AN: Hey guys, I'm just trying out this whole fanfiction thing. This story is just five times Blaine escapes to his safe place. It will eventually be a Klaine fic, but the first one or two chapters will just be Blaine. Also, I wrote this to music, so I would recommend going to Youtube and listening to the song(s) while reading.
This piece has not been betaed, any and all mistakes are mine.
I don't own Glee or Fox. I am not making any money off this piece.
October - Eric Whitacre
The property was abandoned and overgrown. The grass was thick and uncut, and large weeds monopolized the yard. The house was in disrepair, the white paint peeling off the rotten wood, the windows cracked and shattered. Even though no one had lived there for many years, it was still furnished, as though the previous inhabitants had simply vanished. However, the most remarkable feature of the property was the maple tree.
The old tree stood on the edge of the property, overlooking the small river that flowed through the valley below. When Blaine discovered the property, the majestic tree was the first thing he noticed.
The large tree represented safety, and Blaine didn't hesitated in wading through the waist-high grass, and climbing up the massive trunk. He settled himself among the branches and focused on forgetting.
Last week, Blaine had come out to his parents, and they hadn't been very accepting. They refused to talk to him, and only acknowledged his presence with disapproving sneers, and sad, disappointed smiles. Blaine couldn't take it anymore, he needed to escape. He had taken his bike, and simply slipped away into the chilly afternoon.
He focused instead on the world around him. He closed his eyes. Blaine could feel the rough bark from the tree digging into his skin. In his haste, he had forgotten to grab a jacket, and the cold autumn wind bit into his flesh. He could hear the wind rustling through the branches, the bubbling of the river beneath him. In the distance, a dog was barking.
He opened his eyes. He was immediately assaulted with a bright array of vibrant colours. The vivid red and orange leaves danced softly in the wind. A small chickadee sat on a branch, its head cocked as it stared at Blaine curiously.
The afternoon was swiftly drawing to a close, and the sun was almost finished its trajectory though the sky. The rays turned the clouds into soft hues of pastels, which reflected off the river to create a shimmering effect. Stars appeared in the east as the night approached.
Blaine shivered as the cold of night settled around him. He knew he couldn't stay here forever, but this place was safe, a haven. But running away didn't solve anything, and with a sad sigh, Blaine climbed down from the tree, and returned to the empty loneliness of his life.
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