Blaine's POV
I was terrified of Finn. Not only was he bullying me, but it felt like a repeat of Sadie Hawkins. I still remember that horrifying night…
"Come on Joey. Your dad's gonna be here any minute!" I said cheerfully.
My date playfully swatted me in the arm. "We have all the time in the world."
He leaned in to kiss me, and our lips connected. I felt the earth move, however cliché that may be.
"Stupid homos," muttered a guy behind us, "don't they know that it's wrong?"
Another boy cackled loudly, "Of course they do! They just want to sicken the rest of us!"
I recognized that voice. His name was Brian Holden- quarterback of the football team, boyfriend of Lauren Lopez, the head cheerleader, and my personal torturer. He and the rest of the jocks would give me a daily beating after school.
I tugged on Joey's arm a little tighter. "We have to go."
"Oh, are the little fags afraid of getting a little dirt on their dresses?" Brian sneered.
"What makes you think that you're better than us?" asked Joey defiantly.
"Um, everything?" Joe Walker, one of my nemesis's goons said, landing a punch on my face. It was quickly followed by more hits and kicks. The only thing I was aware of was my date screaming bloody murder. Soon, I got kicked in the head and was knocked unconscious.
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When I woke up, I the first thing that I noticed was the fact that I was in a hospital. The lights were very bright, and I could hear the constant, regular beeping of the machines hooked up to me. There was no one in the seats by my bed, but I wasn't surprised. Ever since I came out to my parents, they had grown more and more distant.
The second thing I noticed was the pain I was in. After I got over the initial shock factor, my ribs ached, my leg ached, and my head –you guessed it- ached.
A nurse popped her head into the door. "Oh, hello! You're awake! How are you feeling!"
I groaned. The woman was way too happy. "Fine, I guess."
"I'll send the doctor right in."
She left, leaving me with my thoughts until the doctor walked in. His nametag read Dr. Walker.
"Hello, Blaine. I'm afraid you were in an unfortunate accident. Do you remember what happened?"
"I… was leaving the Sadie Hawkins dance with my b- friend and we got jumped."
"Well, you have two broken ribs. One narrowly missed puncturing your lung. You also have a broken leg as you can see, and a mild concussion. We haven't been able to contact your parents yet."
"A-and Joey? Joey Richter?" I stuttered.
The doctor looked through his notes. "He was discharged yesterday. But he left you this note."
I took the envelope from his hand and opened it.
Dear Blaine, it read,
I'm so sorry that the dance ended up this way. I had a lot of fun until those butt trumpets showed up. You're still in the hospital right now, but I hope you get better soon. This is the last time we'll talk because my parents are moving. You will always hold a special spot in my heart.
-Joey
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This was when I decided to transfer to Dalton. I quickly made friends with Wes and David even though I was a year younger than them. The all boys' school was my safe haven, my rehab in a way. There I got better and confident, and began to show the real me. It's a place I may go again.
I'm so sorry this took me so long! I had it written out, and then I decided to go in a different direction. Then winter break ended. Updates won't be as frequent anymore. On a different note, I was babysitting this three year old kid earlier. He ran around my house an elbowed me in the neck. It still hurts . Off to do weekend homework. Review?