Everyone knew. There was no hiding the pain. I'd tried to get rid of it, but it wouldn't go away. Ever since it'd got out that the soulmate tattoo on my arm read 'Blaine Anderson', I'd pretty much been outed. Dave Karofsky had made it his mission to make my life a living hell. I promised myself I'd stay strong, but after all the pain of my 16th birthday it was pretty hard.