Gently pushing down on the keys, Blaine Anderson (age: fourteen and three quarters, height: short, hair: dark and impossible to manage) was moping in the best way he knew how- playing Here Comes The Sun on his mothers old grand piano.

It wasn't as if he didn't have reason to. In fact, moping might be the wrong term. More like contemplating his entire character and everything he was, and comparing it to what society told him he should be. Perhaps a fairly heavy thing for a fourteen and three quarter year old boy should be thinking about, but under circumstances…

You see, Blaine Anderson is gay.

He knew it from the bottom of his heart to be true. Ever since his friends told him off for watching so many Disney movies and musicals, and reading his older sisters' gossip magazines over her shoulder. Ever since the sixth or seventh grade, when all the other boys in his class started talking about girls and their looks and other things that had made Blaine feel super awkward and uncomfortable, because he didn't want to participate in those conversations. Ever since grade eight, when he finally realized the reason his stomach twisted and turned and his face got hot every time he talked to Lucas from science.

Yes, he could safely say he knew for certain that he was gay.

He could also safely say that he didn't want to be.

He heard everything that his classmates said about gay people, all the names they uttered. Blaine himself didn't understand what the problem was, but obviously to others it was, indeed, a problem. It was weird, abnormal, to be attracted to someone of the same sex as you. It was strange, freaky, queer, to think about two men holding hands or God forbid anything more. And then today…

With a sigh, Blaine rested his head on the cream and brown keys, feeling an immature satisfaction in the loud plunk of several notes being hit hard at once. Just then the front door opened and high heels clacked against the tile of the atrium. He glanced around, watching his mother walk down the hallway with her arms full of groceries. He whipped around and hid his head in his arm before she saw him.

"Blaine? What are you doing here?" His mother's surprised voice came from behind him.

"Um… I came home early." He muttered, hoping she would drop it; knowing full well she wouldn't.

"Is everything all right, Bones? What's wrong?"

"Nothing, Mum, I'm fine."

He heard a creak of wooden floorboards and felt her sit on the bench beside him. A hand rested on his narrow shoulder, causing him to retreat further into his arm.

"Did something happen at school today?"

"No, I said I'm fine. Please go away."

"Blaine-"

"Mum, I'm fine."

His mother was quiet for a minute. Then she retracted her hand and stood up with a small 'okay'. She was almost out of the room, when his guilt for snapping overwhelmed him.

"Do you think I'm different than… I should be?"

"Pardon?"

"Am I something other than what you expected me to be? When I was born, did you have an idea of how you wanted me to turn out?" His muffled voice caught slightly at the end.

"Well, I wanted my son to be kind and courteous and respectful," Mrs Anderson replied, "I wanted him to be fun and appreciate everything life gave him. I wanted him to treat others the way he would want to be treated. I'd say I got all those things." Blaine could hear a smile in her words.

Blaine gulped. This was it. He had to just man up and say it.

"What I meant was, do you think I'm different than… other boys. That I'm more-" another gulp, "… feminine."

There was a long pause.

"Well, you certainly are tidier than I expected you to be at your age!" His mother said with a laugh.

"You know what I meant, Mum." Blaine huffed, getting frustrated with the way she was dancing around the subject.

"Lift your head, Bonesie."

"No."

"… Blaine, show me your face."

Blaine squeezed his eyes shut, refusing to let any of the tiny stings turn into tears. Slowly he lifted his head and turned around to face his mother. He heard her small intake of breath.

"What happened?"

Blaine finally opened his eyes and looked at her. She was standing a few feet away, looking at his face with anger and sadness in her eyes. He knew what she saw, because no matter how much scrubbing he had done, the permanent marker drawings of male reproductive parts and offensive slurs on his left cheek and forehead. He glanced down at the floor, feeling hot and uncomfortable, eyes still stinging.

"Um, I fell asleep in math, and when I woke up, people kept laughing whenever they looked at me. So I went to the washroom, and-" His voice caught again, and this time he couldn't stop it. He felt ashamed of himself for crying, because he was almost fifteen, after all, but there was no helping it. Mrs Anderson rushed forward and sat beside him again, wrapping her arms around him in a tight hug. He burrowed into the crook of her neck and cried.

"I tried t-to rub it off, b-but I cou-couldn't and I cou-couldn't stay th-there any longer so I-I ran home." He gasped in between sobs.

"Oh, sweetheart. Oh, honey…" His mother said over and over again, rubbing his back. She waited for him to calm down. After what felt like hours, Blaine finally pulled away.

"If I told it was true, would you…. You wouldn't hate me, would you?" Blaine whispered hoarsely.

"Blaine, I could never, never hate you. No matter what, I will never hate you." Her dark eyes were now shining with tears, and she reached up to brush his hair back from his face. He watched in anticipation, waiting for some sort of catch. She breathed in deep.

"It will take some getting used to, but I would be lying if I said I hadn't suspected…. Blaine, left me be perfectly clear. I don't care if you are straight, or gay, or purple or blue with antennae. I am your mother and I will support you no matter what. Understand?"

Blaine nodded. She gave him a small, sad smile.

"How about some tea? And a hot bath? And we need to find something to get the ink off your face."

"Thanks, Mum."

"Don't worry about it, sweet pea."


So, yeah. I wanted to do something that sort of looks at Blaine and the person he is before he meets Kurt. I dunno how often I'll post, but hopefully it wont be too too infrequent.

If you have any qualms with it, or with me, leave a review or send me a PM :)