A/N: Before you start reading, please note that this story could be potentially trigger-y. It's posted in its entirety on my tumblr and I warn for stalking, suicide, and non-con/rape among other things. Please take these warnings seriously. This is a dark one, guys.

I don't own Glee; consider the story disclaimed.

Part 1

A year ago, Blaine's life centered around Kurt and their future together. A year ago, Blaine and Kurt were still happily dating, planning all the winter-y activities they'd be doing, choosing each other's scarves and hats, and secretly planning ways to make their first Valentine's Day together better than the one from the previous year. Of course, this was until the Warblers threw one rock salt slushy into their plans.

It hadn't been the best Valentine's Day; Blaine had been bed-ridden since the surgery and he spent most of the day hoping his eyes would adjust and his balance would check out in time for the celebration. And then, when it became clear that Blaine had pushed himself too hard and was suffering from a migraine, it had been Kurt who'd taken him home and made him feel better. But it had been them, together, so it was all the Valentine's Day they needed.

Last year, everything had been about Kurt. And now, with him gone, Blaine didn't really know how to function. It was better than they had become friends again, but Blaine still felt the disconnect like it had been shredded apart within his own soul.

He still breathed for Kurt.

Which is why this season was particularly difficult for Blaine – all the heart decorations, the couples sneaking kisses in between classes, his friends hooking up and buying things for each other. It was Blaine's own brand of hell because he wanted all that. He wanted to buy special things for his special someone, but he was troubled deciding what would be appropriate to buy.

He never knew with Kurt, especially not right now. Buying a McQueen jacket for someone doesn't exactly scream best friends. And Kurt would never be satisfied with a simple card. He deserved more anyway.

This is what Blaine was thinking about when the first note fell from his locker and fluttered to the ground at his feet. He picked it up and gently unfolded it.

You're beautiful when you sing.

Blaine smiled. Kurt had been the only one to compliment him like that, to be so willing to lay it all on the line. Someone had noticed him, despite how invisible and lost he felt, even now.

He found the next note in between the pages of his chemistry text book. I love when you smile after succeeding at a subject that's hard for you.

Who was this guy? It's no secret that Blaine struggled at Chemistry on a daily basis, but the only succeeding he'd done lately was pulling off a B on that last test. But that was a week ago. Is it possible this guy had admired him for a while, that this wasn't just some crush?

It felt like he was cheating on Kurt – idiot, you've already done that – but it actually felt… really good to know that someone cared.

Blaine smiled, intending to place the note back where he found it when he noticed writing on the back. Chin up, love. You can do anything.

They appeared sporadically throughout the next few days.

Folded inside his gym bag: You look hot when you box

Taped to the piano in the choir room: The only one sitting here should be you.

Wrapped around his emergency hair gel: This smells SO good

Lying open in his bag of extra clothes: You don't need these. They won't bother you. I'll take care of you

Blaine made a game out of it, guessing where the next one would be and what it would say. He was always wrong. This guy never stopped surprising him.

On the actual day of Valentine's, Blaine received a rose – one of the fundraisers the service club had been holding – with a note tied elegantly around its stem:

Roses are red

Violets aren't actually blue

I know you like my letters,

So here's one for you.

Despite the fact that they were delivered in third period, when Blaine was in history class, he laughed out loud so hard he starting crying. It was so sweet, and nothing had been done for him like that before. His own poem. This guy was something.

"So what's new with school, Blaine? Are your classes going well?" Carole asked the next day, as she set the table for their Hudson-Hummel-Anderson Friday night dinner. Ever since Burt's diagnosis, Blaine had taken to stopping by every few days to keep Burt company, sometimes even to take Burt to his appointments. He'd made a promise, and Burt was more a father to him than his biological one.

"Yes. I still can't believe I'm graduating this year. It feels like yesterday that I started high school!"

"Aww. I know how that goes honey. Time does fly," she said, sneaking a fond glance in the living room where Finn was watching a football game with Burt. "We're so proud of you, Blaine."

He beamed. It felt so good to hear.

"You seem happier, honey. Care to share?"

For some reason, it felt wrong to admit that he was happy because he might've found someone in the house where he'd made love to his ex on more than on occasion.

"Just glad to be here."

The Monday after, however, Blaine started to get freaked.

There, taped to the outside of his locker: Why did you go to his house? You can't still love him after he abandoned you

He'd followed him home. His… whatever you would call it… secret admirer had followed his car to the Hudson-Hummel home. Who does that?

A stalker does that.

Swallowing hard, Blaine took down the note, placing it carefully with the others inside his locker. Maybe it was just a fluke. Maybe he'd just been driving in the area and saw Blaine's car.

He knows what your car looks like.

Blaine grabbed his books and pretended he wasn't shaking.

Why don't you smile anymore? Aren't I making you happy

You're so beautiful when you smile

What did I do, Blaine

They continued like that, appearing two times, sometimes three times a day. Questions of whether Blaine was happy and little phrases, originally intended to be compliments, turned sour. I know the smell of your cologne.

He found the familiar writing graffiti-ed on the door of the bathroom stall he always used, as he was a creature of habit. It's cute that you never use urinals, love.

I love the way you look when you're sleeping.

One day he found the tattered remains of Margaret Thatcher Dog hung from a hook inside his locker.

You mean nothing to him

He'd been inside his house. Holding back his fear, Blaine placed the note with the others and brought out the slashed fabric of his stuffed animal.

"Ugh. What is that thing!?" Kitty shrieked judgingly as she past him.

"Nothing. It's nothing," Blaine said. And for a moment, he thought about fixing it, but he'd touched it. It didn't remind him of Kurt's comforting smile anymore.

Gingerly, Blaine tossed the dog in the trash. He was so scared.

Good boy

Eventually, the Glee club started noticing his jumpiness and unease. When they confronted him about it, he just shook his head unable to speak. He didn't know what to say or how to say it. "We need you in top shape for competition, Blaine. We're here to help, but you need to meet us halfway here," Tina insisted.

He wouldn't give. He'd never felt so alone.

Good job, Blaine. Our love is beyond them. You are better than them. I'm so proud.

New Directions had taken to sitting separately in the cafeteria, the Cheerleaders – minus Blaine – sitting together, the jocks sitting together, the new kids huddled in a group in the corner. Luckily, their cafeteria has tables the perfect size for singles or doubles, so Blaine had begun to sit there every day, getting started on his homework early. It has actually done wonders for his GPA, sitting alone.

But it did get lonely. Blaine wished that one day Sam would choose to leave his football buddies for a bit, that Tina hadn't forgotten that they joined the Cheerios together, that Brittany would come bounding over with some out-there statement to make him smile. He wished that one day someone would notice that he needed them and that he didn't have the strength – no, the courage – to do any of this on his own.

But clearly, they thought this was what he wanted, that he deserved to be alone because he'd pushed them away. He didn't know what to do anymore.

I saw you sitting alone at lunch. You should never have to be alone.

He was being stalked. And no one seemed to notice. Or care.

I don't like the way people look at you in your uniform. Only I can look at you like that. You should quit.

Coach Sue was pissed, but it had to be done. Blaine had gotten his unifom washed and reverently folded it in preparation for returning it. He sat there numbly, while Coach Sue started throwing things around the room and shouting at him, while the uniform lay there on the desk between them.

In the end, Coach Beiste, had come in to save him from Sue's wrath.

"We haven't heard from you in a while, Blaine. Please, give us a call. We miss you," Carole said on Blaine's voice mail.

He pressed speed dial 5, intending to press send, when a text came in from a number he didn't recognize.

February 28 2013, 2:46 PM

Don't answer.

No. How the hell had he gotten his phone number?

Carole called again later that day. Feeling as safe as he could be in his car, Blaine answered it.

"Hello?"

"Oh. Blaine. I'm happy you picked up."

"What do you need, Carole?"

"You. We miss you. And Burt has a treatment tomorrow. Will you take him? I'll be home from work in time to make you all a lovely dinner if you're up for it."

"That sounds great Carole, but I-"

"We're worried about you, Blaine. You've been so quiet and Finn keeps talking about how you quit Glee club. It just doesn't sound like you."

He did? He'd never even thought about quitting Glee club. It was the only thing he had left. How could he have –

Then, he remembered the note he'd found that morning:

I did it for us

"God, Carole, I have to go. I can't – can't-"

"Blaine? Blaine! Don't hang up!"

"I have to go."

He ended up in the gym, punching his feelings away. Boxing always made him feel strong for a little bit. It helped him believe it would all be okay and that he could fight it. It helped him lie to himself.

"You're so beautiful when you box," echoed a voice nearby. And menacingly, a figure appeared from the dark. Blaine turned to look at the boy who'd been stalking him the past few weeks and froze. "And when you sing. I love your voice, Blaine."

He recognized the boy from his Chemistry class. He sat a row behind him. He was in the AV club and the hockey team. Ivan? Ian? Isaac.

"Stop. Please, just stop. I don't want this."

"But you do, Blaine. I saw the way you smiled when you got my notes. We love each other."

"No," Blaine cried

"Yes. Look at me, love." Isaac grabbed Blaine's chin, forcing him to look up. "No one can know. Do you understand? No one."

Blaine whimpered into the forced kiss. Is this what Karofsky had felt like? Blaine stomach churned, thinking about all the notes and the torn stuffed animal and the breached privacy and the fear.

So much fear.

"Aren't you going to pay me back for all those notes, Blaine? I did so much for you and haven't got anything in return yet?"

"Wh-what did you have in mind?"

"How about a song? Just for me. Sing something." Isaac said tenderly running his hand down Blaine's cheek. Blaine shuddered.

"Like w-what?"

"SING!"

Life's too short to even care at all ooh oh

I'm losing my mind, losing my mind, losing control…

Isaac shivered under the spell of Blaine's voice. "Yes, so beautiful." He'd backed Blaine against the wall of the gym and kept running his hands up and down Blaine's arms as he trembled his way through the song.

A dark world aches for the splash of the sun ooh oh

His voice broke, the line of the song echoing into nothingness. "Isaac. I. I can't. Please. I can't finish it."

"That's okay, love. You don't have to finish it."

"Really?" he hiccupped.

"Really. You were stunning, baby, but I want something else anyway. You make me want something else." Isaac shimmied closer to Blaine, rubbing himself against his chest, inhaling the scent of his hair as he restrained Blaine's hands against the wall.

"No."

"I want you, Blaine."

no no nononononono "NO! I'll keep singing! I'll do it! Please, Isaac. Not this, please! See! If I could find a way to see this straight I'd run away…"

"Too late." And Isaac took.

Uhhh uh.

Stop.

No.