Strange Journey Chapter One
BlainersAndCupcakes
Hi! So, my story would not load. It would say that there was a new chapter or a certain amount of reviews, but when you clicked on the story you'd get the first chapter and that was it. So, I'm reloading the story completely! I'm sorry if you favorited the other or followed it, but it just wasn't working.
Also, I thought I'd delete the first excerpt thing, because it would only confuse people, I think. So, here's the legitimate first chapter!
Thank you chelleg29 for letting me know!
Warning: Language, homophobic slurs, violence, flashbacks, vague description of rape, suicide attempts.
I own an iphone and at the moment a box of eggos.
The 'zzz' are time breaks between events.
**Major back-story. Consider it the prologue. The chapter prior to this was an excerpt from a later chapter.
"Hey fag!" "What's up fairy!"? "Looking fabulous…ly gay today, Anderson!" the Neanderthals catcalled as Blaine walked down the hall.
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"Anderson!" Yelled a particular jock, flanked by three others, coming up and pushing him onto the floor and kicking him where he lay.
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"You're going to hell. This behavior is absolutely repulsive."
"But grandma-"
"No Blaine. This is disgusting. Get out of my house."
"I don't have anywhere else to go!"
"I don't care! You brought this upon yourself. Now get out!"
"But-"
"Don't make me call the police."
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"What the fuck is your problem, cocksucker? You think you're all that don't you. Well, you're not. All you are is a trust fund orphan who has no one to call family, let alone any friends. You're a worthless person, a piece of shit. Nothing. You. Are. Nothing. "
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"Why don't you leave this school and go hang out a the gay bar, Anderson? Oh wait. You'd get rejected there too, wouldn't you, you twink."
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"Hi. I'm Jeremiah."
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"Are you a virgin, Blaine?"
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"Oh my god, please Jeremiah!"
"Listen to you, you sound like such a slut begging for my cock."
"Please, stop!"
"You don't really want me to stop, do you, baby?"
"Please, please, Jeremiah, stop. Please. No!" Blaine sobbed as Jeremiah took him.
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"I'll fucking kill you, you faggot."
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Blaine was now living at a foster home that was supposed to help the mentally ill that his grandmother called for him the night she kicked him out. It was there in his shabby little dorm room that he came to the realization. All of the kicks to the head, the ribs, his legs, punches to his face and his gut, pushing him down, shoving him aside, the slurs, the disappointment, the disgust were all breaking him apart. He couldn't do it anymore. He didn't want to do it anymore. So he got out his razor, rolled up his sleeve, and went to town.
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"Blaine!"
"Oh my god!"
"What the fuck is going on here?!"
"Ew!"
"Serves him right."
"There's so much blood. Oh my god, I'm going to be sick."
"What are you all doing?! Someone call a goddamn ambulance!"
"Why? He doesn't deserve it."
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"Blaine? Can you hear me? You're in the Lima Hospital. I'm Carole; I'll be your nurse. Can you squeeze my hand for me, sweetie?"
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After Blaine's dispatch from the ICU, he was sent to the mental health department of the hospital. He was categorized as unstable and had to have a nurse with him at all times. Sometimes it was Carole, other times it was a man named Tony. Blaine hadn't spoken since the incident.
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After a year and a half of rehabilitation, Blaine was allowed back to school. He returned to Tuckerton High, it was a few months into his freshman year. His first day was fine-no one bothered him. Let alone recognized him; Blaine had cut his hair, lost an unhealthy amount of weight and he still hadn't spoken a single word.
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His second day, people recognized him.
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His third day, the jocks discovered him.
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His fourth day, he was back in the hospital after trying to overdose.
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Another year goes by, Blaine has to repeat his freshman year, this time at a different school. He met these boys who called themselves 'the Warblers' a gang of tough boys, Blaine would've been scared of them if one of them hadn't picked him up on the first day while another went after the jock who had tripped him.
"The names, Nick. That's my boyfriend Jeff chasing after fuckface McGee. Those two are Wes and David, and sunshine over there is Trent."
"Welcome to the Warblers, buttercup."
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Halfway through the year, Blaine had slowly regained his confidence along with his physique. The Warblers had been taking Blaine along to the gym after school and giving him self-defense lessons and training him in tai-kwon do.
"It'll come in handy someday, short stuff."
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It was nearing spring break when Wes had brought it up.
"I think Blainey boo over there is ready, don't you?"
"Ready for what?"
"Fight Club."
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The first day back from Spring Break, Blaine had his first fight. He was nervous but knew that he'd be able to do it. He knocked his opponent out in the first round.
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Ever since Blaine had started hanging out with the Warblers the jocks had laid off a bit on him, but once news spread that Blaine had beat the toughest guy at the school, no one dared speak out about him.
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It was the last day of school when it happened. A new jock that hadn't heard about the fearsome Blaine Anderson, had taken a wrong turn and ran straight into Blaine.
"Watch it homo."
"Watch what? Your intelligence run down the hall?"
"What the hell does that even mean?"
"It means, you should be careful what you say to me."
"Oh? And why's that? Little fairy gonna sprinkle his scary fairy dust all over me?"
"Watch it."
"Oooh, I'm so scared! Are you going to cast a magical spell on me?"
"Last chance, asshole."
"Hah, you're pathetic." The jock started to walk past Blaine, but before he got fair, Blaine grabbed his arm and pinned him up against the lockers,
"Say it to my face."
"You're. Pathetic. You're worthless. You're nothing." The last word was barely out of the jocks mouth before Blaine punched him straight in the face. The sickening crunch echoing throughout the empty hallway. Blaine let go of the jock's jacket, and brushed off his shoulders before turning and walking down the hallway, letting the jock slump into an unhealthy position on the floor.
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That night the orphanage received a phone call, asking Blaine Anderson to report to the police station as soon as possible.
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The punch issued by Blaine, had broken the jocks nose and part of his cheekbone. The bone fractures had impacted his brain; leading to immediate death. Blaine had killed the jock.
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About six months into his ten-month sentence, the Warblers showed up.
"Fight Club was found out. We're in for four months under…uh…I don't remember. But yup, how's it going? Got any prison bitches?"
"Nope. But we're getting out at the same time. If I can keep up my pristine conduct."
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Two weeks after they were all released, Blaine and the Warblers were all kicked out of their respective households and sent to a Reform School. Two months in, a man by the name of Anthony Dalton inquired about them.
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A month later the boys were all taken out of Reform school and informed that they'd been "adopted" by the Dalton family.
"Hey boys. My wife can't have kids, so we were looking into adopting. Why in the hell would we adopt six teenage boys from a reform school? Good question. I don't have the answer. Lyssa was interested in curly-q over here, and the boss man said that you wouldn't leave without your songbirds. So, here we are. You all will be attending McKinley High. David, Wes, Nick, and Jeff will all be in the junior class, while Blaine and Trent will be starting their sophomore year. Ya'll start in two weeks. Let's go meet the woman."
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"Anderson, Blaine."
"Waddup?"
"You're up here next to Hummel, Kurt. Get your feet off my desk."
"Sure thing, sugar." The teacher rolled his eyes, before sighing and moving on to the next pair of desks.
"Well, aren't I lucky? I get to sit next to a sexy little minx. My names, Blaine. What's yours sweetheart?" Blaine murmed, racking his eyes shamelessly up and down the boy's cheerleading uniform clad body, also taking in his perfectly coiffed chestnut hair, and ice blue eyes.
"Stop while you're ahead, Blaine." The light brunette said idly, getting out his textbook and continuing to do the assignment on the board.
"Come on sweetheart, don't play hard to get. There were enough of those types in juvie."
"Lovely. I get to spend the rest of the year next to a delinquent." Kurt said, rolling his eyes.
"Yeah, it will be lovely. Just wait and see, sexy. You won't be able to hold me off for long."
"Except, yes. I will. Because I have a girlfriend." Blaine's eyes widened at that statement, there's no way his gaydar was wrong. That's never happened, and this boy screamed homosexual! He tried to mask his surprise,
"Well, she can join in too. Two's great, but three's better. I myself prefer four, but hey, maybe we can find another tagalong." He winked, slinging his arm around Kurt's chair.
"I wouldn't get your hopes up, hobbit."
"My height is the only short thing about me, princess. And you're welcome to prove that." The bad boy replied, saucily.
"Thanks for the offer, but I'll pass." The bell rang soon after, and Kurt got up and walked two rows over to where a blonde cheerleader sat next to a curly redhead who wouldn't stop shoving a small microphone in her space and recording everything she said, or well, didn't say. Blaine watched the blonde cheerleader loop her arm through the brunettes and gave him a peck on the lips before sauntering out of the class. Blaine swiped his thumb over his lip, shamelessly staring at the brunette's ass.
A/N: Okay! So here's the back-story. The layout is weird I know, but I wasn't going to go into detail about everything. I tried to outline the points in Blaine's life that were the most significant and stuff. Ummmm, I'm not sure what the Warblers would've been charged with for starting a fight club? I googled it and it is illegal, but I didn't get a prosecution or a time amount. And for Blaine's unintentional manslaughter, it said for juveniles it ranges between 10-12 months. And I needed to fit everything into time, so we went with the lesser. If anything is false or doesn't make sense, or is completely stupid; I apologize.