Short Glee Fanfic 2

Blaine Anderson stared up at the one place in the world he had never wanted to return to. He leant against the door of his 1957 Pontiac, the second hand car he had bought from Kurt's Dad, and looked up at the building. His eyes scanned over the white picket fence, the cream two-storey house, the large wooden door, and finally, the brass door knocker that rested on it. It was a familiar house. A house he had not seen in over two years. It was his parents house in Westerville. And Blaine Anderson was dead scared.

As Blaine slowly made his way through the fence and walked up to the front door. He admired the flowers that were lining the pathway. His mother must still have a passion for Petunias. He reached the door and felt the nerves rise up inside him. This was a bad idea. His last night in that house had been terrifying. Blaine was then about to turn back and sprint towards his car, but something stopped him. It had been two years. Perhaps they had changed. Despite, his gut instict, Blaine knew he had to face his fears. He knocked on the door. A couple of seconds, later, a woman answered the door. She had long dark brown hair and eyes that were identical to Blaine's. Blaine looked at his mum.

"Hello Mother," He said, his face expressionless.

"Blaine!" Mary Anderson looked taken aback. She attempted to hug him, but Blaine held up his hand to stop her. She was not getting a hug from him.

"May I come in?" he asked.

"Of course," Mary stepped aside an let her son pass.

As Blaine walked into the house, he noticed a few things different about the place. There had been

new carpet put in, he glanced to his left and saw that the kitchen had been renovated. As Blaine entered the living room he noticed a selection of photographs on top of the TV cabinet. Some of various relatives, a picture of his fathers football team at college, and one large one in the front. It was a picture of his older brother, Daniel. He was almost like an older and very much taller version of Blaine. Blaine chuckled. There was no picture of him. Typical.

Blaine's dad was sitting on the couch, reading the weekend paper. He was a tall man, whose dark hair was staring to turn grey.

"Who was that at the door Mary?" Albert Anderson said, barely taking his eyes from his paper.

Blaine cleared his throat. "Hello Father,"

Albert slowly lowered the paper, until he was looking his son directly in the eyes.

"What the devil are you doing here?"

"Lovely to see you too," Blaine thought. He sat down in the opposite couch, and his mother sat next to her husband. They were waiting for him to speak.

"Well I just thought I better drop in and let you know that I don't go to Dalton anymore," Blaine said.

"Oh," Mary said.

"Yes I've transferred to William Mckinley High, in Lima," his parents both said nothing. "I just thought you might want to know." Blaine got up to leave. "Thank you for your time,"

"Wait," Albert help up his hand. "Sit." Blaine lowered himself onto the couch. "You have much to answer to young man. Two years ago, you left this house with a bag. Full of clothes, I presume. Two days later, I got a voicemail at work, saying that you had been accepted into Dalton Academy, on scholarship. A few months later, we expected to see you at Christmas, and yet, there was no sign of you. Not a word. Your mother, brother and I hoped that you would come home for the summer, but again, another no-show. The next year was the same. Now what do you have to say about that!"

Blaine sighed. This was going to take a long time.

"The last night I ever spent in this house was the most terrified I have ever been in my whole life. My own father, beating the crap out of me for being gay. And you just stood there, watching!" He was talking to his mother now. Blaine did not wait for her response, but just kept talking. "So I packed and left. Yes there were clothes in that bag, as well as my iPod and computer. I ran. I didn't care where I was going. Anywhere would have better than here. I eventually made my way to Dalton. The staff there understood my situation and took me in. I was already getting bullied pretty heavily at school, and Dalton provided a sanctuary against all that. As for not being home at Christmas, I has called you a couple of times about it, but I got no reply."

"Look, Blaine," it was Mary who said this. "We don't have to go through this, it's all in the past now."

"No," Blaine was determined. "We're settling this now. This was not a home to me. Home is a place where you feel safe. A place that you can come back to at the end I the day and not be judged or physically hurt. I was terrified when I lived here. Did you know how much it took for me to even come here, two years later?"

Blaine thought he saw a tear escape from his mothers eyes, but he forced himself to continue.

"After you didn't call I just presumed that you two didn't want anything to do with me. I had friends at school, and some of them were staying over the holidays to, so I hung out with them."

There was a pause. It was Mary who broke the silence.

"Well," she said. "Now that you're not at boarding school, I expect you'll want to move back here. We turned your room into my study, but we can sort some things out."

"No thanks Mother, I already have a place to stay,"

"Oh really now," Albert said as leant back in the couch. Blaine was angry now. No more Mister Nice Guy.

"Yes," he said more aggressively. "I have moved in with my boyfriends family. They gave me their spare room. Yes, I have a boyfriend." he added, and his father looked angry. Despite of this, Blaine continued.

"He's called Kurt, and he and I met at Dalton, he was there for a few months. He and his step-brother go to Mckinley." he paused. "You seemed disappointed." Blaine frowned at his parents.

"Well," his father fidgeted. "We sort of hoped that this gay thing would just be a phase you were going through."

Blaine leapt to his feet. "So I'm gay! What's the big deal! Lots of kids are, and their parents don't have a problem with them! You two are just so narrow minded, that you think that my sexuality is shameful or embarrassing or whatever! And I'm sick of it! And I don't want to live in a house full of homophobes. Blaine fished into his pocket and pulled out a small piece of paper and threw it onto the coffee table.

"What's that?" said Albert.

"It's my new phone number. I would appreciate it if you could please give it to Daniel." he was the only one of them that he regretted not staying in touch with.

"He's at college now," it was Mary who said this. "Yes, we'll see he gets it."

"Thank you,"

College. That would make sense. Daniel was two years older than Blaine, and therefore, nineteen now. He started to walk towards the door, when his motor ran up to him.

"Blaine, feel free to come back whenever your ready, or visit anytime!" she said.

Blaine nodded, but they both knew that Blaine would never come back. Albert and Mary had lost their son forever.

"Goodbye Mother," Blaine said the door. "Father." he nodded towards Albert, who was still sitting on the couch, then left the house for the last time.

Mary stood there for a few moments. Then it hit her.

"We just lost our son," she turned on her husband. He ignored her and continued reading the paper. "And he's never coming back. And it's because of us." her voice cracked. "I hope you know that." Mrs Anderson walked away.

Blaine sat in his car, resting his head against the steering wheel. It felt good to get that over with. He did not know whether he would ever see his parents again, but he was settling into the Hummel family now, and they were enough of a family for him. Maybe in a few years, Blaine's parents would realise what they had done to their son was wrong, and maybe try to reach out to him. But it didn't really matter to Blaine, because he had a boyfriend who he loved, a safe home, and people in his life who loved and respected him for who he was. Blaine Anderson was happy. Then he remembered that he was supposed to be meeting Kurt at Lima Bean in ten minutes and it took at least half an hour to drive to Lima from Westerville. Blaine texted Kurt.

Hey you - I'm running a bit late! Sorry! Be there in 30. -B xx

He got a reply almost instantly.

That's okay! Can't wait to see you there! -K 3

I can't wait to see you too! -B xx

You seem awfully happy. -K 3

That's because I am! -B xx