Blaine blinked, feeling like he should remember that name from somewhere...
"St. Jerk!" came Santana's bark from a little while away, before she and Brittany appeared next to them, holding hands. "What are you doing here?"
"Ah, I see you and Brittany have relinquished your hold on the cover you used over your sexuality." Jesse eyed their conjoined hands smugly, "I always told Rachel you two shared an actually requited love for one another. It is interesting really-"
"Rachel!" Blaine exclaimed, suddenly realized why this guy seemed familar, "You seem just like Rachel!" he declared, then felt stupid from the looks of disbelief that Santana and Kurt were giving him. Jesse chuckled.
"Well yes, it has been said before that we are very much alike. We share the same talent...well, she's as close to my level of talent as any other in the world. And that is a compliment, although I am still a bit above her, talent wise...and height wise." Jesse chuckled, eyes glazing over as he was obviously pulled from into a memory, before he shook his head.
"St. Douche, you still have yet to answer why the hell you're here." Santana snapped again, changing up nicknames. Brittany patted her arm comfortingly.
"Jesse's okay Sanny. He always talked about proper cat health care with me. Lord Tubbington thanked him." Brittany chirped. Jesse nodded.
"Do you always have something to say about everything?" Kurt asked in disbelief. "You're like a random fact machine!"
"Um, who is this Jesse?" Blaine muttered in Kurt's ear, but his boyfriend waved him away.
"I'm actually here to talk to Rachel. But, I suppose I must make amends with all of you too, because I am truly am sorry for betraying you the way I did." Santana snorted, not allowing him to apologize, before dragging Brittany away from him.
"Bye Jesse!" Brittany waved to him. Kurt sighed, feeling pity for the poor boy, if nothing else. No amount of acting could produce the heartbroken look in his eye when he mentioned Rachel.
"Good luck." Kurt shrugged, pulling Blaine behind him after Santana and Brittany. Blaine opened his mouth to ask again who Jesse was, but he shook his head.
If it was important, he'd find out. He blinked to attention as Kurt started talking about how he was going to make his own outfit with Mercedes later that night. It was almost as if Jesse was never there.
Blaine and his Mom sat at the kitchen table, silently picking at their food. The door slammed, causing them both to jump.
"Blaine!" Senator Anthony snapped, "Do you know what this is?" he waved a newspaper around in his fist.
Blaine glanced up, worried that something had gone wrong on his first semester report card, but then he saw what his dad was holding, and barely refrained from answering back smartly, a newspaper.
"It's a newspaper." Anthony growled before Blaine could say something to get himself into even more trouble. "Read it." he commanded, dropping it right on top of Blaine's dinner plate.
"Anthony!" Claire complained. "That food was difficult to make." Anthony held his hand up to her, signaling for her to be silent as he stared Blaine down. Blaine skimmed through the paper, even though he didn't have to with the headline screaming at him.
LGBT TEENS FIGHT TO GO TO PROM
"I'm sorry." Blaine stated quietly, folding the paper in a half and handing the paper to his mom when she held her hand out for it. She too quickly scanned it.
"It's got to end. Break up with this boy of yours." Anthony snapped, and Blaine's eyes widened. Claire tossed the paper away as she finished with it.
"Yes Blaine, it really is time for you to move on. You need to find a nice, respectable girl who understands the press to go out with." Blaine turned to her, shock evident on his features.
"B-but you- I thought you were an ally on my side!" Blaine exclaimed, throwing his hands up in the air dramatically for lack of a better thing to do. Claire opened her mouth to say something, but Anthony interrupted her.
"This isn't a war, Blaine!" he said evenly, "We just want what's best for the family, and that's not this boy toy of yours. So you're going to break up with him." Anthony decided for him. Blaine tilted his head, before shaking it. He stood silently, pushing his chair in behind him.
"No." he stated simply, then walked out the front door, ignoring the calls for him to come back.
Blaine drove towards Lima. He swiped at his eyes in annoyance as a few tears fell. He didn't even know why he was crying. He started heading in the direction of Kurt's house, but decided against it as he remembered that Mercedes would be there to help Kurt with his prom suit. He changed directions, heading to the house of the one family member who always supported him in everything he did.
Blaine knocked on his Grandma's door, leaning his head against it at the same time. That's probably why he stumbled forward a few steps when the door opened, almost knocking his Grandma Helen over. His Grandma took one look at his bloodshot eyes and moved aside to allow him inside. The moment she shut the door, he threw himself into her arms. Then he was blubbering something he was not even aware of.
"At the beginning, this was just us trying to spend a memorable prom night together with each other and with our friends. Now, it's something bigger. We're not just standing up for ourselves anymore. This is for everyone else in the world too. For every hundred people who yell slurs at us and threaten us, it makes all that worth it to have one person say, 'Gay is Okay'. Dad doesn't know. He doesn't understand. Why can't he understand? I don't...I can't..." Then the tears became too much. Helen simply shushed him, rubbing his back and leading him to her couch. Blaine inhaled her scent. It was the warm, comforting scent that he always loved.
"What happened baby? What's this about the prom?" Helen questioned, and Blaine explained everything to her from the beginning. She knew about Kurt, but not about the prom, and his Dad's outlook. He felt his Grandma's fingertips tightening into his back, but didn't look up at her face. When he finally ended his rant, she pulled him back. She looked him in the eye and grabbed his chin.
"Sweetie, I'm gonna give you a choice here. I will let you move in here." Blaine perked up. Move to Lima? Away from his Dad? Near Kurt? "But the thing is, that would be a problem, because that would be almost an hour and a half commute to Dalton. So...if you wanted to move in with me, you would have to switch schools. I believe the school you would go to would be...McKinley Highschool."
It was good his family had a tendency to just forget about things, for neither of his parents commented on the fact he had stormed out and refused to do as they asked when he arrived back. They probably thought he had done it.
"I have something to show you." Blaine stated curtly to his family. Claire sat down on the living room couch, and his sister, Darrah, and her fiancé, Derek, who both must have arrived while he was gone, leaned back in the love seat they were already sitting in, curious. Anthony waved a hand at him, distracted by what he was reading.
"Later Blaine, I'm very busy and I need to-"
"Now." the dead seriousness in Blaine's voice caused his father to look up from his book, eyebrows raised, before he carefully sat next to his wife.
"You all know I'm in the Warblers, but I have a certain song to sing just for you, by myself. The prom problem is gaining publicity, and for that I'm sorry." he nodded to his Dad, "And that's what this song is about." he added, eyes already growing wet.
Sometimes is never quite enough
If you're flawless, then you'll win my love
He gave his Dad a pointed look, while the man looked back at him with wide eyes.
Don't forget to win first place
Don't forget to keep that smile on your face
Be a good boy
Blaine's mother swallowed thickly, a few tears coming down her face.
Try a little harder
You've got to measure up
And make me prouder
Blaine looked up at the ceiling, attempting to keep the tears back.
How long before you screw it up
How many times do I have to tell you to hurry up
With everything I do for you
The least you can do is keep quiet
Be a good girl
Darrah pressed a hand tight against her mouth, while Derek wrapped his arms around her.
You've gotta try a little harder
That simply wasn't good enough
To make us proud
Claire avoided Blaine's eyes, tears still streaming.
I'll live for you
I'll make you what I never was
If you're the best, then maybe so am I
Compared to him compared to her
I'm doing this for your own damn good
You'll make up for what I blew
What's the problem ... why are you crying
Be a good boy
Blaine was now officially crying as he stared his father down.
Push a little farther now
That wasn't fast enough
To make us happy
We'll love you just the way you are if you're perfect
Silence.
"Blaine-" his mother, Claire stood, but Blaine started talking over her.
"I'm moving in with Grandma. Where I'm actually accepted for who I am and not who I pretend to be."
Then he slammed the door of his house for the last time, walking out of their lives and into his future.
R & R. Yes, did anyone notice Jesse always has something to say about anything. He is a random fact machine. P.S. I love the idea of Brittany/Jesse friendship. And, the results are in, as to who Artie will be with, and who Mercedes will be with. Now, who do you think Rachel will be/should be with? (Hint: I was mighty pissed at the New York finale, because, I don't care, fine, Finchel can have high school, but New York? Broadway? BULLSHIT! That is St. Berry territory, get off it Finchel. P.S.S. Sorry for the long-ish wait on this, my keyboard (p and a keys) broke off somehow, so it had to go to the repair shop. My poor Luigi has been through a lot. (I named my laptop Luigi, my IPad Mario, my phone Bowser, my first laptop Yoshi, and my IPod Princess Peach, why yes, I am a nerd). P.S.S.S. I've got to end this now, or else it will never stop, and the author's note will be longer than the chapter, oops. Bye!