This is the first really angsty prompt I've done and it will probably be three parts most likely.
Prompt: Blaine's Dad doesn't like the fact that he's a cheerleader. Sue notices bruises on Blaine at Cheerios practice one day.
Sue was an evil knifing bitch. Blaine couldn't believe that she had bullied him onto the Cheerios. First, it was the hair gel. His hair was stuck with gel in it for a week. He almost had to get Sam to cut into hair with a knife; that was how desperate he was. Then, she had stolen his identity and took out thirty credit cards and a house loan in his name. That had pissed his parent's off. They had even forced him to get a job. He was obligated to pay back every single cent back in his parent's eyes. So, with all of his clubs, student council, glee, a job and now Cheerios, he was a little busy. The sign was the absolute last straw. That was so inappropriate and just hurtful. He was so pissed off, but Sam had really been his advocate and had come up with this plan to destroy Sue from the inside. She had no right to treat anyone the way she had treated him, so he agreed to be on the Cheerios. Practice really wasn't that bad. He didn't mind the workout, it was good exercise and the girls were all really nice. It was his father who had a problem with it.
He and his father had never been particularly close even before he came out, but after he did any good part of their relationship was over. He also had a drinking problem, which aggravated his temper in response. The first time that he had caught him in his Cheerios uniform was a night he would never forget. He could smell the stench of scotch when he walked through the door. He hadn't had enough time to change after practice so he was still wearing his uniform. His mother was working feverishly in the kitchen on dinner, most likely trying not to piss his father off and send into one of his rages. He tried to get upstairs before he could see him but it didn't work out. He stood up with his scotch in hand and scoffed.
"What the hell are you wearing?" his father said angrily.
"It's my cheerleading uniform." Blaine said quietly.
"You're a fucking cheerleader now. Are you kidding me? Could you get any gayer?" His father growled. His mom came in from the kitchen.
"Nick, please don't start tonight." She begged.
"Don't tell me what to do woman!" He yelled as he used the back of his hand and hit her across the face. He didn't often hit her. He had slapped Blaine a lot, but he usually left her alone. She clutched her face as tears spouted in her eyes.
"Dad, don't hit her." Blaine said as he jumped in between his mother and his father. Without even thinking he took his scotch glass and smash it over Blaine's head. He fell to the ground and clutched his head. He could feel a cut on the top of his head under his hair. It was bleeding, but it wasn't deep enough to need stitches. He felt his mother crouch down, but his father yelled at her.
"Leave him alone. Go now!" He yelled before slapping her across the face again. She laid a hand on to Blaine's side and then left.
"You will quit the dumb ass cheerios." His father growled as he sent a hard kick into his abdomen. He lost his breath and couldn't breathe for a second. "Did you hear me? Answer me!" His father yelled. As Blaine tried to regain his breath he squeezed out a small "yes, please stop." That however just angered his father. He sent another hard kick into his abdomen. "You don't tell me to do anything!" he screamed.
"I'm sorry! Please! I'm sorry!" Blaine yelled as tears screamed down his face. His father sent one more hard kick into his abdomen and then waked away.
"You're a weak piece of shit. I'm going to get more scotch. You better not be in the faggy uniform when I get home." He said before slamming the front door. Blaine clutched his stomach and tried desperately to get up, but his abdomen hurt so badly. He heard his mother come down the stairs.
"Oh Blaine, honey." She said. He looked up and her check was already black and blue.
"Your cheek." Blaine muttered.
"I'm fine sweetheart. What hurts?" she asked.
"My stomach, but I'm fine." Blaine said through heavy breaths.
"Are you sure?" she asked. "Maybe we should go to the hospital?"
"No, I'm fine. Just help me get up." Blaine replied. She nodded and put her hand behind his neck and back and slowly lifted him up. Every movement hurt, but it was just bruising it would go away soon enough. "Mom, I can't do this anymore." He said. "I can't let him hurt both of us any longer."
"I know, but we can't just leave. We don't have any money. Your father has it all." She said.
"I can look into some family shelters." Blaine suggested. "I just can't take this any longer." His mom nodded.
"Okay, we'll leave tomorrow. Your father has a business meeting so he won't be home until late. We'll go then." She said. "We'll be okay baby, I promise." He smiled. "Let's get you to bed okay." She said. Step by step they climbed the stairs and by the time they reached the top Blaine was so out of breath. Together they got him into bed and he tried to fall asleep. The bruises covered all portions of his lower abdomen so he couldn't lay on either of his sides, or on his stomach like he normally did. He was forced to lay straight on his back and stare at the ceiling. Around three in the morning he heard the front door slam again and he assumed that his father was back. His mother had stopped sleeping in the master bedroom and now slept in the spare room. She couldn't risk meeting her husband late at night when he was drunk. His actions were unpredictable. Blaine held his breath and prayed that his father wouldn't come in. He just couldn't take anymore tonight. He heard footsteps pound down the hallway and luckily he passed by Blaine's room and into his own. He let out a giant sigh of relief and tried to fall asleep. Coach Sue had implemented new morning practices and he had to be up early. When he woke up the bruise were large and black all over his stomach. Despite the heat, he put on his sweatshirt because it was longer and it would cover the bruises. He grabbed a granola bar and headed to school. When he got there the other girls were standing around on their phones because Sue wasn't there yet. She showed up five minutes later and the first thing they had to do was ten laps around the field. By the fifth one Blaine was having trouble breathing and his stomach was throbbing. He did make it through the laps, but barely. Then they were forced to do jumping jacks until Sue said stop. She stood up on the bleachers and watched. She could tell that everyone was tired, but something just wasn't right with Blaine. He was pale, sweaty, and breathing heavier than normal. Also, it was hot outside and he was still wearing his sweat shirt, while the other girls barely wore their other clothes. As he jumped he grimaced and she could swear she saw bruises on his stomach.
"And Stop!" She yelled. "Anderson, get over here." Blaine jogged over in pain.
"Yes coach?" he asked.
"Come with me." She replied. Blaine followed her into the school and into her office. "Is there anything you'd like to tell me?" she asked in her sincerest voice.
"No, I don't know what you mean." Blaine said.
"How about you tell me how you got those bruises on your stomach." She said. Blaine's eyes widen in response. "Blaine, if someone at school is hurting you, I need to know."
"It wasn't any one here. It happened at home. I was clumsy." Blaine murmured.
"Blaine, I believe that it happened at home, but I don't believe that this happened because you were clumsy." Sue said. "Is it your mom? Your dad? Both of them? You can trust me."
"It's my Dad." Blaine said before he began to sway. He just need to tell someone the truth. He couldn't take it anymore.
"Blaine?" Sue said hesitantly. The continued to sway until he lost all feeling in his legs and he fell down. Sue luckily caught him in time. The last thing he heard was Sue yelling for help, before his eyes blacked out and the darkness consumed him.
TO BE CONTINUED...