It had been a sweet illusion thinking that his parents had accepted him when he came out – just because neither of them said a word against it. The thing is, they hadn't said a word supporting it either. They just resorted to an uncomfortable silence that made Blaine leave the room as soon as possible.
But things had been getting worse at school. Suddenly, the bullying wasn't an issue he had to deal only when he was at the school – it had spread everywhere. They were exposing him all over the internet, in Twitter, blogs and even the stupid Facebook had groups suggesting he had an unhealthy obsession for goats, for little boys, or for any other disgusting things they would come up with. Every now and then his cell phone would light up with even more horrid messages and pictures. At some point, he found no way around but keeping it turned off. He got grounded by his parents because of this, more than once, but couldn't bring himself to care, it was way easier deal with being grounded than dealing with the helplessness he felt every time he got those calls.
And one day, he was in his room after school, opening his bag to take out the books when he froze. He couldn't tell how or when, he was sure he had taken his eyes off his bag for five minutes tops, maybe at the cafeteria or something, it wasn't making sense, how could they have touched it and put that awful stuff in his bag, and how he hadn't realized until now-
When he found the notes… horrified, he shuffled through them. Most were simple, just stating he was a fag, but some went further saying he should die, he should get AIDS and, above all, the pieces saying that he should leave the school. And, among his books, there were two or three pieces of paper that weren't simple notes.
He was being threatened through full-length letters.
They would hurt him. They would beat the gay out of him. And if he insisted… if he still wanted to take up in the ass… they would make his life miserable. And there would be nothing he could do about it... Even if he cried for help, nobody would listen a damn freaking faggot.
Tears that had been threatening to fall for too long now couldn't be contained and painful sobs escaped through his lips as he collapsed on the floor.
He was falling apart. It was too much… too much for him to deal on his own.
Next thing he knew, they were in the Principal's office – because he had given in and gone to his parents expecting they would fix the whole mess up.
Foolishly expecting, alas. For it had taken only two minutes in that meeting for him to realize that nobody in that office would take one small step off their comfort zones to change things around and help him.
Blaine didn't even know he was losing it. Or care. In a desperate attempt to be listened, to make them understand what he was going through, he got confrontational and started shouting in anger. He needed a way out, needed it now – that somebody would just step up and help, or make it stop, or just show that they cared…
Nobody spoke. All of them just stood there, looking at him as if he had grown a second head.
But before he could start lashing out again, the Principal stood up.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Anderson, this prank happened out of the jurisdiction of this school-"
"OUT OF THE JURISDICTION? WHAT THE FUCK-" but he had to stop as his father grabbed his arm, censoring.
The heavy silence was back.
His father was still gripping his arm.
Then, with the most patronizing tone her voice could master, his mother started to speak. The words were hushed and he barely had time to register them as she dragged him out of the office.
They would put him into another school or whatever, as long as he was done with making a scene, it was embarrassing.
He was embarrassing.
A/N: I don't have a beta reader. Feel free to point out any mistakes. Thanks.