Blaine rubbed his eyes. It was only 3 o'clock in the morning, but his dad had began shouting again. The same thing happens e.v.e.r.y day. Blaines mom would come home from work late at night, to find that Blaine had gone to bed, and his father was either at a friends house drinking, or at a bar. By the sound of it, Mr Anderson had just came home. The suddenly awoken boy double checked his clock. Half three? This was way later than normal... From what he heard, The argument was mostly one sided by Steve Anderson. Steve Anderson was the very homophobic father of Blaine Anderson. Many times they had argued over his 'fag-phase' ,as the older man tended to call it, mostly ending with some kind of injury to the teen.
"Please dont come upstairs, please, please, please." Blaine whispered to himself. He relaxed in his bed as he heard the shouting stop. His eyes just began to close when Mr Anderson burst through the bedroom door. Blaine sat up suddenly and stared at his father, frightened. This had been happening almost daily since he came out, not long over two years ago. For some reason, his own father can not accept a child who falls in love with his own gender.
"HEY FAGGOT! Get your disgusting ass out of bed!" Blaine flinched at the choise of words, and obeyed reluctently. It would be just as worse if he stayed in his bed.
"Why the fuck did you deside to be gay? YOU did this to me Blaine! I was at the peek of happiness. Good job, fabulous wife, and an awesome son. THEN you choose to tell the world about your phase. I HAVE NO JOB! I JUST ABOUT STILL HAVE A WIFE! AND I MOST CERTAINLY HAVE NO SON!" He finished his lecture by smacking Blaine around the head with a bottle. The older man missed and instead hit Blaines shoulder, but the pain was still there. He scrunched up his eyes to stop the tears from showing. Right now he felt smaller than ever before. The younger male looked down, ashamed of something that he could not change. "I have no idea why that bitch you call mom, Still wants you in this house..." With that last comment he left the room, casualy bumping into the table by the door.
After a quick text to Wes, Thad, Nick, Jeff and David, Blaine desided to reherse he song he had recently chosen to preform next warblers practice. When he had exercised his voice and had a small nap, Blaine washed his wounded shoulder and got dressed for school. He ALWAYS had to sneak out of his house, to avoid another attack from his now hungover dad. Luckily, he escaped unharmed and quickly drove to school.
The day went relativley quick, and before he realised it, it was time for Warblers practice. Blaine positioned himself in the center of the room, with Wes, Thad, Nick, Jeff and David standing smartly behind him.
Once the room had quieted the back up singers began to sing.
Don't wake up won't wake up can't wake up
No don't wake me up
Don't wake up won't wake up can't wake up
No don't wake me up
Then the lead singer opened his mouth and sang gracfully.
It's the early morn
Lights flick on
Sleepy eyes peek through the blinds at something wrong
Motionless remains the mess
Shame such a beautiful beautiful young life
By the time i'm dreaming
And you've crept out on me sleeping
I'm busy in the blissful unaware
By the time i'm dreaming
And you've crept out on me sleeping
Tell me how am i supposed to care
Don't wake up won't wake up can't wake up
No don't wake me up
Don't wake up won't wake up can't wake up
No don't wake me up
A trail of clothes two years old
Why did you have to go and leave all this stuff behind
Wasn't i allowed three strikes and out
No but you said i could said i could just one night
By the time i'm dreaming
And you've crept out on me sleeping
I'm busy in the blissful unaware
By the time i'm dreaming
And you've crept out on me sleeping
Tell me how am i supposed to care
If i had let you go let you go (sounds like would)
Would this be different different
Now i'll never know never know
I didn't get the chance damn you
If i let had you go let you go
Would this be different different
Now i'll never know never know
I didn't get the chance damn you
And by the time i'm dreaming
And you've crept out on me sleeping
I'm busy in the blissful unaware
And by the time i'm dreaming
And you've crept out on me sleeping
Tell me how am i supposed to care
Don't wake up won't wake up can't wake up
No don't wake me up
Don't wake up won't wake up can't wake up
No don't wake me up
Don't wake up won't wake up can't wake up
No don't wake me up
Don't wake up won't wake up can't wake up
No don't wake me up
Don't wake up won't wake up can't wake up
By the end of the song, a thew other warblers had joined in. Blaine, who was on the edge of tears, quickly sniffled and sat down. Wes looked at him quizicaly. Hmmm Sad song, and him nearly crying? "Blaine, is everything okay? Whats wrong?"
Blaine immediatly put a hand on his shoulder. "Nothing, i just fell!" He shouted, regretting it after he procesed what Wesley had actualy said. He quickly ducked his head as Nick shuffled up next to him
"Um Is everything alright bro?" He asked putting a comforting hand on Blaines shoulder. Said boys wince indicated that things were most certainly not okay.
"Blaine, whats wrong with your shoulder?" David asked as Blaines tears began to roll down his stubbly yet smooth face. Slowly, Jeff pulled his blazer down, so that he could see what was wrong. No one had realised what the boy was doing untill a short gasp escaped the boys mouth. "What the hell are you doing?" Blaine quicly snapped, pulling his blazer back up. It was too late...they had all seen. "BBBUT BLAINE! Your shoulder! Its all...cut?" The warblers all looked towards the broken boy almost scared of his ingury. "Nothing... It was an accident. My dad came home and he was drunk and..." HE gestured towards his shoulder, and shrugged unphased by the whole situation.
"Your DAD did this?" Thad questioned jumping up from his seat and clentching his fists. Blaine nodded. "He doesnt mean to... Its my fault. I was the one who ruined his life by being gay."
"Stop it! This is not your fault Blaine! Its his, You cant help it if you preffer dudes to chicks!" David stated. Blaine once again shrugged and exited the choir room, unaware of the group of boys, making a plan.