AN: Hey everybody! Back to Blaine's perspective this time around! And there's a new original character, he represents a male version of myself. (Btw the guy's guitar, yeah that's mine.) This chapter was inspired by the song Words, Hands, Hearts by Yellowcard (which is sung later on) and if you haven't heard it, I highly recommend you do! This is the longest chapter I have written yet, but part of it is because of the song I think, haha. And here you go, here's chapter ten!
Chapter Ten: Words, Hands, Hearts
Blaine's Perspective
Later that very day I was released from the hospital and I could finally feel free. My stomach fluttered at the thought of Kurt liking me back at all. But the thing that startled me was that he was so up front, and so was I. After everything that has happened, and considering we didn't put any labels on us yet, I figured we should wait a bit before we dive into a relationship. I've never been in one before, so I have no idea what to do. I figured I'd talk to Kurt about it when I got home.
My mother handed me my phone and refused to meet my eyes as we walked towards her black SUV. I sat in the passenger side and buckled myself in. She did the same before starting to drive home. The silence wasn't awkward, it was something I was used to at home, ever since I came out of the closet to them. My mother wasn't exactly fond of the idea, and thought I was going through some stupid phase. "So I talked to Kurt." She spoke with a dash a disapproval in her voice. My eyes widened in fear. No. What did she do? "He claimed to be gay. Just, like, you." She hissed.
I gulped in fear. "Well you're not going to have to worry about that, because I'll be at Dalton the rest of the year. Lay off my friend, alright?" I fired back with my temper rising. Then my phone buzzed in my hands and I directed my attention to it. I smiled slightly at the message when I read it.
"Hey, Blaine. We'll need to talk about everything, and I want to see you, so can we hang out? – Kurt"
"Probably not. My mom is keeping me locked up so I can pack for tomorrow. – Blaine"
"Oh yeah! Sorry! I guess I'll see you in our dorm tomorrow morning then! :) – Kurt"
"Yep :) Any tips on what to bring specifically? – Blaine"
"Just bring basically everything you use on a daily basis. – Kurt"
"Sounds good to me. See you tomorrow! – Blaine"
"Alright, bye :) – Kurt"
I slid my phone back into my pocket and stared at the road ahead of me, avoiding any side glances from my mother. I was sick of her being such a bitch, that's why I never told her anything, she always ruined everything if I did. And now, here she was, potentially scaring the shit out of the guy I really care about. I bet Kurt put her in her place. I really couldn't help but smile at the thought of that.
Once we arrived at my home, a large estate, I quickly climbed out of the SUV and raced off to my bedroom. I hated bringing people over to my house, because for one, they most likely would have to be confronted by my awful parents. But secondly, they would probably treat me differently because of how rich my family was, which I hated to even think about. There were two rooms within this massive house that I actually cherished with all my heart. Those two rooms were my room, and the music room.
My room was practically a more carefree version of Kurt's. The walls were painted navy blue and I had posters hanging almost everywhere. My bed had a black comforter and silver linen sheets tucked beneath it. It was my place to watch movies on my flat screen TV, to eat snacks from my mini fridge, and to just simply relax. And, well, to hide away from my parents at all costs. But it wasn't my favorite room. No, the music room was most definitely my favorite room of all.
The music room was as wide as the McKinley High School choir room. Every variation of a musical instrument could be found here. Though the most collected, were guitars. Rows upon rows of different styles, colors, and types of guitars littered the walls. The funny part was that my parents didn't even play instruments, let alone sing, so when I taught myself how to play the acoustic guitar they bought me when I was seven, they bought me more. And eventually, I was given over 20 guitars throughout my years. Until I told them I was gay. Any gifts, caring, or loving action, was simply abolished until I "got through this ridiculous phase."
That's why I don't talk about them with anyone. They're a part of my life that I wish I could simply press Control + Delete for, but sadly enough, life doesn't do what you what it to in most cases. I carried on, avoiding them at all costs and ignored confrontations about my sexuality every month or so until they gave up all together. For about two years, I've been a complete outcast. I've had enough shit happen at Westerville High School, which they allowed me to transfer from, before they knew the true reason as to why I needed to leave. Every day I have to walk downstairs and fly right past them and put on my brave face, one filled with courage. But now, I was going somewhere safe and new, which was slightly scary to think of, but also extremely relieving.
In result of being at Kurt's house, the party, and the hospital over the past three days, I lost practically any time to pack. I glanced around my room and paced over to my dresser, snatching sets upon sets of clothes onto my bed to organize and put into my suitcase later. Next up was my bathroom supplies, which, of course, included about nine bottles of hair gel. It took about three hours for me to grab and organize the abundance of items from my room. I just needed to grab an acoustic-electric guitar from the music room and I'd be ready.
I crossed the hallway and headed past a few doors until stopping in front of the music room, pulling a worn, silver key out of my pocket, and unlocked the door. I strutted in and left the door open behind me. The sight of the room made me relax instantly, it was as if all my troubles had vanished. The walls were painted black and the floors were a dark brown wood paneling. It made the room disappear and all of your focus to be on the marvelous instruments filling the room. I paced over to the line of acoustic guitars and picked up my favorite one; it had a common, light wooden, and glossy look, which many acoustics had. The pick guard was thin and swirled around the exposed circle in the center. It was a reddish color, mixed with oranges and yellows, somewhat resembling flames when shimmering in the light. I loved this acoustic-electric guitar because it didn't have all the bling and fancy extra features like many of the other guitars did. It was simply beautiful, and the sound matched the exterior as well.
Smiling, I chose a designated case to carry it in. Eventually, I headed back to my room to look over all my packed items and checked the time. It was already 9:40pm, and I figured it would be best if I slept early this time around. Tomorrow was a big day, and it's best to start on a good foot.
At Dalton Academy; 7:48am
I just finished unloading all my belongings into my shared dorm with Kurt, who wasn't here yet, which was understandable. Class didn't start until nine here anyway, and he was in Lima still. I decided to grab my schedule and take a quick tour of the school to find my classes, before I embarrassed myself by being late to every single one of them. I glanced at my first period, English 10 in Room 204. Alright, I'm guessing that would be the second floor, fourth room. Taking a deep breath, I went down the staircase from where the dorms are, down two floors, to finally reach the second floor. I turned out to be right, which probably meant that all the other rooms followed suit. After running through them all, my theory was proposed to be correct. It turned out that finding my way around was a lot easier than I expected, considering how massive the school was.
It was now 8:05am and slowly some more people began to appear in the school from both the dorms and the front doors. Many were heading to the cafeteria to grab some breakfast. I considered joining them, and the growl from my empty stomach decided for me. I paced over to the short line of students and grabbed a pre-made stack of pancakes, along with a serving of scrambled eggs and a carton of chocolate milk. I thanked the ladies behind the counter and picked up my tray to go find a spot to sit. Only about four tables were actually filled, and I thought about sitting alone because I didn't actually know anyone here. But then, someone tapped my shoulder, I turned around and the boy flashed me a wide grin. I smiled politely in return and asked, "Hey, can I help you?"
"More so the opposite, I believe I can help you." The boy teased lightly.
I'd have to admit, he was fine on the eyes. He had slightly wavy, dark brown hair that fell over his brilliantly blue eyes. His tone was friendly and helpful, so I smiled up at him and introduced myself. "My name's Blaine Anderson." I balanced my tray with one hand to offer him a hand shake.
His eyes shimmered at me, and even his smile was something I wouldn't mind getting used to. "And I'm Alexander Young." He began while shaking my hand, "Mid-term transfer?" he asked while dropping our hands, leading me towards a table.
I followed him and nodded, "Yeah, bullying." I confirmed softly.
Alex frowned and shook his head, "People can be so stupid sometimes. I transferred here at the beginning of this year because of it too." He sighed.
We sat down at an empty table and rested our trays on it. There was a black case sitting next to where he sat down and my eyes lit up. "You play?" I asked, almost too excitedly.
He chuckled, "Well, I've been attempting to teach myself for about four months now. So, I'm obviously not all that experienced. Do you?" he piped up in curiosity.
I shook my head excitedly and then looked down bashfully. "Could I, well, maybe play it? I left mine in my dorm." I asked quietly.
He laughed and nodded while unzipping his case, pulling out an extremely American electric guitar. It literately had a rippling American flag on the front of it. He pulled out a light blue pick and gently handed it over to me, along with the cord to plug it into the amplifier. So that's why we sat next to the wall, I noted while he hooked up the amp to the outlet on the wall. Alex played with the nobs, adjusting the volume so we wouldn't disrupt the entire building. Then he handed it over to me, and I strummed the strings lightly with a smiled on my face. "It's not a Gibson, what brand?" I asked curiously.
Alex smiled and replied swiftly, "It's from Randy Jackson's Memorial Day collection, he had other colors but I thought this one would be a good one to choose, in memory of my grandfather, even though he didn't die in action. But I also got it in memory of everyone else that has passed away in war."
"That's really touching; I applaud your choice, Alex." I complimented.
"Call me Alexander." He spoke with a smile. "Why shorten a name that you're born and raised with?"
I shook my head with a smile playing at my lips, "You are one of a kind, Alexander." He laughed light-heartedly and looked at me expectedly. "Oh yeah, playing guitar. Got it." I muttered softly then decided to play something not my typical style, but something that would sound pretty awesome on this guitar. It felt like it was a good song to sing as well, so I did, while strumming the correct chords and letting the music fill the air.
"The whole world was sleeping,
And I was there.
You could just sense this feeling, in the air.
Like no one's words were good enough, to define what we feared.
And no one's words were strong enough, to fix what happened here!"
The pace of the song quickened rapidly and I strummed the strings in fast pace while singing the chorus.
"Lead on to save me,
Lead us all there!
Find me some answers,
One nation beware!
Can't tell the difference, between myth and man!
Or what's necessary, or where I should stand!"
Then the song slowed down as the second verse rolled on, but I wasn't the one to sing this time, Alexander did.
"The whole world is different, now men have died.
They can just sense this feeling, in our eyes.
Like no one's hands are big enough,
To hold onto this fear.
And no one's hands are strong enough, to fix what happened here!"
He smiled widely while I played the chorus for him as he sang in a strong tenor pitch.
"Lead on to save me,
Lead us all there!
Find me some answers,
One nation beware!
Can't tell the difference, between myth and man!
Or what's necessary, or where I should stand!"
Alexander gestured to me and I smirked, taking on the hook and next verse as my own.
"So do we dare now?
Raise our voices loud?
We're searching for something that cannot be found.
I hear open mouths,
And I see open hands!
But the blinded, and silent, I can't understand!The whole world is watching, with one blank stare.
I can just sense this feeling, of ill-repair.
Like no one's heart is full enough,
To keep away this fear.
And no one's heart is strong enough, to fix what happened here!"
I glanced over at Alexander and he joined me in for the chorus.
"Lead on to save me!
Lead us all there!
Find me some answers!
It's time that you shared!
Can't tell the difference, between myth and man!
Or what's necessary, or where I should stand!
Then Alexander and I traded lines for the hook, smiling at each other the whole time. I began with, "So do we dare now!"
Quickly followed by Alexander's smooth voice singing, "Raise our voices loud!"
Then we sang the next line together, "We're searching, for something, that cannot be found!"
Alexander chimed in with ease, singing, "I hear open mouths!"
Which was matched by me with, "And I see open hands!"
We sang the final lines together, "But the blinded, and silent, I can't understand."
I let the final notes ring out and then handed him back his guitar. "Whoa, you can seriously sing." I said instantly.
He blushed and looked down, turning off his amp and unplugging all the cords. "Thanks, I don't sing with people that much. It's just that you looked so happy singing, and I couldn't help but join in with some good old Yellowcard playing." He chuckled awkwardly. "I probably ruined if for you, sorry man." He sighed.
"Did you seriously not just hear me?" I asked, completely shocked by his lack of self-confidence.
"What do you mean?" he questioned with his brows furrowed as he gazed up at me.
"That was amazing. You and I are going to do more duets." I informed him kindly.
He rubbed the back of his neck as the blush coated his cheeks. "That's really sweet of you, Blaine. I'd love that. And, um, do you want to hang out later?" he asked sheepishly.
"Absolutely. Can I have your number?"
He chuckled and pulled out his simple black Android phone, "I don't even really know my own number, so just punch yours in." he spoke with a shrug.
I smiled and nodded, adding myself as a new contact on his phone. After I finished, I handed him back his phone and told him, "Just text me so I can add you later."
"Will do." He replied cheerfully, then hesitation crossed his face temporarily and I caught it right away.
"Hey, are you alright?" I asked in a concerned tone.
"Yeah, I'm just, well, I'd rather let you know now than later." He mumbled quietly.
"What is it?" I wondered out loud.
"I just don't want us to lose our friendship one day like a lot of people at my old school did. Just to let you know, I'm bisexual." He rambled hurriedly while looking at his hands that he folded together in his lap.
"And I'm gay, makes no difference to me." I said with a smile.
Alexander sighed in relief and laughed. "I shouldn't be so worried all the time. It's nice to have someone to talk about cute guys with for once." He responded happily.
"I'm glad to be here for you, bro." I spoke reassuringly and clapped my hand on his shoulder.
Alexander glanced at his watch and frowned. "Well, it's about 8:40, looks like I better get back to my dorm and wake up my roommate. See you later, yeah?" he asked questioningly.
I gave him a warm smile and nodded, "Wouldn't miss it for the world. See ya, Alexander!" I called out as he briskly walked back towards the dorms. I sighed contently while picking up my tray and headed to a trash can to dump out the paper plates and used napkins. My stomach instantly fluttered in both anxiety and excitement, because it's time to go see my roommate.