Title: Pretty Blue Eyes
Prompt: Kid!Blaine gets bullied because he admits that he likes this one boy in his class.
Warnings: Homophobic language.
Note: Filled prompt (#88) from blangstpromptoftheday.
Pretty Blue Eyes
He was eight years old when Glenn Baxter turned up at school.
Blaine liked him instantly. Glenn had the most striking eyes that he had ever seen outside of a Disney movie. They were bright blue, like the cymbalaria flowers his mother always displayed on the kitchen table. His hair was a tangled mess of blonde curls, which made Blaine like him even more. He had never met another little boy with hair that was as wild as his own. Blaine hoped that Glenn would sit next to him. Maybe they could be friends? Then perhaps he wouldn't have to spend every lunchtime by himself.
But Glenn didn't sit next to him. He sat at the back of the class with the cooler kids, the ones that liked football and whose mothers baked for the annual cake sales. But that didn't deter Blaine. He tried to talk to Glenn whenever he wasn't surrounded by his new friends, thinking that his forced smiles and tone of faked interest were genuine. He watched him every recess as he ran around the yard with the other kids, peering over the top of his borrowed library books and blushing whenever he came close.
Blaine had heard his big brother Cooper talking about girls and butterflies and funny feelings in his chest when he really liked someone. And he sort of understood what he meant. He really liked Glenn, even though he wasn't a girl with a pretty skirt and long eyelashes. But that didn't really matter, right? Blaine thought girls were icky anyway. When he heard Cooper talking about something called Valentine's day on the phone, he tugged at his sweater in curiosity.
"Coop, what's Valetine's day?"
"It's sort of like a holiday, you give the girl you like a card or something and then you get to kiss her and stuff," Cooper irritably covered the mouthpiece with one hand. "Now clear off, I'm on the phone!"
Blaine's eyes brightened. The next day at school, he spent his entire art lesson making a card for Glenn. By the time he was finished, he was covered in red glitter and paste, but he didn't care one bit if his mother scolded him for ruining his shirt. Blaine waited patiently for the classroom to empty before he shuffled over to where Glenn was pulling on his jacket.
"Hi," Blaine blushed and put the card on the desk. "Happy Valentine's day."
Glenn's face was priceless. Blaine didn't know that a person could show so many different expressions in ten seconds. First came confusion, then irritation, and finally amusement. Glenn snickered. "You don't give a boy Valentine's day cards! Are you a fag or something?"
Blaine didn't understand. He didn't know what the word 'fag' meant, but he was sure that it was something pretty mean. And he didn't know that Glenn's eyes could be so cold. Instead of the fuzzy feeling he got when he looked into them, Blaine felt a flicker of fear in the confines of his stomach. Glenn stepped around the desk and pushed Blaine in the chest, sending him toppling backwards into the chair behind him. As his back hit the floor, he heard a ripping sound and all of a sudden, pieces of shredded, glittery paper fluttered around his face.
Glenn laughed. "See you later, Fairy Anderson!"
Hot tears trickled down Blaine's face. He wasn't sure if it was because of the nasty names he had been called or because his special card was in bits on the grubby floor or because of the pain in his back. Maybe it was a combination of all three. But he did know one thing: he was never going to let a pair of baby blue eyes fool him ever again.