Ugh, I swear, I tried to upload this all of yesterday but this site wouldn't allow me too. But good news - I managed to get my first review on this thing (yay!), I've actually finished writing it (8D) and this is going to be a double update... that ends with Dalton, which means...

Oh yes. Kurt's going to be in this real soon.

vi.

It wasn't as if Blaine was not used to his parents talking about him – oh no, he was far too used to that. As a child growing up they were always talking about how he was going to lead the family name into some sort of Anderson revolution and how he was destined the become the model child for families everywhere.

But Blaine knew he wasn't perfect – sure, he was doing well in school and he could easily grow up to take on some part of the family business, but his parents were under the illusion that he was well liked, and that was not true. Not one bit.

So they liked to go all 'wax poetic' when it came to talking about him – how he keeps everything in order, how he studies and actually passes his exams, how the girls (bleugh) were falling all over for him...

Normally when this happened, he would be able to roll his eyes and simply walk away and forget that his parents hold him on some kind of pedastal. Normally, he could make them see him in a good light instead of what they would do if they found out that the rumours are kindasortareally true.

But since he's been stuck at home for the past few days since his release, it seems as though that all they talk about is the sudden situation that's arisen (mostly about him and his education and, well, him in general) and there's literally no way he can avoid all of this 'talk' this time.

They're bickering whenever they see each other – his mother wanting to send him to Dalton Academy and his father saying he should stick to the original school so it would 'toughen him up'. As much as he wanted to throw in his opinion, he knew that it would obviously go unheard (they knew what was best for their child... right?) so there was no point in even trying to fight against it.

Until that one moment you snap and you just let everything loose and you can't control yourself. He knew it was coming – it was inevitable, if he was being honest...

He just wasn't expecting it to be so soon.

Blaine's been listening to this for Three. Entire. Days. And he is so close to giving them a piece of his mind...

But no, he says to himself – he shouldn't just spout out his opinion because they're annoying the absolute hell out of him, because not only is that considered rude, but it's also considered impractical, especially for where they're taking this right now.

Dinner is important, Blaine thinks, but for his mother, well... she holds the daily event very close to her heart. It's a thing she's allowed to organise to her hearts content and it's something she enjoys doing, looking after people...

(Well, she used to enjoy it anyway.)

But at the moment they've taken their latest family fued about their son to a place where this sacred act is conducted, and said son really has no option but to hear them refer to him in the third person without one single goddamn consideration for him as a human being –

"Michael, he was beaten! He broke bones! I do not wish for our son to be brought up in an unsafe environment like that!"

A sigh. "Sarah, listen. It was just a little rough play, that's all! He told me that himself – "

(Stay. Calm.)

"What, and this so called 'rough play' involves him being beaten black and blue? No, I don't think so. I won't stand for this!"

"Sweetie, there's one thing you need to know about boys – they enjoy messing around, and sometimes they do get hurt in the process. It's what makes them stronger!"

(Count to ten, Blaine. Just, count to ten. One... Two... Three...)

"It shouldn't be allowed, that's what! They're just jealous that our son's the smartest kid in town! That he's going to be in control of the Anderson name in the future! And that's exactly what you said about the two of you building a car last year when the rumours began to spread, right? It's bullying, Michael – "

(Four... Five... Six...)

"Nonsense, nonsense! The kid is fifteen, he's allowed to fall over and get hurt with the guys! And for your information, if he goes to some all boys school – "

(Seven... Eight...)

"It'll just make those rumours worse –"

(Nine...)

"And that's exactly why business is diabolical at the moment, because of some stupid lie that our kid is a fa – "

SLAM.

The silence that follows after Blaine slams his fist onto the table is one that cannot be described. The two adults stare wide-eyed at their son, mouths agape and hands raised towards their chest in shock, and Blaine?

Blaine Anderson is infuriated.

He's tired of these games. He's tired of having to sit and watch as his parents plan out his future for him when he's more than capable of doing it himself. He's tired of hiding behind a facade and lying about who he is because of them.

He can feel something snap in him, like someone's let a rabid dog off its leash and it's allowed to roam free or a coil that's been held tight and is suddenly released from its imprisonment, and as he looked between his parents...

Blaine just doesn't understand why they're controlled everything about him.

"If you're going to plan something about my future, then make sure that you address me like I'm a person," he begins, voice shaking and hands gripping onto the edge of the table. "I'm not your pawn. I'm not someone that can be played for your own monopoly. Have you even asked what I want to do?" He looks inbetween them, words coming out as a snarl for every single thing he says. "You guys... you don't even ask how I am. Do you know how unusual that is? That parents find jobs more important than children? It doesn't happen because it shouldn't happen and you're using your son as a way to continue on – "

Michael interrupts now, prepared to stand up as his nostrils flare slightly. "Now listen here, Blaine – "

"Don't even think about interruping me," he spits, turning to face his father at a speed that could have twisted his head off his body, "Because I know you're just going to spout more lies, and it's about time the truth gets approached. Let me finish." Blaine growls, continuing without allowing anyone else to speak. "I don't want to continue on your so called 'legacy'. It isn't for me." He looked between the two of them again. "And I'm guessing you won't even want me to continue it when you find out that the rumours - yeah, you know the ones that are circulating about me being gay? Well, guess what. They're one-hundred percent true."

The silence that falls upon them is not a comfortable one – it's thick and sterile and everything that it shouldn't be, and he needs to get out of there right now.

Blaine stands up on two unsteady feet (after all, one is encased in plaster), grabbing his crutches from beside the table and getting himself comfortable in them before turning back to look at his still shellshocked parents. "Don't come looking for me. I'll come looking for you when I'm ready."

And with that he hops out the back door, wishing to get as far away from this house as far as he can although he knows thats rather impossible.

He's also beginning to think that he might need to find a way to control his temper.