A/N: OK, here it is, Blaine's story. Why he's in reform school. This is updated so fast because I don't want you guys to hate me for keeping you in suspense anymore! I won't keep you from reading, but I should mention that I would NEVER condone doing this, seriously. Okay, I'll talk to you after. 3
Blaine woke up and rubbed his eyes. Time for school, again. He stood and walked over to his closet, pulling out a pair of Black pants, perfectly creased, and a red polo. He smiled, selecting his favorite bow tie, before heading to the shower. He hummed 50's classics to himself as he showered, and while he gelled and styled his hair.
He sat at the breakfast table, talking animatedly to his father about an upcoming car show they were both very excited to see. His mother just shook her head and smiled.
She'd somehow ended up with a dream family. A great husband, perfect son, nice home. Blaine's parents were pretty accepting of his sexuality, not quite understanding it, but loving him all the same.
Blaine's behavior had been improving so much since he'd come out, that there was no way his parents could't have been happy. No more fighting, no more coming home with black eyes and bloody noses.
No more need for being expelled, switching schools, starting over.
Blaine chewed his toats, humming and smiling. He lode at the clock and sighed.
"Well, I'll see you guys later, today is gonna be a big day, I can feel it!"
Blaine had no idea how right he was.
It sounded just like a firework, only too close.
It was followed by a scream.
Then utter silence.
All the kids in Ms. Avery's english class froze, until the overhead speaker started to come in through static.
"Attention all students, shots have been fired. Teachers please start locking down the school. No one should be in the halls. Stay close to the ground and-"
No one would ever know what else principal Johnson wanted them to do, because two more shots were heard over the loud speaker, then silence. Then everyone began screaming, Ms. Avery tried to calm the class down, having them sit against the wall at the back of the classroom.
But not Blaine Anderson, Blaine ran for the door.
"BLAINE!" Ms. Avery cried as he bolted down the hall, searching. All the doors were being slammed shut around him, the teachers looking at him in complete panic before slamming there stopped suddenly at the end of the hall. It had become so quite. There was absolutely no noise, in the whole school. He could hear the traffic from the road, something he had never been able to notice before. He ran toward the office, books and backpacks lay in the hall, abandon. If this was what he thought it might be, he'd never forgive himself. If his best friend was behind this, he didn't know what to do. He choked back a sob, and kept running.
He skidded, almost slamming into a row of lockers. He could hear students whimpering from inside classrooms, they're breath shaky and uncertain.
He almost burst into tears, none of these kids deserved to die. They were all so young, they didn't know any better, their parents were ignorant, and prejudice against anything that even whispered different. He knew these kids could grow up, could learn to be accepting.
He ran into the office and almost threw up at the sight. Mr. Johnson and Ms. O'neil, the secretary, lay on the floor. Eyes open in horror, bodies motionless. Blood splattered the walls, it was like a horrorible nightmare that Blaine couldn't wake up from.
"b-" He slid across the floor and leaned over Mr. Johnson who was gasping for air, trying to breath. He blinked once, twice, then his eyes found Blaine's and he frowned.
"I-I'm sor-" but his chest stopped moving and his last breath escaped his lungs for the last time.
"Fuck," Blaine muttered, pulling himself off the floor and trying to figure out where to head next. What had that list said? Johnson had come after Mrs. Levingstein, she had-she'd had, Blaine corrected himself, she was gone now, three kids. He stepped gingerly over Mr. Johnson's body and stuck his head out into the hallway. Now he knew it was true, He knew exactly who was doing this. It made everything so much worse. Throughput the school the bell sounded the end of second period.
Blaine had biology this period, he wished he could just go to biology. He would give anything to reverse this day and have it never happen.
Another shot rang out, and Blaine almost dropped to the ground it sounded so close.
He slammed his fist into a nearby locker, and suddenly remembered.
Mr. Finchly.
He took off toward the scion department as fast as his feet could carry him. Sweat poured down his face, his curls beginning to stick out of the gel. His side was cramping, and his stomach was in knots, he ignored the pain and kept running.
He turned down the hallway to Mr. Finchly's Biology class and stopped frozen.
A scrawny boy with shaggy red hair stood in the middle of the hall. He was standing over a small man, blood pooling underneath him. The boy just grinned, a gun in his right hand.
"Who's the fucking queer now?"
Blaine gasped audibly, causing the boy to look up.
"Hello, Blaine. Decide to help me?" the boy sounded scared, though he was definitely trying to hide it. The boy stepped past Mr. Finchly's body and smiled at Blaine.
"Matt…"Blaine didn't even know what to say, walking slowly toward the boy, after all he too had said he'd like some people in this school to disappear.
"Why?" was all he could stammer out. Matt chuckled, Blaine was now close enough that he could see tear stains on the boys cheeks, and blood, sprayed across his clothes and arms.
"Because, Blaine," the boy spit out, "they'd never stop. Always with the pushing, the jokes, the fucking names. 'Queer', 'Faggot', 'Dick-sucker'. I'm fucking tired of it Blaine. And I know you are too, don't even deny it, we talked about this."
He waved the gun at Blaine, who took a few steps back.
"No, man, we talked about getting out. About moving to New York, remember? We were gonna wear leather jackets and smoke cigarettes, make people realize being gay was badass." Matt chuckled, then sobbed,
"They, they just didn't stop Blaine. They just kept tormenting us." Blaine nodded and started forward toward Matt.
"Just, just give me the gun, please. you can just apologize, maybe-maybe it won;t be so bad…."
Matt jumped backward, "are you fucking kidding me?" He hollered, Blaine could hear the gasps of kids in nearby classrooms. Blaine's arms were now visibly shaking, he could barely recognize the boy in front of him, a boy he'd known since he transferred two years ago. His best friend.
"I don't wasn't to take it back, Blaine, they deserve to die. They just hate, for no damn reason, because a stupid fucking book tells them I'm a sinner. Tells them this is my fucking choice, that I like being slammed into lockers, being tormented. Having parents that can't even look me in the damn eyes, they're so repulsed." He slammed his head into the locker and sobbed.
"I can't take it back Blaine, I've killed four people. Four. Four assholes who gave me F's and mocked me because of my sexuality." He put his hands behind his head, just leaning his forehead against the lockers. It was now or never.
Blaine leaped forward and tried to grab the gun, but Matt was quicker, he turned it on Blaine and shot him in the stomach, Blaine toppled over. He gasped, tryng to breath, he looked down and saw blood pouring from his stomach.
"please, matt." he spatt, blood beging to fill his mouth.
"FUCK!" Matt jsut screamed and slammed a fist into the lockers, "Blaine, fuck, why did you try to take the damn gun?" He yelled, now crying, gut wrenching sobs.
Blaine just coughed up more blood, and curled over into himself, willing away then pain, hoping death would be kind and come quickly. He couldn't feel the bullet, and knew it had gone straight through. He began to choke on the blood filling his mouth, and everything went black.
"So then, I guess the police came,
said we were accomplices,
because we wrote a list of people together, people who tormented us for being gay.
they said if Matt hadn't pulled the trigger on me, I would have helped him kill a lot more."
Blaine was in tears, Kurt could only sit frozen.
Kurt had heard about the shooting, heard about the two boys who planned it and carried it out.
"B-but he shot you, they didn't realize that maybe you were trying to stop him?"
Blaine just shook his head, "it was my word against a school full of kids who hated what I was. Who I am, so they lied."
Kurt grabbed Blaine and pulled him into a tight hug.
"I, I've done shit before, beat bullies up, got expelled for defending myself, but, this time, I tried to stop it, and-"
He could;t continue, he just buried his face in Kurt's shoulder and cried. He'd never gotten to tell the whole story, no one had ever listened. Kurt had listened. He hadn't run away, called him a liar.
He'd just, listened.
"What happened to, uh-Matt?"
Blaine pulled out of the hug and wiped his face on his coat sleeve,
"Shot himself, after he shot me, he turned the gun on himself. I guess he realized what he did, probably thought I was dead. God knows, I sure as hell thought I was dying"
Blaine looked up into Kurt's eyes, searching for some sign, any sign that Kurt didn't hate him.
"you-You are the bravest person I've ever met."
Blaine just fell back into Kurt's shoulder and cried, the taller boy just squeezed him tight and stroked his unruly curls just repeating himself.
"So brave Blaine, so damn brave."
Oh GOD right? PLEASE tell me what you guys think of this chapter, I know its a delicate issue, and I tried to show how serious it is. AGAIN do not do something like this, there is ALWAYS hope! Nor should you be a Blaine and run around a locked down school, but our Blaine really is a badass.
So please tell me what you guys think! and I'll try to update soon.
