Chapter one:
Blaine returned to his room after a long day full of exams, Warbler practice and despair. He places his iPod down on the night stand next to his bed, takes a seat and sighs. He hasn't genuinely smiled in what feels like months. Ever since this thing, this curse made itself apparent. He moves to lie down as he allows his thoughts to wander.
Blaine was never taught to love. He was never shown compassion. Being raised by maids and butlers didn't exactly allow for a nurturing environment to develop. He saw his parents maybe twice a month. He'd say that seeing them three times was lucky, but that would be the opposite of luck. As CEO of a trading company, his father was nearly always at different conferences all around the country and world. His mother, on the other hand, was a doctor for Doctors Without Borders so being out of the country came in her contract. Somehow they both managed to always come home at least once a month on the same weekend. Always a party for Blaine.
Anyway, his curse so to speak, wouldn't be a curse if it wasn't for his mother and father's view on the subject. One would think that being a doctor would lead to unconditional understanding to altering points of view. Unfortunately for Blaine, this was not the case with his mother. His father grew up with three other brothers and a father previously in the military. Nothing says homophobia like refusing to watch How I Met Your Mother simply because one of the actors is gay. The ignorance of his parents didn't exactly make coming out easy for Blaine. Then again, he wouldn't know yet- he hasn't done it. He figures why tell them when they're hardly ever home. It's not like he hasn't thought about it, though. He wants to so badly. He's sick of lying to everyone. No one in his life knows. He hasn't mustered up enough courage to tell anyone.
After a few minutes of lying down on his bed, Blaine decides he could use some fresh air. He picks up his iPod again, grabs the nearest book, choses any old sweatshirt hanging from his coatrack and heads down the stairs. Blaine is used to be alone in such a large house; the lack of people is how he likes it. No one to judge him or suggest he date the next Jane Doe down the street. He swings through the kitchen and greets the maid they've had for 15 years, nearly all of Blaine's 17 years of life, and he's out the door. The walk to the park isn't a long one but he puts his headphones on anyway and tries to lose himself.
Cold is the water
It freezes your already cold mind
Already cold, cold mind
And death is at your doorstep
And it will steal your innocence
But it will not steal your substance
But you are not alone in this
And you are not alone in this
As brothers we will stand and we'll hold your hand
Hold your hand
He walks fairly slowly, he doesn't have any reason to hurry up. It's not like there's anyone waiting for him at his house. As he approaches the big grassy plain, he allows a shiver to run through his body. He lets the soft guitar and sweet harmony into his mind. The song becomes like a drug and he notices that he's walking in time to the music, which isn't very fast. Music has always had this effect on him. Not only does he love to create his own music but he loves appreciating others creations as well. He can always find safety in music, a type of safety he can't seem to find in anyone else. Nobody else really understands him fully, so he feels closest to the melodies found on the gadget in his hand.
Finally he reaches the slight dip in the grass which proves to be the perfect size for Blaine and maybe another person, but he's always here alone so he allows himself to spread out. He flips open the book, not any particular book, he just wanted something to distract himself a bit.
Blaine finds himself 45 pages into the book when he takes a look at his watch. It's 5:30 and since its mid-October the sun will be setting shortly. He gathers his iPod, book and sweatshirt and starts his way back to his house. Yet again, he puts his headphones in and tries to lose himself in the songs. This time a very different type of song comes on. A faster beat.
Come the war
Come the avarice
Come the war
Come hell
The faster pace of the song makes him walk a bit faster, with more bounce in his step. It's a lot colder on the way back than it was on the way to the park so he has to put his sweatshirt on.
Come attrition
Come the reek of bones
Come attrition
Come hell
This is why
Why we fight
Why we lie awake
And this is why
This is why we fight
Blaine loves music like this. The type of music he can relate to. He wants to be able to share all this music with someone. Unfortunately the Warblers are all consumed with the latest Katy Perry tune and insist on Blaine singing them all.
When we die
We will die
With our arms unbound
And this is why
This is why
Why we fight
Come hell
Bride of quiet
Bride of all unquiet things
Bride of quiet
Bride of hell
Bride. Ha. Blaine laughs at the verse, slightly shaking his head. The amount of times his mother has spoken to him about the future including the words "bride," "money," and "nice girl" Blaine has lost track of counting.
So come to me
Come to me now
Lay your arms around me
And this is why
This is why
We fight
Come hell
Come hell
Come hell
Come hell
Suddenly the irony of the song makes itself prevalent just as it ends. The first thing Blaine sees once he reaches the top of his driveway is his parent's car.
A/N: Thanks so much for reading! I hope you guys enjoyed it! The first song is Timshel by Mumford & Sons. The last song is This is Why We Fight by The Decemberists. I'd love a review if you get a chance!