Hey Guys! This is a new fic that HoneyBooBoo93 and I are starting together. (So, If it shows up on her profile it's not plagiarism, we're writing it together) It is an alternate universe that coincides with my other fic "My Doorstep Baby". Kelsey Crossings, or as many of you know her Addie's mom is his best friend. This is what would have happened had Kelsey not gotten pregnant. Mainly it is the story of Blaine's life before meeting Kurt. I hope you enjoy!
"Come on Blaine! We're going to be late," Kelsey Crossings pleaded as she tugged her best friend, Blaine Anderson's hand down the long, overcrowded hallway of high schoolers.
"No, I hate Mrs. Knight. She's evil. Can't we just skip her class?" Blaine begged.
"No, we have a test, and she's not that evil. And if we don't hurry, Scott and his fellow idiots are going to throw you in the dumpster again," Kelsey reminded him.
"Uhh, I don't care," Blaine scoffed. "I have to deal with those guys every day. I'm used to it. Besides, Mrs. Knight just met us last week, she barely knows our names."
Kelsey laughed. When Blaine put his mind to something, he was pretty determined to get his way, even if it wasn't in his best interest. They finally made it to Mrs. Knight's drab, boring, and cold classroom, and Kelsey nearly had to push Blaine into his seat.
"Sit down, shut up, and don't give Mrs. Knight any other reason to hate you," Kelsey ordered as she sat down in her own seat two rows up. Blaine nodded and tried to tell himself that he could make it through the class period. Mrs. Knight came in shortly after the late bell rang and slammed a thick stack of papers down onto her meticulously organized desk. They were last week's pop quizzes and by the look on her face, it didn't look like the class had done very well as a whole.
"I graded your quizzes from last week," she announced. "Some of you did very well, while others didn't do as well as I would have hoped." Blaine swore Mrs. Knight was looking straight at him. She passed out the papers and Kelsey waited anxiously for her result. 88%. That wasn't too bad, considering algebra wasn't her best subject.
"Blaine, what did you get?" she turned around and asked her friend. He looked up at her, sad and disappointed in himself.
"I got a 73," he confessed, embarrassed. Kelsey sighed, now she wouldn't be seeing him all weekend. Blaine's parents were very successful people; therefore they were on a mission to raise very successful children. Blaine's older brother Cooper was five years older than him, but already making it on his own in Los Angeles. But Blaine was all alone back at home, dealing with the consequences of his grades. If he got anything less than an 85 he would have his phone taken away, and he could only leave the house for school.
"I'm sure your parents won't be that hard on you," Lucy tried to encourage him. "They know algebra is your worst subject. I'm sure they weren't very good at it." Even though they had been whispering to each other, Mrs. Knight somehow heard them with her superhuman hearing.
"Mr. Anderson and Miss Crossings, do you have something you want to share with the class?" she called them out. They both shook their heads. "Fine, don't let me catch you talking again or you'll be spending your Saturday morning with me in detention." Kelsey and Blaine both sank down in their seats as everyone else snickered quietly to themselves. Blaine felt his cheeks get red, and Mrs. Knight went on with her boring lesson about graphing functions. Miraculously, Blaine and Kelsey survived the 45 minute class, even though Blaine was on the verge of falling asleep.
"Come on, class is over. Let's go to lunch," she said. Blaine nodded silently and slung his backpack over his shoulders. They walked out of the classroom and down the hall to the nineth grade hallway.
"Do you want to go to Mandy's after school before you're on house arrest for the weekend? My mom said they're trying a new cake recipe. We can be the guinea pigs if we want." Kelsey asked, trying to cheer Blaine up from the disappointment of his bad grade.
"Yeah, that would be fun," Blaine stammered absently. He looked down at the ground as he held his books to his chest, but a second later he was slammed up against a locker.
"Watch it, nerd!" the random jock yelled at him. Blaine wanted to cry, but he knew that would make him look weak in the bullies eyes. Kelsey bent down and picked up his books and handed them to him.
"I hate it here," Blaine pouted. "And I hate these damn lockers. Why do they have to be so pointy?" Blaine looked down at the jagged cut running down his upper arm. It wasn't bleeding much, but it still hurt. Kelsey sighed, they were both used to it, and she reached into her backpack to pull out a box of colorful band aids. Blaine smiled.
"I started bringing them after I cut my leg last week on the water fountain," she explained, pulling out two blue bandages. She stuck them onto Blaine's arm gently, and extended her hand to help him up.
"Let's just go get food. I'm sure Mr. Kline will let us eat in his classroom," she suggested.
Mr. Kline was Kelsey and Blaine's English teacher and also their favorite teacher. He was one of the only teachers who actually cared about his students. Luckily for Blaine and Kelsey, he liked them a lot, too.
They both had lunch second block and English third block, so on most days they were saved from the zoo that is the cafeteria by eating in Mr. Kline's classroom. They got in line and bought their lunches and made their way towards the door, but were stopped by their favorite meat-headed jocks, Scott and his varsity crew.
"Hey nerds. Where are you going?" Scott taunted, getting in their faces.
"Just let us through Scott," Kelsey growled, rolling her eyes at the annoyance.
"Shut the hell up!" Scott yelled back. "What about you Blainey? Are you still going to let your girlfriend fight your battles?" Scott asked with a stupid grin across his face. Blaine looked down, blushing from embarrassment, and murmured something quietly. "What was that?" Scott shouted.
"She's not my girlfriend," Blaine stated angrily.
"Whatever, losers," Scott said and walked away. Joey and Matt, Scott's brainless friends, followed him, but made sure to knock Blaine and Kelsey's lunch trays out of their hands before they left.
"Let's go buy our second lunches." Kelsey said in defeat. Blaine nodded and followed her back into the lunch line. Once they got their lunches they moved quickly out of the cafeteria and into Mr. Kline's classroom.
"Hey guys, how's the zoo today?" he asked after looking up from his book.
"The lions are looking for meat again," Blaine stated in frustration, after sitting down at a desk in front of Mr. Kline.
"Did they take your grass again?" the teacher asked.
"Yeah, but we found a new patch," Kelsey smirked. They all started laughing. "Mr. Kline I love your zoo references." Kelsey looked over at Blaine. "Don't let what Scott said get you down. You know he's an asshole."
"Kelsey…" Mr. Kline reprimanded. He normally wouldn't correct her, after seeing how Scott acted towards them, but he couldn't let students curse in his classroom.
"Fine, he's a jerk," Kelsey corrected herself.
"That's better. Now what did Scott say?" Mr. Kline asked.
Blaine looked down at the floor, embarrassed again. He didn't want to say it. "He accused Kelsey of being my girlfriend…again."
Mr. Kline frowned. "Blaine, we've talked about this. There's nothing wrong with you."
"Oh really?" Blaine started, getting upset. He was so frustrated. "This school doesn't even know that I'm gay. I have so many scars from being pushed around and physically tormented here that I'm losing count!" Blaine cried out in anger.
Kelsey looked down, feeling sorry for her only friend. She had known that Blaine was gay since sixth grade and had never thought any less of him. Mr. Kline had only found out a few weeks ago on a particularly bad bullying day. They both had also found out that Mr. Kline was gay too, which came as a surprise. He broke all the stereotypes associated with homosexuality.
"Blaine, I know this is hard," Mr. Klaine told his student. He reached over and tilted Blaine's chin up so that they were making eye contact. "My partner and I went through this, but it gets better. I know you've probably heard it a million times, but it does. You have to believe in that. You have to believe in you."
Blaine nodded silently, and pressed his lips together. "Whatever. We have to go throw our trash away.," he said, standing up quickly. He pulled Kelsey by the hand and threw his tray away, even though he'd hardly eaten anything. Blaine didn't have much of an appetite anymore.
The rest of the day went by quickly, thank goodness, and soon Blaine and Kelsey were free for the weekend. They walked three blocks down from the school to Mandy's diner in downtown Westerville.
"Hey Mom!" Kelsey called as the bell on the door jingled when they walked in. Miss Crossings appeared from the kitchen and smiled at the kids.
"Hey guys," Lucy crossings responded sweetly.
"Is that new cake done?" Kelsey asked, hopping up one of the bar stools. Blaine took a seat beside her and folded his arms across his chest so Kelsey's mom couldn't see his cut from the locker.
"Yes you little piglet it is," Lucy Crossings joked. She went into the kitchen and returned out with two plates of some sort of elegant chocolate cake with thick frosting layered on top.
"Thank you," Blaine replied. Kelsey didn't say anything, she just dove right in. Kelsey's mom disappeared back into the kitchen to finish cooking for the dinner rush.
"Blaine, I think you should just tell your parents," Kelsey blurted out, her face smeared with cake frosting. "If they knew about you, then they could stand up for you and do something to stop the bullying. Maybe they could do something about it, like talk to Principal Savitski or something."
"You know my parents aren't like that." Blaine mumbled, playing with his food. The cake was delicious, but too rich for him. He couldn't handle more than a few bites.
"Just give them the benefit of the doubt," Kelsey pleaded. "You never know. Maybe they'll surprise you."
Blaine highly doubted that. His parents were the most homophobic people in Westerville. If he came out of the closet to them, it wouldn't end well.
"Can we talk about something else? Please?" Blaine asked her. He was desperate to change the subject. Besides, it was the weekend and he didn't want to think about school or the bullies or algebra for two whole days.
"Fine" Kelsey agreed. "Are we going to the football game tonight?" Blaine had never been to a high school football game before, but he had no intention of showing up to support the jocks that had tormented him just hours before. Before Blaine could explain that to Kelsey, her mom returned from the kitchen to collect their dishes.
"Are you two done with your cake?" Lucy asked.
"Yup" Kelsey responded, sliding her plate across to her mom. Blaine handed his over as well, having no intention to finish the dessert.
"Blaine, did you not like it?" she asked.
"No, it was good," he assured her. "I'm not hungry, that's all." He put his arms on the bar and set his head down.
"Oh Kelsey, will you and Blaine go and pick up your brothers from daycare? Mandy needs me to work late, and the daycare is closing early. Please?" Lucy pleaded. Being a single mom was the hardest job in the world, and Lucy hated having to rely on Kelsey to raise the boys, but there was no other option. They were barely making ends meet as it was.
"Fine" Kelsey responded. She was used to it. She and Blaine hopped off the stools, waved goodbye to Lucy, and headed towards ABC Daycare half a mile away.
Kelsey had three younger brothers. Aiden and Andrew were four, and identical twins. Jaime was two and the youngest of the Crossings family. All three boys adored Blaine and loved him like an older brother, or even a father figure.
With Cooper being gone in Los Angeles doing his own thing, Blaine missed the feeling of having a brother, so he treated Kelsey's younger brothers like they were his own. Kelsey's dad had left them two years ago, and Blaine knew it had been hard for them. He tried to help them out in any way that he could. When they got to the daycare Andrew, Aiden and Jaime were waiting in their coats and backpacks at the door.
"Blaine!" they all cried in delight.
"Wow thanks guys," Kelsey remarked sarcastically.
"Face it, they love me more than you," Blaine laughed.
"Shut up," she said, rolling her eyes sarcastically as she signed the pick-up papers. The three boys came through the door and latched onto Blaine's legs.
"Hey guys!" he said with a big smile on his face, the first all day. He reached down and picked Jaime up and settled him on his hip.
"Ready to go?" he asked. Aiden and Andrew held onto Kelsey's hands and told her about their day at preschool. When they got to Kelsey's apartment on the other side of town, Blaine set Jaime down and all three boys ran into the tiny living room, which was just a fraction of the size of Blaine's.
"Just please think about what I said Blaine. I know how unhappy you are. I can see it. You never know, maybe your parents will be cool with it," Kelsey suggested, but Blaine already had his mind made up.
"Maybe, okay?" he relented, just to shut her up. "No promises. I have to go. See you later."
Walking home gave Blaine a lot of time to think. Maybe I should just come out. Just do it. It has to happen eventually, Blaine thought to himself.
The bullying couldn't be any worse than it already was. By the time Blaine got to his house he had debated with himself to the point of no return, and decided it was time to tell his parents.
He should have done it ages ago anyway, he knew since he was like 9 years old. He was pushing 15 and was a freshman in high school. Maybe coming out earlier would have saved him the awkward blind date with his father's client's daughter that he was forced into. Maybe Kelsey is right. They might be supportive. Blaine wouldn't know unless he tried.
He walked up to his front doorstep and paused, taking in a deep breath of the cool Ohio air. This was really it. He had made up his mind. He, Blaine Anderson was finally ready to come out of the closet to his homophobic parents.
Now he just had to figure out how to phrase it. Should he just blurt it out or really explain how he feels? Oh, it doesn't matter. The only thing that mattered was his parents' reactions. Blaine could only hope they would accept the fact that their youngest son was gay.