Blaine wasn't looking when he set his heavy backpack down. Just as the heavy backpack was inches from a floor, he felt a firm grip on his arm, quickly dragging him towards a stack of nicely folded clothes - the laundry - and on top of the pile were Blaine's silk blue pajamas. Blaine was confused, and waited for his dad to start explaining himself as he always did.

"You left a mess today" James' voice dripped with anger and hatred.

"Whaddaya mean?" Blaine said, genuinely confused. His clothes were nicely folded on the desk. That didn't seem like a mess to him/

"Your pajamas. They were still in the bathroom"

"So? I don't have time to pick it up before school. You know that." Blaine said it slowly, testing every word like someone would use their toes to test the coldness of a pool, seeing the reaction in his father's cold eyes.

James picked the whole pile of laundry and threw it all over the room. Towards the small twin bed, the door, all over the desk. "This is what the room was like before. I had to clean this whole room myself! What am I? A maid? A butler? Your servant? Now pick it up"

James must have felt like the mess wasn't enough, considering this outburst was a weekly occurrence.

He walked into the bathroom, and stared at the spot where he picked up the soft pajamas just hours before. He raised his eyes a few feet, and found what he was looking for.

Calvin Klein Euphoria Cologne.

James picked up the small brown bottle. He turned so that he was facing Blaine again, who was kneeling on the wooden floor, calmly cleaning the mess his father had so recently made.

James purposely threw the bottle above Blaine's head, it hit the wall. He calmly watched the bottle crumble to millions of sharp pieces, the strong gagging smell dripping down the wall. "Clean that too. You might want to start with that. Your cologne is really strong. It's giving me a headache. Oh and by the way, if that stains, you're going to be in so much trouble, you're going to wish you were never born." And with that, he stalked out of the room, to work on who-knows-what.

"Only for a second. I'll only check on Blaine for a second." Gavin kept telling himself once he heard the loud crash.

Gavin snuck a peek in Blaine's window. What he saw was the young curly haired boy picking up broken pieces of glass with his bare hands. Blaine was trying to cover his eyes with his unruly hair, trying to hide the tears running down his face from no one in particular but himself.

Every piece that Blaine picked up plinked in his hands.

The cologne still dripped down the wall, small droplets trying to win the race of reaching the floor first.

The cologne would probably stain the wall, and the paint would be ruined.

"All in a day's work" Blaine kept muttering to himself.

Blaine tried to hide the tears. He looked to his right, into the full-length mirror, and tried to smile. His blotchy face and puffy eyes showed that his smile was his (failed) attempt to show that he was stronger than the tears. His vision started to blur and he blinked quickly, before he finally let the tears spill from his eyes, not even trying to hold them back.

His tear-stained face kept staring back at him, wondering when it all went wrong and how he ended up kneeling on the floor, holding broken glass.

SOOO? WADDAYA THINK? Poor Blaine. I love you!

*whisper* He has nice abs! sshhhhhh!

I don't know when or how the story will end with his dad. Actually I have an idea. But I'm still not 100% on it.

So anyway. I'm sorry that my chapters are so short. I can't write very long chapters. I love reading them, but not writing them.

Umm... Any tips to how to make my story better are very welcome. Any guesses to how the story will end?

Review!

~AwakeButDreaming