Communication

Part I: Freshman Year

Chapter One

Sunrise

Yay! A new story! I'm so excited to start sharing this with you guys, because I've been working on the structure and things for quite some time. (plus I wanted to wait until Nightshift was almost finished) This story is already all done. I just have to put it all up and read some reactions to see if I need to make changes so like always, PLEASE REVIEW.

A few important things to note quickly:

-This story will have four parts, each part representing a different year of high school for Blaine.

-I'm hoping for at least six to ten chapters per part, so yes, I plan to make this fic quite long.

-Unlike all of my other fics, this one will strictly be told in Blaine's POV.

-Yes, Sam will happen, even if it's not immediately the way you want it to.

-There will be no full sections for the summer between terms, these will be talked about in chapters, or get their very own.

Once again guys, I'm super excited to finally share this with you. I'm so proud of what it's going to become and I really hope you guys are ready to enjoy it with me!

It was a loud banging on his door made Blaine awake with a start.

"Wake up Blaine! It's almost six-thirty!" Cooper said from the other side of the thin wood that protected Blaine's world from the one on the other side of it.

"Kay." Blaine mumbled as he swung around on his bed, his bare feet touching the cold, hard and old wood beneath him. Blaine wasn't fully sitting up before his head throbbed. Almost immediately, Blaine's hands shot up to his temples and began to rub them. This was routine for Blaine to wake up this way, especially when his father had been drinking heavily the night before and ran out of things to throw at him. Unfortunately for Blaine, his father still had at leave one forty ounce beer bottle left in his arsenal, and even more unfortunate, Blaine couldn't dodge it before his collided and shattered on his head.

It's going to be another one of those days... Blaine thought to himself as he kept rubbing his head. Days like this were always hard for him. He was only five minutes into the day, and it was already awful, which meant the rest of the day was only going to be worse. More banging came to his door, but Blaine didn't move.

"Come on Squirt! Are you awake?" Cooper yelled again, was shouting really necessary this early?

"Yes." Blaine said clearly to make sure his brother heard him. If only Cooper knew what had happened last night before he left on his date, he wouldn't be banging and yelling at Blaine.

"Okay! You got five minutes before I come back!"

Blaine sighed, and stood up, even though his head protested against it. Ignoring it, he moved around the small room, looking for clothes that made him at least somewhat presentable to the world. Blaine room was small, and the walls were a dark, navy blue, a color his mother picked before she died. Blaine plastered posters and pictures on the walls to cover up the color after a while. The color made him too sad, but he couldn't find the will to re-paint, so he just covered it, leaving only enough paint visible to remind him that it was still there. His floors where an old and faded oak color. Small piles of clothes were scattered around, mostly stuffed in the corners so Blaine could still have mobility.

His room wasn't dirty, but more of an "organized mess" he liked to call it. It's not like his father was exactly concerned whether or not he kept it clean, or even cared that there was a massive pile of CD's piled up on his small computer desk by his tiny window.

Finally, finding a black Ramones shirt that Blaine actually really liked, and a pair of khaki colored chino pants, Blaine changed out of the basketball shorts and the plain black t-shirt he wore to bed. Sniffing to make sure the shower that he took last night had held up through his slumber, and being satisfied with how he smelled, Blaine bulled the pants on both legs at a time and slipped the shirt on quickly before Cooper could come back to bang on the damn door again.

Luckily, Blaine made it just in time because when he opened the door, Cooper was standing there, hand in the air, ready to bang away.

"Please don't bang on the door Coop." Blaine grumbled as he shuffled past his brother.

"Why?" Cooper asked as he followed Blaine down the narrow hallway towards the kitchen. When Blaine didn't answer immediately, Cooper spoke again. "He's asleep B. Passed out about an hour ago in his bed."

Blaine sighed with relief. At least he wouldn't have to deal with another headache on top of his other one. "He threw a bottle at me last night." Blaine said.

"Again?" Cooper was immediately angry as he plopped in the rusty dining chair across from the fridge, the yellow light from the bulb above them, making his blue eyes, look even more striking.

Yeah..." Blaine mumbled as he grabbed the milk carton from the fridge, only to find it empty. She scoffed. "No milk?" he complained to Cooper, who just nodded.

"Probably spent it all on booze again." Blaine remarked as he moved to the garbage can and tossed the cardboard inside.

"Probably." Cooper agreed. "Look Blaine," he stood up and walked towards his brother, his full six-foot figure making Blaine's five-eight figure look measly. "I told you to call me if he did that to you again."

Blaine put his hand up to push away the oncoming argument that he was surely coming. "I'm wasn't going to ruin that date for you Coop." Cooper went on dates at least twice a week. Being as handsome as he was, he was kind of a hot commodity around Lima, except for the McKinley girls of course. He had bright blue eyes, that complimented his wavy dark hair stunningly. Since he was on the football team for all four years of his high school career, he was quite muscular.

"Blaine." Cooper's voice became irritated and authoritative. "I got you that phone for a reason. Besides, I don't give a damn about that girl last night. She wouldn't even kiss me afterward... Slut." he whispered the last word.

Blaine chuckled. "Yeah, she's the slut 'cause she didn't kiss you. Maybe I'll call the cops. They should know about this crime to humanity."

"Hilarious Blaine." Cooper retorted sarcastically as Blaine walked to the front room. "And don't change the subject on me man. This is important."

Blaine rolled his eyes as he sat down on the musty, yellow couch. The sunlight from the window behind him, showcased the massive amount of dust that flew up from the cushion and were now drifting to the dirty carpet below. Cooper sat to his left. His head was throbbing still, maybe he could get some Advil from Rachel again. She always had some just in case.

"Blaine!"

"OKAY." Blaine cut him off as he grabbed his shoes from the side of the couch by the door. "I will call you next time. I promise." He looked at Cooper. "I promise."

"I know you think I'm annoying," The older boy sighed. "but I just want to make sure you're alright."

"Okay." Blaine repeated as he tied the laced to his black Vans.

Cooper stood when Blaine did, and faced him. "Ten more months baby bro. Then, I graduate and we both get out of here. You don't have to worry about him any more. I promise."

"It can't come fast enough." Blaine remarked. Cooper laughed and he cupped his hand on Blaine's shoulder.

"Are you all ready now?" Blaine nodded as he turned around and grabbed his backpack from the same side of the couch his shoes were on. "About time, gay people...I swear, all about the gllitz and glamor..." Cooper joke dramatically.

"Ha. Ha." It was Blaine's turn to be sarcastic as he shut the door behind him.

The drive to school was less than exhilarating for Blaine, paired with his still throbbing headache and the morning traffic, which was especially rough that morning, it caused the boys to arrive at school just ten minutes before the first bell rang. As usual, Rachel was waiting for Blaine and Cooper in the parking lot, looking around her like she was going to get something thrown at her any second.

"Bad traffic?" She huffed as she adjusted her black and white checkered sweater in the brightened sunlight. Her long brown hair was pushed back with a thick, white headband. Her pleated, black short skirt left some skin to the imagination, but the long, white socks that went to her knees quickly killed any sexual thought anyone could have of her. And if it didn't, her black flats made sure to seal the deal.

"Nah, Barry," Cooper made as he pulled his backpack out of the backseat and shut the door. "we actually just drove around the school five times to see how long you would wait for us." Blaine laughed loudly.

Rachel looked at Blaine incredulously. "Is that true?"

Blaine shook his head as his laughter died down. "Of course not, Rachel. The traffic was bad. Especially after the fourth time we went around." Now it was Cooper's turn to laugh as Rachel shot him a look of anger, Blaine ignored it with a smile as he walked past her and toward the massive brick, gray buildings.

William McKinley High School was one of six high schools in the school district. The others being Carmel High School, Thurston High School, Dalton Academy, Haverbrook School for The Deaf, and The Jane Addams Academy. Dalton was for the rich kids and was an all boys school, Jane Addamns was an all girls school, but instead of being for the wealthy, it housed troubled girls with criminal records. Haverbrook was, well for the Deaf; and Thurston and Carmel were regular public schools like McKinley.

William McKinley was home of the Titans. Their cheer leading squad was the best in the state, their football team never made it even that far, and everything else pretty much sucked in Blaine's opinion. Their principle, Figgans, was a weird and cheap Middle-Eastern man with a thick accent and a hairline that was receding at an alarming rate. Blaine guessed he would be bald before graduation.

As the three students walked through the bright and busy hallways, people bustled their way to class, not even apologizing for their shoulder colliding with either Blaine or Rachel. Some of them didn't even look back when Cooper yelled at them to watch it, the ones that did still didn't say anything. Even though Cooper was a football player, he still didn't get as much respect from people at the school.

The main reason? His gay brother and his weird friend, that he continue to defend no matter how many times he was accused of being gay, or purposely tackled on the field. He still protected Blaine and Rachel. Even if Blaine told him not to.

"You know the drill," His big brother said as they turned, almost reaching Coopers first period class. "If you need me, call me and I'll be there."

Blaine rolled his eyes when they stopped, of course he knew this, but before he could respond Rachel did it for him.

"Okay! Thank you Cooper." He just looked at her with a raised eyebrow.

"Right..." he said, and he went inside the door just as the bell rang. Rachel and Blaine looked at each other, before they both quickly ran down the hall way towards class.