Disclaimer: I do not own Blaine. FOX and Glee do.
Just a little something I thought of at school. Enjoy.
Blaine was in fifth grade when he and his year were invited to the school dance. In preparation, Blaine mother took him out shopping. The event produced a small black dinner jacket to wear over a crisp white shirt. Delighted, Blaine's mother made him put on the formal wear, and parade around the lounge, proudly showing off how smart he looked. Blaine's daddy gazed on proudly, gruffly saying how nice he looked. Blaine grinned at the compliment – his daddy didn't give him too many.
The night of the dance was scary for Blaine. Leading up to it, boys and girls were asking who wanted to dance with whom. Boys began asking girls to 'go round with them'. Blaine was really confused. He just wanted to eat lots of candy and dance a little crazy.
So when Blaine's mother was slipping his jacket on proudly, he tentatively voiced the question that had been plaguing his dreams for the past few nights.
"Mommy, do I have to dance with anyone?"
Blaine's mother paused, her soft curls hanging in her face. She was close enough to Blaine that he could smell her perfume. It was light and sweet, and smelt kind of like lavenders.
Blaine loved lavenders.
"You can dance with whoever you like," she said, a small smile on her face.
"Really? So I don't have to dance?" He asked, peering up at her.
Se swept as hand over her face, tucking stray ringlets behind her ear.
"Nope, but I'm sure you want to. You always burn that floor up!"
Blaine giggled, and twirled in his new jackets.
"Thanks Mom!" he called as he ran down the steps.
Blaine's mother just smiled, the look in her eyes almost sad as she realised how fast her son was growing up.
Seven years had passed since that night, but Blaine still remembered. He remembered how he had fretted over dancing, or more importantly, who to dance with. It seemed a cruel joke that he was doing the same thing now.
Blaine glanced in the mirror, and tried in vain to straighten his crooked tie. He huffed out a breath in anger, before hearing a small tap at the door.
"Come in," he called.
"It's just me," his mother said while entering.
The seven years had not been easy on her. Creases lined her face and her once luscious brown hair was now speckled with grey. However, her eyes never lost the kind touch they had for as long as Blaine could remember.
His mother came over, and straightened his tie with her long delicate fingers. When she finished, she took a step back ad motioned for him to turn around.
"You look so handsome."
Blaine smiled, "I'm glad you think so."
"My baby boy, all grown up," she said proudly, tears in her eyes, as she pulled him in for a hug.
Blaine smelt the sweet scent of lavenders, something that had never changed over the many years.
With his face surrounded by her hair, his whispered, "Mom, would you mind if I danced with a boy?"
She didn't pull back like he expected her too. If anything, she hugged him tighter.
"Of course not. You can dance with whoever you like."
Blaine pulled back so he could look her in the eyes.
"Would you mind if I was gay?" he whispered softly.
His mother raised a hand and stroked his jaw – the jaw that had grown so defined in the past few years. It was one of the signs her boy had grown up.
"Of course not, darling. I'll love you no matter who you love."
Blaine bit his lip, and pulled her back into a hug, his tears threatening to spill over.
"Thanks, Mom"
"It's my pleasure, honey."
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