Blaine's POV, which I've been dying to do! Hope you like it.
I unlocked the heavy oak door slowly, trying to keep silent but as soon as I stepped into the hallway the familiar barks of my bevloved Xavier rang out like a shot.
"Xavie! Shhh," I hissed but it was too late.
"Blaine? Blaine is that you?" My mother appeared around the corner from the kitchen, her long Italian curls were pinned up in a messy fashion that told me she was dealing with something stressful.
"Yeah, what's going on?" She stopped playing with her hands and smiled calmly.
"How old are you Blaine? 17? Haven't you learnt what Thanks Giving means in this household yet?" I hated when she asked me so many rhetorical questions, it was her way of silencing me, "want something to eat?"
"Umm sure…" My heart bolted into my throat, if there was something Alyssia Anderson was good at it was pretending to be calm when she was two seconds away from snapping necks. "Dad home?"
"Not yet," she glanced at the watch on her wrist and the same time I pulled out my phone to answer a text from David; 20:34, "soon though." I awkwardly sat up at the bar as my Mom pulled out one of her cake dishes and pushed it towards me, one of the best things about her Italian heritage was her cooking talent, patisserie being her specialty. She spun a plate towards me and sat down softly next to me, "it's Battenberg, your favourite," she smiled softly as she pulled the dish lid of and showed me her handiwork. Shit.
"Thanks Mom," the silence deepened as she cut particularly large slices for us both, "so you want to talk about today?"
"Look Blaine I'm not angry but I am a little disappointed in you, you can't just leave school whenever you feel like it, especially not since you just went back! You know it's been very difficult with your Father over all this lately and…" She sighed, "I really think you need to start reevaluating your life choices."
"You're never going to learn are you?" I tried to keep my voice calm but it shook slightly, "you're never going to love me enough to see past whatever he's told you."
"Blaine don't talk about your Father like that! Or me for that matter! We're trying to help you!"
"By saying it was my choice? I certainly do not remember the day I gave the universe permission to make my life a misery if I wanted to be in love!" I jumped off the stool before spinning round sharply, "my fiancé Kurt and his Father Burt are coming round for dinner on Saturday, if you could drug Dad that would be great."
I walked away from her feeling like a crappy son, I shouldn't be shouting at her but if she wouldn't stand up for herself then I would stand up to her. I stared at the piano for a few seconds before shutting the doors and sitting down, my Mom knew never to come in when I was playing unless it was vital.
"Blaine where the hell have you been? You haven't called in a week! We called up your 'school' and they told us you were taking personal time off?" I hadn't even made my way through the porch when my Dad started screaming at me, his eyes were comically small and his hands were flying around with a dangerous lack of awareness. "What the fuck Blaine! Talk to me!" I look up and my Mom was standing a few feet behind, her hands twisting in each other and her eyes scanning me for an external damage, if only she knew.
"I've… I've been busy…" I tried to make myself move but I couldn't, Xavier nudged my hand and tears started to fall down my face.
"Oh Blainers!" My Mom started to rush forward but was caught by my Dad's strong arm.
"Why are you crying?" He growled angrily, expression of weakness was a capital crime to my Dad, "I bet its that faggot you've been spending all your time with isn't it?" My Mom's gasp just wasn't enough reaction and I fell to the ground unable to stand.
"Can you just not? Not today Dad…" I was barely making any sound but my throat was raw.
"Blaine what happened?" My Mom had finally wriggled past my Dad and gently placed her hands on my knees, "you look terrible."
"She died Mom," I whimpered helplessly, "and I wasn't there, I wasn't there for him and now she's-" I fell into her arms and she hushed and rocked slowly, my whole body giving up and for the first time in days beginning to relax until-
"Who the fuck is 'she'?" I felt my Mom take a calming breath at John's spectacular lack of care for my feelings.
"Blaine, answer your Father," her soft Italian tones soothing the words from my mouth.
"Our… daughter."
The music grew louder and more desperate as that night flooded back through the dam that I had tried to build over the last month, but denial was never going to keep it out. My parents' faces, my Dad shouting, my Mom not knowing how to react, my lungs failing to work, being unable to speak more than two words without crying…
"You'll break it if you play like that," his deep voice had stopped being comforting around age 12 and now it filled me with dread; my hands automatically stopped playing. "So is there a reason you're home on a Monday night or what?"
"Nothing you would care about," I replied coolly, idly tapping on the keys as softly as I could manage; that had become our code for everything related to my sexuality and Kurt.
"Just keep yourself in line OK? Dalton isn't going to keep on giving you chances," he sounded tired so I glanced up and found his suit was half undone and his hair was far from immaculate.
"Why is everyone so on edge this year?" I asked innocently, "Mom made Battenberg." He chuckled gruffly and the familiar sense of pride at actually evoking a positive reaction from my Dad rose in my chest.
"Your 'Ma is coming, that's enough to send anyone a little loopy right? Plus she staying a bit longer this year…"
"What?" Fear spread through my body faster than a forest fire, "why? How much longer?"
"She's coming Wednesday and leaving Sunday," he pinched the bridge of his nose like I did and sighed deeply, "why she can't go and see your uncle for once I have no fucking clue." He began to rant about how Uncle Michael never got stuck with his Mother but I couldn't really listen, Tabitha always left on Friday, Saturday morning if she was desperate but… Sunday?
"Dad she has to be gone on Saturday." I didn't mean to say but once I had I couldn't take it back.
"Why?" He squared himself and stared at me hard.
"Because…" I swallowed and straightened myself up, "Kurt and his Dad are coming for dinner on Saturday and I want you to meet them, civilly, but she can't. It will be awful." My Dad just looked at me for a bit, a very confused look on his deeply lined forehead, which just emphasized how much his job had aged him at just 48.
"You… You asked him, here, for dinner? Blaine what the fuck is wrong with you? Did too much cock make you stupid?" I winced at his slurs but didn't say anything, "Jesus fucking Christ Blaine, you can't ask your boyfriend round to family dinner!"
"He's not my boyfriend, he's my fiancé." John Anderson did not know how to take that sentence so he left the room, he just left me sitting there at the piano feeling like the rejected ten year old me had the first moment I realised my Dad would never love me. A couple minutes later he reentered the room with a glass of whiskey, filled nearly to the brim and looked at me firmly.
"You, you need this weekend more than I thought. I will have dinner with this… primitive and his sinful son but don't count on it being pleasant and as for your Grandmother, well lets hope she doesn't have a stroke or something."
"We're here for you Blaine," Wes said softly once I finally managed to get the words out, "got that?"
"We're here for you Blaine," Wes said from across my room as I got dressed for dinner, "got that?"
"It… I just don't know what to do anymore," I whimpered roughly into his shoulder.
"I just don't know what to do anymore," I growled into the mirror as I tried to perfect my bowtie, something Kurt could do with his eyes closed.
"Just breathe, you can't make this go away but you can't pretend like you have to do this alone," David's voice was somber and mature for once, "you and Kurt need each other to get through this."
"Just breathe, you can't make this go away but you can't pretend like you have to do this alone," David said from his laptop, "you and Kurt can get through this together."
"Don't you sometimes get this incredible sense of déjà vu?" Wes laughed as he watched me struggle with my clothes, "we're such good friends."
"You guys are the best," I smiled and decided to leave my outfit be because I really wasn't going to get much better without Kurt here. "If only you could come with me," I hinted sweetly and the two boys just laughed.
"No way, you're not the only one with a bat-shit crazy relatives coming for this ridiculous holiday," Wes sighed unhappily.
"But you're Asian?" The genuine confusion in David's voice made me snicker slightly.
"Yeah I know, apparently my Grandmother wants to 'experience American festivities,' who the fuck taught her the word 'festivities' anyway?" I giggled and pulled out my phone.
Hey baby, good luck for tonight, call me later? Xxx – k
"I gotta go, see you guys on Monday?" They nodded and wished me good luck, we weren't coming back to school till Wednesday but we all agreed we needed a sanity break after the weekend.
I walked out of Dalton into the sharp November air, the sky was tinted with purple and had I not been off to be abused by my Grandmother for five days I would have taken a few moments to admire it. I caught sight of the navy Bentley and took a deep shaky breath.
If I die tonight, remember I died in pain… so much pain. xxx – B
You're such a drama queen! You underestimate just how Dalton you can be. Xxx – K
My Mom is applying her 23rd coat of lipstick and we're not even at the restaurant yet. Xxx – B
How about you just update me and I'll reply if it's urgent… Then Skype me when you get home :) xxx – K
8:21: Lazy whore. Fine, prepare for some major freaking out!
8:23: Fuck, fuck, my Mom just snapped at me for texting so much.
8:24: they're going to be here any minute! I swear I'm having a heart attack Kurt, this is urgent!
8:24: Okay maybe not but still!
8:27: I keep forgetting you're not replying, holy shit… she's here.
8:28: The first thing she asked was "have you been praying?" Kill me. Now.
8:30: You know I don't think dinner on Saturday is such a good idea…
8:32: Shut up Blaine, we're coming xxx – K
8:52: She's asked me if I've found a girlfriend eight times, she wants to set me up with someone…
9:02: Mental note, reminding her your gay: bad idea.
9:04: This silence in painful, my Mom has the giggles.
9:19: The duck is really good here; we should come… sans crazy family. It might be nice.
9:24: Oh my god.
9:24: What? Xxx – K
9:26: Blaine? Xxx – K
9:33: OK you're scaring me now xxx – K
9:47: Please, please don't come round on Saturday.
In my head G'ma Anderson is a major bitch lol which I will show. Had fun with the texting, opinions?
