As Blaine walked to the lunch hall, he could see people eying his bruised face, nudging their friends. He scowled. He was sick of people staring, muttering, the stupid rumors that were flying around. He had heard one that Finn had beaten him up for making a move on his step-brother, one that he had refused to sing a solo in Sectionals and Mr. Schuester, good hearted, caring Mr. Schuester, had beaten him up, and even one that the Jocks had got him.The jocks said they had, trying to big themselves up. He denied all the rumors, but when people asked what had happened, he would just clam up.
"Blaine! Over here!" Kurt called, waving a hand. Blaine pulled out his lunch and went to sit next to his boyfriend. "You ok?" Kurt asked in a low voice.
"Yeah. Fine." He said airily, giving a Kurt a quick, forced smile.
"Blaine. Don't lie. Are people giving you trouble? I've heard some of the rumors.. Some people think I did it to you!" Kurt frowned. "I didn't tell them the truth. But I think you should. Its better if they know the truth, and not just the rumor. They should be on your side, there to support you."
"I can't. I can't face it, Kurt. Its like my old school all over again, only ten times worse. I can't. I can't do this." Suddenly, Blaine felt that everyone was staring at him. It felt as though a weight was pressing down on his shoulders. He couldn't face it. He got up, and ran from the cafeteria. He kept running till he reached the auditorium, and hid in the wings of the stage, crying and crying. He was there for what seemed like an age. He drifted in and out of consciousness, but he heard the bell at least two times before he heard the clamor of voices.
"We've looked everywhere else, Kurt. Where could he be?" Mr. Shue's voice rang out.
"I don't know! He was really upset! Maybe he fled the school.. Oh god.. Oh god, he might want a transfer.. Oh god.. No.. No.." Kurt's voice was thick with emotion, and Blaine could tell he was crying. He let out a small, strangled sob. He hated when Kurt cried.
"What was that?" Came Tina's voice. "Blaine?"
"Everyone spread out. He has to be in here somewhere." Mr. Shue's voice sounded again. Blaine just curled in a ball, hidden behind the curtain, and blocked everything out.
"Blaine.." He heard Kurt's voice, shaking him awake. "Blaine, wake up. Schools over. Its just us glee kids. Don't worry." Blaine sat, and pressed his mouth to Kurt's in an urgent kiss.
"Don't cry, Kurt.." He murmured.
"I won't if you don't.." Kurt replied with a smile, pulling Blaine out.
"We're all here for you, Blaine." Mr. Shue said, and there were murmurs of assent from all of the New Directions.
"Your dad did this to you? See how he likes it when we do it to him!" Puck growled, mashing his fist into the palm of his hand.
"Puck! No, we won't be resorting to violence, but we would like to sing you a song. Kurt said its one of your favorites, so the kids threw it together for you." Mr. Shue said with a smile. Blaine went to stand with Mr. Shue at the side, and Kurt took the lead, singing:
"The sun'll come out, tomorrow. Bet your bottom dollar that tomorrow, there'll be sun! Just thinkin' about..Tomorrow, clears away the cobwebs, and the sorrow..'Til there's none! When I'm stuck with a day, that's gray, and lonely, I just stick out my chin, and Grin, and Say, Oh!" The rest of the glee club joined him in the chorus:
"The sun'll come out, Tomorrow. So ya gotta hang on..'Til tomorrow, come what may! Tomorrow! Tomorrow! I love ya Tomorrow! You're always, A day, Away!"
"Thanks, guys. It means a lot, really." He said, walking into Kurt's open arms. "I love you, so, so much.." He whispered in his boyfriend's ear.
"I love you too, Blaine.." And they hugged.
"Group hug!" Someone yelled, and suddenly, there was a crushing mass of bodies all around Blaine. He laughed and grinned, his spirits lifted. This wasn't like before. Here, he had amazing friends. Here, he had a loving, supporting, beautiful boyfriend. Here.. Here, he belonged.