Disclaimer: I do not own Glee
Warnings: Gay slurs, angst and fluff
"Blaine! Blaine! Hurry up; we're going to be late." Jeff cried jumping from one foot to another in excitement. School was breaking up for Easter that day and the boys were all going to go and spend the first week of the holidays at Trent's lake house.
"Just a second, let me get my hair gel and then I'm done." Blaine said throwing things from around his dorm room into the open suitcase.
"You do know that we are going to the lake right?" Jeff asked "we are going to spend most of our time in the water. You don't need your hair gel." he concluded spying the small tin from across the room and confiscating it before Blaine noticed.
"But..." the curly haired boy tried to protest.
"But nothing. It'll do your head some good not being encased in its prison."
Blaine pouted he hated when his friends were right. Fine but in that case you can't take your straighteners"
Jeff opened and closed his mouth several times but no sound came out. He couldn't let Nick see him without perfectly coiffed hair. He had to look his best.
"Exactly Jeffrey see how it feels now to have your hair rights stripped away from you." Blaine smiled triumphantly "now hand over the gel." he demanded not fooled for a moment that it had been Jeff that had taken the tub.
"Raspberry flavoured" Jeff said reading the label "can you get anymore gay?" he asked vaguely amused.
"Is that a challenge Jeff?" Blaine asked grabbing the pot off his friend and slamming the lid on his suitcase.
"Guys what is taking you so long?" Wes asked bursting through the already half open door. "We're all waiting for you."
"Sorry" Blaine mumbled sheepishly pulling his suitcase off the bed and dragging it across the room. "Jeff stole my hair gel."
"Oh no, what a catastrophe that would be!" Wes gasped in mock terror as Jeff silently giggled.
Blaine however frowned. He hated being made fun of. "Weren't we going? He snapped.
"Sure"
"Right behind you." the boys replied following in Blaine's wake.
Blaine did not know what he had done to deserve such wonderful friends but he was thankful. The week spent at Trent's lake house had been the best week of his life and Blaine was truly sad to be leaving. It had felt as though the week had just flown by in a twinkle of the eye and all the Blaine had in return were his memories...and sun burn but even that would eventually fade. He waved sadly as he walked across the Dalton car park to his own car already dreading his return home.
"Where the hell have you been?" a murderous Devon Anderson barked the moment Blaine let himself into the house.
"With my friends, we went on holiday to the lake house."
"For three days and you didn't think to tell us!" the elder Anderson roared "your mother was worried sick.
"It was week actually so she can't have been that worried if she didn't notice that I wasn't there for four days," Blaine countered, the 'she was probably too drunk to notice ' went unsaid "and I did tell you, ten times. It's not my fault that you don't listen."
"You insolent little..." Devon growled
"Little what father? Little fag? Is that what you meant?" Blaine said calmly as his father's face steadily turned more and more purple. "It was wasn't it? A faggy faggy fag fag." Blaine said, the word becoming less hurtful every time he said it.
"Go to room." Devon snarled trying to keep his anger in check
"What so you don't have to see your faggy son? But father you were just saying less than five minutes ago how much you missed me." Blaine goaded wanting to get a reaction from his father. He wanted his father to scream at him, he wanted to able to scream back and let out all the anger and spite that he felt toward Devon Anderson
Devon's blood boiled over as he saw red and lashed out. Blaine's knees buckled under him as his father's fist collided with his face; the last thing Blaine was aware of was the warm liquid running down his face before his world went black.
End of part one
