Blaine Anderson came out to his parents when he was 14.
"Get out!" He stared at his father.
"W-what?"
"Get out! I won't have one of...them in my house!"
"Tom..." Blaine's mother whispered.
"Come on, Kathy! You don't want him to stay here in our house. He'd probably contaminate his brother. Make him gay too." The way he uttered that word like it was the most disgusting thing he'd ever heard of hurt.
"I'll give you ten minutes to pack some stuff and get the hell out." Mrs. Anderson made a noise of protest.
"What? You think that's unreasonable? I'm letting him take some of the things that we supplied for him, despite him being so ungrateful as to repay us by being like that.
"Dad-"
"Don't call me that. Go." Blaine turned and ran to his room, where he sunk down against his door, tears streaming freely now. Allowing himself a short time to let his breathing slow down, he stood up and grabbed his school backpack. Unzipping it, he dumped out the contents. Barely a second after his geometry book thudded to the floor, he was shoving clothes and miscellaneous other things into the bag. There was a tentative knock at the door and he froze.
"What?" Blaine was surprised at how even his voice sounded.
"Can I come in?" his mothers voice floated through the door. He stayed silent. She pushed open the door.
"Blaine..." she placed her hand on his shoulder but he shrugged it off. At his continued silence, she spoke again.
"I-I'm can send you to boarding school. Your father wont know. I think I can pay for the rest of high school, if I put a little money aside regularly..." She gulped. Blaine stared up at her.
"...boarding school?"
"Dalton Academy...I've been looking at it for a while- since you were found in that closet," he winced, "It's got a zero tolerance harassment policy. No bullying."
"Mom...I- thank you." She shook her head.
"I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry," she glanced up, her eyes landing on the clock above his closet, "Finish packing and...walk to the park. Wait for me there" Blaine nodded swiftly, "I'll set you up somewhere to stay for the weekend and enroll you to start at Dalton on Monday." She took his hand and squeezed it before exiting the room.
He jammed a couple more things in his bag and stood in the doorway, hesitating, sweeping over his room one last time with sad eyes. The moment broke and he ran down the stairs and outside, the slam of the front door ringing in his ears.