Chapter 3 – Confessions (Part 1)
It had taken Sebastian roughly an hour to get Blaine home, which had been a mission and a half. Sebastian had managed to find the Andersons spare key under the doormat, before unlocking the door and pushing Blaine inside. Once Sebastian walked inside after replacing the key he turned to see Blaine rolling around on the floor laughing. He couldn't believe what had become of his friend; this wasn't the friend he knew, scratch that this wasn't Blaine at all, from what the Warblers had told him Blaine had been known to consume a fair amount of alcohol when partying but never to the point where he couldn't stand up. Sighing Sebastian bent down to pick Blaine up and asked him which way his room was. "Are we having a sleepover, I like sleepover." Blaine said as he leaned on Sebastian's shoulder while laughing. Sebastian wasn't prepared for Blaine's full weight to be on him and he almost tumbled over, Blaine only laughed louder. Regaining his balance Sebastian sighed as he pulled Blaine into his room; he placed him carefully on his bed and removed his shoes. When he looked up he saw that Blaine had fallen asleep. He quietly chuckled as he tucked Blaine into bed before going in search for a bowl, Panadol & a glass of water. He returned 10 minutes later and placed the glass of water & Panadol on Blaine's bedside table and the bowl on the floor. Sebastian did a double take on Blaine to make sure he'd be ok by himself before he left Blaine's house, locking the door behind him.
HCWBLHCWBLHCWBLHCWBLHCWBLHCW BLHCWBLHCWBLHCWBL
Blaine woke up to a massive pounding in his head, he tried sitting up but as soon as he did he felt a wave of nausea hit him and he ran to the bathroom that was joined to his room. He emptied his stomach into the toilet and laid his head on the cool bowl willing with all his might that the pounding in his head would stop. After several minutes Blaine got up and made his way back to his bed. Once he's back in bed, Blaine notices the glass of water and Panadol on his bedside table. He doesn't remember much of the latter events that happened last night, but he does remember Sebastian walking him home. Maybe there's hope for him yet, he didn't have to walk me home or tuck me into bed Blaine smiled at the thought as he remembered how hard it was to escape his bed in a hurry; he took 2 Panadol tablets and downed them with the water. Once he set the cup back down Blaine grabbed his phone and checked to see if he had any messages, as he looked through his phone all he found was several text messages and two missed calls from Kurt. Blaine decides to ignore the messages and puts his phone back down, and turns on his side so he's facing the wall and goes back to sleep.
Later that afternoon Blaine was surprised when he found himself being woken up by Sebastian. "Afternoon sleepyhead, how are you feeling?"
"Better, what time is it?"
"3:30pm, you've slept most of the day away." Sebastian smiled at him as he sat down on the end of his bed. All Blaine could do was stare at him. "Why do you keep looking at me like that?"
"Sorry. You know you don't have to check up on me, I can take care of myself."
Sebastian sighed as he thought about what he would say, it wasn't like he could tell Blaine the complete truth but he could at least say some of it. "If I didn't check on you then who would, besides you needed my help last night."
"I guess you're right. Hey, can I ask you something?"
Sebastian was starting to get worried about the way Blaine was acting but decided not to ask about it. "Sure, what do you want to know?"
"Don't take this the wrong way but why are you being so nice to me? What's in it for you? Why did you spend Saturday night with me instead of your usual weekend activities?"
Sebastian was a little upset that after yesterday Blaine could think such things. Taking a deep breath Sebastian decided to tell Blaine part of the reason why he wants Blaine not only to trust him again but also to be a part of his life. "What I'm about to say you already know most of but I was never meant to tell you I know about it. I was told shortly after we had gotten back to Dalton after visiting McKinley. You see the guys told me the story about your first couple of weeks at Dalton, except there were some things that even you didn't know. You see it all started when…"
It was a Friday afternoon when David Harrison was asked to go to the principal's office. As far as he knew he hadn't done anything wrong, he straightened his blazer and tie before knocking on the door. "Come in." David opened the door and made to stand in front of Dalton's headmaster Mr McNicol, who was an elderly man in his 60's; his wife at times taught music when their teacher was sick and she had a large impact on what happens to Dalton's choir club, the Warblers. David saw that he wasn't the only person other than the headmaster in the room. Sitting in a chair facing forwards was a dark curly haired boy who looked as nervous as can be. "Mr Harrison I would like you to meet Dalton's newest student, Blaine Anderson. Blaine I would like to introduce you to David Harrison, he will be your mentor and show you around. If you have any questions please don't be afraid to ask him anything. Now would you please show Blaine here around and show him to his dorm room, he is in the west wing in room number 4. I have excused you from the rest of your classes so you are free until Monday." Nodding his head in thanks David asked Blaine to follow him as he began showing him different parts of the school. It had taken nearly 2 hours to cover the entire school before David made his way to the west wing.
"So Blaine is there anything else you would like to know before we head to your dorm?" Blaine only shook his head saying no. David took a quick glance at Blaine before leading the way to the west wing dorms. During the grand tour David noticed that Blaine hadn't even spoken a single word and every time they walked past a door that leads outside, Blaine looked as if he wanted to run. It was the middle of the school year which meant Blaine had to have transferred schools. David decided to slow his pace and take the remainder of their time to ask Blaine a little bit about himself. "So Blaine, where are you from?" Blaine only looked at him, so David rephrased his question. "I meant what town are you from?"
Blaine only continued to stare at David before quietly answering "San Francisco."
"San Francisco, wow that's quite far from here. So what made you decide to leave and come to the middle of nowhere?"
"My parents," was all he said.
David didn't know what to say after that so they fell into an uncomfortable silence for the rest of the way. Once they arrived at the west wing David lead Blaine down two more corridors before stopping at room number 4. "Here we are; this will be your room for the rest of the year." Taking out a small key from his pocket David turned to unlock the door. The room contained to single beds one on each side of the room with two bedside tables between them, there was also a student desk and a shared closet along one of the walls. On the other side was a door that led to a bathroom and next to it on the left was a large window overlooking the football field. David lead Blaine into the room and told him he was just down the hallway at room number 10 if he needed anything, he excused himself and left Blaine to unpack.
"…I still think we need to squeeze in an extra practice session this weekend if we want to be at our best." Wesley Reid told David as they made their way to the cafeteria to get their dinner.
"Wes, it's only for the mid-year fundraiser it's not that big of a deal, we do it every year."
"Not that big of a deal! David you can't ever be too prepared for a performance, we are the Warblers we have a reputation to maintain."
"Whatever, I'm too hungry to argue right now. I wonder what will be for dinner tonight." David was about to get in line behind Wes when he noticed that he didn't see Blaine anywhere, it had just hit him that he failed to mention to his friends about the new transfer student and that said student may not be able to find his way down the stairs let alone the cafeteria. David stepped out of the line and quickly left the room, Wes saw this and he too left the line.
"Where are you going?" Wes shouted at his friend as he quickly ran to catch up to him. "Will you slow down?" Wes was struggling to keep up as they made their way down the west wing corridors.
David stopped outside room number 4 and knocked on the door. He waited several seconds before knocking again, they heard nothing but silence. "David, no one's here let's just go." David knocked on the door for a third time before pulling his set of keys out of his pocket. He didn't know why but he had a sinking feeling and the need to hurry up and open the door. When David finally managed to open the door he wasn't prepared for what he was about to see. It was the smell that hit him first, the smell of blood. David followed the smell until he reached the bathroom and saw Blaine lying on the floor unconscious. Wes had followed David into the room closing the door behind him. Upon seeing David frozen in place and Blaine lying on the floor, reality left his mind as his body and instinct took over. He shoved David out of the way and gently dragged Blaine into his room turning him over. Wes saw that there were two very deep cuts, one on each arm, going from his wrist to his elbow. He checked for a pulse and thankful that he found one even though it was weak, he quickly turned to David. "David, quick get me some towels." Wes's words shock David out of his shock and carefully avoiding the blood on the floor grabbed a couple of towels. As David went to hand the towels to Wes he found himself going into shock again and swore that his heart just skipped several beats. As soon as David left, even if it was for a few seconds, Wes rechecked Blaine's pulse only to find there wasn't one. Thanking anyone who was listening above for his summer internship at the local hospital Wes began performing CPR. That was how David found them; all he could do was stand there and hope they weren't too late.
Roughly 5 minutes later had Wes sighing in relief as he took the towels from David and pressed them onto Blaine's arms, he was breathing again. "David can you go into our room and get my first aid kit?" David was once again shaken from his shock and left the room. Wes didn't even know this kids name but something told him there was more to this kid then even he realised.
"Here." David said as he passed the kit to Wes. Wes grabbed a needle and some thread and began carefully stitching up Blaine's arms. Trying to find his voice David spoke his thoughts out loud. "This is Blaine Anderson the new transfer student. This is my fault I should have seen it."
Looking up for a second before returning to his task, Wes too spoke his thoughts. "How can this be your fault?"
"The way he was acting or wasn't acting when I showed him around. He was quiet and every time we walked past doors that lead outside he looked as if he was going to bolt. There's usually a reason for students transferring in the middle of the school year, not to mention he said he was from San Francisco."
Both boys fell into silence as they thought about the other boy lying on the floor, everything told them that they should get a teacher but for some unknown reason, they didn't. Wes had gently moved Blaine so he was lying with his head on a pillow and a blanket wrapped over him so both boys could clean up the blood on the floor as best as they could. They had taken turns at sitting on the floor with Blaine lying across their legs during the course of the weekend, they had texted their friends that they were leaving campus for the weekend so no one would come looking for them. It was on late Sunday evening when Blaine finally began to stir. As he opened his eyes Blaine barely realised that he wasn't alone in his room. It wasn't until he tried to sit up that Wes and David noticed that he was awake.
"I'm glad to see that you are finally awake, we were beginning to worry that you may never wake up." David told him as he kneeled down to help Blaine sit up and lean against the bed.
"What happened?" he asked as he was a little confused.
"We were hoping you could tell us", Wes said as he began to recount what they knew.
"I'm sorry", was all Blaine could say as he hung his head down in shame.
"You have nothing to apologise for. We would just like to know why you did it, and just so you know we haven't told anyone what happened."
Blaine lifted his head and looked at Wes, then turned to look at David, the look he gave him said it all. "Why would you help me when you don't even know me?"
Wes realising his mistake introduced himself "My name is Wesley Jaymes Reid but you can just call me Wes. It was my first instinct to help you besides David told me about you, the little that he knew and most transfer students have a good reason for being here."
Blaine couldn't believe that these two strangers had just saved his life and they barely knew him. It was then that Blaine realised that he could trust them to know the truth. "Where would you like me to begin?"
"At the start if that's all right." David said as he made himself more comfortable on the floor.
"My family used to live in San Francisco, and I went to a co-ed public school. My friends and I were among the popular kids and we'd known each other since kindergarten. It wasn't until several months ago during the Sadie Hawkins dance that things started to change. I had asked the only other gay kid in my school to the dance, we had a great time until it was time to leave. His name was Justin and we were waiting outside for his dad to pick us up when it happened." Blaine took a deep breath before continuing. "While waiting, a group of guys had come out and started to harass us, mainly me. They called me all kids of names and had decided to beat the crap out of me until Justin came between us and took the beatings instead."
A few tears rolled down Blaine's cheeks at the memory. "It was then that Justin's dad came and they took off. We ended up in the hospital and Justin had fallen into a coma, the worst thing about it was that it had been my friends who had done it. When I went back to school everyone looked at me funny and avoided me like the plague. Turned out that they had told the entire school that I was gay, things got even worse after that. At some point I gave up caring and just went about like a zombie, I had no friends except for the twin sisters Chloe and Crystal but they were away on holiday, they were the only ones who accepted me for who I was. I couldn't take it any more so I took to cutting myself whenever I was alone in the house; I was terrified of my parents finding out about it. It wasn't until my mum came home early one day and caught me red handed. She demanded me to tell her everything, I was too sacred not to so I did. My dad had gone down to the school and gave them an ear full, told them how disgraceful their students and stuff were and threatened to sue them."
Blaine took another deep breath and with a nod from Wes he continued. "My mum had been looking for another school for me when she found Dalton; fortunately my dad had been offered another job at a bank in two different towns with Westville being one of them. That was all it took for them to decide to move out here, even though it was far from San Francisco and the rest of our family. I know my mum was just trying to help me but by that point I didn't care and just wanted to disappear, and honestly I didn't want to come here." Blaine closed his eyes and let more tears roll down his cheeks, when he opened them he found both Wes and David had put their hands on his shoulders in support, they urged him to continue. "Once David had left my room I felt more alone than ever. Even though we live close my mum wanted me to board here so that I would never be alone that there was always someone to talk to, the problem was that I feared having to go through it all again, I didn't want to have to…" Blaine found himself at a loss for words but lucky he didn't have to as both boys hugged Blaine tightly before letting go.
"It seems like fate is on your side, in some crazy way the universe has given you a second chance."
Wes only rolled his eyes at David but he couldn't help but agree with him. "We will never tell anyone any of these if you can promise me one thing."
"What's that?"
"Promise me that you will NEVER do something like this again, and if you ever have these kinds of thought again you will come find us and talk to us about it. We promise you that you can always come to us for anything at any time of day or night."
Blaine felt even more tears roll down his cheeks if that was even possible at their promise and promised that he would never try to take his own life or cut himself again. Giving Blaine one last hug before declaring they needed food David lead the way out the door with a plan forming in his mind.
Over the next two weeks Blaine slowly began to regain the colour in his cheeks as well as rediscover his passion, music. David had gone over Blaine's timetable and found that there were several Warblers in each of his classes. He told them briefly about Blaine being bulled and told them to keep an eye on him and make him feel welcome, so they did. It wasn't until one afternoon when Jeff Jefferson was meant to be tagging him did Blaine manage to escape his guard. Blaine had slipped into the music room and found himself surrounded by instruments; it was a grand piano in the middle of the room that caught his attention. It had been a long time since he'd even listened to music little alone play it, this was how Jeff found him.
Jeff had been freaking out about losing Blaine on his watch when he heard music followed by a voice, when he entered the room he saw Blaine sitting at the piano "…Baby I'm not alone, cause you're here with me, and nothing's ever gonna take us down, cause nothing can keep me from loving you, and you know it's true, it don't matter what will come to be, our love is all we need, to make it through." Blaine was startled by Jeff clapping, turning around he saw that Jeff was smiling. "You're good; I've got Warbler practice why don't you come with me. You don't have to sing or anything just come and watch, all the guys will be there." Blaine nodded and followed Jeff to their common room. Jeff had latter told the council about Blaine's little song and suggested that he do a little bit of it for them during their next practice.
Their next practice was the next morning before classes and Blaine had somehow found himself sitting at the piano with Jeff sitting next to him and the guys squished together in the small room. As he played the Warblers looked at each other in astonishment and the councils minds made up, and time to put it to a vote. Once Blaine had left the room, curtsey of the bell and being told they'll catch up with him in class, the guys voted that they would like Blaine to be their new lead singer. They had decided that they would let be lead in order to help him regain his confidence and able to stand up in front of people to be the star they knew he would be even when he didn't, and they made a promise to each other to never tell Blaine the real reason behind their decision. That they would help Blaine recover and his support network, his family.
"…they said that there was nothing that they wouldn't do for you and if you ever need them they are always there for you." Sebastian finished as Blaine looked at him in astonishment, without warning Blaine leaned over and gathered Sebastian in the biggest hug he could muster. Blaine blushed as he let go of him and moved back to his side of the bed. Unsure of what to do next Sebastian asked Blaine what had been plaguing his mind. "The thing that I don't understand is the guys miss you and you clearly miss them, so why did you really leave Dalton? It can't just be because of Kurt was it?"
Blaine took a deep breath and sighed, he thought over Sebastian's questions, he had a point. Did he truly leave behind his family for Kurt? Or was their another reason? The only thing that Blaine was sure off was that by the time their conversation comes to an end he will have several decisions to make, the question would be what will he decide and what does he really want? Well there's no time like the present, I might as well tell him. There will be no going back once I do.
AU: What do you think so far? What will Blaine decide? Please don't forget to review.
Not Alone - Darren Criss