BARE: A Glee Fanfiction

by Glindphaba11

Blaine saved Kurt, but who saved Blaine? And who exactly was he running from anyway? Loosely based on the songs from BARE: A Pop Opera

Summary: "Blaine saved Kurt, but who saved Blaine? And who exactly was he running from anyway? Loosely based on the songs from BARE: A Pop Opera"

Disclaimer: I do not own Blaine, BARE, any or all random StarKid references, or really anything you recognize. I wish I owned Darren Criss though... =)

A/N: Hey guys =) This is my first Glee fic that came to me during study hall one day, then one night when I couldn't sleep I finished it up. Hope you all enjoy, reviews are awesome, and reviewers get virtual cookies!

Bare

Bare

JASON

Have we come to the ending?

Or am I just dreaming?

The music is gone now, the silence is strange

Can you call back that moment

On that day in September

When we first shared that secret

And everything changed?

Can you know what you meant

To a soul that was searching?

Can you know that I'm sorry

For all I've undone?

And know that in my heart

You were the only one

PETER

On that day in September it was so unexpected

The moment you kissed me, time seemed to freeze

Now I stand at a crossroad and stare at the question

If prayer were the answer I'd fall on my knees

But forward is calling and I cannot stay here

Nothing can change what you will always be

An angel sent to hold my heart and set me free

JASON / PETER

I've never been this bare / I've never been so scared

I've never felt such honesty / Don't stop we'll never leave

A moment of such peace / Each of us standing bare

Still you are here with me / Knowing who we have to be

Know as you hold my hand / I hoped and prayed

We're forever you and I / That you'd understand

BOTH

I know you're here in my heart

JASON

Please understand that I tried

PETER

Try to see it's not good bye

The act is beginning, the audience awaits

JASON

Let's stay in this moment, where secrets reveal

Here in a world where there's safety in falsehood

I have discovered the one thing that's real

That I love you and I've loved you from the start

And if you hold that close to you, we'll never be apart

Peter, please know I loved you...

PETER

God, I love you

BOTH

From the start

The music stopped playing, and the two boys looked at each other. The one with dark hair, a dapper looking young man, looked into the eyes of the other, with wispy, blond hair. Blaine Anderson, a sophomore at Alexander High, loved this song. Really he loved any song from the musical BARE, but this one had to be his favorite. Playing Peter, he felt a connection. For Blaine had just realized a few months ago that he was gay. He had played sports, dated girls, and been the big man on campus in Middle School, but he could tell that there had always been something different. He realized he never looked at his 'girlfriends' the way the other guys did. When he went to movies, he always noticed the guys, not the girls, and was always one for a good kiss. He was indeed a hopeless romantic with a soft spot for Broadway. That's was first clued him in.

As he got older, those things became 'weird' and 'different' and 'lesser' to the other guys, but became more and more important to Blaine as he traveled through his freshman year. He was bullied by the other guys, and his escape was angry songs from musicals, especially RENT. He had even preformed One Song Glory at the talent show the year before.

Then he met Xavier. He was brilliant. A new guy, a senior, coming in at the beginning of Blaine's sophomore year, was a god. He was tanned, toned, and could sing! He was in the glee club, which made it cool again, and even went out for the musical. He auditioned for BARE, and got the co-main romantic, Jason, opposite Blaine's Peter. The two became fast friends, and in time, Blaine began to see Xavier in a whole new light. He suddenly was imagining them together, holding hands and walking down the sidewalk, going shopping together, going to see plays, musicals, ballets, operas. Leaving high school and going to college together, finding an apartment, having a future.

Finally Blaine got it. Why he liked these so called girly things. Why he wanted Xavier in such a way. And why it felt so good to be able to sing the songs, and why it felt heavenly to have Xavier say those words 'I love you', if only in a song. He was gay.

ROLE OF A LIFETIME

PETER

Everything's an act

When you're pleasing everyone

And he assumes that role

To such renown

He plays a perfect part

Straight from his heart

Knowing the risk he takes

And hoping that the house

Is not brought down

The role of a lifetime is living a fantasy

The trauma that you struggle to erase

Thoughts battle words over deeds

A war with such casualty's

All played out behind a smiling face

God, I need your guidance

Tell me what it means

To live a life where nothings as it seems

Spending days in silent fear

And spending nights in lonely prayer

Hoping that one day when you wake

Those feelings won't be there

(Jason is looking over the script)

So confused because I feel complete with him

When we're alone it all somehow makes sense

Look into his eyes for some compromise

Remember the word forget

And try to bury something so intense

You learn to play the straight man

Your lines become routine

Never really saying what you mean

But I know the scene will change

White picket fences, and a dog

A trophy bride and children

God I know that's what he wants

But Jason, what role do I play?

Am I a savior or a phase?

Am I here to damn you?

Or to help you navigate this maze

Where confusion is a crime

So you fill your life with sound

And if you dance like hell,

You hope you'll never touch the ground

What happens when the music stops?

In the silence will he stay one day

Or realize that these feelings

Are going away

So we drive ourselves insane

Spinning circles in our souls

As we dance around and play pretend

And once again

Reprise our roles

'If only…' Blaine was inside his own head, repeating his new found mantra. He had just finished rehearsal with Xavier, the song that the two boys truly confess that their love has never died. And Blaine wanted that. However, walking down the hall made him snap out of his day dream. He was shoved into the wall…..again.

"Dude, you okay?" Xavier, who had been walking beside him, rushed over and out his hand out for Blaine to grab onto.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Thanks. Man, one of these days I'm going to shove THEM into a wall. See how much they like it"

"Sure thing Hobbit, and it's the same day that Rosemarie stops talking to me." He laughed and smiled at Blaine.

Blaine looked disgruntled. 'Rosemarie, of course. His girlfriend. Because he's not gay.' He trailed off into his thought again, and continued walking down the hall, Xavier rushing to catch up with him.

"Hey, what's wrong? You were so happy after practice, is it just the shoving thing? It happens everyday, c'mon, you've got to be used to it by now." Blaine stopped short, and looked at the boy.

"Used to it? Sure, I'm used to it. But that doesn't mean that it still doesn't bother me. And yeah, I was happy after practice. That song always cheers me up, it's the only way I've ever had to express myself."

"Singing?"

"Kind of. More of the song itself." Xavier gave him a puzzled look. "Look, we-I-can't talk about this here. Want to come over? We can go over songs and stuff too, I got the instrumental versions in the mail yesterday."

"Sure, let me go let Rose know, and I'll meet you at my car in" he looked at his watch "Ummm...10 minutes?" Blaine nodded, and the older boy sauntered away, all the meanwhile with Blaine looking at his ass.

'If only….'

Blaine walked out Xavier's car, and waited patiently. He might be in love with Xavier, but it was clear as day that Xavier was straight, and had no intention of switching over to the other side. He was quite happy with Rosemarie, and it seemed, from their talks, he had been quite happy with his previous girlfriends.

Yes Blaine couldn't help but wonder if he thought the same thing about girls that Blaine had. Since he in fact had too had girlfriends. There was always the possibility wasn't there?

Yet again, the older blond boy brought Blaine out of his own thoughts when he jumped up behind him, and squeezed him on his shoulder. A shoulder squeeze? Really? And Blaine wasn't supposed to think that Xavier was gay? Blaine turned and smiled.

"Ready?" The younger boy questioned. The older took out the car remote, and hit the unlock button, giving off a little 'beep'.

Ready when you are" Xavier smiled, bowed smartly, and opened the passenger side door for Blaine.

'Good god, he really has to stop doing things like this to me...my heart is going to pound out of my chest soon!'

Blaine sat silently in the car, nodding when appropriate during Xavier's busy detailing of his day.

"So, this morning, I really thought I was going to be late. I mean, Rosemarie had me pinned to my locker for god knows how long! I felt like Ron in Half Blood Prince! I mean, she just wouldn't leave me alone! Luckily, I got to class on time. I had Martin first thing today...god I hate Tuesday A block...but anyway, we had this project that we had to present, and I realized I didn't have ANYTHING prepared, because Alex, you know the one with the brown hair that tried out for Matt, well, he was my partner, and we worked on stuff over the weekend, and he kept it all, then had the audacity to be out sick today. TODAY! Of all days to be sick! Jeez, the only thing that kept me sane was the thought that we had private rehearsal tonight. I mean really, I don't know how I could have made it through the day without knowing that I was spending the afternoon with you. And thank Merlin that practices are closed, and Rose couldn't come in and attack me. I love her I do, she's my girlfriend, but she's just such a" He waved his hand, as if searching for the right word in the air.

"A butterface?" Blaine offered.

Xavier laughed. "Yes! Thank you!" He smiled, then went back to his detailing of the day, or so Blaine thought. He wasn't really paying attention anymore. He was to caught up in his own inner personal conflict.

'Maybe he feels that way because he's actually gay. He doesn't really love her, she's his beard...he just hasn't realized that yet. Well, this afternoon will change that. I'll show him that I'm what he wants...what he needs.'

"Hey! Hobbit! You're off at Hogwarts again. You okay?" Blaine had to smile. Xavier was such a character. The first day he met Blaine he had dubbed him a 'hobbit' because he was small, and once he knew that Blaine too was a Harry Potter fan, then the references just spouted out at random times. Blaine thought that he didn't even realize he said them. It was all part of his charm.

"Yeah, fine. Sorry, just off in my own mind."

"Well don't go to far away. We're here."

Blaine looked up and noticed that they were in his driveway.

"Ohp. Wow, I was gone longer than I thought. Sorry 'bout that."

"Dude, it's okay. C'mon, lets go in. You still have those cans of Squirt I brought over?"

"Yes, you're the only one in the world that likes it." Xavier smiled.

"And yet I don't get why. It's awesome." Both boys smiled, and climbed out of the car, and into the house.

Blaine's house, or his parent's house, was huge. They could be said to have money..hell, they had money. Blaine's father had been the founder of WaterTown Theme Parks, a park chain that brought in millions of dollars a year. Unfortunately, it was a full time job that kept his dad away from home most of the time. Though not before making sure his family was well off. Blaine and his mother lived in a large brick manor in the middle of wine country, and were quite comfortable. Blaine even had his own floor of the house, with his bedroom, two guest rooms, two bathrooms, a lounge area and a screening room for his random Disney marathons with friends. And when he thinks friends, he thinks Xavier. No other guy in their right mind would stay up all night singing along to old school (and the best ever) Disney movies.

The boys walked into the grand house, and went straight to the second floor. Xavier was leading, he knew by now where everything was, and treated the house almost as his own. Up the stairs, and right into the sitting area.

Blaine flopped down on the couch, while Xavier went straight for the mini fridge in the corner of the room. After grabbing his drink, and a can of soda for Blaine as well, he too sat down on the large sectional that occupied the room.

"So." Xavier started, and looked at Blaine after taking a large swig of his drink. "You said that you would explain whatever you couldn't in a school hallway. So talk."

Blaine looked down at his lap, and the can of soda that he was holding in his hands. "Well-" He began and then stopped. He really didn't know what he was thinking in the hall. And in the car. He was ready to confess to Xavier that he was gay, and that he loved him.

He hadn't come out to anyone yet. Was he sure that he wanted Xavier to be the first one to hear his revelation? Why not his parents? His mom at least. No, they would flip. He knew they would. But Xavier...Xavier was different. He would understand. He had always been there when Blaine had been teased, or pushed into lockers, walls, or any other solid object that happened to be in the halls of Alexander High. He sighed, and decided to get it all out, just confess everything.

"Well-" There was a door open, close, then footsteps. Great...

"Blaine? Honey? Are you home? I saw Xavier's car in the drive and I didn't-" There was a short, smart looking woman in a suit and tightly made bun standing at the top of the stairs looking at the two boys on the couch. "Oh, hello darling. Xavier." She gave a slight nod.

"Hi Mrs. A."

"Hello Mom."

"When did you boys get home? I thought you had rehearsal tonight. I could have sworn that I programed in a late practice on my calendar for you." Blaine was about to answer when he got cut off. "Well, that's okay. I'll just have Olga make more than originally planned. I might have to change the menu as well. We were having salmon. Xavier, dear, I know you are allergic to seafood, are you staying for dinner? We can make roast chicken instead? Or pasta? I do know how both of you love Olga's pasta."

"Sure, if I'm invited, I'll stay. Blaine and I wanted to go over songs for the show anyway. Thanks Mrs. A."

"That's fine dear. Blaine, darling, I shall see you boys for dinner then? Remember, 6 o'clock, and please dress tonight, I have associates coming. Xavier, I'm sure Blaine's father has something you can wear..." She looked around expectantly, not sure what to say next.

"Well, I have a suit here from last time I stayed for dinner. I spilled sauce, and Olga said she would clean it. I never got it back so I wa-"

"Wonderful dear! Well then, I shall leave you boys alone. Remember, 6 o'clock sharp!"

With that she turned and walked back down the stairs, leaving a cloud of perfume in her wake.

"I've always liked your mom. She's...amusing."

"Yeah, you don't have to live with her..." Xavier laughed. "What?"

"You is all. Anyway, before we were so rudely interrupted, you were going to tell me something?"

"Yeah. Umm, I wanted to know if we could work more on the blocking for 'Epiphany'. I'm not as comfortable with that song yet."

Xavier nodded, knowing that that's not exactly what Blaine was going to say to him, but he was not there to question.

"Sure. Whatever. Let's do this!" He fist pumped the air, and Blaine's reasons he loved the boy just grew exponentially.

CROSS

JASON

These are my sins, but where to begin?

I don't know if I have it in me, in me

PRIEST

Go on

JASON

Still I recall the peace that would fall

When I believed that you could forgive me

Father, I've messed everything up

I don't know where to start

Yes, I do - God is the root of everything

PRIEST

I'm here to listen, here to understand you

Tell me what lies in your heart

And in the telling you'll find the peace you're seeking

You'll know the way once you start

JASON

Well I've tried to be strong, I've tried to belong

But I don't, or I won't, I can't, I can't

Such a simple, little word - never spoken, always heard

It's not something I can be, it's not ok, not for me

Do you know what I'm…

PRIEST

Yes

JASON

What do I do?

PRIEST

I know you're frightened, know I understand that

But there's only so much I would say

I can't live for you, but know that God is with you

Through Him you will find a way

JASON

But I can't see your face

I'm in such a desperate place

What do I do now?

Tell me, tell me

PRIEST

Child, confide in me

JASON

I've known you long, I always thought this was wrong

If they knew my parents would die, they would die

PRIEST

Go keep it quiet

I will hold your secret

You know that it's safe to confide

You're just a child, and things may change, I promise

You're young with time on your side

Focus on your graduation

JASON

Is it okay?

PRIEST

Keep your mind on other matters

JASON

Am I okay?

PRIEST

Pray for courage, pray for...

JASON

Why are you distant?

Why won't you answer?

Why won't you tell me!

PRIEST

[Shouts]

You know in your heart that the teaching is clear

Faith in the Father has led your soul here

Harrow the cross, let the church be your spine

Don't question too much and you'll get along fine

Whatever you have done, I know God will forgive

That it is what He will always forgive

Go now the Spirit and live…

Practicing was an uneventful-event. The boys were able to run through all their songs with no problem. If only that would be the case when they put the whole cast and crew together, but that was an entirely different situation.

Before long the alarm Blaine had set for 5:30 rang, and the two needed to get ready for dinner with Mrs. Anderson and clients. Blaine going into his own room, and Xavier going into the guest room, both got dressed in nice suits, combed hair, and brushed teeth. Xavier, always the rebel, wore the Ravenclaw tie he kept with him at all times 'to keep my inner wizard alive', he would always say. Blaine, always the dapper one, wore the tie his young cousin gave him for his last birthday, it had dinosaurs on it. Triceratops' to be exact.

They met in the middle of the sitting area at the top of the stairs and surveyed each other.

"Nice. I like the tie, it brings out your inner child that people don't notice when you gel your hair back like that. Seriously dude, you look like a greaser-wanna be hobbit." Xavier laughed, however Blaine didn't.

"Thanks Xav, thanks a lot. Really." The sarcasm oozed out in his comment, but Xavier didn't stop chuckling to himself.

"Sorry, I really couldn't help it. Come on, it's already 5 of 6, we need to get downstairs before your mom has an aneurism. Blaine smiled and agreed. Taking the lead, he walked down the stairs and into the formal dining room. Mrs. Anderson was already seated at the table, as were her guests. A fellow lawyer from the firm where she worked, his wife, and their daughter. And surprisingly, at the head of the table, Blaine's father, Zachary Anderson, theme park extraordinaire.

"Dad!" Blaine exclaimed as soon as he saw his father. "Wha-, I didn't know you were coming home tonight!" Zach Anderson looked calmly at his enthusiastic son, and kept a straight face.

"Blaine, we have guests. If you could reel in your excitement until desert, that would be appreciated. Xavier, nice to see you again son."

"You too, sir."

"Sorry dad."

His father nodded, then motioned for them to sit down at the table. His mother then cleared her throat, and motioned to the guests.

"Blaine, Xavier, this is Mr. and Mrs. Hunter, and their daughter, Melody. Matthew, Renee, Meldoy, this is our son Blaine, and his friend from school, Xavier."

Pleasantries were exchanged, and Olga was rung to bring the first course out. They started on their food, and Melody was the first to break the silence.

"So, are you two dating or something?" All four adults coughed, Xavier looked surprised, and Blaine looked panic stricken.

"Of course not!" Mrs. Anderson replied quickly. "Blaine has had plenty of girlfriends. In fact, weren't you talking about a girl earlier this week? A Rose something?"

"That would be Rosemarie, my girlfriend." Xavier piped up, still looking flushed. "We've been dating for a few months now."

The adults smiled, but the teens still looked odd. Xavier smiled at the parents, and Melody just scrunched her face, not sure if she wanted to believe them or not. Blaine was still panic stricken, not able to say a word.

He felt nauseous, and excused himself to the bathroom. Xavier also excused himself, and went to see if Blaine was okay. Walking into the guest bathroom on the other side of the house, Xavier heard Blaine quietly crying to himself. Popping his head in the door, he saw the smaller boy curled up into a ball, almost to the point of rocking back and forth.

"Blaine. Hey, tell me what's wrong." Xavier sat of the floor, and pulled the younger boy to him. Blaine automatically curled up into Xavier's arms, and started to breathe normally again.

"I-I-I ca-can't" He sputtered out.

"That's ridiculous. You can tell me anything, you know that."

"No-o I can't." Blaine started to hyperventilate a bit. Xavier tightened his hold, and 'shushed' the boy while rubbing his back.

"It can't be anything that bad Blaine. You didn't murder anyone, did you?" Blaine shook his head. "See, then it can't be so bad you can't tell me."

"Okay." Blaine took a deep breathe. "It's why I wanted you to come over in the first place." Xavier nodded, but stayed quiet, waiting for Blaine to continue. "You know how I said that I loved singing the songs from this musical because it was the only way I could express myself? I didn't mean singing in general, I really meant those songs, 'Bare' in particular. Xavier, I'm gay."

It felt so good to say. After months of contemplation, almost saying it and not, never knowing the right time, and always questioning the reaction of the people he told, he felt so much better after saying it. He only wish he could say the same for Xavier. He noticed that the boy's arms had slacked, and now fully released Blaine. He was looking at him, was that a look of fright?

'No no no no no, this can't be happening. He can't back away from me now, not now, not when I've just come out to him!'

"Blaine" Xavier spoke slowly and quietly. "Blaine, is that why you freaked out in there? Am I the first one you've told?"

Blaine nodded, then spoke again. "I know it's not right. I mean, look at my parents. I bet they only invited the whole family here to set me up with that Melody chick. They're always doing things like this, always! My dad-" Blaine choked a bit. "My dad, you have no idea. If he found out, when he does find out, he'll go balistic. I'm the heir to the famous theme park fortune. I'm not allowed to be like this, it goes against everything planned for me. They, my parents, I can't do this to them. It's wrong I know it is, and now I've told you, and you're going to leave me too."

Xavier shushed the younger boy, and turned so that they were looking each other in the eyes.

"Blaine, there is no reason to be ashamed of this. YOU are YOU. And no one can change that, nor should they try. Honestly Blaine, yes I am a bit surprised that you have chosen this moment, and this location, to tell me all this. But to tell you the truth, I kind of already had a feeling. When we rehearsed the kiss, I could tell that there was more there on your end. You always seemed so carefree and happy after singing the songs, like a weight had been lifted off your shoulders."

Blaine sniffed, and looked at the boy.

"Am I really that obvious?" Xavier laughed and nodded.

"Yeah. Why do you think you get hurt at school? I've always tried to be there, and I figured out pretty quick why I had to be. People already know Blaine, I think they did before you did. But there are some who aren't quite as smart. And I think you need to tell them."

Blaine nodded, again, he was right. He was always right. Stupid always right gene.

"Yeah I do. Just, I don't know how. Or when exactly..."

"How about after you've gotten cleaned up?" He laughed, and twisted a free curl around his pinkie finger. "The monster has gotten loose from its gel chains." Blaine smiled.

"Yeah. Help me?"

"Sure thing, Hobbit."

SEE ME

CLAIRE

Hello?

PETER

Mother I need to talk to you

CLAIRE

Peter! Honey, I was just gonna call you

PETER

There's something that you need to know

CLAIRE

Gone a week, I miss you already

PETER

I'm just gonna spit it out

CLAIRE

How are rehearsals going?

PETER

You probably guessed it years ago

Still it's kinda hard to say

CLAIRE

Peter we're so excited about the play

PETER

It's something that I've spent so long not saying

CLAIRE

I called your father, he swore he'd be there

PETER

Sometimes it's on the tip on my tongue

But only spoken aloud, alone while I'm praying

CLAIRE

Well, I'd like to tape it but honestly Peter, I'm not gonna be one of those parents

PETER

Silence seemed the only way

CLAIRE

Peter, perhaps now isn't the best time

PETER

But now I understand its cost

CLAIRE

I'm taking Nana to lunch

PETER

I search for answers on my own

CLAIRE

She's so proud of you

PETER

And find that I'm completely lost,

Mom, please don't say anything else

Just listen – I don't know where to start

God,I can't get the words out

It's like they're all jumbled together

Mom, I love you and…

CLAIRE

Berkley took their wait list

When they called I almost died

Would you really go to Berkley?

I didn't know that you'd applied

PETER

Mom, please listen to me

CLAIRE

Where did Notre Dame go?

I didn't know that you withdrew

People will be disappointed

Have you really thought this through?

PETER

Mom this is important

Mom you need to listen

Mom don't shut me out here

Mom you need to see me

CLAIRE

Peter, please I'm so busy here

Let me call you later dear

PETER

God this is so hard to say

I need to know that I'm okay,

Mom, I'm…

CLAIRE

Peter, please, I need a break

Whatever it is will have to wait

I'm going to hang up now

I really need to hang up now

PETER

Don't hang up this took such courage

I'm dying here, I'm all alone

I know you know you know what I'm saying

Just let me tell you

Mom, I'm…

CLAIRE

Peter, please, I can't solve all your problems

PETER

Mother you know nothing of them,

And I'm not expecting you to find solutions,

Just be my Mom and my friend

See me

CLAIRE

I assure you I'm in no state of mind to discuss anything right now…

PETER

I've been waiting to tell you this since I was twelve

CLAIRE

Peter, I'm going to go now…

PETER

You don't want to hear it

You don't want to see me

Can't bear to see me

CLAIRE

Peter you tend to dramatize

PETER

There's a reason for that mother

Open your eyes

CLAIRE

Peter, please, I have to go now

I really need to go right now

I'll call you

PETER

When mom, when are you going to call?

CLAIRE

Soon, Peter, this week, this weekend…

PETER

We can work this out together

CLAIRE

Maybe before then you'll work whatever this is out…

PETER

This is always on my mind

CLAIRE

I have so much on my mind!

PETER

Please don't hang up

CLAIRE

I have to go.

PETER

Please see me

The next morning Blaine woke up early. It had been a stressful and emotional night. Xavier had helped him get cleaned up again, then they went back to dinner. After a quick 'are you okay' from the matriarch of the family, silence once again engulfed the table.

Dinner was finished, and the Hunter's left the Anderson house. Xavier also left, it was getting late, and his parents would be wanting him home soon.

"Call if you need, be strong, bare everything, and I'll talk to you in the morning okay?" Blaine had nodded, and the blond had left the Anderson household.

Being a Saturday, Blaine had expected to sleep in, but looking at his clock, he saw that it was only 7:15 am. Groaning, he rolled back over and tried to get back to sleep. Of course, his phone started to vibrate, and he had no choice but to at least look, if not respond to the text. His conscious wouldn't let him go back to sleep otherwise.

Looking at his phone, he saw that the text was from Xavier.

7:16pm

Hey, I know you spend Saturday mornings in bed, but I canceled my plans with Rose today so I'm free if you want to talk

!imagine!

Leave it to Xavier to do that for him. Now he had no choice but to tell his parents the truth. Xavier had cleared his whole day so that Blaine could talk to him. He would feel bad if that was for nothing.

Deciding he had a job to do, Blaine pushed his quilt aside, and climbed out of bed and padded into the bathroom. Looking in the mirror, he was appalled. His hair was going 20 more different directions then usual, and his face was still semi puffy from the tears the previous night.

He took down his face wash, and filled the sink with warm water. He washed his face, brush his teeth, and tried to control his hair. It didn't work very well, but a guy could try. Walking back to his room, he got out a comfy hoodie and jeans, slipping on a pair of sneakers last.

Blaine made his way out the door, and down the stairs into the more informal breakfast room that they had off the kitchen. His parents were already seated, and eating, his father with the morning newspaper, and his mother with the newest People magazine. 'I have to remember to grab that when she's done' he reminded himself. But then he realized that he was down this early on a mission.

"Mom, Dad?" He spoke getting their attention.

"Good morning darling. My, you are up early for a weekend. Are you okay? You gave us quite a fright last night."

"A fright? You embarrassed your mother and me Blaine. What do you have to say for yourself?"

"Well, I-"

"Zachary, don't be harsh with the boy. Matthew is my colleague, I should be the one to-"

"Clarissa, no. That is not the way the future of WaterPark Theme Parks should be acting. I didn't raise a wuss that would cry at the drop of a hat and run out of the room in the middle of a formal dinner. I am not being harsh, I am being a father."

"Mom, Dad, I-"

"Blaine, darling, please. Zachary, this is no way to treat your son! He was having a tough night I am sure."

"Clarissa, you have been making excuses for the boy for to long. I refuse to listen to them anymore, I refuse!" Zachary Anderson was standing up at this point, face red, fist on the table. "MY son is bright, athletic, handsome, and a ladies man! THAT child is not the son I have raised!"

"Well maybe if you had been home more, to be a better influence-"

"So this is my fault?"

Both Anderson parents were standing, Clarissa more calm then her husband, but still angry.

"YES! You were never there! From the day he was born, you have been off doing god knows what, leaving me to raise a child alone!"

"So you're complaining about the life I gave you? The house? The clothes? The society parties?"

"I have not done those things since right after Blaine was born, since I went back to wor-"

"I'M GAY!" Blaine yelled at the top of his lungs, dying to be heard. His parents both turned to look at him. His mother was pale, her mouth open slightly, her hand to her mouth. His father? He was furious. The veins were popping out of his forehead, and his face was getting redder by the moment.

"You are not my son." He said angrily and stormed out.

"Oh, Blaine" his mother breathed, and ran out after his father.

Sinking into a chair, Blaine tried to process what had just happened. His parents had a screaming match, he came out to them in a way he didn't want to, and he was pretty sure his father had just disowned him.

7:39pm

Hey, can you come pick me up? I need out of the house

~lovely

7:41

Be there in 10

!imagine!

TOUCH MY SOUL

IVY

Things I have don't last for long

Boys have come and boys have gone

I've grown accustomed

I never really cared too much; don't get attached

Because I know them and what they're after

I let them in, we make some noise

They let themselves out, that's their choice

Boys will be boys...

The phone won't ring and I become some antidote

And though I've had my fun, it gets lonely

But then came your kiss

And all I was missing was there in your eyes

Your lonely blue eyes

So please, say you'll stay

Say you'll never go away

My discarded heart has finally found a home

I know its love... you touch my soul

When I see you, I catch my breath;

Forget my sorrow

And I miss you before you've left

You are tomorrow

Here in your hands

I find a chance to make it through

To be somebody... Stay with me

I need your kiss

'Cause all I was missing was there in your eyes

Your lonely blue eyes

So please take my hand

Let me help you understand

Two searching hearts can rest and be made whole

I know its love... please let me touch your soul

Please let me touch your soul

JASON

I, um…

IVY

You…

JASON

(sighs)

IVY

Jason, listen, I know that it's early with us but, I just,

I just wanted you to know how I feel because I've

never felt this way before, have you?

JASON

Yeah… once.

I think you're such a special girl

I really mean that

And I know in a perfect world

I would love you

But what we have

It doesn't work, it isn't you

I swear, I promise

It's not about you

IVY

What do you mean?

JASON

I made a mistake, Ivy. I don't think we should see each other.

IVY

What? Jason just ignore everything that I just said, okay?

JASON

Maybe someday

I wish you, God, I felt that way

You have touched my soul

You'll never know, but now I have to go

Xavier was at Blaine's house within a matter of minutes, and in less than 30 minutes the two boys were at a coffee shop in a near by town.

"You have no idea Xav. Really. I went downstairs, all calm, ready to tell them. They seemed okay. Then they just flipped out on each other. I've never seen them yell at one another in my life! My LIFE Xav! And it's all my fault. I caused my parents' first fight."

His head fell onto his crossed arms that were sitting on the table, and groaned. Xavier 'tsked' at the younger boy, and patted his head.

"I'm sure it's not their first fight. And it's not your fault. It's not! And just remember, there is nothing wrong with you, nothing at all. You are not at fault here, Blaine."

The smaller boy began to silently let tears flow, but picked his head up. "Thanks Xavier."

"Anything for a friend."

Blaine smiled, but inside was breaking. He knew that he was lucky that Xavier didn't run away after his confession the night before, there was no way in the world that he was going to let him know that he had a crush on him. No, no way, not in a million years.

"Yeah, friends." Blaine mumbled under his breathe.

Xavier looked at the boy, tipped his head in question, but when Blaine kept stone faced, he figured he had been imagining it. Getting up, he threw a tip down on the table, and cocked his head to motion to the door for Blaine.

"Ready?"

"Yeah...umm, so I guess this is it?"

Xavier laughed. "Heck no! I said I was going to spend the say with you, and I swear on Dobby's grave, I'm going to spend the day with you."

Blaine laughed yet again at his random Harry Potter references, but walked out the door Xavier was holding open for him. The two boys got into the car, and Xavier started driving. Getting onto the highway, Blaine got confused.

"Where are we going?"

"San Francisco."

"Why?"

"Well...you just came out. San Francisco has a great theater community, and we can go, and you can see others who don't even care. Besides, we're going to visit my old school. I have some people that I want you to meet." Blaine couldn't do anything but sit back in his seat and enjoy the ride.

It was about an hour and a half to San Francisco, and the car ride there was filled with Disney sing-alongs, show tune battles, and running lines. Of course they ran lines, they were in a musical, they had no choice. It was second nature.

The landed in the Bay Area around noon.

"Are you hungry?" Xavier looked to Blaine, waiting for an answer.

"Yeah. You know any good Filipino places around here?"

"Know just the one. You're going to LOOOVE IT!" Xavier said in a very Dragon Tales-esque way. It was warm out, so they rolled down the windows, turned their music up a bit louder (but not to loud, they didn't want to be 'those people') and drove down the street.

Arriving at the restaurant a few minutes later, the boys were still laughing, and on a high from the car ride down. Since he knew the menu, and what was good there, Xavier ordered for both himself and Blaine.

Halfway through the meal, he spoke. "So, the food up to your standards?"

Blaine was in the middle of a bite, so simply nodded. Swallowing, and having his mouth be free of food again, he spoke. "It's great I love it." Xavier smiled, and they both went back to eating.

Random conversation was made, and finally they were done with their food.

"Okay, I texted my friend whilst-what?" Blaine was laughing.

"You sa-sa-said whilst!" He began to laugh uncontrollably, and people were beginning to stare.

"Yes, and?"

"It's a funny word!"

Xavier rolled his eyes, and went on with his speech. "SO, as I was saying, WHILE you were in the bathroom I texted my friend. We're going to meet him outside his dorm at UCSF, but we have to hurry. He only has a few hours between classes."

"Okay." Blaine said, trying not to giggle through his words. it was quite hard to keep his composure.

"And stop laughing before we get there! You're gay, not 4."

The boys got to the campus 10 minutes later, and started to walk towards the dorms. Suddenly, a tall boy in a white lab coat came rushing out the door, and was barreling towards them.

"Xavier!"

"Hey Jer!" The boys embraced in a hug, then Xavier turned to Blaine. "Blaine, this is my friend Jeremiah. Jer, this is Blaine."

"Hey dude."

"Hi." Blaine wasn't sure how to react to this friend of Xavier's.

"Okay, so enough with the formal crap. Jer, I brought Blaine down here 'cause I figured you're a good guy for him to talk to about some stuff."

Jeremiah's eyes opened wide, and he nodded his head vigorously. "Yeah! Over here, we can sit. You know, this is my favorite tree on the entire campus?"

"Really?" Blaine questioned him.

"No. I sit under so many trees I can't keep 'em straight. Anyway, since you're the first guy that Xavier has thought I can 'help'" he made air quotes "I'm assuming you're gay."

Blaine opened his mouth agape, and his eyes widened.

"Yeah, I know. I'm gay. I came out my senior year to my parents, Buddy Boy's freshman year. Luckily, I had already been accepted to UCSF's high school senior pre-med program, and was able to move onto campus. Xavier here was a good friend. He might have been a twerp, but a helpful twerp. I haven't been able to detach myself from the bugger yet." He said this with a smile and nudged Xavier playfully.

Blaine felt a surge of envy run through his body. He wasn't sure if Xavier was gay or not, but if he was, this guy was definitely number one on his list. Blaine would have to accept defeat to even another guy. Great. But wait, this guy was here to help. Xavier wanted him to get help, and it sounded like this kid had maybe been through some of it before.

"I figured out I was gay a few months ago. I came out to Xavier last night, and my mom and dad this morning. They kind of-" Blaine searched for the word "flipped, I guess you could say. My dad pretty much disowned me, and my mom ran after him, which kinda tells me she's with him. I expect to be shipped off when I get home. Especially for running off like this. I didn't even leave a note to tell them I was going out today."

Jeremiah nodded, as if he understood. Well, he did understand.

"Look, Blaine, it's tough. The world is cruel. Bullies are cruel. And parents can be the worst bullies, even if they don't realize it. I just started talking to my mom a few months ago, and my dad still refuses to speak to me. It takes time, and I'm not saying it gets better. In fact, I'm going to tell you right now that it gets worse. But you didn't come here to hear that. You came for advice, and that's what you'll get. My roommate, Remy, he's gay. He was lucky, his parents accepted him. But the kids at school didn't. He got death threats daily. He was pushed, and shoved, and called 'queer' and 'faggot'.

"He looked up schools, and found one that has a zero tolerance policy. It's Dalton Academy for Boys, in Westerville, Ohio. It's a long way from home I know, but they give out a bunch of scholarships. If your parents do kick you out, give 'em a call. Explain yourself. They might be able to help. I don't know anyone there, nor am I on the board. I obviously can't guarantee anything. But I can suggest, which is what this is. I'm not saying run away from the problem. I'm saying save yourself, find solace in a place where you'll be safe."

Blaine nodded. There was so much information that Jeremiah had just spouted out to him. Getting kicked out? Dalton Academy? Ohio? But he had a point. There was a chance that-no, he didn't want to think about that. He couldn't.

Xavier was the first to speak. "Thanks Jer. You have to get to class, and we've gotta get going. We'll talk later?"

"Yep, without fail. Blaine, never feel like you can't email me or whatever. And Xav, give the kid my Skype name. He might need someone to talk to." All three boys smiled and said their final goodbyes. Blaine and Xavier walked to the car in silence.

Getting in, the boys were quiet. It had been an emotional day thus far, and they both needed some calmness. The entire ride home was filled with a silence. Neither boy felt the need to talk, until they pulled into Blaine's driveway that evening.

"Thanks for taking me out for the day."

"Anytime. And I'm always here, I understand."

Blaine looked at Xavier then, undid his seat belt. Before opening the door and exiting the car, he looked at Xavier once more. He saw compassion, and worry, and so many mixed emotions in his eyes. After today, Blaine still wasn't sure what exactly Xavier was. But his body didn't care.

Without thinking, Blaine slowly moved to Xavier, and pressed a soft kiss to the other boy's lips. Xavier flew back, up against the drivers door, separating himself and Blaine.

"Ummm, Blaine? I'm not gay."

Blaine didn't know what to say. He was to shocked at the fact that he had just kissed Xavier.

"I'm-I'm I'm sorry!" Blaine threw open the car door, and slammed it shut again as he ran into his house. Xavier put his fingers up to his lips, and questioned. Blaine had just kissed him. How was he going to explain this one to Rosemarie?

A QUIET NIGHT AT HOME

A quiet night at home

Silent night

A joy to pass a quiet night at home

A quiet night at home

All my friends are gone

And once again I find myself alone

A quiet night at home

Just me and my good Shepard

He and I Can count a million sheep

A quiet night at home

Filling up that time

Till finally I get to sleep

A quiet night at home

Mothers worried glances

Take my hand smile sadly sigh

Words of wisdom

Talks of ships and princes

Soothing sagas laced with loving eyes

Sadness

Who me sad

A quiet night at home

My favorite place

Honey it'll be okay

Slim down dear things will change

For after all you've such a pretty face

A quiet night at home

Play my siren song

Attracting none my ship just wont come in

Clinging to the rigid rock of ages

Never ever even get the chance to sin

Passing two productive hours

Tearing through a hundred pages

What a tale of star crossed lovers?

Life is lived on other stages

Pain adores me

God ignores me

Always thinking, thinking

Sinking never dancing

Never asked and asking why

Why then never, never cry?

Far to clever

Big girl

Big girl

Ships and princes

All gone home

Alone again

Again alone

A quiet night at home

With thoughts of why

A quiet night at home

Spent getting by

Blaine entered the house quietly, hoping his parents were already on the third level of the house, in their suite. No such luck. Both his mother and father were sitting on the sofa in the living room, seemingly waiting for Blaine to come home.

"Blaine, where in the world have you been? I've been worried sick about you all day! I go up to your room this morning to check on you and you're gone! I find your cell phone laying on your bed, and you're missing! I thought you were kidnaped, or worse!"

"We spend all this money on a phone for you, and you don't take it with you. Just another way you're irresponsible."

"Zachary, shush. Blaine, your father does have a point. We pay for your phone, we expect you to have it with you. And to tell us where you're going when and if you leave!"

"But don't expect that soon boy." Blaine looked at his father in confusion. "You're done. This family is done with you. I will not tolerate a son who is a fag. If you decide to straighten up and become a real Anderson man, I will consider it. But as of right now, I'm done with you."

Blaine's mother began to cry, but spoke through the tears. "Blaine darling, your father wants you gone. I do not. Therefore we have come up with a compromise. Boarding school. You will go to school, and board there. You will no longer live with us. We will pay for schooling up until you graduate, as our duty as parents. After that, you will need to support yourself."

"And don't expect any of the family money. You're no loner family. I would kick you out to the curb with all the other queers if your mother would allow it."

Blaine waited silently, waiting for anything else. Neither of his parents spoke, so he decided it was his turn.

"Dalton. It's in Ohio. Westerville. It's an all boys school. They have a glee club, they have a drama team, and they have a zero tolerance policy. I want to go to Dalton."

His mother gave a slight smile, but his father continured to glare at him, then bellowed. "So you want to go to a school for gays, and you expect me to pay for it? Not a fu-"

"Zachary! Blaine, we will pay for Dalton if that is where you wish to go. We shall make the arrangements on Monday. As for right now, please go to your room, and stay there. Olga will bring you meals, and have your mini bar restocked so that you have no reason to venture onto the main floor."

Great, so now he was being exiled to the second floor. But he supposed it was better than what his father wanted, which was to throw him out completely. Just like Jeremiah's parents.

All he could do was stare at his parents, then make his way up the stairs to the second floor. It took everything in his being not to flop onto his bed and cry. Instead he went into the screening room and placed all six Harry Potter movies in his DVD changer, and hit play all. He made it through Hermione busting into Harry and Ron's compartment before he lost it. He had lost Xavier. He was being kicked out by his parents. He didn't have very many friends to begin with, and he was sure none of them would be to pleased with his new confession.

He was alone.

WONDERLAND

MATT

Ivy's birthday's in a week

I want to get her something...

LUCAS

Matt...

NADIA

How about a pair of faker boobs?

An STD she hasn't had?

TANYA

You should throw her a surprise

NADIA

We'll help you make it uppercrust

MATT

Well, maybe something small...you'll help?

NADIA

Oh, Matthew...where's the trust?

IVY

Trust for what?

NADIA

That you've done smut

MATT

Oh, we're just talking about the rave

LUCAS

(waving bags of drugs) I made the snacks

TANYA

I've got the guide

IVY

I guess we're set

LUCAS

We need a ride

TANYA

The church's van

PETER

You have the keys

MATT

So I should steal it?

TANYA

Borrow!

IVY

Please?

LUCAS

Why not?

MATT

Where do I begin?

KYRA

It's all we got

LUCAS

One little sin

Come to wonderland where "never" never finds you

Your one enchanted night of dreams disguised in swirling lights

Ten thousand friends to make an ecstasy of motion

You're floating, rolling, free to drown in possibility

MATT

How far away is this rave?

LUCAS

Just make sure the tank is full

TANYA

Just come

MATT

This map is kinda vague

LUCAS

When we're close we'll feel the pull

JASON

I have some clothes that you can wear

MATT

And what is that supposed to mean?

TANYA

You look like a million bucks

Wear something cheaper to the scene

MATT

There's no way to cross this road

PETER

I think the map is upside down

LUCAS

Our parents had it easier

The disco didn't move around

KYRA

Yeah, but who can groove to that?

And what's with spelling with your hands?

(motions YMCA)

IVY

Could you ever see them rolling?

EVERYONE

God, they'd never understand

Off to wonderland where "never" never finds you

For one enchanted night of dreams disguised in swirling lights

Ten thousand friends to make an ecstasy of motion

You're floating, rolling, free to drown in possibility

LUCAS

Now, there's more than one way to feel alive

That's why the party never ends

Though 'X' is still the treat of choice

I brought along some friends

Boys and girls our show today

Is brought to you by the letters 'G' and 'K'

MATT

What?

LUCAS

G and K fool!

There both intense

They enhance your X experience!

NADIA

Professor-

LUCAS

Exhibit A:

'K'! Powder, white, and what a roll

But take too much and beware the hole

The 'K' Hole is a lonely prison

Echoed words and tunnel vision

This much, heaven's where you're headed

More, and you'll regret it!

Exhibit B:

'G'! Liquid, clear, a bitter treat

You're rolling smooth this shit is sweet

Two capful's the most you take

Any more's a big mistake

This much after 'X' - well fed!

More than that, my friends? You're dead

It's fun for all and all for fun

But keep in mind rule number one:

They say, like X, this shit has limits

Play the game, but please stay in it...

(to Matt)Are you in or not?

MATT

Oh, what time?

LUCAS

We'd have to leave by nine...

NADIA

Come on it'll be fun!

MATT

Well I don't know, maybe...

(they try to convince him, Jason whispers to Ivy to give it a try)

IVY

Maybe?

MATT

Alright I'll go

[Everyone cheers but Ivy kisses him on the cheek]

PETER

Can I borrow this for tonight?

JASON

Yeah but I don't think you're going to be wearing it that long.

PETER

Promise?

JASON

If you're lucky…

Blaine stepped off the plane in Ohio on Tuesday afternoon, and was driven to Dalton. His father had called Monday morning and had gotten him accepted immediately. His things were packed within a few hours with the help of Olga, and shipped out that night. Blaine spent his last day in California in his room, alone.

But now, entering the campus, he suddenly felt so much better. There were boys all in uniform, look, there was a couple now, holding hands! And people were just passing by, not bothering to notice at all.

Blaine, decked out in Dalton wear, ready to take on the world, and ready to bare.