AS PROMISED, I'M UPLOADING TWO TONIGHT! CHAPTER FOUR FOR YA, MY SWEET, SWEET BUNNIES 3
(More Blainey-Bear, yet again. I just kinda feel we should get to know him, ai?)
"Blaine?" The familiar voice was heard on the staircase. Blaine looked up from the book he was in the middle of reading and jumped out of bed. He hadn't talked to his mother in a week, and he was very excited! At least until he reached the bottom of the stairs where both his mother and his father was waiting. He stopped running at the sight of his father and proceeded down the stairs in a more formal manner.
"Hello Mother. Father." He nodded to both of them.
"Blaine, darling, your father and I have someone we'd like for you to meet." Angela Anderson's eyes were bright green and looked very happy. She was in her fourth month of pregnancy and it showed.
Blaine looked from his mother to his father, the one whom he mostly resembled. James Anderson was naturally tan and had dark curls, just like his son. His eyes were a dark brown, so Blaine had inherited a bit of both on that part.
"Yes," his father said and started walking to the living room. Blaine followed his parents with a tight feeling in his gut. It was never something nice when his father was home. He'd hoped to tell his mother about the boy he met at school today. He was really nice and had blond hair and even his ears were white. His name was Bald.
When they entered the room, Blaine knew exactly what he was set up to. At the couch sat a girl and, from the looks of it, her mother. Blaine took a tiny step back, but was pushed forward by his father.
"Blaine. This is Juliet and her mother Maria," Angela introduced and sat down on the couch in front of the two strangers.
Blaine nodded to the two ladies. "Hello," he said; voice small. He felt his father's hand on his shoulder: it felt heavy and uncomfortable.
"We wanted you two to meet before everything became official." James explained. "After all, it's not like we're animals and this is a forced marriage." He laughed, as did Angela and Maria. The girl, Juliet, didn't move an inch.
"Marriage?" Blaine squeaked. "But I'm too young for that!" He felt his father's hand tighten.
"It's not like you'll marry today, Blaine." His father reasoned. But Blaine felt anything but reasoned. He felt horrified. He didn't even like girls!
"But Father, I don't like girls like that. I like them more as my friends. I like Bald," the young teen tried to explain to his father.
"What are you talking about, boy?" Blaine cringed. He hated it, when his father called him 'boy'. He was almost always in trouble when it got to that point.
"Darling, he doesn't know what he's talking about," his mother tried, but his father was already in was too deep to calm down.
"Doesn't know? He's twelve! Of course he knows. And he says he likes boys? I didn't raise you like that! I didn't raise a fucking little fag!" It was like the whole house trembled at his father's words.
The pain came long time after the actual hit. Blaine had reached his hand up and touched his burning cheek. Then he'd started crying silently. This had only gotten him into more trouble. Juliet and her mother had left soon after, with storming apologies from Blaine's mother. His father was busy beating the crap out of his own son…
His cheek had hurt for days after. And it wasn't more than a month before he was sent to the castle. He didn't get to say goodbye to Bald or anyone else.
Blaine woke with a horrible headache. He hadn't had that dream for a long time. It was many years ago. He touched his right cheek momentarily. It's not like it hurt anymore. But he had been so scared at the time. His father was a terrifying man. Respected and well-known; liked and even loved by some, but still terrifying. Before he was completely sucked in by the depressing thoughts, he heard small steps on the stairs and Blaine hurried into a pair of pants.
The door to his attic-room was slightly opened and a little head popped inside. He had expected to see Rose, as she sometimes chose to invade his room early in the morning. But this particular morning it was Val who showed up in his room.
"Blaine?" He asked quietly, afraid to wake the older boy.
"Yea Val, what is it?" Blaine sat up straight on the bed.
"Can I come in?" The young boy sounded almost afraid to even ask such a question.
"Sure," he responded and patted on the bed next to him. "Come sit."
They sat in silence for a while. Blaine waited for Val to speak up, since he wouldn't come see him for no reason. That wasn't like the young boy at all.
"Did you want to talk to me about something?" Blaine tried.
"I…" Val seemed to search for the right words.
"Yes?" Blaine said to help him along.
"I just wondered… And I'm sorry, that I even know this, but you guys talked so loudly!" Blaine just looked at the little boy and just smiled. "I wondered if maybe, you know how to… to fight?"
"Yea, I know how to fight," Blaine said, confused. Why would a boy at the age of twelve want to know if he could fight?
"Could you teach me?" And there's your answer, Blaine thought sarcastically.
"Well, I guess, if your father's okay with it." He said. He didn't want to teach the kid how to fight if Merv didn't approve of it.
"He is! I'm sure he is!" The light green eyes were almost sparkling with excitement.
"Why do you want to learn how to fight?" He had to ask. He would under no circumstances teach the kid how to fight, if he just wanted to beat other kids up. Blaine knew from own experience that those kind of kid were no good. Val just mumbled inaudibly.
"What?" Blaine listened harder.
"I want to defend myself," he said with more force.
"From who?" Blaine did know the feeling of powerlessness when older and stronger kids had tried to mock him for being who he was.
"The older boys," the young kid said.
"Are they mean?" Blaine had no other way to describe it. He would never call a kid downright evil.
"Yeah," Val murmured.
"Can't you just make your dad talk to them?" He'd love to spend time with the little youngster, but if it was just some small trouble, he wasn't sure he should have a say in it.
"No… It's not something dad can help with." Val seemed very sure of this.
"Why not?"
"Dad's right. You ask a lot." Blaine had to laugh at this. It was true. He did ask a lot - but hey, ask a lot to know a lot, right?
"Yea, I know, I'm probably really annoying."
"Oh! No, no, I don't think you're annoying!" Val had taking him way too serious.
"I was only joking, Val, it's okay. So, what are these boys doing to you?"
"They tease me. And hit me." He sounded embarrassed.
"Why?" Blaine really wanted to help this kid. But he couldn't help him if he was the one who started these fights. He'd been there himself.
"Because I'm different. But mama says it's okay to be different! She even says you're different! And you're strong, so I thought…"
"You thought I could help you become strong, so they wouldn't tease you about being different?" Blaine completed.
"Yes," Val answered, looking at his lap.
"Well then, Val," Blaine said. "I'd love to teach you." He hadn't expected the boy to throw his arms around his neck and squeeze; hard.
"Thank you," Val whispered. "Thank you so much."
The two boys walked down to breakfast together with big smiles plastered to their faces. They sat next to each other and when Viola asked what was going on, Val just smiled the brightest smile Blaine had ever seen on the boy's face and said; "Blaine will teach me how to fight!"