Author's Note: More of a sad/dark chapter. I'm kind of obsessed with this album called Evelyn Evelyn, and I thought it'd be cool if Blaine did stop motion, since I think it's a lovely art form, even if it's dying out. So, here's the "video that Blaine made". http:/ www. Youtube .com /watch ?v=p ixk uUL9 LgU (minus the spaces). It's actually the music video to this song, but it'll give you a visual to what everything is supposed to look like. Thanks for all the reviews/alerts/favorites! Leave in the reviews/pm on what flaw you'd like to see next! Enjoy.

Chapter 4: Evelyn

Blaine prided himself in not being a stereotype. As soon as he got off his suspension, he tried out for the football team, and made it. He loves sports, cars, dirt, and basically anything else that guys like. It wasn't even like he had to try to make himself not be stereotypical. He was just Blaine.

There was only one piece of himself that made his parents start to believe that he was gay. It was a part that he hid though, from everyone, even Kurt. It wasn't even that it was very 'fabulous' or anything. It could just be taken the wrong way.

He sat on the floor of his bedroom, next to his bed, staring at his physics test. He'd flunked it. 34% to be exact. Mr. and Mrs. Anderson didn't exactly know yet since they were both still at work, so Blaine just did what made him feel better. He reached under his bed and pulled out a shoebox, covered in dust. The dust layer flaked off the box as Blaine blew over it. He hadn't touched these things in ages.

He pulled from the box an old video camera, some small doll furniture, and his dolls. Blaine would be joking if he told you he wasn't a weird kid. When he was younger, he loved boy things, but one thing always captivated him: stop motion animation. Now, I'm not saying that stop motion animation is a girl thing necessarily, but all Blaine's parents saw was their thirteen year old son sitting in his room for hours "playing with dolls". When they found out he was gay, they took them away from him, so he had to make new ones. All he had was a man and a woman, nothing too exciting, so he pulled out fabric and clay and all of his other supplies and started making a new doll.

Now, this isn't like a burst of creative energy that came out of nowhere. Blaine had actually been thinking about this particular song for a long time, and had wanted to make a stop motion of it, but he either didn't have the time or didn't want to risk pulling his "dolls" out. He needed an outlet now though, and this looked the best.

Skillfully, from practice, Blaine sewed the dress and created the dolls. He hand painted their faces and sewed the heads onto them. He carefully formed their hands and implanted horse hair into the soft clay of their heads. Once he finished, he looked down at his beautiful doll. A conjoined twin, Evelyn, based off of the album Evelyn Evelyn. Kurt had shown him that album over the summer, and he instantly fell in love with Amanda Palmer's voice and the characters Eve and Lyn. The characters that he held in his hands now.

He spent the rest of the night with his phone off, creating his vision and making something that he thought was beautiful. Once he had all of the film, which took a good six hours or so, he set the puppet on his desk and put the chip from his camera into the computer to download. He'd edit the video to go along with the first song off that album and put it on YouTube, anonymously.

While the pictures loaded, Blaine admired his handy work. The doll was very beautiful. Very Tim Burton esque. Kurt would probably think it was too dark if he showed him, but if you don't live in the dark sometimes, then you forget what the light looks like.

"Oh," Mrs. Anderson said when she opened the door and saw Blaine with his dolls. Blaine turned around quickly, dropping the doll on the floor. He could hear his mother's footsteps rushing back downstairs, like she'd seen something horrible, which made Blaine jump to his feet and run after her. At least, that had been the plan, until he heard a crack.

He jumped up and looked down at his doll, the one he'd spent the last several hours creating and filming with, now cracked and quite broken. He didn't have time to worry about his puppet though. Instead, he flew down the stairs and into the living room where his father stood tense and his mother stood angry.

"So you've started again," Mr. Anderson said with a sigh. "I thought you were over this Blaine."

"I don't know why you guys act like it's so bad. I'm just creating movies," Blaine said, trying to shrug the situation off.

"Of all the days to do this Blaine! You failed your physics exam, and instead of studying for the next test, you spent all day playing with dolls like some fairy!" his mother yelled.

"How did you know I failed my test?"

"I checked your grades at work online. Blaine, I don't know what's going on with you, but whatever it is, it'd better end now. You get suspended, try to have sex with your boyfriend, fail you physics test, and now you play with dolls!" his mother squeezed her small waist, trying to not become more frustrated. "Just go to your room and clean that mess up."

Blaine did what his mom said, walking upstairs to his room. He didn't miss the part where she called him a faggot to his father. He didn't miss the part where she blamed his dad for him being gay, saying that he didn't try hard enough to make him straight. No, he didn't miss that part. He could still hear it all as he took his broken doll, threw it away, and edited his video together. They were still arguing about his "obsession with dolls" when he downloaded the video to YouTube. That's what happens when you have thin walls.