A/N: I know how much everyone loves the Blangst, so I wrote some in celebration of us surviving the hiatus. I hope everyone likes it.
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Blaine was afraid. Afraid of what they would think, of what they would say. They said they'd always love him, but he was afraid. He didn't know what he'd do if they didn't accept him. They meant too much to him.
That wasn't it. He was also nervous. It had taken him weeks to plan out how he was going to tell them but he finally decided on something simple. He was just going to invite all them into the kitchen and he'd just say it. That he was gay.
Gay.
He'd always been raised to be a good Christian boy. He was always polite and kind. He never forgot his manners and was always the perfect gentleman. And his father always told him that fags were terrible people and would go to hell. They don't belong here, he said. They weren't human. And his mother always said they were poor, lost, uneducated souls and they would, with God's help, one day find their way. He didn't want them to think of him like that.
But he was tired of lying. Tired of telling his mother he fell, when he was really being shoved into lockers. Tired of telling Coop that it was the homework keeping him up, instead of the nightmares. Tired of telling his dad that he'd liked girls, when he really didn't.
Though, on the other hand, if he lied no one would get hurt. Except him, of course; but Blaine was used to that. He was used the battle inside. Blaine shook his head; he was going to tell them. He knocked on his brother's door. "Coop?"
"Yeah Blaine?" he called.
"Can you come to the kitchen?"
Blaine could almost hear him shrug, "Sure." Blaine nodded to himself. One down, two to go. His mother was most probably already in the kitchen and his father in his study. The boy made his way to the study.
"Dad?" he opened the door carefully. "Could you come to the kitchen? I have something I need to tell everybody." His father grunted in response, not taking his eyes off his papers. "Thank you." He closed the door behind him.
Blaine felt his legs shake as he made his way to the kitchen, where his mother was reading. "Hey mom, I need to tell you something."
She looked up with a smile, "Yes, honey, what is it?"
"Um, we should wait. I need to tell everybody." And if on cue Cooper came down the stairs and took a seat next to their mother.
Then their father, "What is it? I have things to do." He remained standing.
"This will be quick. I promise," Blaine took a deep breath and wrung his hands together. "This is hard for me to tell you. I honestly wasn't going to, but I think all of you deserve to know, because I love you all so much." He scanned everyone's face. His mother's eyes were wide, his brother's eyebrows were furrowed together, and the father simply looked blank, "What I'm trying to say is… I'm gay." The silence in the room was deafening. Cooper pinched his arm (a nervous habit), his mother looked like she was about to burst into tears, and his father still stared.
Surprisingly, his mother was first to speak. "No," she whispered. "No Blaine, you're not gay."
Then Cooper, who looked more concerned than anything, "Mom's right, Blaine. You can't really be gay. We need to get you some help." Cooper looked over at his mother, who nodded.
And finally his father, whose face had gone red, "You have you been speaking to?" He hissed, "Because we have raised you right. No son of mine is a fag," And with that he turned out of the room.
With tears in his eyes and a trembling lip, Blaine looked over at his mother, who looked away.
And this is when Blaine Anderson started to truly feel worthless.
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A/N: I overdosed on Cough Syrup while writing this. It helped with the angst. But really, I only listened to Cough Syrup for ages. I hope it was angsty enough.