Blaine slid down the wall of the bathroom, the cold tile pressing against his back. He sighed, feeling relief wash over him. He looked at the mess he made- dark red pooling with the white tile. His dad would be mad at him, yes, but he didn't care at the moment. All he cared about was the pain running out of the marks on his arms.
'Thought you weren't going to do this anymore, Blaine?' He asked himself subconsciously. He had made a promise to himself back at Dalton that he wouldn't pick up the razor again, especially after the close call that he had which ended with him almost going to the hospital and Nick and Jeff finding out about his little problem.
But tonight had been an especially horrible fight with his Dad.
"I don't get you, Blaine!" yelled his Father. Blaine rolled his eyes.
"Richard, please." Blaine's mother grabbed at her husband's arm.
"Quiet, Molly!" snapped Richard. "Tabitha Simms is a perfectly lovely girl. Why won't you at least give her a chance?"
"Gee, Dad, I don't know. Maybe because I'm GAY?" retorted Blaine.
"You are not gay!"
"Why do you deny it? It's who I am! I am never going to change! I like guys, Dad. I always have and I always will! Why can't you accept me?"
"Because it's sin, Blaine and as long as you are my son, you are not gay!" Blaine took in a breath.
"Richard!"
"Ok, Dad. Then I guess I'm not your son anymore." With that, Blaine threw down his napkin and left the dinner table without being excused. He ran up to his room, slamming the door in the process.
That's how he got here, sitting on his bathroom floor with the door locked and blood running down his arms and dripping onto the floor. Blaine shivered; he finally noticed the goose bumps the tile had caused on his skin.
'I guess I should clean up…but I'm so tired.' Blaine argued with himself for a few more minutes before he passed out against the wall- tired of fighting with everyone, sleepy from keeping his secret, and exhausted from pretending to care.