I wasn't used to this whole "closet gay" thing... secretly liking boys - Blaine, actually - instead of completely liking girls. But there was something different about him that made me question my own sexuality. Maybe it was his somewhat masculine personality, or the fact that he didn't make things awkward around straight guys. I'm not sure, but one thing I did know was that I wanted him, and I was going to have him; no matter how rude it sounded, I was happy to hear that Blaine's relationship with Kurt had come to an end.
"Hey, handsome!" Oh, God. It's Kitty. Her voice was so incredibly irritating it gave me chills.
"Kitty, we're not together anymore. Why are you still talking to me?" I slammed my locker door and turned completely around to face her, throwing my book bag over my right shoulder.
"I come to have a simple conversation with you and you become immediately hostile. Fine, I'll leave you alone." She turned and walked down the long hallway, stimulating my gag reflex with each bounce of her curly ponytail. It was so amazing to know that she could be exponentially more self-centered than me.
I fished my keychain out of my pocket and wriggled it in my hand until I singled out the key to my pickup truck. On my way to the student parking lot I passed Blaine and my heart stopped. He didn't notice me, though. I pushed through the glass door to the parking lot and maneuvered through the rows of cars, left hand tucked in my pocket and my right holding my book bag strap. It was like my signature look. I hit the unlock button on my key fob as I approached my truck and tossed my book bag into the passenger's seat as I got in.
The drive home was quiet and full of intense thinking. I was absolutely, utterly confused about my feelings for Blaine, and even more frustrated that he was a senior. The guy was two years older than me, just getting out of a relationship, and probably wasn't even interested in me. What would a smart, talented guy like Blaine see in little Puck Junior? The more I thought, the more discouraged and hurt I became.
Somehow I had managed to make it home with blurry vision and tear-filled eyes. As usual, I was alone. No one else would be home until about three o'clock in the morning. My father left us years ago and my mother was always working, or she was drunk off her ass in a bar somewhere. She came home only to shower and change her clothes, leaving me to take care of myself. Luckily, she gave me money whenever I needed it. I went upstairs to shower and change into some comfier clothes. It was Friday, but I didn't feel like going anywhere. I just wanted to lie in bed and listen to music, hoping that would fill this strange mental void I had acquired. However, it didn't seem like anything was going to work out for me. My phone buzzed in the middle of a Pink Floyd song, notifying me that I had received a text from Kitty. Normally I wouldn't bother to read it, but the message looked long, which probably meant she was texting me about something important. It turned out that I had just received a mass message from her about some jock s party and I thought about going. In fact, I decided to go. There was almost always booze at these parties and I figured drinking would help take my mind off Blaine.
I hope you guys enjoyed it! It's my first fanfic, so judge kindly, please. I know it's short, but that's only because it's the intro. I'm still kind of developing the plot but I promise to have a much longer Chapter 2 up within the next few days, so stay tuned.
Disclaimer: I do not, in anyway, profit from this story and all creative rights to the characters belong to their original creator(s).