getting hit in the face.

"C-c-c-c can- can-can" Wes paled and looked at Blaine like Blaine had just told him that he had been having a secret affair with his gavel. "I can't just cancel rehearsals the morning of!" he added

"No but you can just spring them on us when ever the hell you want!" Blaine muttered.

"What?" Wes asked.

"Nothing…look I gotta go I'm be late…bye Wes" Blaine said softly closing his car door and backing out of his space. Wes was still yelling at him when he turned out of the parking lot. He took a deep breath before blaring Katy Perry; she always made him feel better.

By the time he reached his favorite coffee house he was smiling and singing along. He was still humming Teenage Dream when he stepped in line.

"One Medium Drip please" He smiled politely at the lady behind the counter.

"Right away cutie" she said flirtatiously. Great…another flirting girl just what he needs right now. Well at least this one is cute even if she was a bottle blond…and undressing him with her eyes! God…not again! "Here ya go hottie!" she said handing him his coffee and slip of paper with her number on it.

Sighing he handed her back the paper politely saying, "This is very flattering but…I don't…play for your team…sorry." She glared at him darkly muttering something about "falling for a fag".

Fighting the urge to tell her off as the word sliced through him, he stomped out of the shop and burned out from his parking space…this morning sucks.

Five minutes later he pulled in front of the record store and turned his car off. He could still hear her calling him…that word…under her breath just like those guys did that night…only they didn't mutter it. No! He is not allowed to think about "that night", as he called it, he had forbidden himself from thinking about it. It...it just hurt too much.

He sighed as he ran his fingers through his hair stopping when he felt the scar just below his hairline above his right eye. He could still remember how badly it had hurt when his head had hit the ground when one the meatheads who had been chasing him had finally tackled him to the ground. He lowered his hand to smooth out his shirt stopping when he felt the outline from the scars on his chest through the thin material.

He winced slightly as he remembered how the scars had gotten there. He was waiting in the parking lot with his friend. The Sadie Hawkins dance had gone well…they'd laughed and danced and, surprisingly, after the first few minutes nobody seemed to care that they were to guys dancing together. Maybe they weren't as homophobic as Blaine had feared, if only.

They were still waiting for his friend's dad to arrive when they heard the voices cackling behind them.

"Hey fairies!" One of the meatheads said.

"Can't you guys just leave us alone for one night?" Blaine asked him crankily.

"Why so you can get your fairy dust everywhere Anderson?" another one of the boys asked.

"Go to hell Riley!" he said to the boy.

"What did you just say to me fag?" Riley replied glowering over him. That's what did it, that stupid three-letter word.

"Fuck off Riley" Blaine knew he shouldn't have but he punched him anyway. Nope definitely the wrong move he thought when Riley pulled his pocketknife and yelled, "Get him!"

Blaine turned and ran thanking every deity he could think of that he played soccer all those years…it had turned him into a fast runner. But he wasn't quite fast enough…the meatheads caught up to him as he ran passed the stadium and one of them managed to tackle him down. Smashing his face on the gravel as he landed. He tried to get up and run again but his head hurt and there was something wet trickling down his head and why was his vision so fuzzy?

"…Football stadium" he heard Riley say before he was suddenly being dragged towards the stadium. He tried to struggle but his head hurt too much; he wished it would just go away. "Its time to teach you some manners!" Riley said. They then began kicking and punching him repeatedly until Riley finally snarled, "Hold him down!" Two pairs of big jock hands grabbed hold of his arms and legs. He struggled slightly trying to get the burly jocks to let him go so he could curl into himself and die but they wouldn't

He redoubled his efforts when Riley bent down over him and ripped open his shirt. He brought his knife down and carved a three-letter word into Blaine's chest. Blaine screamed as loud as he could begging someone anyone to come and stop the searing pain in his chest. No one came.

Riley cackled when he finished and said, "Now every one will know what you are!" before leaving with his friends. Blaine lay there and sobbed until he blacked out.

Blaine was brought out of his reverie by a sharp tap on his window making him jump.

"Get inside your shift started ten minutes ago!" his manager didn't even give him time to reply before he walked back inside. Taking a deep calming breath Blaine stepped out of his car grabbing his now semi-cold coffee he closed the door. He looked at his reflection in his car window…he looked like crap. Sighing he reached a hand up and wiped away the tears he hadn't even known were falling from his hazel eyes before turning and walking into the record store after his boss.

"Good Morning Blaine!" A voice said from behind him.

"Go away Sam!" he didn't need to look up from the CDs he was stacking to know who was behind him…he was starting to think that he'd know that bottle blond hair and green eyes anywhere…which scared him slightly cause he didn't even like the dude.

"Well aren't we Mr. Sunshine this…wow dude, you look like crap!" Sam said when Blaine turned around to glare at him.

"Gee thanks Sam…No offense but I'm kinda busy so what can I help you with?" he asked. He really shouldn't be allowed to talk to anyone before his second cup of coffee and no he is not addicted to caffeine thank you very much!

"I was just wandering if you were busy after work today?" Sam asked nonchalantly.

"Yes I am" Blaine replied dully.

"How 'bout tomorrow?" Really…this again?

"Sam…for all intents and purposes…I'm busy tomorrow and the next day and the next in fact I'm busy everyday…for the rest of my life…now please just go away!" Yep he definitely should not under any circumstances be allowed to talk to people before his second cup of coffee…speaking of which he needs a refill. He thought as he downed the last of his coffee.

He was just about to stand up to get another cup when his phone buzzed for the fifth time sighing he pulled his phone out.

"Damn it Wes stop calling me…I'm working!" he answered. "No Wes I ca… I'm covering a shift for…No I can't just leave…I don't get off til two…no I'll be back around threeish" he ground his fist into his forehead and sighed in frustration. Wes was positively furious that Blaine wasn't there. "You know what Wes?" he said finally after listening to Wes chew him out for a good five minutes. "FIND A NEW SOLOIST!" he screamed slamming his phone shut and turning it off.

Vaguely aware of Sam talking to him in the background he stood up only to fall back down when his head exploded in excruciating pain. Great…a migraine just what he needs today! Cursing under his breath he searched his pockets only to remember that he left his meds at Dalton on his desk.

He thought he was pretty much over the migraines. They started after the "incident", at first they were little and only happened rarely. A side effect from smashing his head on the ground; so he was told. It was only when they went from headaches to almost constant migraines that were so bad he couldn't move that his parents finally took him to the doctors.

Posttraumatic stress, that's what the doctor had said. His migraines were caused by posttraumatic stress probably because he had to go back to the place where the incident had taken place. So the doctor had prescribed him some strong medication and recommended that he see a shrink to help him deal with the PTS.

Between the meds, the shrink and convincing his parents to transfer him to Dalton, "they have a no intolerance policy!" He had said; the migraines had all but gone away. Now he only got them when he was overly stressed or incredibly pissed. Like right now.

"Dude…are you ok?" Sam was standing over him his hand hovering by Blaine's shoulder unsure what he should do.

"Fine…Migraine…need darkness th-the lights are killing me" he managed spit out through the pain filled haze closing his eyes against the now blinding store lights. After a moments hesitation Sam pulled him up and wrapped Blaine's arm around his neck. He helped Blaine to the back office and helped him down onto the floor. Blaine lay face down thankful for the cool linoleum. He heard Sam leave and footsteps return a few moments later.

Sam squatted down next to him. "I uh I got you some water and some um some aspirin" he said awkwardly.

"Thanks" Blaine replied sitting up just enough to take three aspirin and down the water. "I'll be fine in a few minutes," he muttered into the linoleum.

"K" Sam stood up "I uh…the aspirin is on the desk if you need more" he said awkwardly before leaving.

Ten minutes and a cup of coffee later, for some reason coffee always helped make his migraines go away, he emerged from the back office, put a soft jazz record on the player and silently went back to work.

"Dude…Jazz? Really?"

"Yes Sam jazz, it calms me down. Its either that or Katy Perry" Blaine replied without turning around.

"I think I prefer Katy Perry" Sam muttered walking to the front to ring up a customer.

"Suck it Evans!" he muttered smiling slightly. That second cup of coffee did wonders for his personality...he was starting to feel more like Dapper Blaine instead of the grump he usually was in the morning . There was one thing he knew for sure Blaine Anderson is not a morning person.

It was about eleven thirty when Blaine found himself sweeping the floor humming along to the Katy Perry CD they were now listening to. It was one of the things Blaine enjoyed most about being a senior employee…he got to pick the music. It probably helped that he had the only key to the cabinet that housed the record player and Stereo thanks to the wonderful game of rock paper scissors.

It wasn't long until he found himself singing along to one of her songs.

"you think I'm pretty without any makeup on

you think I'm funny when I tell the punch line wrong"

He spun and twirled using his broom as a dance partner as he sang.

"I know you get me

so I let my walls come down, down

Before you met me I was alright

but things were kinda heavy

You brought me to life

Now every February you'll be my valentine, valentine

Lets go all the way tonight

No regrets, just love

We can dance until die

You and I, will be young forever…"

The rest of the words were lost momentarily when he turned and saw him. He was tall, a few inches taller then Blaine, and lean with perfectly coiffed chestnut hair that for some reason Blaine felt the urge to run his fingers through, beautiful porcelain skin and the brightest blue eyes Blaine had ever seen.

The boy looked infuriated his eyebrows scrunched together and his fists were clenched as he muttered darkly to himself. Blaine had an intense urge to hug the boy, to relax his seemingly soft hands…to see a smile appear on his beautiful face because beautiful boys like that deserved to smile!

The door opened and the boy looked behind him, his eyes growing wide in fear of the big burly boy that just walked through the door. The boy looked at Blaine with wide terrified eyes that plainly said, "Help me!" and without realizing what he was doing Blaine's legs carried him towards the boy.

"Follow me," he whispered, gently grabbing the boy's wrist. He led the boy behind a row CD's where the other boy couldn't see them.

"You ok?" Blaine asked the boy quietly.

"I would be better if that Neanderthal would just leave me alone!" the boy whispered back in a high pitched musical voice that Blaine almost instantly fell in love with.

"Do you want me to get rid of him?" Blaine asked him.

"If you don't mind getting your face smashed in…are you insane?" the boy asked as Blaine walked towards the boy who was still searching for the other boy. Blaine's only response was turn around and offer him his biggest, bravest smile and a confident wink as if to say "I got this" before turning to face the "Neanderthal" as the other boy had put it.

"Hi…My Names Blaine. How…" Blaine began politely trying to look and sound more confident then he was.

"Shut it…I looking for or my fai…friend I think he came in here. He's got brown hair blue eyes, he's about your height." the boy said. The boy was big…a good six inches taller then Blaine's slight five foot seven frame, and about twice as wide. He was all muscle with short brown hair and cruel brown eyes. Blaine could already tell he did not like this dude.

"Sorry no one fitting that description has come here " Blaine lied easily.

"You know I could have sworn I saw him come in here…" he replied menacingly.

"Like I said your friend isn't here…now I think you should leave" Blaine said calmly.

"Like hell…I know he's here…I saw him come in here now tell me where the hell he is!" the boy said closing the short distance between himself and Blaine in one stride so he now stood directly in front of Blaine his face inches from Blaine's.

"Get out!" Blaine said darkly, holding his ground instead of backing away like his instincts were yelling at him to do.

"No…tell me were the hell my friends are or I'll…" he began grabbing Blaine's shirt.

"You'll what…hit me? In front of the entire store?" Blaine asked keeping all traces of fear out of his voice not wanting to betray the fact that he was scared shitless. That seemed to bring the bigger boy back to his senses. He looked around and, seeing all the people staring at them, let go of Blaine's shirt muttering, "This isn't over" before leaving the store.

"Thank you! Gaga that guy is such a…a" The blue eyed boy said when Blaine returned to him and sunk down next to him shaking slightly.

"Jerk?" Blaine supplied

"I was going for jackass but that will work" the boy, whose name Blaine still didn't know, replied. "Thank you for saving me…?" the boy paused awkwardly, not knowing Blaine's name, and looked at Blaine.

"Oh…sorry…where are my manners? I'm Blaine Anderson and it was no problem…?" now it was Blaine's turn to pause awkwardly.

"Kurt…My names Kurt Hummel" Kurt replied offering him a small smile that didn't quite reach his eyes.

"Kurt" Blaine repeated loving the way Kurt's name rolled off his tongue. He repeated the name in his head a few times smiling slightly. Maybe today didn't suck as much as he first thought.

So...that's ma story...I hope you like it so far! For some reason i have a hard time writing the Karofsky part ...i apologize if it sucked...im not very happy with it :\ Anywho I'd love any concrit that you have for me!

thanks!

Kiwi