Disclaimer: I Do Not Own Glee.
The Bond
"Yes, of course" Blaine said to his mother as they two of them walked toward his bedroom.
"And your father said that you would understand why he couldn't make it to dinner" Mrs Anderson finished saying as they stopped in front of Blaine's bedroom door.
"Of course, work and study come first" replied Blaine, hand on his bedroom door.
"Yes, that's right" said Mrs Anderson and she abruptly turned and marched away.
Blaine frowned, and went into his bedroom.
Blaine's father was scientist. Work and study were the only two important things for him and he passed that down onto his youngest son.
Blaine's half-brother, Cooper, lived with his mother and didn't really talk to his father anymore.
Blaine, honestly, wasn't even sure if his older brother know of his existence.
Blaine closed his bedroom door and went and sat at his desk. He pulled out his maths revision, his homework having been completed before dinner and after him going to the library with his … friends.
Blaine smiled. He had friends, something his father said was to never ever happen. Blaine looked down at his revision.
Fractions and Algebra.
"Surely, I've studied this enough" Blaine said to himself before wrapped his hand around his mouth and looking around, scared.
Did he just say that?
Blaine started giggling to himself. He stood up and looked around himself.
God, did he not want to study? He wiped his hands on his trousers.
What was he going to do then? Blaine took a step and accidentally knocked his school bag over, throwing everything over his rug. Blaine bent down to pick it up and he picked up his new phone and the library book.
Settling everything down in a pile, Blaine looked down at the book in his hand. He looked down at his other hand, which held the phone and the box.
Blaine took both items to his bed, put them down, locked his bedroom door for the first time in his living memory and then, sitting on his bed, opened the phone box to properly look at what was inside.
The phone, a set of new headphones, a phone charge and a instruction manual.
Blaine, following the instruction manuel, switched on the phone to see a picture of a blackbird. And two text messages:
KURT: When you decide to start reading the book, keep me updated. I remember reading the book for first time and having no one to talk to about it.
FINN: Dude, as soon as phone up and runnin. Txt me.
Blaine chucked, but decided to not text them right away. He still had to get used to it.
He found the music play quickly enough, and he put the headphones into the allocated slot, placed one bud into his ear and pressed play.
The song playing was okay. Blaine looked at the screen to see FUN: Carry On. He shrugged. They sounded okay so far. The teenager relaxed back into his pillow, and opened the first page of Harry Potter.
Kurt was woken up by his phone alert him of a text message.
Groaning into his pillow, Kurt looked at the time. 1.37am.
Why?
Kurt shuffled his hand out of his covers to grab his phone. His eyes widened when he saw who the message was from.
BLAINE : Why have I never discovered this book before?
Kurt frowned. He was under the impression that Blaine's father was slightly abusive.
KURT : Do you like it?
He decided that insulting Blaine's father was not the way to start off a good friendship.
BLAINE: You kidding? I can't put it down. Harry just got put into the Quidditch team.
KURT: I'm glad you like it. But I'm sure you have school tomorrow. Put the book down and read it on the bus, where your parents can't see you.
BLAINE: Good idea. One more question before you fall asleep?
KURT: Shoot.
BLAINE: Finn put this one song on the Fun playlist. Just Give Me A Reason. Whose the woman?
KURT: Who, Pink?
BLAINE: Pink, if we are thinking of the same person, sounds so cool.
KURT: When we meet up today, I'll bring some of her music.
BLAINE: Thanks, goodnight.
KURT: Good morning.
Later that morning, Blaine woke up tired. He looked down at himself, the book still on his chest and the phone nearly dead. Blaine frowned and look around himself confused. He saw his alarm. He had slept in.
By five minutes.
Blaine quickly jumped out of bed. If he didn't take his morning shower, and had it later that day, he should be fine and actually ahead of schedule. Blaine nodded. He quickly grabbed the books he needed of his desk, shoving them into his bag as quickly as he could. He shoved his library book in there to.
Although the phone was nearly dead, Blaine could not risk leaving it in his room (he had gut feeling that someone went through his room while he was away) and shoved the entire collection of evidence into his bag as well.
Blaine looked at himself in the mirror, ran a brush through his hair and changed into his uniform. He then went through his bathroom routine.
Blaine sat down on his bed, and looked at his clock.
Ten minutes until he had to go and get his bus.
Blaine smiled and left his room, the bed unmade.
"Morning" Blaine said, grabbing an apple.
"You not going to eat anything else?" asked his mother.
"No, I'm good" replied Blaine, also grabbing an orange juice and leaving the house.
He hummed Just Give Me A Reason under his breath as he arrived at the bus stop.
The bus arrived and Blaine, after flashing his bus pass, reopened the book and continued reading.