This is a completely AU story, with the real actors from Glee, not the characters. There are no romantic pairings.

I do not own Glee, or the song, Break Me. They belong to Ryan Murphy and Fox, and Allison Gray.

(Italics is flashback)

Chapter Name: Oh You Had Me From The Start

Chris' POV

We had just finished filming and since we had the next day off, the whole cast was going to Dianna's apartment for a party. I was walking to my car, thinking about today's date. May 31st.

May 31, 2005

I was barely fifteen years old. I had known I was gay since I was just thirteen, but I hadn't told anyone, except for my "girlfriend" at the time, who then proceeded to tell the whole school.

My mother and father were sitting in the living room, watching reruns of some old show, and my sister was in the hospital again. I decided that I would tell them right then.

"Mom, Dad?"

"Yes, Christopher?" My mother answered, in a voice I used to find so comforting.

"Can I talk to you two for a moment?"

"Sure, what is it?" My father asked, turning off the T.V, walking towards me.

Once they were both facing me, I decided to tell them. 'Okay,' I thought, 'You can do this'. "Mom, Dad, I- I'm gay."

"What? Christopher, come on, now what was it you had to tell us?" My father asked, acting as if this was just a joke.

"That was it, dad. I'm g-gay."

"Enough of that nonsense, now come on, go do your homework and be ready for dinner in twenty minutes," My mother said.

"It's not nonsense," I snapped back, feeling the anger building up, "It's who I am. I am gay and I am proud of who I am, and if you don't like that, well than you can go fuck yourselves." I knew that I shouldn't have said that as soon as it left my mouth.

My father slapped me across the face, and I fell backwards from the force. "If you are going to disrespect us, yourself, your family, and god, than you can go do it somewhere else. You have ten minutes to get all of that faggot shit out of your room and the rest I'm burning. And don't even dare show yourself around this house again."

"B-but dad, please."

"Enough!" He yelled furiously, slapping me again. "No go! Ten minutes!"

I look to my mother, hoping she would step in to help me. She never did a damn thing. I bolted to my room, shoving anything I could find into my duffle bag, including my prized Wicked poster, that I couldn't hang up because 'people might get the wrong idea if I listen to show tunes'. I never told my parents about all of the plays that I did. Instead I would tell them that I had to stay after school for speech and debate (which was somewhat true, considering I actually was in that club), and when the shows came around, I would tell them I was hanging out with my girlfriend.

I was too busy thinking about everything, overwhelmed, when my father came into the room. "Ten minutes are up fag."

I walked down the stairs, about to walk out the door, when I decided I had to give them some kind of goodbye. I turned towards both of them, "I'll try not to remember you when I'm famous," I said, giving them the finger before walking leaving.

"Chris? Chris? Chris!"

I was snapped out of my thoughts when Ashley's voice roared through my ears. "Are you okay? You look even paler than usual!"

"Yeah, I'm fine."

"If you say so. Listen, go home, take a shower, and get ready, and then I'll pick you up at seven."

"Are you sure? I can pick you up too," I said.

"No, I'm positive. Your house is on the way to Dianna's place anyway."

"Okay. See you at seven!" I answered, waving.

Soo... What did you think? Should I continue or not? Please put any thoughts, suggestion, questions, anything in a review!