A/N: So, suprise. It has been a while since I have posted anything and i'm sure a lot has changed but I love having this outlet to post my feelings and I really love writting. This is a POV for Blaine. In this story he never met Kurt and stayed at Dalton through high school and is now in college in New York. Im excited for this story and I hope my followers are happy to see that I posted something.
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee, but my butt does own these jeans i'm wearing, oh wait, I'm not wearing jeans.
You ever get that whirling in your eyes? Where the tears meet the world, and no matter how fast you blink your vision becomes blurred again? So you just lay by the window staring out at the rain with the pointless tears on your face sinking down your face?
And why? Because life's fucking hard. Plan and simple. All the unanswered questions about life killed me. Who am I? What does this all mean? Is there a god? An afterlife? A point? A meaning?
Anything?
Times like right now, no. Nothing meant anything and anything meant nothing. I was left with nothing. I was lonely. Pained, tortured. Freshman year of college was not like I planned. I was unloved. I was barely eating and in a cramped apartment barely paying for even the cheapest necessities. Even with a scholarship and a job I had no money and no one would want to room with a fag.
I was always so lonely. New York was supposed to be great. Everyone at Dalton knew I was going to make it to the big time but I was so poor I didn't even have a clock to tell me when the 'big time' was. I felt cold. It was just me and my Blue Power Ranger blanket that I got when I was seven. The last memory of my parents.
My grandparents raised me after that and they did their job. What more could I ask for? I guess I hoped they'd talk to me. Make me feel better. The Anderson's had never been ones to show compassion. My parents were amazing. Gave me everything I wanted and more. Always talked to me.
Dad taught me how to tie a Bow-tie when I was only were a cookie-cutter family. Everything was right and good. They say every day there is good weather the severity of the storm grows. Our family had a long string of days with 'good weather' and the severity of the storm was that compared to a tornado or hurricane. My life had become much like Oregon, a rainstorm every day. Only briefly was there a nice day and even then it was gloomed by clouds.
Right now seemed to be the worst; I couldn't tell which was producing more water; the clouds, or my eyes. At times I wished Peter Pan was gay and that he would come barging through my window and taking me to Neverland where I could stay young forever and love forever. I guess it was too late to thing my Peter Pan would ever show up. Though staring out the window looking out at the city I couldn't help but feel some accomplishment. I made it to New York, and I got a scholarship. I just knew that I would find love soon. My first boyfriend had to be lurking somewhere in this city. After all, this is the city of dreams.
A/N: I know my chapters as usual are short. I just can't write long chapters. Please review so I know if I want to continue with this story or if I should start anew. I love you all and it's good to be back!