Summer before Sophomore Year

Camp had been horrible. Worse than ever, really, and the ride home with his dad… Blaine just needed to get away. To not think about that night… Well, those nights if he got technical.

He was upset. He was really, really upset. He may have never been more upset in his life, if he was completely honest. Then again, he'd been on this whole complete honesty kick lately judging by the amount of truths that he had told David and Wes recently. Or maybe the amount of truths that he had told David and Wes recently. Or maybe that was more him needing someone, needing someone to understand, needing them to know him and not just who he appeared to be to outside people.

He almost regretted telling them about the camps—almost, because he had been sure that Wes was going to call protective services. In fact, he'd spent nearly three hours trying to downplay the entire camp in an attempt to deter the call. Had Wes really believed his downplays and under-exaggerations? Probably not, but Wes had never seen Blaine like that and he'd relented—grudgingly, though.

So now Blaine was about to go and ruin it. He hadn't cried. He knew once he saw them, though, that it would be like a dam breaking. He'd done so well holding it in for six weeks but he just couldn't anymore. He needed to cry, he needed someone to listen, and he needed a hug. Several hugs.

The walk to Wes' house took ages and by the time he'd made it, both Wes and David were already seated outside on the porch and waiting for him.

"Blainers!" Wes cried happily, running over and dramatically throwing his arms around him. "David, our child has returned home to us from Hogwarts!"

"How was it, Blaine?" David asked, coming over.

Blaine shrugged one shoulder and then looked between both of them before bursting into loud tears.

"Shit." Wes said, arms falling from around Blaine in shock. "Blaine?"

"What happened? What did they do?" David asked, putting his hand on Blaine's shoulder.

"I-I-I'm s-so stupid!" Blaine sobbed, not even able to find it in himself to be embarrassed for actin so childish.

"Blaine, what happened?" D avid repeated gently. "What happened?"

"What happened? What did they do?" David asked, putting his hand on Blaine's shoulder.

"I h-h-had sex." Blaine choked out, shoulders shaking violently. "I g-got d-drunk and didn't k-know what was g-going on a-and this guy… and I woke up and—oh god." He leaned over, gagging but not throwing up.

"Blaine…" David said, not sure what to say. "Blaine, if you were drunk, that's ra—."

Wes elbowed him hard, shaking his head.

"And I-I couldn't s-stop. I c-couldn't r-remember s-so I t-tried a-again an-and I h-had… I…" He covered his face as he sat on the ground, feeling like a lost child.

David dropped down by him, putting a hand on his back. "Calm down… It's okay. Just calm down."

"I'm so worthless." Blaine cried. "I'm so w-w-worthless and nobody would e-e-ever want me now. E-Even my parents don't want me! I'm t-trash. A-And it w-wasn't ra-rape, D-David. I was drunk a-and we were k-kissing and it f-felt g-good a-a-and then it just kept going f-farther and I c-couldn't say n-no. I could b-barely m-make out what was h-happening and h-he… we… did it. And I c-can't even re-remember it. But it happened."

"Blaine…"

"So I did it again—a-and again—and again! With, like, five people!" Blaine sobbed, words barely understandable. "Why am I so worthless?"

He didn't say what he wanted to say, which was something along the lines of how he wished he didn't have to put up with it anymore. Why did his parents hate him, why did they do this to him? Was being gay really horrible enough to go through this?

"You're not worthless." David said firmly. "Do you hear me?"

"I a-am."' Blaine sobbed. "Nobody wants me. N-Nobody could l-love me anymore!"

"Stop that. Don't be ridiculous." Wes said shortly. "Come on, Blaine. You're a great guy. You're funny, you're nice, and you care about people. There's so much more than that, too."

"I-It doesn't matter when you're n-nothing."

"You're not nothing!" Wes said. "How many times do I have to tell you that it doesn't matter what your poor excuse of a father says, Anderson? You're better than every one of them."

"Then why am I so s -stupid?"

"You're not stupid."

"Blaine…" David said, putting his hand on Blaine's back. "It's o… It's okay. You're not stupid. Guys… well… sometimes, shit happens. Having sex doesn't make you a bad person. Were you… I mean… were you at least safe?"

Any composure Blaine had gained flew out the window. "N-No! Not the ti-times I remember, s-so probably not the others!"

"Shit." Wes said, his eyes widening. "Blaine, that's not… that's…"

"E-E-Everything just sucks." Blaine whimpered. "A-And I have to g-go home and l-live with these people. I can't s-stand it. I can't handle it right now! I hate myself!"

"You're spending the night with me tonight." David said, leaving no room for discussion.

"And I'm talking to my mom. Not about the camp," Wes added quickly at Blaine's horrified expression. "But I'm going to talk to her. You're… you're going to come and stay with us."

Blaine's face, which had regained some sense of composure over the last few seconds, crumbled. "My parent's won't let me do that!"

"I don't care. I'm not letting you go back there right now." Wes said defiantly. "So I'll have an answer for you by tonight, alright?"

"T-They'll hate me more than they already do." Blaine moaned, covering his face. "What happens i-if my dad f-finds out w-what I did? H-He'll… He'll..."

"I'm going to say something to you because you're one of my best friends and I think you need to hear it." David said, moving his hand up and down Blaine's back. "Blaine… This isn't going to get better. I'm sorry but it isn't. It's going to get worse. Your parents are… Blaine, would you just look at me?"

Blaine took a deep breath and lowered his hands.

"You've been our friend for almost a year now… Well, a year in November." David said. "And it's only gotten worse. They're not… They're not going to change for the better. It won't get better and the sooner you accept that, the sooner it's going to stop hurting."

"Don't say that to me." Blaine said, standing and backing up.

"It's not you! It's them!" David exclaimed. "This has nothing to do with you, Blaine, because they don't even know who you are."

"They're my parents. They love me. They just… they just…"

"They just took you to a conversion camp. This is the fourth time you've gone." David stepped closer to him. "I don't want anything to happen to you and you're really scaring me right now, Blaine. N-Now you're acting out. I wish you could just accept how your family is so we can… so we can help you."

"They're my parents." Blaine repeated. "They…"

"Sometimes good people get shitty ones." David said. "I'm sorry one of those people is you."

"They love me, though." Blaine said, glaring at the ground now. The words sounded funny coming out. But they had to, right? Parents had to love their kids. They'd realize one day that Blaine was more than his sexual orientation. That he was still the soccer player, the piano player, that he still made straight A's to make them proud. Everything was in attempt to make them see. To make them remember that they loved him.

"Do you really feel that way?" Wes asked quietly.

Blaine looked back up, more tears is his eyes. He opened his mouth but no words came because he wasn't sure what to feel. Deep down he knew the logical and true answer, but his fifteen year old self wasn't able to let go of hope just yet.

My poor Blaine! I don't think anything his life really goes well from the ages of 12 to 17. :( He's got David and Wes though. He'll be okay. I'll post part two either tonight or tomorrow!