This is basically an excuse for me to write angst.
This will also be a lot of serious violence.
I've chosen to write each chapter with a particular format in mind, which is unusual for me. There will be Blaine's time at Dalton, a flashback to his old school and then something Wes and David related.
Violence
I know I have two stories on the go buuuuut updates are on the way. (Sorry.)
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"Wait, I have a single room?"
Blaine's dad looked at his son in annoyance. "I know you think you can run around and do whatever you like whilst you're here Blaine but I assure you that is not going to be the case. You didn't honestly think I would pay to have you shack up with another guy did you? More to the point knowing about your condition it would be unfair on your poor roommate to inflict that upon them, you'll only end up making him uncomfortable. Stop being so ungrateful or I will send you back to Winston and you can pay your own damn hospital bills the next time."
Blaine winced internally. "You're right. I'm sorry, I just wasn't expecting a room to myself that's all. Thank you."
"The second your ribs heal I expect you to be on a sports team. Sign up for the tutoring scheme as well. That will look brilliant on your college applications. If I hear any of your grades drop there will be trouble. You will maintain the level of respect and dignity I expect of you at home, I will not be embarrassed again Blaine, understand?"
Blaine stood there fresh out of the hospital and wanted to shout at the man before him that was embarrassed his son was beaten for being gay, instead he stood and answered with a quiet and stoic. "Yes sir."
"You have unpacking to do. You have to be at the main office half an hour before classes start tomorrow, someone will show you where everything is."
They were interrupted by a knock on the door, one of the moving men with more boxes. Blaine had tried to help but he was still recovering and his dad had chided him, "what do you think I'm paying them for Blaine?" They dropped off a new TV and stereo system that Blaine never asked for or knew he was getting, he looked at his dad questioningly.
"There are a lot of important people here, I don't want you looked down upon - people might think you transferring mid-semester means we can't afford to send you here full term. You shouldn't have much time to watch it anyway."
Ah. Image. Let everyone know the rich boy could afford to come here but simply didn't want to.
"I'm going now. Your mother will no doubt be in contact and she can tell you about the arrangements for when we next want you home, probably a few weeks."
New school, moving out the house, just got out the hospital and they wouldn't want him home for a few weeks, his parents were apparently making the most out of Blaine being away.
"Bye dad. Thank you."
Matthew Anderson laid a hand firmly on his sons shoulders, not for comfort, but as a warning - for his fingers were digging into the bruising lining his skin and it took all the strength Blaine had left not to jerk away.
"Don't let me down Blaine, this is a fresh start for you, I've paid thousands of pounds for you to avoid getting in the hospital again, all I ask is that you do me proud for once."
Blaine blinked and watched his dad leave his room without a second glance or a kind word and felt, if possible, worse than he ever had whilst he was in the hospital.
He mechanically unpacked everything, arranged and tidied his room until it was immaculate. This would be the only night where he had nothing to do, he would soon have far too much catch up work to do and tomorrow he would have to look at school activities. He felt exhausted and every bit of his body still ached.
His ribs were still broken and his face was still bruised, he still walked with a slight limp which his dad had scolded him for walking with earlier. He was glad of his blazers long sleeves because his arms were covered in scratches and bruises just like the rest of his body and no matter what he did – sit, stand, shower or lie down, it hurt him.
He gingerly changed into some comfy sweats and a baggy soft shirt and lowered himself onto the double bed. He closed his eyes and let a shaky breath escape from his mouth.
Finally. The bullying at his old school had started young, and now, years later, he was free of that hellhole and here was here, at Dalton. A prestigious school with a zero tolerance bullying policy.
Blaine would be happy about this if it didn't sound too good to be true. The wasn't an ounce of him that believed this could possibly be real. They were obviously just better at hiding the bullying that went on and the school, much like his father would be too good at sweeping things under the carpet because of money. Blaine had 'easy target' written all over him, he would never make any friends here because he had never had any before and no one could guarantee he would be safe. The only positive thing would be the slight reprieve from his stifling father, who with the sounds of things would sill try to interfere as much as possible and was trying to ensure Blaine had no time for friends anyway. His mother hadn't even come to see him off, she was at the spa with her friends instead.
Blaine was lonely. This school might well be a new start but it didn't mean it would be a good one.
He laid down on his bed and let the tears fall. Whenever his dad had ever heard him cry he had always been scolded for being weak, he felt embarrassed, crying now, but he deserved to let go for a night before he would have to convince everyone he met tomorrow that he was someone else.
He hadn't cried like this since last week when he was in the hospital.
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The door to the private hospital room Blaine was in slammed shut unceremoniously as someone entered with no regard for the room's occupant. Blaine blinked at the door and the man who had entered through it and sat bolt upright in shock, hissing at the pain this caused him.
"Dad…you came to see me."
"I have better things to do I won't be here for long. Have you been crying?"
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Yes. Sorry." Blaine wiped his eyes wishing he had time to compose himself, but he hadn't known his dad would be here. He thought he was okay to cry for a bit.
"Well stop it. Here." His dad threw a thick brown envelope down on the bed. "That's your new school you start when you leave here."
Blaine eyes widened and his surprise leaked out before he could think about it. "You're letting me move?"
"Don't interrupt me Blaine. And yes I am. Though you being such an embarrassment and ending up in here didn't present me with much choice. The school is one of the best, therefore it is very expensive. Despite the fact that it is a gay school it will be excellent on your college applications and I expect nothing less than perfection from you to make up for all of this trouble. You will get top grades, be involved in both sports and intellectual extra-curricular activities and apply for any more opportunities whilst there you can think of. There is a no bullying policy in place so when people figure out they don't like you again they wont be allowed to act on it and I can tell my work colleagues you attend Dalton without shame so we both win."
His dad had left without saying much more and Blaine hugged the leaflet for Dalton to his chest and cried his eyes out. He wasn't even sure he could pinpoint whether he was crying for his injuries, for his broken bones and his bruises, or for his dad who had just saved him but made him feel worthless all at once, or simply out of sheer relief.
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Lying on his new bed and thinking back to those words, he felt a saddening mixture of loneliness and gratefulness, and he didn't feel like he had won anything at all.
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Wes and David saw the new boy move in, they were in the room next to him and had already been told someone would be moving in and to make sure they offered their help so that the new guy could have someone close by to go to if need be. Both were welcoming boys anyway and were interested by the idea of a new friend.
They were going to go and be nosey, and introduce themselves after the man who was presumably the guys father had left and after a couple of hours. They never did though, because they heard a sound coming from the now occupied room that was unmistakeable – they did have their ears pressed against the wall after all - the new boy was crying,
More to the point, he was absolutely sobbing.
They looked at each other guiltily, stepped away from the wall and Wes muttered, "Maybe we'll introduce ourselves tomorrow instead."
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Please let me know what you think, should I continue?