This Is Why
A/N: Alright readers! I have brought some lovely angst for you! Yes, it is multi-chaptered, and yes, I have it all written out. I plan on updating weekly, earlier if the story becomes popular. Yes, this story is Blaine-centered, but it is a Klaine story! Yay!
Okay, I wrote this story after season 3 had aired, so I know that Blaine attends McKinley. So, it isn't quite up to date, school attendee wise. I know that
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Chapter 1
Not many people know why I attend Dalton Academy, and I prefer to keep it that way.
*FLASHBACK*
It was early spring, I was only an 8th grader. The smell of pancakes fills the air, but I was scared.
Last night I came out to my parents.
My father looked almost happy, but in some twisted, strange way. My mother packed her bags and left 10 minutes later. After that, I ran to my room, locked the door, and tried to sleep, only to be plagued by countless nightmares. But now I'm awake.
I open my door quietly, but something stands in my way. My father is at the door, a plate of pancakes in one hand, his briefcase in the other. His face resembles one of a clown. Hair askew, naturally dark eyes black with lust and psychosis, his smile wide and painful to look at. He steps into the room and sets his briefcase gently on the chair.
"Morning son. Pancakes?" he hands me the plate and fork. I nod my thanks and begin eating, while he opens his briefcase, pulling out several items and a bottle before turning to me and stealing away my breakfast. I open my mouth to ask why, but a sock is shoved down my throat before I could speak.
"Listen here you little piece of shit," he spits on me "this is what's going to happen."
TBC