Title: Unwanted
Pairing: Blaine/Kurt
Summary: Blaine is 11 when his parents kick him out of the house. His social worker manages to find him a new home with a more accepting couple. As Blaine grows up, he deals with the effects of being an unwanted child, and how to feel loved by his new family. Along the way, he meets boy who challenges everything he knows about love and relationships.
Author's note: I haven't written fanfiction in three years. This is just a prologue, and still needs some work, and is definitely unbeta'ed. I just had to get the idea out there so I could force myself to continue. I've seen the Anderberry craze on tumblr and wanted to find a way to try it out. I hope you like the premise!
Blaine Anderson was eleven years old when he had to move out of his parents' home. No, no, that's not quite right. Blaine Anderson was eleven when his parents kicked him out of his house.
When Blaine would remember it years later, he could still see his mother and father holding hands on top of the table, staring at him solemnly as they questioned him. Mrs. Lawson, his 5th grade teacher, had called. She had seen him kissing Jeremy Evans behind the swings during recess.
Had she made a mistake? Was she sure it was him? Had this happened before? Why did it happen? Was Blaine confused?
Blaine had still been too young to understand things like homophobia, or how to lie to his parents, so he told them that he didn't think he liked girls, and kissing Jeremy was nice.
Needless to say, that was not what his parents wanted to hear.
It was difficult to remember the details, but Blaine remembered liking his social worker well enough. He remembered her frequently arguing with his parents in hushed whispers about the legality of giving up an older child—child support, forfeiting parental control, the irreversible nature of what they were doing, not to mention the psychological effects it could have on Blaine. They were all big, scary words, and Blaine was always very uncomfortable. But Nancy was a nice enough lady, a little older than his parents, but she always smoothed down his hair real nice and patted his head. She had even given him his own teddy bear to hold whenever he sat quietly in the next room while she spoke to them. Blaine's parents had never been particularly affectionate, nor had he been permitted to play with stuffed animals growing up, so he cherished these interactions.
He still remembered the last day he saw them. Nancy had come to pick him up, and he had a tiny roller suitcase packed, his bear sitting on top.
Blaine had heard enough to know that he wasn't just going on a trip. He knew he had to be a big kid right now. Mommy and Daddy didn't want him.
As Nancy took his hand and led him to the car, he saw his mom and dad for the final time as they stood in the doorway. His father's eyes were hardened, though his mother's seemed a bit sad. He wanted to cry out and beg them not to send him away, but he knew that it was too late, and nothing would change their minds. He was a bad kid, and they didn't want him anymore.
In her fifteen years as a social worker, Nancy Baylor couldn't remember a more shocking or heartbreaking case. Speaking to the Andersons had been like speaking to a wall. While the case was unorthodox, at times appearing to border on illegal, she knew that the best course of action was to get the poor boy out of the home. She had tried to protect Blaine from hearing the worst, but some of the things that couple said were simply grotesque. Nancy was unsure how they had ever been allowed to procreate.
Seeing Blaine through the whole thing, though, broke her heart. His face on the day they left... she didn't think she'd ever be able to erase it from her mind. And after he'd been living at the home for two months, foster care began to get thrown around by other workers.
This made Nancy nervous, for obvious reasons. As a gay child, especially recently, she couldn't bear the thought that Blaine would be tormented by not just other children, but by any family he was taken in by. She had seen a great change in him over his two months at Tawny Heights. No longer was he energetic and talkative, as he had appeared when they first met—before the Andersons made it clear that they were giving him up. He had grown quiet and introverted, and didn't seem to have an easy time making friends with the other children. He played with the bear she had given him a few months before, and wrote in a little black notebook. His eyes had stopped shining, and that broke Nancy's heart more than anything.
When she contacted her friend Hiram, all she had been expecting was some advice. How could she make it easier for this gay youth in the home? And what could she expect as he moved into foster care?
What she had not expected, however, was for Leroy and Hiram Berry to begin adoption proceedings.
And that is how Rachel Berry and Blaine Anderson unexpectedly became siblings.
A/N: Thanks for reading! I'm still very much getting the hang of this again... and this isn't exactly how I write usually. I just really needed to get the story set up, with all of the exact details of how everything happened sorted out.