Hey guys! I've recently watched this Polish film called Suicide Room. You can find it on Netflix. It was really good and it makes you think so I decided to make this kinda-sorta crossover. I hope I did it justice. And if you've seen the film, tell me what you think I did right or what I can improve on. And if you decide to watch it, tell me what you thought of the film, I'd like to hear your thoughts. I do not own Suicide Room or Glee, I just love them both dearly. Ok, here we go.
There was so much blood. All he could see was red. Blaine didn't ask for this. He tried to avoid them, he really did. He had only wanted to be a normal teenager at prom. He never could catch a break. A particular hard blow to the head had him falling to the ground and everything went black.
Beep….Beep….Beep… Blaine barely registered the faint sound. He didn't open his eyes. His head hurt far too much for that. Where was he? He remembered asking Jackson, the only other openly gay kid in their school, to prom. They had been having fun and when they were waiting to be picked up…
BeepBeepBeepBeep! His eyes flew open just as a couple nurses came running in to check on him. He was in the hospital.
"You're awake," the blonde nurse said as she checked his charts. The redhead was checking his vitals to make sure nothing was failing. Blaine nodded once.
"How are you feeling? You've been out for a few hours." Blaine blinked and stared at her dumbly. She just smiled faintly.
"Welcome back to the Land of the Living. Do you remember anything?" He remained silent, slinking farther down the bed. She seemed to understand.
"I'll let you rest, then." She smiled once more and they left him alone. He didn't have much time with his thoughts until the door burst open and his parents rushed in.
"Oh thank God!" His mother was at his side in a flash, clutching his hand and brushing hair out of his face. His father was at his other side, his hand on Blaine's shoulder.
"Good to have you back, son." He turned back to his mother when she squeezed his hand. She had tears in her eyes.
"What...what happened? We got a call from the police saying you had gotten into a fight. By the time they got there the other boys were gone and you were found unconscious on the ground." She started choking up. "The other boy was already dead next to you…" Blaine's eyes widened. Jackson was dead? They actually killed him? And they got away? He had been his only friend. A few stray tears fell from his eyes.
"It could have been you!" his mother continued. He was too distracted by this news to dwell on the fact that his parents took time out of their oh-so-busy schedules to show concern.
"So what happened? What started this?" his father finished for her. Blaine opened his mouth. He wasn't really sure if he could speak.
"I…" He took a deep breath. "I took J-Jackson to prom-"
"Why would you do that?" his mother piped up."
"Well, mom, he is-was the only other gay boy in that school." Her eyes widened.
"What do you mean, "other"? What are you saying, Blaine?"
"I'm gay, mom." She froze. She stood up and straightened her back.
"No...you are not."
"Yes. I like boys. I want to kiss boys, not girls." His mother looked frazzled.
"I-I can't listen to you when you're delusional like this." And she left. He looked to his father, who was staring at the door, his jaw set.
"Dad?"
"We're not discussing this. Best to keep that to yourself." And he went after his wife.
Blaine was alone yet again. But he was used to that.
His parents had to get back to work. They were high-end business people, after all. His mother worked as a fashion designer and his father was an architect. They were only home late at night or really early in the morning. He never saw them. He only ever saw their driver, Philip, and their maid, Adda. And because Philip was a grouchy old man that resented their family and Adda barely spoke English, it was as if Blaine really was alone.
He had stayed in the hospital overnight for further analysis. In the morning his parents weren't the ones to discharge him. It was Philip.
"Are you ready to go?" he asked in a monotone voice. He didn't care. Only wanted to get him home so he wouldn't have to be near him.
"I guess," Blaine replied with a shrug. Needless to say, it was a silent ride home.
Blaine's life wasn't all that bad. It really wasn't. His parents gave him everything (except time with them) and he loved singing in his school's glee club. He hadn't made any friends but they were all fairly nice to him. So in his time of need, Blaine looked to his glee club to help distract him... It didn't help. The song they were working on was Godspeed by Red Jumpsuit Apparatus. That's exactly what he needed to think about right now: death. Damn. But he put on a brave enough face and sang backup with the rest of the boys. When practice was over he stayed behind, not wanting to go home just yet. A cold, empty home would not be ideal for his mood right now.
"What are you thinking about so hard?" Blaine jumped. When he looked up he met the eyes of Sebastian Smythe. He was the lead soloist and charming as ever. He was a senior and had perfect hair, perfect cheekbones, perfect eyes… Blaine would be lying if he said he didn't have at least a little crush on him. Even if he was only a junior and didn't stand a chance.
"Uh, I, wh-"
"Calm down, Killer. Just teasin'," he chuckled. "But seriously, you didn't look like your
normal cute self during rehearsal. What's taken that gorgeous smile off your face?" Blaine was stunned.
"Um, I…" Should he tell him? Did he know about what had happened? He had to, everyone did. Yeah, he should just confide in him. He obviously seemed interested.
"I'm just having a hard time at home." Dammit. Sebastian's eyebrows shot up.
"Oh, well do you want to get away from it for awhile?"
"I don't understand." Sebastian rolled his eyes a little and laughed.
"All of us are having a party at my place tonight. You in?" Blaine didn't know what to say. He just nodded. Sebastian smiled mischievously.
"Good." He took out a pen and wrote something on Blaine's hand. "This is my address. So you there at 10, Killer." Then he winked and he was gone. All Blaine could do was stare at his hand in shock.
He didn't remember much after showing up. It was all fuzzy. Right now he was sitting on a couch with some guys from glee club and some girls he's never met. They were all pretty drunk, himself included. This was the most fun he's had in a long time. It had helped him forget all of the bad stuff in his life right now.
"Okay! Monica, I d-dare you to kiss Ronnie!" Someone had shouted. The two girls looked at each other. The one called Monica said, "Okay, okay! We will!" Everyone whooped. "BUT! Only if you," she pointed at Sebastian, "kiss...him!" She pointed at Blaine, whose eyes widened. He looked to Sebastian, who looked down at him and smirked. Sebastian looked up.
"Alright." Everyone cheered and turned toward the girls. They kneeled in front of each other and slowly, dramatically leaned in. All the while, Blaine was having a slight panic attack. He may be drunk but he still had some sense of reality. He barely registered the girls making out or the people around him laughing and videotaping. Then they pulled away, smiling.
"Okay, your turrrrns, guys!" Blaine froze. Sebastian lightly touched his shoulder and turned him toward his body. Blaine couldn't breathe.
"You ready?" Sebastian asked. No. I'll never be. He could feel Sebastian's breath on his face, he was so close. Before he could answer, his lips were covered. At this point, he didn't care anymore. He grabbed at Sebastian's neck, carding his fingertips in the hair on the back of his head. He pulled his body close to him and parted his lips. This was his very first kiss and he was letting his instinct and Sebastian's experience take over. Without warning, Sebastian had his tongue in his mouth. Blaine's eyes shot open and he leaned in, pressing against his body, hard. But it was over far too soon for his liking. He stared into Sebastian's eyes with wonder. In return, Sebastian raised his eyebrows and looked mildly surprised.
Everyone around them was going crazy but Blaine barely registered any of it. He think he might pass out. Sure, when most people have there first kiss it's either awkward or they think they're in love. Well, it was bound to be awkward. This is Blaine we're talking about here. But he also felt like he just might be in love with the boy that was now getting up and walking over to a girl in the corner. He said something most likely charming and she was giggling. Was he flirting with her? ...What? He looked around. Everyone had moved on and were engrossed in something else. Well that didn't last long.
He got up slowly, hoping Sebastian would see and come running over. He walked to the door and the last thing he saw before he slammed the door behind him was Sebastian and Nameless Girl making out in the corner.
Okay, maybe his life was getting a little more complicated. He didn't want to face anyone at school that Monday but he couldn't avoid them forever. He had Warblers practice and would see them all there. When he walked in no one gave him anything more than a passing glance or a curt nod. They must not remember anything, as drunk as they all were. That calmed him down some. That is, until Sebastian walked in and winked at him as soon as he picked him out of the crowd. What the hell?
"Okay, everyone. We're gonna be practicing our dancing today. We can all agree that our dance skills have been lacking and even though our voices alone have kept us ahead of the game, we need to step it up. So, everyone partner up." Blaine's eyes widened and he scanned the room. Trent was still by himself. He bolted over to him. But someone blocked his path with their arm.
"Not so fast, Sweetcheeks. You're with me." He looked up to see Sebastian's smoldering eyes boring into him.
"A-alright." He was led to the front of the room to be the demonstration.
"Now, we all know that sex sells." A few guys cheered. "I'm so glad you guys are excited for this. Cuz we're gonna give that to them." Everyone went silent, some even took a few steps away from their partners. Sebastian smirked. "Don't be like that, gentlemen. This doesn't mean anything. It's just for the ladies...and a few choice men." Blaine could have sworn he saw him glance back at him. "Okay, Blainey here and I will demonstrate the first couple moves, then it's your turn." Everyone looked unsure, specifically Blaine. Sebastian turned to Blaine grabbed his waist with one hand and took his hand in the other. He told Blaine to follow his lead and needless to say, he felt like this should be something two people do without a room full of people watching. His mind went blank and his face heated up as Sebastian got up close and personal with his body and… there was gyrating… and grinding… and anything else you could think of doing with your hips. Blaine kind of just let him lead him through it. He had no idea what to do and everyone in the room had their eyes glued on them. Some looked shocked, some looked extremely uncomfortable, and some looked slightly interested. All of a sudden, Sebastian stopped. Blaine hoped everyone thought it was just because they were done with the demonstration, even though he really knew why. He looked up at Sebastian only to see him looking down, between them. His eyes went wide and his jaw dropped in amusement.
"Ha! I knew it was true! There were rumors but I had to be sure." Before anyone could crane their necks to know what he was talking about, Blaine sprinted out the door, backpack held in front of him.
Ok, let me know what you think! I will be introducing Kurt soon, this was just kind of a background or buildup of what's to come. Please review and I'll love you forever!