A/N: I know it's short but life got crazy on me. Hopefully after this weekend I can update on a more regular basis. Enjoy!
"And first place goes to the New Directions!"
Those words had been echoing in his head throughout the weekend. Blaine was the one who signed those words to his fellow choir-mates. He was the one who painted disappointment on their faces. 'Next year,' Blaine signed following the announcement. 'Next year we're going to Nationals.' He could tell that they didn't believe him.
His grumbles lost in his throat, Blaine got out of bed and sluggishly ran through his morning routine before grabbing his backpack and new sheet music.
"Good morning, sweetie," Blaine's mother, Michelle, called in a cheerful tone from the kitchen table, where she was sipping coffee next to her husband. Blaine's father, William, was currently hidden behind the morning's newspaper.
Blaine waved her off, still too tired and too depressed to sign, as he poured his own cup of coffee and a bowl of cereal before sitting down at the table with his parents.
Michelle beamed at her younger son. "So tell us how your little competition went," she prodded after Blaine had a few mouthfuls of his breakfast. William snorted from the other end of the table as he took another sip of his black coffee.
'We lost," Blaine signed off-handily before he took another sip of his coffee.
"I'm so sorry to hear that, honey," Michelle said, placing her hand on her son's.
"Of course you lost. Whoever heard of a deaf choir? It's a damn waste of good money if you ask me," William voiced with a turn of the page. "That school should be focusing on turning out working citizens, instead of letting half of you go immediately on Disability."
Michelle squeezed her son's hand and mouthed 'don't worry.'
The corner of Blaine's mouth twitched upward in a smile. He slowly stretched his hand to her neck, his fingers barely resting at the side of her small adam's apple as she hummed a few notes. Mother and son smiled broadly
"Enough of that," William snapped. "You're going to make me late for work."
Blaine nodded before quickly disposing of his dishes in the sink. He grabbed his backpack, mentally berating himself for forgetting to finish the last of his math homework, and waited by the door for his father.
William shot his son the usual disappointed look before walking out the front door. Blaine followed him, head low and eyes downcast. He couldn't wait until he got his own car. He couldn't wait to get his own place.