A/N: It has been 15 years since I have written any fanfictions so I'm a little rusty. This fic will have 16 chapters, where Sebastian will be introduced by Chapter 3, and the sex will happen from Chapter 8 onwards. This story will have a great deal of angst, drama, action, and character development. Believe me, it'll be worth the wait. I hope you enjoy this.


Chapter 1

"All my life I have searched for clues,
This is what they taught me,
Every mystery I pursued,
Was a secret I already knew.

Every stone that I left unturned,
Soon came back to haunt me.
Every fall, every finger burned,
Was a step on the road to truth."

- Freedom (Robert Miles)

The light switched on with an audible beep. Blaine backed away from the door slowly to admire his handy work. His new camcorder was definitely functioning.

"Hi, I am Blaine Anderson. I'm sixteen, I like to sing and dance. I'm gay. And um … this will be a documentary of my life." He looked himself in the full length mirror that was hanging behind the door. It was a little crooked, nothing like the one he had in his old house.

Blaine really missed his old house. It was a good-size house in a good neighborhood, with plenty of space, a front yard and a backyard. Blaine had always lived there, it was a representation of the happier times.

Before everything went wrong.

It had been a difficult year for everyone, and sometimes Blaine wondered just how much longer he could maintain the last shred of his sanity before everything went to Hell. Hopefully this camcorder would help, now that he had a new pet project on hand.

The sudden banging on his door made Blaine flinch.

"Open up! What are you doing in there?" The voice on the other side of the door was angry, with a slight edge to it. The door rattled on its hinges as the owner of the voice tried to force his way in.

"I'm not opening the door, Dad!" Blaine swallowed hard. His father almost never lost his temper. Blaine knew that there was only one reason for his father's angry behavior this early in the morning. "It's six-thirty in the morning and you are already drunk."

He would have to climb out of the window today.

"How dare you talk to me like that?" The voice on the other side raised in volume. Blaine really hoped that the door would hold. "Open the fucking door now!"

"No, Dad. I will not open the door until you're sober." Blaine bit his lip nervously as he glanced out the window. The house they were currently staying at was only one story high, so at least there was no danger of him falling if he missed a step when he climbed out the window.

"Blaine! I'm warning you!" The door rattled again.

"I'll see you after school, dad!" Blaine grabbed his backpack and camcorder and quickly slipped out of the window.

He hoped that his father would sober up soon. After all, his mother needed someone who wasn't intoxicated to take care of her at this stage of her illness.

Landing softly on the grass, Blaine took a quick look around him to make sure that his father didn't decide to come out of the house. When the cost was clear, he quickly ran toward the SUV that was waiting by the curb.

Blaine could see Kurt sitting inside the vehicle, his fingers tapping on the steering wheels as he hummed along to the song playing on the radio. Kurt glanced at his watch before looking at the front door again. Blaine waved at him from a few yards behind the car when Kurt looked up at the rearview mirror. Blaine broke into a run and opened the passenger side door before sliding into the seat.

"Sorry I'm late!" Blaine threw his backpack onto the floor and buckled up the seatbelt.

"Whatever happened to the front door?" Kurt cocked his head in puzzlement.

"Dad." Blaine replied stiffly.

"Oh."

Kurt knew about Blaine's situation. The truth was, it would have been difficult to hide his problems from Kurt, given the fact that they used to attend Dalton together. Things had not been well for the Andersons ever since the recession, that and coupled with Mrs. Anderson's medical bills, it was only a matter of time before they had to sell off the house in Westerville and moved out to a less desirable neighborhood. And with that, it meant that Blaine was back in public school.

"Let's get you to McKinley- I mean school." Kurt caught himself awkwardly before he continued. Things had been odd between him and Kurt ever since he transferred. It was almost as though Kurt did not know how to act around Blaine. Kurt cleared his throat uncomfortably. "What's that in your hands?"

"Well …" Blaine switched the camera with a beep. "It's my new camcorder. Say hello to it."

"Are you recording me?" Kurt looked a bit self-conscious, but Blaine knew Kurt did not have a problem with being on the camera, so he gathered that it might be the close proximity of the camera in such a cramped and badly-lit setting.

"I'm going to record everything in my life from now on." Blaine adjusted the focus. "It'd be like a blog or photo journalism of some sort. Come on, say something."

"Uh … Do you really have to record this? It's a bit weird you know."

"Come on, Kurt!" Kurt stole a glance at Blaine and Blaine knew he had won when he heard the other boy chuckling. Staring at Kurt with those pleading eyes always seemed to work wonder on him. Kurt's laugh seemed to have an infectious effect on Blaine, as he could feel a smile spreading over his face. It had been a long time since they had laughed together, and it felt good to be able to do that again. "I guess if you don't want to say something, you can sing something instead."

"Hm." Kurt looked contemplative for a moment. "Fine, but only if you'd sing along."

"Deal!"

Kurt shifted gear, and they sang for the rest of the drive. It was almost just like the old times.

Almost.


One of the many good things about coming to McKinley High early in the morning was that it gave Blaine an opportunity to avoid the bullies. Most of the jocks were not around during this time of the day, as they were either busy training for their next game or they were still sleeping at home. It was during times like this that Blaine was grateful for the small mercy.

"So is it safe to assume that William McKinley High may actually win some medals for their Academic Decathlon this year now that they have Blaine Anderson on the team?" Kurt pulled up to one of the students parking slot but did not turn off the engine.

"You know it's not completely dependent on one person." Blaine could feel a blush creeping up his neck. "We have to get all the A students, B students, and C students into gear, then maybe we'll have a chance. Speaking of winning, I think New Directions has a really good chance at the Regionals this year."

"Oh don't be so sure." Kurt grinned. "The Warblers got some really strong additions this year. Oh! I— I didn't mean to—ugh, sorry."

Blaine could tell that Kurt was trying to navigate around anything that would remind Blaine of what he had missed from his old life. Kurt's sensitivity toward Blaine's plight made Blaine feel bad for the sudden awkwardness.

"Hey, don't worry about it. I miss Dalton, but it is what it is." Blaine let out a small smile. "Please say hi to the Warblers for me. Some healthy competition is never a bad thing."

"Sure." Kurt looked relieved. "So you okay with Finn giving you a ride back? I mean, you'll probably get home sooner if you don't wait for me … I mean, you can hang out at my place for dinner."

"I'll be there." Blaine had never been so thankful for having Kurt in his life than that moment. "Drive safe. Text me when you get there?"

"Yes, mom."

"I will have you know that this is still recording." Blaine pointed at his camcorder. "Good blackmail material when you become famous in the future so you better be nice to me."

"Okay, okay." Kurt raised his hands to motion his surrender. "So, have a good day?"

"You too, Kurt." Blaine gave Kurt a wave and started walking toward the school before he turning around again. "And thanks for the ride again."

"Any time, Blaine." Kurt waved back.

Blaine waited until Kurt had pulled out of the parking lot before he pushed open the door to the hallway of William McKinley High. This was going to be another challenging day at public school, where bullying by jocks was still a regular appearance. Blaine just hoped that he would not be a target today and that if it did happen, at least some of his friends from New Directions would be around to back him up.

(TBC)


Addendum: This fic is inspired by and extremely loosely based on "Chronicle". You do not need to know anything about "Chronicle" to read this fic. Lastly, I have a Tumblr where I post SeBlaine arts and drabbles that aren't posted here. I'd be honored if you can follow me at "rykerstrom . tumblr . com".