Blaine sighed as he walked through the door. He slipped off his cleats and let his bag drop to the floor.

"Hi, honey, how was practice?" Blaine's mom called from the kitchen.

"Fine," Blaine said, without any enthusiasm in his voice.

"That's good. Go get cleaned up before dinner."

Blaine sighed again before heading upstairs. Once in his room, he stripped off his baseball clothes and went to the bathroom to take a shower. The shower felt amazing as he washed away all the sweat and dirt from practice.

Blaine finished in the shower and went back to his room to get dressed. He saw the pile of baseball clothes on the floor and sighed. He really hated baseball, but there wasn't anything he could do about it. Blaine knew that the only reason he was still playing baseball was because his dad wanted him to. Something about how being a good athlete makes you better at other aspects of life or something. Blaine didn't agree with it, but his dad always made sure Blaine was signed up before Blaine even had a chance to tell him that he didn't want to play baseball anymore.

Although, Blaine did try one time to convince his dad that he didn't need baseball and that hadn't ended too well.

Blaine knocked on his dad's office door. He had to talk to his dad about baseball; he just couldn't do it anymore.

"Dad? Can I talk to you for a minute?"

"Sure, Blaine. Come on in. Have a seat," Blaine's father said as he motioned to the chair in front of his desk.

"What's going on?"

Here goes nothing. "I want to quit baseball."

Blaine's father looked shocked. "But you love baseball. Why would you want to quit? It's so good for you."

"I just—I just don't really like it that much anymore."

"But, Blaine. You're so good at baseball." That was a lie. He was decent, but wasn't future professional player good by any stretch of the imagination.

"But—"

"Just keep at it, Blaine. You'll like it again. Besides, baseball's good for you. It's teaching you all theses things that are going to be vital for the rest of your life."

"But dad—"

"We're not going to discuss it anymore, Blaine. You're going to keep playing baseball. It's good for you."

That was almost a year ago and Blaine hadn't attempted to persuade his father to change his mind about making Blaine stay in baseball since. After that conversation, Blaine pretty much knew it was going to be a lost cause.

Lately, he had really hated the fact that he had to play baseball. Baseball practice clashed with his school's show choir rehearsal and he would definitely much rather be doing that then playing baseball.

"Blaine! Dinner's ready!"

Several days had passed and Blaine was still playing baseball and hating it more and more every single day. He just wanted out of baseball. Blaine had worked up courage to talk to his father about it, but his father was once again adamant that Blaine should continue to play baseball.

After one extremely long and grueling practice, Blaine decided he had had enough and quit. He knew that his dad would be furious, but Blaine just couldn't take it anymore.

Blaine hadn't explicitly told his father that he had quit baseball yet. He knew he would have to, but it was mostly a matter of finding the right time as well as the right way to say it.

Unfortunately for Blaine, his father had found out before Blaine even had had a chance to talk with him about it. Even worse, Blaine didn't know that his dad found out until dinner that night.

"So, I went over to the school tonight so I could watch your game," Blaine's father told him.

Blaine instantly knew where his father was going with this conversation and there was no way that this could end well.

"Imagine my surprise when I didn't see my son playing."

Blaine looked down at the table in an attempt to avoid looking directly at his father. His father was pissed and Blaine wasn't quite ready to look at his face.

"I thought that maybe there was a mistake. Maybe something happened and he was sitting on the bench. But he wasn't there either. So after the game, I went up and asked his coach where Blaine was. Now, what do you think he told me Blaine?"

Blaine remained silent, knowing that no matter what he said, his father was going to be upset.

"He told me that Blaine had quit baseball. Well, do you have anything to say for yourself?"

Blaine didn't say anything, just remained quiet.

"Answer me, Blaine. Why on earth would you quit baseball? You had so much going for you. But, tomorrow you can go talk to your coach—"

Blaine cut off his father. "No."

"Excuse me?"

"I'm not going to talk to my coach. I'm not joining baseball again. I won't do it."

"Yes you will. You will go talk to your coach first thing tomorrow morning and get back on that team!"

"NO! I hate baseball. I've already told you that, but you won't listen. I've only been doing it because you've forced me to and now I'm done with it."

"Don't talk to me that way, Blaine Anderson. You will show me some respect."

Blaine was silent for a moment as he tried to get his anger under control. "I don't want to do baseball anymore. I'm sick and tired of it."

"But you are so good at it."

"No, I'm not. I'm just good enough to make the team. I haven't even been putting in any effort this year, and I haven't been putting any effort into it for the last two years."

"And now what do you plan on doing? Just sitting around the house? Because that is not going to happen."

"I don't plan to sit around the house," Blaine said calmly, hoping that his father wouldn't ask how he was going to be spending his time.

"What do you plan on joining some choir or something?"

Leave it to his father to get it right on the first try.

Blaine's father took his silence as a yes to his question. "You gave up baseball to join some stupid choir?! Why on earth would you think that's a good idea? How is that going to help you later? Just why would you give up something your are so good at?"

"Because I hated baseball and I actually like doing this. I just makes more sense to me to spend my time doing something I actually enjoy than wasting my time with something I completely hate."

"I can't believe you, Blaine. I'm so disappointed in you. I thought you would have—"

"Would have what? Continued doing something I hated? I'm not going to do that, dad. I'm not." Blaine scraped his chair along the hardwood floor and left the table.

"Blaine, get back here."

"Why? Nothing you say is going to change my mind. I've quit and I'm not going back. I'm done." Blaine quickly ran up the stairs and slammed his door behind him. He knew his father wasn't going to take it well, but he had hoped that his father wouldn't have at least given choir a chance before deciding it would be a waste of his time.