CHAPTER TWO:

December, 2012

The paintbrush flowed across the blank paper; making swirls of colours and making him feel happy for the first time in days as his music blasted from the speakers. The blue blended into the red, which merged with the blue and yellow which made a mess. But it was his mess, and that's all that mattered. His glasses began to slip off the end of his nose but he pushed them up again before they fell off completely.

He heard a car in the driveway and then the door unlocking. Then the door closing and high heeled shoes clacking on the paving stone path in a steady rhythm.

"Blaine?" Bonnie shouted from downstairs.

"Up here mom!" he shouted back down. He heard her footsteps on the stairs and turned the music down slightly, still humming along loudly.

"Hey Blaine, good day at school honey?" she said, winding her arms around him from where he was sat and kissing the back of his head. He just shrugged. You know it's always the same, mom.

"Average" he replied automatically, his face expressionless.

"Well, I was wondering if you would mind making the dinner tonight, because Olivia's boyfriend is coming around for the first time and you know how hopeless I am at cooking" she chuckled, unwinding her arms and moving to stand in front of the desk Blaine was at. Blaine smiled and a small laugh escaped through his lips. Yeah, he always cooked.

"Sure mom. What shall I make?" he asked, swirling his paint around the paint in strange patterns. Bonnie shrugged her shoulders and smiled.

"Whatever you feel like honey. What are you painting?" she said, tilting her head whilst looking at Blaine's arta smile on her lips. I'm glad at least someone likes it.

"I don't know" he answered, shrugging his shoulders.

"Impressionist I'd say" she smiled, squeezing his shoulder "It's great honey. You should draw me one day!"

She walked towards the door, leaving just as Olivia entered.

Blaine's room was fairly small, a double bed against one wall, and a bedside table at each side. He had a small wardrobe and set of drawers next to each other on the right hand wall. The rest of the room was just…art.

His walls had been painted by him, swirls of colour and random patterns, spots and stars covering the walls. When they had re-decorated, Blaine just asked for plain white walls and for tins of random colours so he could paint it himself. Bonnie had agreed and had bought him a variety of paints in the shop and sat back as he blasted his music and expressed himself on the walls, knowing better than to interfere.

He had left one wall blank though. He wasn't quite sure why at the time, but a few months later, he knew.

Kurt.

He had filled the majority of the wall with him and Kurt.

Pictures of them together.

Drawings they had done.

Plans they had made.

"Blaine?" Olivia's voice drifted from the doorway. Blaine turned round, smiling at his sister. He got up from his seat and moved to wrap his arms around her small shoulders.

"Hey Olive"

Olivia Anderson, 21 years old, was even shorter than Blaine, only reaching 5 foot 1 inch, which Blaine always teased her for. Her hair hung down her back in shiny, brunette waves that glittered and shimmered in the light and her bright blue eyes stood out on her olive skin, surrounded by a thick layer of lashes that fanned out on her cheeks when she blinked. The dimples in her cheeks showed as she smiled widely at Blaine.

"Hey Blainers" she answered, squeezing him and kissing his cheek. Blaine buried his face in his sister's neck, breathing in the scent that he had missed while she had been away. She pulled back and looked around the room, "Wow. Baby this looks amazing" she said, spinning around on the spot, gazing in wonder at the painted walls.

Her eyes landed on the wall with him and Kurt. She glanced back to him with sympathy in her eyes before walking over and scanning the walls, smiling as she saw the memories she could remember herself. Soon, her expression grew sad.

"When will you move on, baby?" Blaine just shook his head and shrugged his shoulders.

"I don't know, Olive. I've tried, really, I have-" his voice broke on the last word, and a tear fell down his cheek and on to Olivia's shoulder as she held him in her arms. Olivia hushed him and stroked his hair. Why did this have to happen?

"Don't worry Baby; I'll help you find him. We will find him Blaine. Wherever he is, I'm sure he will be thinking of you. He won't forget, just like we won't forget him"

Blaine stirred the wooden spoon in the frying pan, glancing to the recipe before adding some more of a herb he couldn't remember the name of. He was quite nervous about meeting Olivia's boyfriend for the first time ever, probably more nervous than Olivia herself. He just really hoped he was good enough for her. Olivia had warned him not to interrogate him ("look Blaine, please don't interrogate him, he may not be what you expect, but believe me, his is lovely on the inside"), but he couldn't help but worry about her.

He would never recover from the last boyfriend she had.

Olivia had introduced them and he seemed nice enough until dinner.

July, 2009

"So, Blaine, how's Jonathon?" Olivia said across the table, wiggling her eyebrows and smirking. Olivia's boyfriend, Carl, just looked between them, narrowing his eyes. Blaine blushed and looked down, embarrassed.

"For the last time Olivia, I don't like him" Blaine said, still bright red. Bonnie chuckled, looking at the exchange between the siblings.

"Well I like him, Blaine" Bonnie said, smiling suggestively at Blaine, who looked down again, blushing red. Carl looked thoroughly confused.

"Wait, can I just ask, who is Jonathon?" he asked, looking between the three people at the table, his eyebrows furrowed together.

"He's Blaine's boyfriend!" Olivia said excitedly. But Carl didn't look excited. He looked furious.

"Are you serious?" he asked Blaine. Blaine just shrugged "Why do I HAVE to get the girlfriend with a FAG for a brother!" he shouted at Blaine, slamming his fists down on the table and standing up.

"Out"

Everyone looked towards where the sound had come from.

Bonnie.

She was looking down, her face expressionless.

"Excuse me?" snarled Carl, smirking.

"OUT!" this time she screamed the word "NO-ONE will talk to MY SON like that in his OWN HOME!"

Carl was unfazed.

"Fine. Olivia come on"

Olivia looked up at him, her face twisted in anger and her eyes filled with tears.

"Out" she repeated her mother's words.

"Come on, Olivia, let's go" he said sternly trying to grab her wrist, but she slapped him hard around the face, leaving a red welt where their skin had collided.

"You really expect me, to choose you, over my baby brother? I love him more than you will ever be loved. Now get out" she said calmly.

Carl huffed. He picked up the half eaten plate of food, dropping in on the floor before turning to where Blaine was sat. Tear tracks stained his cheeks as he chewed his bottom slip worriedly. Carl just laughed, narrowed his eyes and spitted on him, before turning and leaving the house slamming the door behind him.

Blaine broke down when the noise signaled he had left. Olivia was at his side immediately, comforting him, but Bonnie stayed where she was, not moving, just looking at the small boy who was cradled in Olivia's arms.

"It's okay, baby, he's gone now" she shushed him.

"Please Olivia, don't let that happen again" Olivia looked in to her mother's sorrow filled eyes and nodded, looking down at Blaine, she knew now that she would always put her baby brother before any boy she met and would make it quite clear who he was before meeting him.

She swore to never hurt him like that again.

December, 2012

Blaine chewed nervously at his lip at the memory, hoping and praying that he wouldn't have to endure that again today. Olivia would know better than to bring someone like that into their house now right? Of course she would Blaine, she's not stupid, he mentally scolded himself, pushing his worries to the back of his mind.

He was due to arrive at 7 o'clock and the current time was quarter too. Blaine could feel his palms sweating already due to the nerves and forced himself to calm down, pushing his glasses up his nose from where they had slid down again.

"Blaine, honey, is it nearly ready? He'll be here soon!" Olivia's voice called from up the stairs. Blaine took a shaky breath at her words and replied.

"Yeah Olive, any minute!" the second he replied he heard a car pull up in the drive way and the well known sound of socked feet walking down the wooden stairs. He looked towards the doorway to see his older sister running for the door, her hair being blown behind her and chuckled at her excitement. He loved seeing her like this.

He heard muffled voices coming from the doorway, one he recognised as his sisters but the other one was significantly deeper and one he had never heard before.

"Thank you for inviting me, Olivia" the man said, followed by a kissing noise. Blaine wrinkled his nose. Okay, he was glad Olivia was happy, but she was still his sister, and he did not want to hear or see that.

"Blaine, where are you?" he heard her call from the front door. Blaine chuckled; she knew exactly where he was.

"In the kitchen, Olive!" he called back, nerves setting in and wiping his sweaty hand on his apron. But when he walked through the door, he wasn't what he expected.

He was the same height as Olivia, jet-black hair and dark brown eyes, and Blaine admitted, he was rather handsome. He looked strange though, a troubled thought clouded his eyes.

Dinner was a huge success. Blaine received positive comments left, right and centre, literally. At least he hasn't insulted me yet, Blaine thought. It was after dinner that Blaine found out why.

He was washing up in the kitchen when Olivia's boyfriend entered the room (was it Matthew?) and offered to help.

"Hey, Blaine, would you like some help there?" he asked with a small smile on his lips which Blaine returned. Blaine shook his head and continued to wash up.

"Blaine, can I ask you a question?" he said in a quiet voice. When Blaine nodded he sat down on one of the stools at the breakfast bar. "Well, what is life like for you?" he said, blushing and looking down ad he said it.

Blaine was slightly confused at first. What is he actually asking me?

"I'm sorry, what do you mean?" Blaine answered, pulling out the plug as he placed the last pan on the drying rack and drying his hands on the tea towel.

"You know... you're gay. What is life like for you? Do people still treat you the same?" he explained and Blaine's eyebrows rose in surprise of what he was asking.

"Um...well, obviously everyone doesn't agree with it, but my family still treat me the same and my friends" the few that I have "don't treat me any differently. So I guess life is just the same really. Why?" he asked. Matthew looked up, tears in his eyes as he squeezed them together to try and blink them back.

"Well, you see, it's my brother. He...he came out to me...two nights ago now...a-and I just wanted to be reassured that life wouldn't be painful for him now" he admitted, a tear falling down his cheek.

"Oh, well, just tell him that it will be okay after a while. Everything was okay for me. I hope it is for him" Blaine said, not quite sure how to respond. Matthew wiped the tear of his cheek and nodded as he stood up.

"Okay, thanks Blaine. I just needed to tell someone" he said, holding out his hand for Blaine to shake, which he did. Blaine smiled and Matthew turned and walked out of the room and Blaine sighed deeply and smiled, shaking his head.

I hope she had some luck with this one.

Authors Notes:

Hey guys, sorry for the delay but school is hectic this year *innocent face*.

Here's some background information on Matthew Gobart:

He grew up in New York and got was accepted to the New York Union studying Literature, like Olivia, which is where they met. His mom and dad have been married for 20 years. His mom is Angela and his dad is Robert. His brother is called Charlie and came out to him two days before this chapter. He hasn't told anyone else yet but has this huge crush on a boy at school called Johnny Boxam who lives in the apartment above them. His mom has suspected that he may be gay but she isn't sure how Robert will react, so she keeps quiet about it. Charlie goes to school with Johnny which makes it even worse. Matthew had always been very close to Charlie and his dad, but Charlie has always been closer to his mom.

Well there you go folks. Hope you enjoy this chapter. Reviews make my day *winky face* and also constructive critism, but if you think it is crap, please just say so and I will stop writing and embarrassing myself.

Love you all,

-H.x