I hope you guys enjoy this story. It is chapter 1 of many chapters to come. Thanks for checking it out :)

Diclaimer- I do not own Glee, or it's characters.


Chapter 1- Acceptance


Blaine groaned as he sleepily got up from his bed. He smacked his hand down in his alarm clock. It read 8:30AM.

He pulled himself out of bed and headed to his dresser.

"Blaine! Breakfast is ready!" he heard his mother call from downstairs. He hated having to spend weekends with his parents—he much preferred it at Dalton Academy, where all his friends were and where everyone accepted him for who he was.

He threw on some jeans and a T-shirt—he didn't have the best wardrobe because he was constantly wearing his Dalton uniform.

"Blaine!"

"Mom, I'm getting dressed!" He screamed down stairs.

Blaine didn't have the best relationship with his parents. Well, his mother was alright, but his father…

Blaine ran a comb quickly but painstakingly through his dark curls, and headed down the stairs.

"Hey honey," his mother said as she saw him entering the kitchen. She gave him a quick kiss on the head. "How are you this morning?"

"Tired." Blaine sat down at the table next to his father, whose nose was buried in the morning newspaper. His father didn't seem to even acknowledge Blaine's presence.

Blaine picked up a piece of toast from a plate that had been set out in the middle of the table. He slathered it in butter and gulped it down.

"Blaine honey, your father and I were going to go out to Lima today and do some shopping, maybe go to that really nice restaurant. Did you want to come?"

Blaine looked over at his father with narrow eyes. His father kept reading the paper, not even bothering to join the conversation.

Still looking at his dad, Blaine said, "I'll stay home. Thanks."

He pushed his chair away from the table and stood up. His mother gave him a disappointed look.

"Don't spend all day on that computer of yours."

Blaine grunted and left the room. He went back upstairs to his bedroom and slumped down in his bed. He could already hear his parents arguing downstairs.

"Why don't you even talk to him? He looks up to you! You know you're the reason he's not coming into Lima with us!"

"Until he gets over this phase, I will not speak to him! I won't have any son of mine running around in a tutu singing little songs with all his little gay friends!"

Blaine tried to shut them out. He buried his head under his pillow and prayed for them to stop screaming at each other. He tried to imagine going back to Dalton, with his good friends Wes and David. He imagined practicing songs with his fellow Warblers. Getting them all ready for sectionals, dancing and singing and laughing. He couldn't wait to get back to Dalton where everyone loved him and nobody was mad at him because he didn't have a girlfriend. In fact, he has never had a girlfriend. He wasn't interested in girls at all. And all of his friends simply accepted that.

He didn't hear much yelling coming from downstairs anymore. He came out from under his pillow and looked around his room. There was nothing to do at his house. He headed over to his computer desk, sat down, and opened his laptop. Sunday, 9:10 AM. He looked at the time, wishing it would zoom forward 24 hours. Tomorrow he would get up early, his parents would drive him back to Dalton, and he would get to spend the week where we really belonged.

He opened his chat messenger. Wes was online.

B- Hey Wes.

W- Oh, hey Blaine, how r u?

B- I want out of this house.

W- oh man, im sorry. I wish I could save u man. Why don't u just spend the weekends here in Dalton?

B- I would love to. But my mom insists on me coming home every weekend.

W- man that sucks dude. Well im sorry, I gotta go. My gf is coming to visit and I gotta prepare the room… you know. Ill see u tomorrow man.

Blaine watched Wes's status change from Online to Offline. He stared longingly at the screen, hoping maybe another Warbler would sign on. Nothing happened.

He shut his computer and leaned back in his desk chair. He heard a car pull out from his driveway, so he got up and looked out the window to see his mother and father leaving in they're bright red Chevrolet. Having the house alone, he decided it would be best to practice some songs he wanted to suggest for sectionals. He went over to his desk and opened a drawer, revealing piles of sheet music. He searched through for the song he wanted—Teenage Dream by Katy Perry. He had always wanted to sing that song with the Warblers, and they had recently started to work on it.

Blaine started warming up his voice. He had quite and impressive range, which is partly why he always got all the solos. No one ever complained, and he was quite content with singing the lead. Everyone at Dalton knew his name and always praised him—it felt nice to be wanted somewhere. Not to mention his amazing voice always won them first place in sectionals. They had only ever won regionals once, but it was all on Blaine's pure talent.

You think I'm pretty, without any make-up on…

Despite the obvious female lyrics, Blaine still loved to sing the song.

Just then, he heard a faint buzzing noise. Knowing it must be his cell phone, he ran over to his duffle bag he had packed for the weekend and pulled out his slim Blackberry. Someone was calling him… the caller ID read "Jeff Sterling". Jeff was a fellow Warbler, but not much of a friend to Blaine. What would Jeff want?, Blaine wondered, staring at the name on his phone. Jeff was a nice guy, so there was no way it was going to be a prank call of any kind. But Jeff was also known to be a bit of a ditz… It was probably a butt call, but Blaine clicked the talk button and held his phone up to his ear.

"Hello…?"

"Hey! Blaine?" He heard Jeff say on the other end.

"Um, yeah… Jeff? Hi."

"Hey."

There was an awkward silence. Blaine thought he could hear Jeff chewing something—maybe a mint.

Blaine broke the silence. "Why did you call…?"

"Oh! Right, sorry. The others—meaning, like, the other Warblers… the dudes… y'know, the—"

"YES, Jeff."

"Right, sorry, they were wondering if you could come back tonight instead of tomorrow morning? There's this, uh, meeting thing tonight about sectionals and they need you to be there… they asked me to call because they're all out getting coffee and you know me, I have a coffee machine in my dorm, and I just thought I'd stay here and drink my coffee here and lay on my bed and maybe—"

"Jeff."

"Sorry! Sorry, I do get off topic… my mom says I'm a lot like my grandmother that way, always getting off topic... you know, my grandmother has dementia. Poor thing, we visit her every Christmas…"

Blaine groaned and slumped down on his bed. He looked over at his Teenage Dream music, wishing he could just get back to practicing…

"Look, Jeff…"

"… and her cookies are—yes?"

"I don't think I can make it back tonight. My parents are out in Lima and I'm home alone, and I don't know when they'll be back. There's no way my mom is going to drive me up to Dalton tonight, especially if my dad has a say in it."

"Oh, okay… I'll let the guys know then. I guess David can send you the minutes from the meeting… that reminds me, I haven't even started my chemistry write-up…"

"Thanks Jeff. I'll see you at school."

Blaine ended the call and threw his Blackberry back in his duffle bag. He got up and kicked his duffle bag across the room in a state of rage. Why did his father have to be such a terrible person? Why couldn't his family accept him?

Blaine went over to his sheet music and picked it up. He didn't feel much like singing anymore. He put the sheet music back in his drawer and slumped down on the floor. He put his face in his hands and he felt a tear start to trickle out of his eye.

"No. Blaine, you idiot. Tomorrow you'll be back with your friends. Don't cry, that's so… that's so gay."

Even though he knew perfectly well he was gay, every day he hoped that maybe he'd meet a girl who would change his mind. A girl who would suddenly have his father love him again, a girl who would make his life easier. He also knew this would probably never happen.

He got up and looked around his room. It felt so empty and alone, unlike his dorm at Dalton. The bed had simple sheets on it, the rug was a gray colour, there were no posters or pictures on the walls, and the only accessories in the room were his laptop and comb. This made Blaine feel rather depressed, and he wanted nothing more than to be a tiny child again. When his room was a fun place full of toys, and his father loved him… would take him to the playground, baseball games, and even build airplane models with him. Blaine never told his dad he would rather be making doll clothes out of felt, because he knew his dad never would have accepted that. But everything changed on Blaine's 7th birthday, when he had asked for a Barbie doll. He had seen one in one of his mother's magazines, and had really wanted one for dressing up and giving different hairstyles. Then, Blaine started putting glitter on everything, and it was the last straw when Blaine had taken his father's baseball cap and bedazzled it. Blaine just thought the cap had looked so boring... it was always the same, and he wanted it to sparkle when his dad wore it outside in the sun. When Blaine's father found the cap, he had screamed at Blaine, shouted at him for touching his stuff… his father even let out a rude word that made Blaine's mother slap him. Since then, Blaine's father has hated Blaine and everything he was. His mother still loved him, and bought him toys, and decorated his room—but at a certain point, Blaine just didn't want to do anything without his daddy. So he stopped making crafts, stopped painting pictures for his walls… eventually, when Blaine was 15, his high school started to hate him too. His friends stopped talking to him when he started talking about the newest fashion rather than the newest car… bullies started picking on him, shoving him into lockers, telling him he was worthless and that his parents are ashamed of him. So he begged his mother to let him transfer to Dalton when he was 16… and she agreed. So since then, he had lived at Dalton in the weeks, came home on weekends, and came home in the summer. His mother had cleaned out his room when he has left, which is why he was now looking at it so empty and sad… he longed for his teddy bear so he could just lay on his bed and snuggle it… but his dad had thrown it out, along with all the dresses Blaine had made it.

All Blaine had wanted was to be accepted. Now he was 17 and his father hated him and his mother tried to stand up for him but secretly was just as upset that she would never have a daughter-in-law.

All he wanted was to be loved.


To be continued...