Chapter one
He had barely kept it together on the plane ride back home. A few people had asked him what was wrong, but he couldn't say anything, it would have just come out as a broken sob.
When he got home, he broke down.
He walked up to his room, climbed into bed, and sobbed. Shaking, gasping sobs. And then there was a knock on his door.
Blaine froze. His parents were supposed to be at work. He wiped his tears and with wide eyes opened his door just a crack.
"What the fuck are you crying about, faggot?"
Of course it had to be his dad. And just to make it worse? He was drunk.
"I- Nothing, dad."
"I'm pretty fucking sure men don't cry like that."
Blaine couldn't say anything. Talking just made it worse. It always made it worse.
"Look you fucking fairy, you going to tell me what the fuck is wrong with you or not?!"
Blaine shook his head. And then his dad pulled his arm back. He ducked just in time to avoid the beer bottle shooting past his head, smashing into the wall behind him, glass showering down onto his bed.
He had to leave. When he didn't leave, his dad would hit him. And he couldn't deal with that on top of the rest of what the past few days had been like.
"Tell me why the FUCK you were crying and I will leave you alone, faggot," his dad yelled. "FUCKING TELL ME NOW."
"My boyfriend broke up with me!" Blaine yelled in a sob, eyes widening as he realized what he said. He ran to his room to grab his phone before trying to run out of the house, but when he got to the top of the stairs again his dad grabbed him by the shirt.
"What the fuck did you just say? Your boyfriend? Some little fucking whore was willing to be with YOU and you're actually upset when he dumps you? Who the fuck wouldn't? You are a fucking worthless faggot, Blaine, and that all you will EVER be to your mother and I." His dad snarled, his face just inches from Blaine's.
"He's not a whore." Blaine mumbled quietly
"What the fuck did you just say?"
"I said he's not a whore, dad. He's a better person than you could ever even dream of be-"
He couldn't finish his sentence before his dad threw him down the stairs.
He fell, hitting against the wall and banister and he was fairly certain he had broken something. and then when he got the the end up the staircase his head slammed against the wall.
"You aren't welcome back in this home until you have a girlfriend. I won't have a fucking faggot in my house." His dad said, barely above a whisper, before kicking Blaine in the face, his steel toed boot hitting him in the eye.
The last thing Blaine heard before he passed out was his dad. "I don't ever want to see your fucking fairy face in my house again."