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Note: hey guys! this is chapter 5 and its blaines pov. I cranked this one out pretty fast because i really love writing blaine, he's one of my all time favorite characters. So, even if your not into him try and give this a chance lol thanks, morgan

Blaine

He was a football player rapist who tried far too hard and never really pulled it off. Poor Gregory...always the bridesmaid never the bride. All you had to do was glance at the faces of the tiny little freshman girls and you'd see it, shame. Shame which they'd try to cover up with paint by numbers covergirl and bleached teeth. They could have started a club there were so many of them, the rape survivors of gregory mconnell..anonymous, it would have been quite a success i think, maybe then they wouldn't have started dropping like flies. I, personally, would never kill myself over such a meathead, but then again, he never raped me.

His army of victims would mindlessly roam the halls, trying as best they could to avoid what they thought was the ultimate predator, which is laughable if you knew him as i did. But understandable as well, his desperation to appear straight brought him to amazing lows...and whats lower then forcing your big football playing self on 90 pounds of a girl? If you ever stepped within 60 feet of him you could here him and his big bulky buddies giggling about it. In private however..he was almost...apolajetic. He tried to convince me that he had to do it...cause coming out was just not an option...ever. I chastized him as often as possible, gregory, stop killing freshman! He would just sulk and go on about not meaning too and going to hell...always a whiner. My heart, despite its size, did break for those girls. I mean, could you imagine? being so dumb that you enabled the dumbest boy on earth to get the best of you? That is something i can be proud of...he never got the best of me.

I can't be certain of when it started, of when "us" started. But i am very certain that i was his first boy, he on the other hand was by no means mine. By the time we hooked up i had already tasted half of the fellas at school, including a few of his football friends which certainly steamed his beets i'm tellin you. Some might think that i'm a whore...they'd be on the money. I can't think of anything i enjoy more then turning the lady's man into the mans man, and they all turn, there just waiting to be turned and i'm willing and able to do that. It''s almost too easy sometimes. Then afterwords, they attatch themselves like leeches because i was there first, i made them vulnerable. The best part is berating them, calling them trash, whores, sluts, that they were just my little experiments. Believe it or not, most of them cry.

I never did that to him though...he was far to fragile. And for some insane reason, he had carved out a very miniscule, almost insignificant little place in my heart. I have a softspot for bimbos. Like i said, i can't be certain of when it first happenned but i remember what happened.

It was right before last period..on...someday of the week. I was standing outside of the classroom, discussing...current events with valmont when i just happened to hear a discussion between gregory and our tiny troll of an english teacher. My ears perked up at the mention of my name and i was pleasently surprised as to why my name had been mentioned. Turns out the football stud requested that i be his partner for the upcoming assignment. And low and behold, mrs whats her face paired us together. I wasn't shocked in the slightest, i knew what his intentions were and my suspicians were proved when he came over to "study".

He wasn't exactly the definition of smooth, but, to my surprise he didn't flirt with the words, "do you ugh...wanna suck my dick?". I think i snorted at his question "no, but feel free to suck mine". His chizzled jaw clenched and it made my stomach flutter like a butterfly...girls were nevre able to do that to my stomach. He didn't punch me or call me a fag like i had presumed, he just akwardly undid my pants and took the plunge. I couldn't help but watch, his eyebrows were knitted ith concentration and confusion, i tried my hardest not to laugh because that would certainly warrant a punch. Also i didn't want to discourage him, he showed definite promise. I wasn't overwhelmed with surprise mind you...i always knew it would happen like that. I looked at his eyes...tears were being pinched out...the shame finally caught up with him. I probably should have let him stop but i just gripped his head and bucked harder. Call me crazy but the thought of it gave me a sort of twisted satisfaction. There he was, gregory mconnell, football rapist extraordinare, choking to the point of tears on my dick. Even though they couldn't see it, i'm sure his little victims would feel vindication.

So i did it harder, so hard infact that my pelvis bone chipped part of his canine tooth. I grabbed a fistfull of his hair and pulled him up just to explode all over that pretty face, the pretty face of a faggot slut, it was beautiful. His eyes were wide like a doe as he blinked back the tears that threatened to spill over. God...he was so easy, if only life were as easy as him. He sat hunched over as i lit my celebration joint and asked me the question that i wasn't expecting "so are you my boyfriend now?". My breath caught in my throat at the sight. White goop was easing its way down his face, he was biting his fingertips and was unable to hide the hope in his eyes. His voice came out weak and pleading and i realized who he really was. He was the girls he had raped. He was stupid and weak and chalk full of neediness, he wanted to mean something to somebody.

Sometimes i regret my decision, if i had said yes, maybe it would have made things easier for all those involved. If i had said yes maybe...we could have had a semi normal relationship as opposed to what we have now...a few weekends a year while the fiance is visiting the family, shes a very sweet girl by the way, i like her. After i had given him my answer things flipped back to how they should have gone in the first place. We had rough, awful, meaningless sex...the way sex is supposed to be. He continued to hurt girls while i continued to hurt boys, we never showed our cards, so its hard to say who won. He ended up with a fiance he would never loved no matter if he gave it the good ol college try, and i ended up with a prize winning collection of STD'S. Which by now have combined to create a type of super STD which would require kryptonite to kill. Yes, he's left with a loveless relationship and i'm left with AID'S, fitting.

We still have unprotected sex...which is the parallel of me shooting him and his cutie pie in the fucking head but...he doesn't need to know. Call me evil if you will but i'm not going down alone, infact, i intend on taking as many people as i possibly can with me. So this is the punishment for living the way i do, the way we do. Living a life without feeling or caring is hardly a life worth living. But as luck would have it...i learned that a few boys to late. When we fuck now it's simply going through the motions, its not like it use to be, it use to be like a song, now its like...math. I want it to be a song again...maybe not a love song, just a nice melody would suffice. But no...i only deserve arithmatic.

It could have been so much better...if only we had been taught the proper lessons as children. Love matters..not victory, but there's no use in trying to unlearn such things when you've got a few months to live, we all get whats coming to us. It could have been different, it could have been so very different if i had only said yes instead of, "shut up and wipe my cum off your face".