#Blaine

There were a lot of boring classes in Blaine's schedule but none of them could measure up to sailing lessons. When he first heard about it he was really excited but quickly he discovered that the first couple of semesters were going to be mostly theoretical. He was sitting between Wes and David, wondering once again why he hadn't found a different seat in the class while the other two boys were busy having a shoving fight behind him. He was about to award the lesson as the longest in the history of mankind when Mrs. Harris, their homeroom teacher, entered the class and waited for the old teacher to notice her presence. It took almost a full five minutes and Mrs. Harris clearing her throat to get him to stop the monotonic lecture he was reading from the text book.

"Blaine, please come into my office," she said formally, sending a smile to the other teacher and stepping out of the room.

"Oh oh… Someone is in trouble," Wes whispered mischievously while trying to dodge another hit to the head from David.

"Neh… Blaine's never in trouble, especially not in Mrs. Harris' book," David whispered back, without pausing his attack.

"I bet if someone got murdered right in this room and the teachers caught Blaine with the gun, they'd somehow pin it back to us."

"Wes, how dare you? Blainey-baby would never hurt a fly," David mimicked their teacher's high voice while trying to pinch Blaine's cheek.

"Shut up." Blaine threw a pen at David, but couldn't keep his frown for more than a few seconds .They kept on like that while Blaine got up of his chair, trying to prevent getting hit from the other two in the process.

While he walked to her office he wondered if he could really be in trouble for something he'd done but his worries flew away when Mrs. Harris greeted him with her usual, genuine, warm smile, gesturing him to sit down.

"How was your day, Blaine?"

He shrugged his shoulders. "Sailing was boring as usual."

Mrs. Harris laughed at that with an 'oh Blaine' huff that made him think for a second about Wes and David and how they could never know that what they were joking about wasn't far from reality.

"I called you to give you this." She reached for the drawers at her side and pulled out a large envelope.

"What is it?" Blaine looked at her, frowning his eyebrows.

"It's a letter your father asked me to give you," she said matter of factly, looking down at her table and arranged the papers on it.

"So why didn't I get it with the rest of the mail on Friday?" Blaine was starting to worry that something is wrong so he pushed for an answer.

"When your father discussed with me on the matter the other day I assured him he was doing the right thing." Mrs. Harris kept her gaze on her desktop and Blaine started to suspect she was avoiding looking at him on purpose. "Since the mail is usually monitored before reaching its address, getting letters from an SOG would not be something that the administration would be able to ignore."

"What?" He asked in confusion, looking at the letter searching for an inscription but finding it blank.

"I guess the letter will explain it all." She finally raised her head and smiled once again warmly at him. "You're excused from the rest of your class. I'll write you a note."

"Thanks!" Blaine said excitedly and left her office, walking fast to his dorm room.

An hour later Blaine sat on the floor with his back to the mattress. The light outside his window had gotten dimmer and he finally noticed that he was staring at the letters and not really reading them anymore. It made no sense to him. After all this time, the two people he thought he would never hear from again sent him letters telling him about their parents and laws and their lives now. He didn't comprehend anything that he read. The only thing he could thing about was the last day he went to the park, waiting for his best friends to come.

It's been three months since he gave the letter to his father to send to his friends. His parents didn't know about his plan to meet them so he had to make up an excuse to leave the house after school hours. He told them they had a math study group and school was walking distance from their house so they let him walk there by himself. Walking to the park took him almost an hour but every week he was certain that this time Kurt and Dave would arrive. It was a bright when he first left the house that day but a few miles away from the park it started to rain. He ran the rest of the way and by the time he got there he was soaking wet with no place to hide from the pouring skies. Blaine set on a bench trying to catch his breath and looked around to find that no one was there. At that moment Blaine realized for the first time that they might never come and he might never be able to see them again. He dropped his head as he cried miserably, rain still pouring down on him. Blaine was lying on the bench, knees pressed to his chest, when his mother arrived half an hour later. She lifted him to her and led him to the car. Later at dinner his father told him that she came to pick him up from school when it started to rain, discovering that there was no one there.

"Your mother drove around town not knowing where you were. Can you imagine how worried we were?" His father said, looking sharply at him. What hurt the most was the look of disappointment rather than anger. That was the last time Blaine went there. He started writing more letters instead and his father agreed to deliver them but he never got an answer.

A knock on the door woke him from his thoughts. It was completely dark outside now so he stepped carefully towards the door trying not to knock anything in his way. Leaning on the door frame was Nathan.

"Blaine, is everything alright? I haven't seen you around since lunch," he asked and his face became even more worried when he noticed Blaine's red eyes.

Blaine simply nodded and walked back into the room, sitting on his bed.

"Are you sure? You don't look so well." Nathan followed him and sat beside him.

He finally raised his head from the floor and found bright blue eyes staring at him. Nathan had dark blond hair that he usually styled with gel and a lean figure.

"It's nothing."

"Here." He handed Blaine a sandwich. "You missed dinner."

"Thanks." Blaine smiled appreciatively, taking a bite into it.

Blaine met Nathan in his first year of high school, when he was new in the area and got transfered to their Laborer boarding school. The first time they talked it was a few weeks after the year started and they been inseparable ever since. Both having passions for reading and music, they could spend hours talking without even noticing it. Blaine always had close friends but only after he met Nathan he remembered what it was like to have a best friend.

Even though he knew he could tell him everything, it didn't feel right sharing with him the letters he got. That night he wrote two response letters for the boys, thankful that he didn't have a roommate that might suspect anything. At first it was weird, trying to share with practically strangers the feelings and thoughts he had but after a while Blaine started expecting the answer letters, going frequently to Mrs. Harris office to ask if he gotten any mail. Besides writing them about his days, he loved hearing the other boys' stories about the people they knew, the things they learned in school, and their interests. It was like having a glance into a whole different world.

Blaine sat next to his desk in his room, writing a letter to Dave. It'd been two months since they first started this exchange and Blaine still found it strange how natural it felt to share everything on paper with the two boys. He was so caught up in writing that he hadn't noticed Nathan knocking on the door and eventually letting himself in. "What are you doing?" Nathan asked, leaning over him, trying to look at the papers.

Blaine jump in surprise and throw his hand to cover the pages.

"Okay then…" Nathan looked suspiciously at him.

"It's just… homework," Blaine answered while gathering the pages and putting them in the first drawer beside him, shutting the drawer close a little too strongly.

Nathan shook his head slightly, his eyebrows frowned. "Fine… Did you finish the management paper?"

Blaine sighed with relief, content that he dropped the subject. "No." He took the study book from his back pack and they went to sit on his bed. They spent the next hour writing their papers without interruption but when they both reached at the same time to take another page, their hands touched. Blaine looked up for a second finding another set of eyes looking back and it felt like the air between them changed.

Blaine found Nathan attractive from the first time he had laid eyes on him but he would never act upon it since he had never showed interest and Blaine didn't want to jeopardize their friendship. That's why when he felt Nathan's hand stroking up his slowly, his blue eyes searching within his own. Blaine could only take shallow gaps. Nathan's hand traveled slowly all the way to the back of his neck, his eyes jumping every other second to Blaine's mouth. His world seemed to slow and although it may have been only a second, it felt like an eternity while his brain processed what was happening before Blaine responded by grabbing him by his school uniform tie and pulling him to a kiss. Nathan pulled lightly at the curls at the nape of his neck as Blaine stroked his lips with the tip of his tongue, trying to gain access into his mouth. He opened his mouth and they deepened the kiss, Blaine almost sitting in his lap when they parted to take a breath.

"Are you sure about th…" Blaine started to ask but he was cut off with another kiss. Nathen held him close against his body as he laid down slowly on his back so Blaine was resting on top of his chest. Blaine felt his pants growing tighter and he thrust his hips down for friction when they heard his door opened.

"Blaine, curfew's in…" It took the other boy a few seconds before he figured out what he was interrupting but he turned back out of the room when it dawned.

The snap back to reality happened fast when they realized that it was Mason, the floor commander. Blaine recovered first, launching himself from the bed and going after him. He knew that if Mason decided to report them they would get suspended, if not worse. He didn't want to think about the worse. Blaine got to Mason's room minutes later, praying to find him there.

When Mason opened the door he looked startled and flushed but mostly surprised to see Blaine there.

"Can I come in?" Blaine almost begged, looking worriedly around him to make sure no one else was in the hall.

Mason deliberated for a second but eventually nodded and let him pass. When the door was closed Blaine continued to talk.

"It wasn't what it looked like. Mason please believe me." Blaine stood in the middle of the room, the other boy still standing by the door and looking anywhere but him. Blaine took a step closer, his voice pleading. "Mason, please don't tell anyone. It was nothing, I swear. It wasn't what it looked like," he repeated again.

When Mason eventually looked up at him, Blaine couldn't place the expression on his face, which made him even more worried.

"Really?" Mason said, tone harsh and low. " 'Cause to me it looked like you two were kissing and rutting against each other."

Blaine shook his head violently, looking at him with tear filled eyes. "Please… You can't tell anybody." He kept begging. His voice cracked and the only thing he could think about was his parents and how disappointed they would be in him.

Mason took a step closer to Blaine. "I wonder what the school board will say about this…" he said as he raised his hand to Blaine's chin, forcing their eyes to meet, "abomination." He finished with a lower voice, looking darkly at him. He lowered his hand a second later. "But I think I know how to solve it," he said matter of factly and went to stand behind where Blaine was frozen in place. He stood flush behind him and whispered in Blaine's ear. "I've been watching you for a long time." His voice was low again and he dragged a finger on the low on Blaine's back, causing him to shiver with dread but he couldn't make himself move. "Your gorgeous eyes, your pretty mouth that looks perfect for…" He got even closer to him, tracing Blaine's lips with his finger, breathing the next words in his ear. "Sucking things," He backed away again and continued, his finger traveled dangerously lower. "And beautiful ass that's just begging for…" He dragged his finger over the curve of Blaine's ass but didn't finish the sentence.

Blaine just stood there, completely in shock, while Mason's hands kept moving over him. His mind went black from the sheer terror from both the thought of someone finding out and also from what this boy might make him do in return for staying quiet.

Mason held one hand to Blaine's chest and pressed flush against him again. Blaine could feel his hard dick pressed against his ass and he snapped out of it, taking two steps forwards and turning around.

"You can't make me do anything," Blaine fumed at him.

"I thought you said you didn't want anyone to know." He took step closer again.

Blaine was about to say that it wasn't worth it, but he imagined for a second what might happen if it was revealed. A second of hesitation was all it took for Mason to launch on him again.

"Don't worry were going to have fun," he whispered while starting to undo the buttons of Blaine's shirt.

Suddenly the door behind them opened and Nathan hastily walked into the room.

"Mason I don't know what you think you saw but you're wrong!" Nathan threw at him hurriedly, not even noticing the tension in the room.

Mason's hands froze in place and he tried as naturally as possible to brush off his attempt as an innocent one, taking a few steps away from Blaine and heading to his bed. Blaine suspected it was mostly to hide the obvious bulge in the front of his uniform pants.

"Whatever. Just go away," he said while putting a study book on his lap and starting to read in it, or at least pretending to.

Blaine did not hesitate to escape, shoving Nathan out of the way as he ran from the room. Nathan ran after him and caught him midway to Blaine's room, apparently finally sensing that something is wrong.

"Blaine, what happened?" He asked worriedly.

Blaine just looked blankly at him, turned around and went to his room, shutting the door behind him.