"Coop I'm not going back in there." Blaine sighed heavily and stared out his window at the cold, lifeless house that he once resided in.

"Blaine, you have to come back sometime. They miss you." Cooper Anderson stared his younger brother straight in his eyes, the two honey colored pairs of glistening golden seas silently fighting with each other. 

"Oh, I bet they do. That's why Dad basically chased me out. I'm sorry, not Dad. Mr. Anderson." He rolled his eyes and aimed his eyesight down, focusing on twirling the string to his sweatshirt with his fingers.

"Blainey, listen. I know it's hard for you to go back in. But, please just go talk to them. Then grab your stuff and you can come stay with me for a while, as long as you continue with your group therapy. You know I'm not around 24/7 and I can't watch you everyday. I just...don't want anything to happen to you. So please, just go in there for me. You can come back out." Cooper put his hand on Blaine's shoulder. Blaine flinched a bit but recognized the comforting sympathy from his brother.

Cooper was the only one that cared for him. The only one who didn't let Blaine's disgusting disease affect their relationship. Blaine was never even close with his father or mother before, and his homosexuality only made it worse. He hated himself everyday for the pain and agony he had to suffer through because he knew that he dissappointed everyone around him.

Blaine would never be good enough. Ever. He would never grow old and happy, he would stay in this corrupt-mind state for his entire life and never learn the feeling of being happy with other people. Blaine was alone, and he planned on keeping it that way.

Hell, Blaine didn't even want to be here. He would have killed himself right away if he knew he wouldn't crush Cooper's heart. Cooper was the only stability in his life, and he loved his brother to death. Coop was the only one who had been with Blaine through everything.

Through every night of the torcherous treatment from the Anderson family of corrupt men and women, the constant hate he recieved from them.

Blaine thought family was supposed to love you, and support you every single day. Blaine never knew what it was like to have a family to care for him. He only had Cooper, and God he was thankful it was just him. Blaine knew Cooper would never abandon him once like their father did, and that kept him safe and content.

But Blaine still had those urges. The urges to end it all. To waste away in ruins, to just end the suffering with one clean cut to the wrist or one too many painkillers. He knew he was sick, and that was why he was assigned to therapy. Cooper didn't force him to go in alone and speak with a pyschologist and he didn't want Blaine to be drugged up every single hour. 

Blaine would have liked that much better. To be numbed mentally would be the best thing for him. Forgetting everything that has haunted his life every single day would be a miracle. Why couldn't Cooper understand that? He hated group therapy, there was no one to converse with and share stories, he was all alone. Like he had been all of his life, alone and an outcast. 

Secretly, Blaine Anderson wanted to be saved. He wanted to be loved and cared for every day, to have someone to hold. But he knew that would never happen to him, because beautiful miracles don't happen to gross, devilish creatures like himself. So Blaine would just wait. He would sit quietly and listen to everything Cooper said, until that one day when Cooper abandoned him like everyone else and he could kill himself. He could end all of the pain and wash out the nightmares within one hour at the least, and everyone around him could move on in peace. 

Blaine put his key in the doorhole and turned it open. He sighed and walked down the hallway, easing up the starwell quietly.

"Dad? Mom?" Blaine called softly as he ascended the staircase and found his room. 

He observed the room that was once his chamber. This room would be where thousands of tears were shred, blood was dripped with precise cuts of a razor and where his nightmares began.

This is the room where Blaine lost everything, where Blaine sweated out his filthy images of other men and worked on getting over his "phase." The room where he would hide away in each and every night, the only place he felt safe and at peace. It was the hole that Blaine nestled away in, listening to his parent's scream and yell, his father attempting to break down his door.

This is the room where Blaine Anderson never wanted to ever step foot in again, and could not be more happy to rush out of.

He stared at his bed, as he slowly walked over to his desk and collecting his numerous CDs, his iPod and laptop. Grabbing his schoolbooks and headphones, he noticed there was a note on his bed.

"Blaine, I'm sorry.

You're old enough now to make your own decisions and to be alone. I know we raised you well to make the smart choices in life. Good luck with getting over your depression. Your father and I are leaving this weekend to move to Florida. The house will be all packed up by Friday night, so make sure you have all of your things. Goodbye, Blaine. We love you. Tell Cooper we will call him.

-Mom"

 Honestly, Blaine was not surprised. Nor did he care one bit. His parents leaving only would make Blaine happier, so he didn't have to see his mother's slight sympathetic glances fighting against his father's hateful glares everday. Relieved, Blaine picked up the last of his things and put them in the box on his bed. He tossed the note on top of the box and closed it up accordingly. Picking up the box and heading out the door, he turned around and got one last glance of his room. 

There was a part of Blaine that would miss his safe haven. But there was a part of him that felt like a huge wave of relief just swept over him.

Blaine Anderson was free. That was all that mattered. 

Because Blaine wanted a new start, a new beginning until the final chapter of his story.

The final chapter which would hopefully be written soon, so he didn't have to suffer through the plot much longer.