Hey! It's Bethany Here, the writer of this fanfiction :) This is very loosely based on Kurt and Blaine's relationship, but it still works... i think... anyway, enjoy and feel free to tweet me with a response! littlemsstarkid.

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Kurt handed his documents over the counter to the woman who was sitting behind her desk eating a ham and mustard sandwich with her feet kicked up on top of the desk. As soon as she saw Kurt she pulled her feet down, placed her sandwich back in her bag, and took the document from him, smearing mustard all across it. She stamped the empty page with today's date and handed it back to him. Kurt took it back with a snigger, and placed it back in his bag that was hanging from his shoulder.

Kurt couldn't believe that they'd made him do community service, at the homeless shelter of all places. After all, it was Karofsky that had started it... Just because Kurt was gay it didn't mean boys could go around kissing him against his ill. Karofsky needed to know that. That's why Kurt had beaten him up. He was fed up of the whole school thinking that Kurt had no balls, he had to show them, all of them that they couldn't just mess with him and get away with it, and 24 hours of community service and a broken nose wouldn't stop him reaching his goal. He would be the bad ass person at McKinley soon enough.

Kurt walked through the small community hall toward the kitchen that was placed right at the back. There was already 3 people there, they all looked significantly older than him though, in their mid 20's early 30's. Kurt didn't care, he would only have to do 12 Sunday afternoons here and he would never have to see any of these people ever again.

'Right, you must be Kurt Hummel' The middle aged woman behind the serving counter approached Kurt and handed him an apron and a netted hat. If this woman thought he would ruin his hair so that the homless people's meals wouldn't get ruined she was sadly mistaken.

'I'm not wearing this, lady.' Kurt held the hat back out toward her, although the woman didn't take it, she just walked back behind the counter.

'Well then you'll have some time added to your service for every meal you serve without it, and believe me, we get through hundreds a day.' Kurt begrudgingly placed the hat carefully over his specifically sculptured hair. Ah well, they wouldn't know a bad hair day from a good one here anyway Kurt thought to himself as he tied the apron around his neck and walked toward the counter.

There was only about 30 people in the hall, 3 around each table, apart from one in the far corner. A boy sat on his own in an old black coat. He only looked about 16, and he held the tea tightly in his hands, frightened for any of the precious heat to escape from his fingers.

As Kurt absent mindedly dished out the muck that was being served to the masses that were flooding in, he ignored the smell and disgust of the people in front of him, and focused on the boy. Kurt didn't feel sorry for homeless people. after all, it was self inflicted. You only became homeless if you refuse to work, or if you gamble all your money away right, but he couldn't help feeling some sort of pity toward this boy. He wasn't old enough to work or gamble, so it couldn't have been self inflicted could it?

'That's Blaine Anderson' The woman whispered into Kurt's ear. 'He doesn't talk to anyone, no-one knows what happened to him, all we know is that he comes in here every day the same time wearing the exact same clothes and drinks the same tea. We've all tried talking to him but he just won't speak. Sad isn't it, such a waste of a life' The woman went back to pouring tea and left Kurt trying to figure out a way to get him to talk.

Blaine sat there for a about half an hour just holding the cup, not drinking it, just holding it. After he felt that all the warmth had gone from the cup he drank it in one. Leaving only the dregs behind. He stood up and placed the polystyrene cup into the bin behind him. He took a few small slow steps toward the serving counter and joined the back of a queue of about 15. Kurt kept dishing out the muck but his eyes didn't move from Blaine. Blaine kept his eyes focused on his boots.

Kurt took a quick glance toward the clock on the wall. 12:30. he'd been here half an hour. Funny. It seemed to have flown. Within a few minutes Blaine was at the front of the queue and he stood directly opposite Kurt.

'Hi, I'm Kurt' He smiled, scooping the food onto Blaine's plate. For the first time since entering the line he lifted his head, and his eyes locked with Kurt's. Blaine's eyes were hollow and cold, and so full of pain that Kurt couldn't bear to look at them any longer. Kurt looked toward the food on Blaine's plate. 'Good food here, I've never seen such well presented slop in my life' Kurt let out a small giggle hoping that Blaine would join in. He didn't, although he did let losses a small smile, before moving on to the woman to get his second cup of tea that day.

As he left to sit back down at his solitary table, the woman came back toward Kurt and for the first time he caught sight of her name tag. It read 'Annette'. 'You do realise' she whispered again into Kurt's ear 'that that is the first time he's ever eaten something here before.'

Kurt raised his eyebrows and looked at Annette. 'What's that supposed to mean?' He added with an aggressive shrug. He couldn't be seen to let his guard down.

'Well... That's not the only first that's happened today... I just thought that they might be connected in some way...' Annette winked toward Kurt and as she walked away and Kurt carried on serving the food that was making him more and more sick by each serving he wondered whether he was the reason Blaine had come up to the counter. He let loose a small smile and continued to watch Blaine eating his food one small spoonful at a time.

Maybe Kurt could get something good out of this community service after all.