Author's Note:

Please refer to next chapter's Author's Note before continuing. Thank you.


Blaine was thirteen years old. It was his very first boy/girl party. Sure, he was friends with some of the girls (he had to be to get this invite, right?) but it was still quite nerve-wracking. Especially when the adults decided to leave the kids alone in the cool basement to have their fun and everyone decided to play Seven Minutes in Heaven.

The birthday girl, Adrianna, stood up in front of the group. The month was January and she was the first to have a birthday, making her the only fourteen year old in the room. "Okay everyone, so here's how it works. Since I'm the birthday girl, I get to pick who goes in the closet and first..." she paused, tapping her finger against her plump, pink lips. "Me and Blaine." She grinned at the short, curly-haired boy like she had given him the opportunity of a lifetime as people wolf-whistled and cat-called. Most of the boys would kill for the opportunity Blaine was getting, but the only emotion he could think of right now was fear. His father had always taught him that a real man was never afraid so he stood up, straightened himself out, plastered a grin on his face and followed Adrianna into the closet.

It was dark. That was the first thing Blaine noticed after he shut the door of the tiny, cramped closet. He could still faintly hear the dance beats blaring out of the stereo. Before he even got the chance to breathe, Adrianna's lips were on his. She kissed him savagely, all teeth and tongue and lust but no love, no passion. Isn't that what kissing was about? Blaine's hands instinctively flew to her waist as she ran her fingers through his dark curls. "I've liked you for such a long time," she whispered between kisses.

"Yeah?" Blaine asked as her mouth moved down his jawline, along his neck and collarbone.

"Mmhm," she murmured. "I've wanted this since the second I saw you. You're so hot."

Wasn't Blaine supposed to feel flattered by that comment? Wasn't he supposed to be turned on as she kissed and sucked on his neck? He didn't feel anything. To be honest, he just felt uncomfortable. He felt bad for Adrianna, the way she was throwing herself at him and he simply wasn't interested. There was no chemistry.

"Adrianna?" Blaine tried to stop her.

"Hm?" she muttered, face still pressed against his neck.

"Adrianna, you gotta stop."

Adrianna looked him in the eyes. Now that his own eyes had adjusted to the darkness, he could just barely pick out her pretty, feminine face. She had big, doe eyes and a large pouty mouth. Blaine could understand why most guys wanted her so badly. What he didn't understand was why he didn't. "What?"

"I don't like you that way," Blaine explained, dropping his hands from her waist. "I'm really sorry."

Adrianna laughed bitterly to herself. "All the good ones are gay," she sighed to herself. Suddenly, her emotions switched from self-pity to anger. "You're just a fag," she spat in his face as she opened the door to the closet.

Blaine squinted as the room came into focus. "Hey! That was only four minutes!" someone protested.

"My party," Adrianna explained bitterly.

Gay, Blaine thought. He was old enough to know what the word meant, but he had never really applied it to himself before. Could he be gay? Was that why he never really gave the girls the time of day? Was that why he felt nothing with Adrianna? Was that why it had stung so much when she called him a fag? He wasn't sure at this point.

"Thomas, Vanessa. Get in there," Adrianna announced. More cat-calls and wolf-whistles were heard as Thomas pumped his fist in the air, throwing a wink Blaine's way. Blaine and Thomas were best friends. This was Thomas' way of saying "Isn't she a hottie? Wish me luck!" Something twisted inside of Blaine's stomach and suddenly he felt like he was going to be sick. Was this jealousy? What was he jealous of? As he watched Thomas and Vanessa walk into the closet, everything clicked. Adrianna was right. He was gay. And to add to it, he had a crush on his best friend. All of this was too much to handle. He felt even more sick to his stomach.

Blaine crossed the room and approached Adrianna and her friends, pulling her aside. "Change your mind, Anderson?" she smiled, smacking her lips. Blaine's gut wrenched a little more.

"No," Blaine answered quietly. "I'm not feeling well. I was wondering where the phone was so I could call home."

Adrianna pouted, silently handing him the phone standing on the cherry-wood end table. Blaine nodded his thanks and dialed his sister's cell phone number. "Hello?" she answered after the first ring.

"Hi Jen," Blaine responded. "It's Blaine."

"Hey, Buddy. What's up?"

"I'm at Adrianna's party. I was wondering if you could come pick me up; I'm not feeling well."

"Be right there," Jen hung up the phone and sped to get her little brother.

Blaine was waiting on the steps, despite the cold January weather, for his sister. He couldn't bear to be around these people when his mind was flying in a million different directions. He sighed, pulling his warm, knit toque over his ears and crossing his arms over his chest with a shiver. Just then, his sister pulled up. "Hop in, Buddy!" she called. Jen always called him Buddy. He claimed to hate it, but they both knew he secretly loved it. Blaine ran to the car, quickly taking a seat and escaping the cold.

Jen could see the worry and fear on Blaine's face. "Hey, what's wrong?" she asked, her own face contorting with concern. Jen and Blaine looked very alike. They both had unruly, dark curls and amber-hazel eyes.

Blaine took a deep breath, deciding to come right out with it. He knew he could trust his sister more than anyone. She could be very mature and understanding when she wanted to be. She was a senior in a local community college, despite their family's money and reputation. She didn't want to rely on or take advantage of it so she payed for her own schooling and went into the school that her marks deserved. She was studying to be a nurse. "I think I'm gay," he announced, all in one breath.

Jen grabbed her brother's gloved hand in her own, giving it a small squeeze, encouraging him to continue.

"At the party, we played Seven Minutes in Heaven. Adrianna picked me to go in with her and I didn't feel anything. It just felt sloppy and wrong. And then later, Thomas went in with Vanessa and I just felt so jealous." By now, tears were running down Blaine's cheeks. "I'm sorry."

"What are you sorry for?" Jen insisted in a small voice. "For crying or for being gay? You don't have to apologize for either. I'll always love you, no matter what. Alright?"

Blaine looked into his sister's eyes which were also growing moist. He threw his arms around her and buried his face into her neck. "Thank you," he muttered.

Jen wrestled Blaine off of her. "You know, you're gonna have to tell Mom and Dad about this."

Blaine sighed. He knew that. That was the part he was the most scared of. Blaine and Jen came from a wealthy family with a high-class reputation. Having a gay son probably wouldn't help mantain that. Especially not in Ohio. They'd be forced to accept him - they were family, after all - but they wouldn't be happy. Blaine finally nodded at his sister.

Jen grabbed Blaine's hand again. "It's gonna be hard," she informed him. "But I believe in you. You're strong, Blaine; a lot stronger than you think. And I know you can do this." She gave him a small, encouraging smile and Blaine couldn't help the tiny grin that spread across his face.

"I love you, sis," he told her.

"I love you too, Buddy."

When Blaine and Jen returned home, dinner was on the table. The smell of the delicious food wafted to Blaine's nose as he entered the house. He would love to say that his mother had made the meal, but that would be the work of their maid. They were a well-off family and they took almost unfair advantage of that. Anna and Hugh were already seated, chatting about business and politics as per usual. Blaine and Jen took their seats.

"Hello, dear," Anna greeted them both. "Are you all washed up?" They nodded. "Good, then let's say grace."

That was another bad thing about Blaine's impending confession. He came from a family of strong Christians; a faith where gay was not okay. Blaine held his sister's hand and his father's as his mother muttered the usual thanks. "Amen," they all finished, picking up their utensils and beginning to eat.

"How was Adrianna's party?" Anna asked after a few minutes of silence.

"I'm gay," Blaine muttered under his breath suddenly, the confession even catching him by surprise. He felt his sister stiffen beside him, then grab his hand under the table.

"What's that?" Anna asked.

"I'm gay," Blaine said, louder this time, as if hearing it come out of his mouth once made it easier.

Hugh's eyes raised from his meal and into the eyes of his son. The old lines of his forehead crinkled as his eyebrows drew together in anger. The look quickly faded as Hugh shook his head and laughed. "No, you aren't."

"Do you really think I'd kid about this?" Blaine questioned, standing and looking his dad in the eyes.

"You're not gay," Hugh told him, fiercer this time, almost like he were threatening him. Jen continued to hold Blaine's hand.

"I wouldn't say it unless I were one hundred precent sure," Blaine pushed.

"My son is not a fag," Hugh spat, standing. Blaine winced as the derogatory term was directed at him a second time. "How do you even know? Have you even kissed a girl?"

"Yes, I have," Blaine informed him. "Today, at the party, Adrianna kissed me and... and I didn't feel anything. It was just... sloppy. And - and then Thomas and Vanessa went in the closet and I just felt so jealous and it all just clicked." Blaine was crying at this point and his father wouldn't look him in the eye.

"Blaine, we are a high-profile family," Hugh began to explain. "We cannot have a gay son. It would ruin us."

"It's not like I'm letting my freak flag fly!" Blaine shrieked. "I never seemed gay did I? It's not like you have to introduce me as your gay son. I'm not telling you because of that. I'm telling you because I want you to know and I want you to be a part of my life," Blaine took a deep breath, trying to rid himself of the sobs that made his body wretch inward, to no avail. "None of your homophobic business partners have to know. Sure, one day I'm gonna wanna get married and adopt a couple babies, but until then..." Blaine couldn't believe he was saying this. "I can hide. I can pretend. And you know why? Because I love you and we're a family and I know you're gonna accept me, no matter what." Blaine paused and received no answer from his father. "Right?" his voice wavered desperately.

Hugh shook his head. "I don't think I can," he answered and Blaine's heart dropped in his chest. "I've never been so disappointed in you," he informed him, leaving the table and heading up the stairs.

Blaine took his seat again, placing his head in his hands. Shouldn't this realization have empowered him? Not make his world crumble all around him. Jen rubbed soothing circles into his back for a few moments as he collected himself. Finally, he sat up straight, looking across the table to his mother. He gave her an expectant look. "Mom?"

Anna shook her head. "Eat your dinner, sweetheart."

Jen was more shocked than Blaine. "Aren't you gonna say something?"

Anna tuned out her children, continuing to eat her dinner as Blaine began to cry again. This was going to be a long process.

Over the rest of the school year, Blaine didn't talk to his parents much. They especially didn't speak of Blaine's sexuality; which was why it caught him off guard when his father pulled him aside after his Grade 8 graduation.

"I wanna spend some time together this summer. Alright?" Hugh asked him, a smile on his face.

Blaine simply nodded, choking up. Maybe his father would come to accept him after all.

So they did spend time together. Hugh took him on many fishing and hiking trips and after about a month, he finally brought up the elephant in the room.

"So," his father began, awkwardly dragging out the word. "You still think you're gay?"

And suddenly, Blaine realized what this was all about. It wasn't about father/son bonding or proving that he accepted him. It was about trying to convert him. That was why the activities they did were always so masculine. Blaine took a deep breath, trying to keep his cool as he answered his father. "Yes, and my mind isn't going to be changed," he answered, giving him a subtle warning.

Hugh just nodded and Blaine almost thought he had won. "You like cars?" his father asked him after some silence.

Blaine just shrugged, the sun beating down on him, reflecting off the water the little fishing boat floated on and into his eyes, making him squint.

"I saw a '59 Chevy for sale down at the used car lot. It's pretty damaged but it's a nice car and they're hard to find. I was thinking about buying it and fixing it up together. Whaddya think?"

Blaine just nodded. "Sounds like fun."

A few weeks later, Blaine and Hugh were in the driveway, piecing the car together from scratch. It proved difficult and definitely not fun. The hot July sun threw golden rays down at the pair, burning their backs and necks, each working shirtless rather than ruining a perfectly good shirt with dirt, sweat and car grease.

After a few hours, Anna came outside with a pitcher of lemonade. "Refreshments?" she called with a smile.

Hugh approached her, giving her a kiss on the cheek. "Thanks, sweetheart. Run inside."

Blaine sat down on the porch step next to his dad, in the shade. He sipped on the refreshing lemonade when suddenly Hugh spoke up. "So, Adrianna kissed you, huh?" he asked.

"Yupp," Blaine confirmed, slightly caught off guard.

"Tell me about it."

"I think I told you all you need to know," Blaine replied. "It was sloppy and I didn't feel anything."

Hugh nodded, taking a long pull from his lemonade. "Blaine, you can't be gay," he finally said.

Blaine nearly began to shake with anger. He had suspected it before, but now he knew for sure. This summer wasn't bonding. His father was simply hoping that getting his hands dirty would make him straight. Blaine couldn't hold it back anymore. "You're disgusting," he spat at his father. "This summer wasn't about us. It was about you trying to convert me. Why is it so hard for you to accept me for who I am?"

Hugh sighed, running a hand through his hair, just like Blaine's only laced with gray. "Because it's wrong."

"Love is love!" Blaine exclaimed. "Who gives a crap who the person is? The feeling is the same. Why should I be reprimanded for the way I feel?" Blaine paused. "I'm not the bad one here; you are. If you're gonna go the Christian way and say it's "wrong" to be gay, aren't you also in the wrong for not accepting everyone for who they are? You're just as bad as me. In fact, you're worse."

"Blaine," Hugh warned, looking into his lap.

Blaine stood up and began to pace. "I gotta get this off my chest!" he stated. "You're supposed to be my father. You're supposed to love me and support me when no one else will. But now, just because of my gender preference, you refuse to accept me and try to change me. You're disgusting."

And that's when it happened. Blaine never saw it coming. All at once, his father stood and punched his son, his own flesh and blood, right in the face. Blaine fell to the ground, his arm falling onto a rock, slicing it open. Blaine bit back a scream as his father reached down to his level. A flicker of guilt spread across his face as he looked into his son's watery eyes, quickly replaced again by anger. "I think we both know who the disgusting one is here," he hissed, walking into the house.

Jen made her way to the front door, a smile on her face, coming to speak to her father and brother. Her father pushed past her and through the door. She frowned, heading out to see Blaine. She nearly screamed at the sight of him, sprawled on the driveway, clenching his bleeding arm, a bruise already beginning to form on his face. She ran to his side. "What happened?" she questioned, but she didn't even need to ask. She had seen the look on their father's face. It was him. "I'll be right back," Jen told him, running inside to get the first aid kit. She thanked God for her nursing background; it couldn't have come more in handy. She ran up the spiral staircase, panting. She couldn't tell if it was from exhaustion or fear. She ran by her mother and father's room, catching the tail-end of their argument.

"-destroy us! He's a disgrace!" she heard her father scream.

"He's just a boy!" her mother argued. Silence. She heard a soft sob escape her mother's mouth. "Get out," she nearly whispered, but her father heard it loud and clear. Jen could hear the opening of drawers and the zip of a duffel bag as she searched for the first aid kit.

As she exited her bedroom, her father exited his own. She gave him a dark glare and ran out of the house, to her waiting brother. Her blood ran cold as she witnessed him on the pavement, weeping into the gravel, ignoring the way it scratched uncomfortably against his face. He continued to grip onto his bleeding arm as his sister arrived at his side.

"Sh," she whispered, brushing sweaty curls off his forehead. "I'm here. You're gonna be alright."

He nodded, biting back tears as he opened the first aid kit to find what she needed. As she started to disinfect the cut running down his arm, Hugh exited the house, stone-faced. He passed by his children without a glance, throwing his duffel bag into the back seat of his car and stepping into the driver's seat. He glanced at the rearview mirror as he pulled out, witnessing Jen bandage up his son. He remained emotionless as he backed out of the driveway and drove down the road.

Blaine woke up in his familiar, dark blue bedroom with his sister by his side. His right eye was swollen to the point that he couldn't even open it and his arm stung more than he could put into words. "Hey, Buddy," she greeted him.

"What happened?" he questioned.

"You don't remember?" she asked, a sympathetic look washed over her face.

And suddenly, the memory came rushing back to him. His entire body shivered and Jen noticed. "You remember," she said it as a statement, not a question.

All he could muster was a nod.

"Do you wanna talk about it?"

Blaine shook his head.

"Okay. Well, I called Grandma and Grandpa and they're picking us up in a bit," she informed him.

"Us?" he rasped.

"I'm obviously coming with you, Buddy," she smiled and Blaine grinned too. Suddenly, his mother entered the room.

Jen glanced up at her quickly, but returned her gaze to Blaine. "What are you doing here?"

"I'm here to talk to Blaine," Anna answered.

Jen gave her a look and Anna nodded, telling her to trust her. Jen nodded back and exited the room, leaving mother and son to talk.

"How you feeling?" Anna asked, taking his hand.

Blaine glanced down at their intertwined fingers before answering, "Like shit."

Normally Anna would have reprimanded him for his language, but she didn't want to fight. "What your father did was wrong." Anna said, surprising Blaine. "There was no excuse." she paused. "You're not safe at home. So, I think you should go to Dalton Academy. You know, the school your cousin Harvey went to? It's a great opportunity and it would get you away from your father. It's win/win," she explained. When he didn't respond, she informed him, "It's up to you."

"I wanna go," Blaine answered.

"Then it's settled," Anna smiled, standing up and smoothing out her dress. As she turned to leave she remembered something. "And honey?"

Blaine looked at her expectantly.

"I still love you."


Author's Note Two:

I know, I know. There's no Kurt here, but this is the prologue. There will be plenty of Kurt from here on out. I already have the entire plot planned out. It's gonna be quite the ride. Nineteen chapters worth actually.

Anyone catch the Sexy reference?

AND OH MY GOD YOU GUYS! ORIGINAL SONGS? BEST EPISODE OF LIFE.

KLAINE HAPPENED. I CAN'T BELIEVE IT.

I INJURED MYSELF WITH HAPPINESS. I WAS FLAILING SO MUCH THAT I TWISTED MY NECK AND HAD TO SLEEP WITH AN ICE PACK.

Oh, and I have every Kurt and Blaine scene in the episode memorized. :3 I was reciting them for my mom and my brother thought I was crazy. :)

BUT YEAH, ORIGINAL SONGS WAS AMAZING.

I'm making my non-Glee watching friend watch it with me. I'll let you guys know how that goes. ;)

CHEESUS! I USE THIS THING LIKE A DIARY.

I rant. A lot.

Anywho, review! Love you all!