A Klaine Story

Hey guys! Okay, I was supposed to write my sequel to A New Start, but I've been reading these Klaine stories the past few weeks…and well here I am now. To me it didn't seem many people read Outsider stories, so I'll put it on hold for now.

I don't own any of the characters from Glee!

Chapter One: We're moving?

(Blaine's POV)

Flashback:

I came home from school on the last Friday night in October; Dalton made us go home the last Friday of every night to be with our families. Also my parents called me home, for important news. When I walked into the house, I overheard my parents talking in the kitchen, so I dropped my bag down by the front door and walked towards the kitchen.

"Hey, Mom. Hey, Dad." I greeted them as I walked into the kitchen.

"Sit down, sweetie. We have something to tell you." Mom sounded slightly happy. Is she having a baby or something?

"Is everything okay, Mom?" I asked, slowly.

"Yes son. It's good news." Dad laughed at me. "It's about your mothers Job." I looked at him with a confused face.

"What your father is trying to say is that, I got a promotion!" "Oh, mom! That's great! Congratulations!"

"Thanks honey, but that's not all of it." Nodding, I let her continue. "They promoted me to a higher paying job at the Lima Hospital." My heart began to sink.

"But mom. That's over a two hour drive. Wouldn't you have to commute?"

"Well…no Blaine. What your mother is trying to explain is, we're moving to Lima, Blaine." My parents were smiling as my heart had officially sunk into my basement.

"W-what? Dad! We can't move! I have school!" I was pissed! Both of their smiles faded.

"You'll still be in school; you'll transfer to McKinley High School." Dad said.

"Dad! That's not it! I have to go to Dalton! You know at my old school, how I was tormented! I can't go back to that!"

"Blaine Ethan Anderson! You sit back down and lower your voice right now!" Mom yelled.

"Mom! Please! We can't move! You'll ruin my life! RUIN IT!" Okay, maybe I'm being slightly over dramatic, but I have a right to!

"BLAINE! STOP ACTING LIKE A CHILD!" Mom said, standing up too.

"I'M NOT ACTING LIKE ONE! YOU TWO DON'T EVEN CARE WHAT THIS'LL PUT ME THROUGH! YOU'LL BE PUSHING ME BACK TOWARDS THE PEOPLE WHO FORCED ME AWAY! I'M NOW STARTING TO THINK THAT EITHER OF DON'T LIKE THE FACT THAT I'M GAY!" My parents didn't deny it either! That was the last I said before I pushed away from the table, forcing the chair to the floor and stormed to my room. Slamming the door shut, the bang ringing through the entire house.

"How could they DO this to me? They are well aware that I can stay at Dalton and come home like I normally do. I'm seriously beginning to think that they did this to force me back into the closet!" Sitting on my bed, I buried my hands in my face, knowing that I would have to leave. I took out my phone to text, David about the news.

Flashback Ends:

It has been over a week since the fight with my mom and I was currently staring into my empty bedroom for the last time. I felt a hand a gentle hand on my shoulder and I sighed.

"Ready, sweetie?" Mom asked, and I pushed her away, glaring at her and I left to go to my car. Dad walked up to me.

"It's just a house son."

"Maybe to you it is. I was raised here, Dad! It's more than just a house. You obviously don't understand." I said slamming the trunk of my RAV4 and making my way to the driver's seat.

"Blaine, I get it your angry and-" He was cut off.

"Oh no Dad. I was angry when you thought getting my hands dirty would make me straight! I'm far from angry, Dad. I'm downright furious!" I Climbed into the car, I turned the key in the ignition.

"You have the address right?" Dad asked and I just nodded. "Be careful, son. I'll see you when we get there." He went to his car in front of mine and they drove off without me following them.

Once they were out of sight, I got out of the car and made my way to our backyard. So many memories with my friends David and Wes. We all went to the same school for years and become good friends. Towards the back of the yard, there was a big oak tree surrounded by bushes. It was our secret spot; I showed it to them because I loved the sight of it.

When I reached the tree I walked around to the back where we used to talk. That specific place meant more to me than either of them will ever know. My grandfather showed it to me. There a small whole in the trunk where I kept a certain thing. I kneeled down in front of it and reached inside the trunk and pulled out an old Wizard of Oz lunch box. I opened it and smiled at what was inside.

There was the first bowtie I ever owned. A picture of Wes, David, and I. One of just me and my grandfather (we had been very close before he died). Finally, what I came across the writing that he had wrote in permanent marker on the inside. He was the first person I went to when I realized I was gay. I was about eight at the time.

Dear Blaine,

I'm so proud that you came out to me with who you are. Unfortunately there are people in the world who won't be as understanding. But Blaine, that mustn't stop you from being .ARE! Don't let them get to. Hold your head up high and be strong Blaine! You're a strong person.

Love,

Grandpa

P.S. Have courage!

That phrase means so much to me. Even though I didn't understand what he meant then, but I do now. I know now that I failed him by going to Dalton.

"I'm sorry Grandpa." I felt around the whole in the trunk one last time. My hand went from the trunk, to the side of the bark, to where my grandpa carved my name into the bark. "I miss you, Grandpa and I wish you were still with us." After another minute or two I stood up and went back to my car and began my two hour journey from home to hell.

Two hours later I drove up to the sign that said the exit for Lima, was the next exit.

"Turn off of high 93 west, on exit 32A." My GPS directed me and I carefully listened. Once I got off the highway, I noticed that Lima, was way different the Westerville. There wasn't as many fancy places here and it seemed rather boring. Great, this is going to be really bad. The GPS continued to take me to our new house. Once I got there, I immediately noticed that it was like quarter smaller than our other house.

"Looks like Mom and Dad are here already." Noticing their Grand Caravan sitting in the driveway. I parked next to them. Getting out of the car, I grabbed my bags from the trunk and made my way inside.

"Blaine! Is that you?" Mom yelled from somewhere inside the building.

"Yeah! It's me!" She ran out to find me.

"Come on! I'll show you to your new room." She motioned and I followed. New room…fun. All of the rooms seemed to be upstairs. Mine was all the way at the end of the hallway and to the left. Opening the door, I walked inside. The room was the same size as my old one, but different. "Do you like it?" Mom asked and I just shrugged. "You okay sweetheart?"

"I'm fine mom." There was no emotion in my voice at all.

"You want some help unpacking your-"

"I SAID I'M FINE! Now can you please just go?" I snapped

"You're right. You're old enough I'll just…yeah." Mom closed the door and left. All of my furniture was sold and the new stuff was already here.

"New house, new room, new bed, no comfort." I sighed and sat on my bed. Pulling out my phone I texted David.

This place is so boring! I miss Westerville….

Blaine, you just got there! Give it some time. Wes and I will visit soon or you can meet us for coffee, okay? But not until you've been there for at least a week!

Okay, David…I'm sorry. It's just weird you know? Look I should probably start to unpack. But I'll talk to you later.

Okay, I'm here if you need me. Take it easy Blaine.

Closing my phone I put down on the nightstand and I went to go start unpacking. Locking my door before I went over to the stack of boxes. They were all labeled in black marker. My clothes were the first thing to go. Unpacking them from their boxes (by now they were probably insanely wrinkled) and hanging them in the closet and tossing the boxes across the room. All of a sudden there was a knock on my door.

"What?" I called.

"Blaine, come out downstairs. There are people out here to meet us!" Dad responded.

"Dad-"

"I wasn't asking you. I'm telling you!" Sighing, I unlocked my door and made my way downstairs. There was a family sitting in the living room, with my mom.

"Oh! Here he is! Blaine, these are our new neighbors the Jones. Mr. and Mrs. Jones, Mercedes, this is my son Blaine." Mom introduced.

"It's a pleasure to meet all of you." Putting on a fake smile, I moved to go and shake their hands.

"Oh my! What a gentleman you've two raised." Mrs. Jones smiled. "He's absolutely charming! Isn't he Mercedes?"

"Yeah Ma. He is." Mercedes said absent mindedly. She seemed to be eyeing my clothes.

"Blaine, why don't you show Mercedes your room?" Mom said.

"I'd love too. Mercedes would you?" Her eyes lit up.

"Sure!" Mercedes said happily as she got up and followed me to my room. "Hey, sorry about my mom."

"Don't worry about, that's what all parents do. Embarrass kids." We reached my bedroom and I opened it. "Sorry there isn't much to show you, I've only had time to unpack my clothes."

"That's okay. We can just sit and talk if you want to, or I can go back by my parents. Whatever you're comfortable with."

"I'd like to get to know one another if that's all right?" She nodded. "Please, sit." I motioned to the bed.

"So, Blaine. Will you be going to school?"

"My parents are making me transfer from Dalton Academy to McKinley High School."

"It's not so bad there, Blaine. I go there."

"It isn't that it's bad, but for me I know it will be." Mercedes looked confused.

"Why baby?" Mercedes placed a gentle hand on my arm.

"When I was a freshman, I came out. The people in Westerville, they don't take a strong interest in homosexuals. I was bullied, beat up, everything. Eventually I went to my parents and begged them to ship me off to Dalton. Now, it feels like my parents are forcing me back into the closet. They know that I could still attend Dalton. I'm sorry that I'm just springing all of this on you. You barely even know me."

"Don't you worry about it Blaine. It's okay to talk and not bottle things off because-" She was cut off.

"MERCEDES! LET'S GO! KURT'S GOING TO BE WAITING FOR YOU! YOU KNOW HOW HE IS WHEN YOU MAKE HIM WAIT!" Her mom called.

"You want to come to the mall with me and my friend Kurt? If you want to and it's okay with your folks, you're more than welcome to come along." Mercedes offered, standing up and turning to face me.

"Uh…no thanks. I don't want to intrude on you guys, plus I have a lot of unpacking to do still."

"Okay, well," she took out a piece of paper from her purse and a scribbled down something. "Here's my phone number. Text me if you want to talk, okay baby?" I smiled thankfully.

"Thanks Mercedes, I really appreciate it." Standing up I took the paper from her. I opened my arms for a hug and she hugged me back."

"Anytime, sweetie. If you change your mind about today, text me and we'll meet you." We broke apart.

"Okay, thanks again Mercedes. I'll talk to you later."

"Bye."

"Bye." She left my room, leaving me standing there. God, I wish David and Wes were here right now, but I promised them I'd give them a week before we could meet. Sadly I went back to unpacking my stuff.

After a few hours of unpacking, I finally finished the last box. Most of my stuff was organized in the boxes so it was just the process of putting everything away. The last thing that was my bed sheets, I quickly made my bed and plopped down on it. Almost as soon as I was comfortable, someone knocked on my door.

I groaned. "What!" I yelled.

"We're going to eat! Come on!" Dad replied.

"No thanks, Dad! I'm going to go to bed early!"

"You sure?" He asked with concern in his voice.

"Yeah! I've just spent the day unpacking and I want to sleep!"

"Okay, we'll see you later than." Than he left, leaving me to my thoughts. Tomorrow I'd be back to hell. Back to the beatings and teasing. I don't know if I can do this or not. All of a sudden I remembered my grandpa's last words to me.

Have courage, Blaine.

With that I smiled sleepily and drifted off to sleep. I can get through the day! I'll make it out alive!

Well! Here's the first chapter of A Klaine Story! I really hope you liked it! I'm still working on the plot line, but it'll get better I promise! So, what do you guys think should happen to either Kurt and/or Blaine? I'm looking for a GOOD story twist! Any suggestions? R&R!

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