Authors Note: This just came to me and I decided to give it a try. I've never written anything for an audience before so this is my first try and my first fiction. Please, tell me if there is anything I can improve on and what you think of the prologue! Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or any of it's characters. Thank you for reading! xo
-Prologue-
Tick tock.
Tick tock.
Tick tock.
BRIIIIIIING.
Blaine Anderson had been sitting by his desk for the better part of the day, and he was finally free. Free of paperwork, annoying colleagues and free of everyone elses happiness being flaunted in his face. You see, today Blaine had found out that one of the women staff, Mrs. Greene he believed, was expecting her first child with her husband. She was starting a family. And she was literally glowing all day. Blaine just couldn't stand it and it took all he had in him to smile and congradulate her without running away from the luchroom.
Finally. Blaine thought to himself quickly clearing up his slightly messy desk before grabbing his brief case, yell something to his class about no homework, and all but running out of the building. He was hoping against hope that nobody would stop him on his way out, and thank whoever was up there because his wish came true.
Getting into his sleek Jaguar, Blaine started the car and turned on the radio. He guessed it was some radio show about celebrity gossip.
"So, Brian, tell me about this new girlfriend of yours..?"
"Oh, yes! Her name is Stacey, and she is utterly amazing. We met one night at an art gallery and we just connected on a different level. I think she could definetly be the on-"
Blaine changed the station.
"Tired of being alone? Come down to Raul's speed dating restaurant and meet-"
He changed the station again. Please don't be anything else about love.
"Hmmm too young, too dumb to realize
That I should have bought you flowers and held your hand
Should have gave you all my hours when I had the chance
Take you to every party cause all you wanted to do was dance
Now my baby is dancing, but she's dancing with another ma-"
Blaine quickly shut off the radio. The rest of this ride was going to be done in silence.
Now, Blaine wasn't a bitter man but lonely, sad and not to mention, loveless? Yes. What he wouldn't give to be in love. You would think that at 26 he would already have fallen in love at least once or been in numereous relationships but the truth wasthat he had had only been in ONE relationship in his life. When he was 15. And that ended releatively quickly. Like two weeks after it began because he found out that his boyfriend was cheating on him with his best friend at the time. So, yes, Blaine was inexperienced. In every sense of the word. He never even had his first kiss before, and the best part was that he was still a virgin. Well. He always thought, at least I'm alive.
But he also always wondered to himself, was he really alive? or was he just existing? He has a good job as an english teacher (not his first choice but it makes a good bit of money and the kids are amazing), has a great car, and he lives in an amazing house. But he had no one to share any of that with. No one at all. His father and mother were already well off enough that they didn't need anything from Blaine or his brother, Cooper, and Cooper was doing fine on his own. Plus his family was dispersed all around the states. His parents still lived in Ohio, while Cooper lived in California, and he, himself, lived in New York. Blaine had a few friends, yes, but it wasn't the same. It was different.
And Blaine was different. Not personality wise. No, it was more than that. He meant physically. He didn't have a penis, or cock, or dick, or whatever people wanted to call it. He had a vagina. A pussy. A boypussy. When he was born the doctor wasn't sure if he was a boy or if he was a girl but his parents thought that he was a boy so they grew him up as one and low and behold, they turned out to be right because he was a boy. He felt like a boy. Albeit, he grew less hair then most men and he was a little on the short side, Blaine was a man. A man and nothing less. Well, that's what his parents told him anyway. He certainly didn't feel like a man at times, especially when he was reminded of the abnormality between his legs, the number one reason he didn't date. Blaine was an out and proud gay man. He liked penis. But that was the problem. Gay men liked penis. He had a pussy. He'd never be able to please a gay man sexually.
And sometimes the thought that he'd be alone forever scared him. It hurt him to the point of tears. Sometimes he'd lock himself inside of his bedroom and wouldn't reappear for 2-3 days and that's only because he had to go to work.
Parking his car in his garage, Blaine got out of his car ad walked up to the front of his house. Opening the door and stepping inside, he obsserved his living area. Neat and tidy, just as he'd left it. Sometimes he longed to come home to a messy house, with someone there who caused all of the mess he could nag. But sadly that wasn't his reality and his house was clean and quiet. Shaking his head, Blaine quickly made his way to his bedroom and stripped off all of his clothing, grabbed his towel,then headed to the bathroom for a quick shower and relaxing bath. Blaine never liked the idea of sitting in all of his filth so he always made sure he took a quick shower before he ever sat down in a bath. All of the stress on his mind had been weighing him down lately and he figured that a nice, warm, bath would soothe his nerves. So after getting out of the shower, filling the tub with water and pouring some nice smelling oils into it, he slipped inside.
After aboout 45 minutes, Blaine felt much better. Getting out of the cooling water, he dryed himself off and put on his oversized t-shirt he bought just for sleeping in and a pair of boxers. When he finished getting dressed he climbed into his king sized bed, tucked himself in, thenclosed his eyes. His final thoughts before sleeping were, I hope I get to experience life one day. To it's finest and fullest. Freedom.