Blaine took a deep breath before walking through the doors of his new school, McKinley high and made his way straight to the principal's office like he was instructed to do the day his mama called and enrolled him. He knocked on the door and waited.

"Come in."

Blaine entered the room and smiled at the small Indian man sitting behind the desk.

"Ah Mr Anderson, I've been waiting for you! I have your schedule for the week here with a map of the school included but if you have any trouble finding your way around just ask another student for help."

Blaine smiled and accepted the sheets.

"Now I understand English isn't your first language and your teachers have been notified of it so if you have any difficulties understanding a lesson they'll be more than willing to help, I know it can be hard but just try your best!"

"Thank you Sir."

The morning had gone smoothly enough, his classes had been fine and Blaine was in a good mood. He was walking down the hallway to busy focusing on the map in his hands to see the crowd of people walking towards him before he bumped into someone.

He looked up and paled at the sight of the five jocks towering over him.

"Watch where you're going, idiot!"

"I'm sorry, I didn't see you, sorry!" He replied trying to gather the words in his head as fast as he could in order to avoid any conflict.

The five boys all looked at each other before bursting into fits laughter.

"What kind of homo accent is that?"

Blaine scrunched his face up in confusion.

"I'm sorry, I don't understand…"

"I SAID WHAT KIND OF HOMO ACCENT IS THAT?"

Blaine flinched at the volume of the boy's voice before beginning to back away slowly.

The tallest boy was quick to grab him and shoved him up against the lockers.

"It's rude to walk away from people when they're talking to you didn't anyone ever teach you that?"

"Please, I don't understand what you want." Blaine whimpered before letting out a choked sob.

"Listen we don't take kindly to people who don't belong here, especially fags like you. You are a fag aren't you?" The jock all but laughed in his face before tugging at Blaine's bow-tie.

Blaine may not know much English but he definitely knew what Fag meant, he's used the internet enough to see it around and has been called it in his own language on more than one occasion. Before he could stop them tears began falling down his face.

He knew this would happen. He was foolish to think he would be accepted and left alone once he moved but he's clearly just a target to bullies no matter what country he's in.

"Say it. Say I'm nothing but a fag."

Blaine whimpered before shaking his head only to be shoved back against the cold metal lockers again, the jocks face just inches from his now.

" ."

"I'm-I'm nothing but a f-f-fag."

The five boys all clapped and laughed in amusement and Blaine clenched his eyes shut.

"What do you think you're doing?"

"Beat it Hummel!"

"Put him down David you vulture!"

"You gonna make me?"

Just as they moved towards Kurt,Finn and Puck appeared behind him, arms crossed. Puck raised an eyebrow at them as if daring them to come any closer.

Defeated, the jocks moved on and Dave dropped Blaine to the ground throwing Kurt one last look before leaving.

Kurt quickly dropped to Blaine's side who's eyes were still screwed shut and put his hand on the trembling boy's shoulder who flinched harshly at the contact. Withdrawing it back to his side Kurt tried again.

"Hey it's okay, I won't hurt you. You can open your eyes now."

Blaine slowly opened his eyes peering at the three boys in front of him, all wearing matching looks of concern. His breath hitched at the sight of the pale,blue eyed boy closest to him. Blaine was pretty sure he had never seen someone as beautiful in his life. He quickly stood up and picked up his stuff that was thrown on the floor.

"Um, thank you very much."

"You're welcome, did they hurt you? I can show you where the nurse's office is?"

Blaine looked around him and sighed, tears building up in his eyes. Kurt was taken aback by the boys reaction and presumed he was indeed hurt.

"Can you maybe tell me where they hurt you?"

Blaine let out a frustrated groan before gripping onto his hair. He looked up at the confused faces on the three boys, his face growing red, embarrassed by his reaction.

"I'm sorry, I don't understand."

Kurt tilted his head to the side at the boys accent, considering something.

"Sei in Italia?" (Are you from Italy?)

Blaine's head shot up and a wide grin immediately appeared on his face.

"Sì!" (Yes)

"Ho cugini dall'Italia!" (I have cousins from Italy)

Kurt couldn't help but smile at the look of delight on Blaine's face, he was vibrating with energy, looking like he was about to start jumping up and down at any minute. It was just so…adorable! He didn't know what it was that made him feel like he just needed to protect this boy that he had only just met from all things bad in this world, but he silently promised himself he'd do his damn best to do so! Plus it didn't hurt that he was by far the most beautiful boy he's ever laid his eyes on.

"il mio nome è Kurt Hummel." (My name is Kurt Hummel)

"Blaine Anderson."

"Piacere di conoscerla Blaine Anderson." (Nice to meet you Blaine Anderson)

"Allo, Kurt Hummel." (Likewise, Kurt Hummel)

"Volete pranzare con me?" (Would you like to have lunch with me?) Kurt asked him holding out his hand with a look of hope on his face.

Blaine nodded eagerly before taking Kurt's outstretched hand and smiling. Maybe America wouldn't be so bad after all.