AN: OMG GUYS. The response I got for my last fic was phenomenal. Thank you guys so much. It motivates me to continue to write. I might make this one a multi chapter fic but I havent decided yet. You all tell me! And remember, follow me on tumblr! Love you guys :)

Kurt's alarm clock went off exactly 2 hours before he had to leave. Hey, sometimes you have to sacrifice sleep for beauty.

He pulled off his shirt and started to walk to the bathroom, but when he glanced over and saw his reflection, he stopped. He turned and stared at his bare chest, covered in such ugly bruises and deep scars.

He bit his lip and willed himself not to start crying.

The bullying had continued to get worse. The shoves even harder, breaking skin. The name calling was even more frequent. Sometimes it felt like they were in his head just repeating over and over again.

And don't get him started on Karofsky…He was on a different level. He hadn't done anything since he had kissed him. Probably because he was afraid of what Kurt would do. But the way his eyes would linger on Kurt… it just made him feel so terrified.

No one seemed to notice any of it. No matter how bad it got. Sometimes he would miss rehearsal because he couldn't stand to be there anymore. But the only thing they worried about was if he'd be good enough to compete after missing.

He jumped in the shower and quickly got ready. When he put his Reginals outfit, he silently thanked whatever deity out there that the sleeves covered the marks on his arms. No amount of makeup was going to cover those things up.

Normally he would be so excited to be competing. But he hadn't really been ecstatic about anything lately.

"Come on Kurt! We're gunna be late! Just fix your hair on the bus!" Finn's voice interrupted his inspection.

"Coming!"

Kurt couldn't stand the sound of his own voice anymore. How sad is that? The jocks were right. He sounded just like a prepubescent girl.

He grabbed his bag and walked out of the room, putting on yet another fake smile.

On the bus, everyone grabbed a seat next to their boyfriend or girlfriend or their best friend. Kurt was left alone in the front since the whole back was taken up. Even Mr. Schue sat back with the other kids.

Kurt took this time fix his hair perfectly and put in his Ipod. He sunk down deep into the chair and looked out the window. Would they even notice if he didn't go up on stage with them?

He could easily just stay here on the bus or in the audience. They didn't really need him. What use was he?

He did end up getting off the bus though. He looked over and saw that they had parked pretty close to the Dalton Academy bus. He had heard a little about that school. It was an all boys private school. Probably full of rich snobby kids who only wore their uniforms everywhere.

He always liked a boy in uniform though. But what were the chances that any of them would be interested in him anyways.

They walked inside the building, Rachel buzzing brightly about her and Finn's duet and how perfect it was going to be. He looked around at all the people and contestants that were in their costumes, totally separating himself from the conversation.

"And Kurt, this time, try not to do that weird little shimmy thing during Finn's part. It tends to throw everybody off."

And that was it. He had been standing on the edge of a cliff and Rachel had to go and push him off completely.

"Why don't you just fuck off Rachel?"

Everyone gasped and Rachel shut her mouth quickly.

"Dude! Not cool!" Finn was standing up for her and not him. Great.

He turned and stormed off. He didn't know where he was going but he didn't care. He could not be around them any longer.

He went up to the snack bar and sat down at one of the stools and ordered a water. He took a few sips and crossed his arms on the table, burying his face in his arms.

"Excuse me, are you okay?" Kurt lifted his head and was met with the most gorgeous pair of hazel eyes he had ever seen. He sat up quickly and wiped at his tear stained cheeks.

"I'm fine, thank you." His voice was shaky.

"Do you mind if I sit by you?" This was when Kurt noticed the navy uniform with red piping and the red crested "D" on the chest pocket. He must be from Dalton.

"Sure." He had been staring so long, this boy probably thought he was a freak. But he sat down right next to Kurt with a small smile.

"I hope I'm not being too nosey, but what seems to have gotten you down? My name's Blaine by the way."

Blaine. What a beautiful name.

"Well Blaine, I'm Kurt. It's nothing, just nerves I guess."

"Oh. I understand. Do you have a solo too?"

Kurt scoffed. "Maybe in my dreams. You have one?"

Blaine nodded. "I'm the lead soloist actually, from Dalton Academy." He paused. "I'm sorry, that sounded so braggy."

"No it's fine! Im sure with a leading voice, it comes with bragging rights."

Blaine smiled. "Oh well. We'll see. I hope I get to hear you sometime. I'm sure you're amazing."

Kurt looked down with a blush. It had been… forever since someone had complimented him.

Blaine was such a nice guy. This was way too good to be true.

"I'm gay." Kurt blurted out. "Crap I'm sorry I-"

"Hey no it's okay! I am too." Blaine smiled and Kurt's eyes widened.

He opened his mouth to respond but the lights started to blink, signaling the start of the competition.

"Kurt I would really like to continue talking to you. Is there any way I could get your number?" He dug out his phone and handed Kurt his phone. His eyes were wide, giving him his best puppy dog look.

Kurt felt himself grin for the first time in such a long time. "You don't have to pout, puppy." He grabbed the phone and punched his number in then handed it back.

"Thank you so much Kurt. Ill text you as soon as I can. And hopefully I will see you again before we leave?" Blaine seemed to be getting a little nervous more nervous.

"Maybe, if I'm not dead before then." They began walking together, closely. "I think my groupd hates me now."

Blaine raised a brow at him.

"I told our lead soloist to fuck off when she decided to criticize me in front of the whole group."

Blaine chuckled and nudged him playfully. "Im sure it'll be fine. Sounds like she deserved it."

They stood at the entrance to the auditorium and faced each other, neither wanting to leave the other.

"I should go…"

"Yeah me too…"

"Would it be too much to hug you?" Blaine bit his lip in anticipation.

Kurt nodded shyly and opened up his arms.

As soon as he felt Blaine's wrap around him, he clung tightly, not wanting to let go.

"Thank you, Blaine." He whispered.

"Anytime, Kurt."