Chapter 1- Introduction
A/N: Hey everyone! This is a fanfic that is completely Blaine-centric. This is just the beginning, and the chapters will get longer, but I suck at starting stories. It will get better when I get the ball rolling. So just sit back, relax, and make sure to review, anything helps. Chapter 2 will be posted soon!
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee. If I did the show would still be on, Cory would be alive, and they would be back in high school. Oh, and the cast would put on a concert for me every night.
Ever since I could remember I have always been different. I wore my hair a different way, I liked different clothes, different music, I never fit in. But then I realized that life isn't all about how perfectly you fit into its little puzzle. It's all about how you stand out, and how you are special.
I am Blaine Devon Anderson. And this is my story
I grew up in Lima, Ohio with my parents and my brother Cooper. We were rich, to put it lightly. My father was the CEO of some major company, which left us pretty well off in the money department. My mom, Pam, is great. She can be a little interesting at times, but she has always loved me. So is my brother. Cooper was everything I wasn't. Cool, popular, oh yeah, and straight. But we'll get to that part later.
Then there is my father. Devon Anderson the strong willed, loud mouth, Christian, white Republican you would expect to find in Northwest Ohio. He works hard, I'll give him that. But he only works hard at one thing, and that's work. He doesn't work to keep a healthy relationship with Mom, or Coop, or me. He doesn't work hard to become more accepting or people who are different than him. And that will always be his downfall.
Anyway, enough rambling about my dad. This is my story, not his. Where do I even start? I guess the beginning. A lot of things set me apart from other young boys. The list includes but isn't limited to my over gelled hair, my sweater vests, and my bow ties. But one big thing is the music. Music has been a part of my life forever. I don't remember when I first feel head over heels in love with it, but it has made me who I am today. Music helped me, but also hurt me. Because my musical interests were not always what were considered popular, I got bullied. But I would choose singing a good Katy Perry song over being on the top of the social pyramid any day. But to fully understand my story, we'll go back to 8th Grade, when it all started.