Blaine was on his way home from school, the wind was blowing his tie into his face and it frustrated him. His car had broken down near his school and he had called the car repairs to come and collect it. He had tried to call his parents several times but neither of them had answered. They must have went out somewhere and left their mobiles at home. That's why he now had to walk all the way home.

His house was about an hour and a half away from his school, but the wind was bitter and cold and made the way seemed much longer. Blaine sighed and stopped and reaching for his tie. He pulled the knot down and then pulled the tie over his head. It felt weird wearing the dark blue blazer, that was part of the uniform at Dalton, and not wearing the red and blue tie but it was seriously starting to annoy him. He looked around at the deserted street. There were parked cars all along the street, outside what it looked to be empty houses. Across the street was a deserted children's park. It was a place where he used to go all the time with his parents, but it had been many years ago now.

Blaine was only about half an hour away from his house now, but his fingers had gone numb from the cold and he was starting to get tired. Blaine looked at his watch, it was starting to get quite late so he so he decided to use his shortcut that he had found a while back in a similar situation. Blaine thought about the fact that his car had broken down twice in a fairly short period of time. He might need to buy another one after this; he had to talk about that with his parents when he got home.

He turned the corner and was finally on his street. He could see his house now. He frowned at what he saw though; outside his house were a lot of cars. Where his parents having a party or something? If so why didn't they answer their phones?

Blaine picked up the pace, but it still seemed like he was walking in slow motion until he finally reached his house. When got closer he recognized one of the cars outside. He shuddered at the thought of his Uncle John and Aunt Sandy being inside his house. They were homophobic and Blaine hated it when they came over. They were always horrible to him; they would always say mean things about him being gay when they were alone with him. They had done so ever since he was little so he always tried to avoid being alone with them. But unfortunately his uncle and aunt were the only family that ever came over, and he knew his parents liked them. He had never told his parents about how he had been treated by them either.

Blaine had no idea who the other cars belonged to. But he assumed that the cars owners were visiting his family, he never saw anyone visit anyone else on this street.

Blaine entered his house and went into the living room. He stopped in the doorway and saw most of his family sitting scattered around the room - uncles, aunts, grandparents, cousins. Blaine slowly realized that everyone was crying and he felt himself grew cold inside.

"What's happening?" Blaine asked.

"Mum!" He yelled. "Dad!"

"Blaine, there was an accident." Blaine's aunt Sandy said while standing up and moving towards him.

"What do you mean accident? Where are my parents?" Blaine said.

He started to panic and all sorts of questions going through his head. What accident? Where are his parents? Are they okay? Was this a sick joke? It must be a joke, it must be!

"There was a car accident, they didn't make it." Aunt Sandy said with no emotion in her voice at all.

Blaine knew that she was talking about his parents. Blaine felt his knees buckle and he dropped to his knees. He felt like he had been stabbed a hundred times, he was convinced that the pain never was going to fade and that the wounds were never going to heal. He was going to bleed forever and this pain in his heart was never going to go away. Blaine gasped for air. Suddenly he was lifted from the floor. Blaine flinched when he noticed is was his uncle John who had a tight grip on his shoulders. Blaine tried to pull away from him, he didn't want him anywhere near him.

"You're going to come and live with us." Uncle John said with a possessive voice.

Blaine's heart skipped a beat and involuntary he flinched again. His uncle tightened the grip on Blaine's arm.

"Get off me!" Blaine yelled sobbing.

He gathered force and energy and ripped his arm from his uncle's grasp and moved away from him. His uncle looked at him like he had just punched him in the face for no reason.

Blaine ran to the front door and ripped it open. He ran out into the freezing cold but Blaine didn't notice the cold any more. He ran away from the house. He had no idea where he was going but he didn't care. He needed to get away, he ran as fast as his legs would carry him. He didn't notice the tears running down his cheeks as he ran.

Blaine collapsed hard on the ground after a while. He noticed that he was laying on the wood chips they put on park floors to prevent injury to small children. He felt the wood chips dig into his face, they tear the skin and a small amount of blood mixed with the tears streaming down his cheeks.

"This isn't happening," Blaine whispered to himself over and over again.

His mind raced. What was he going to do? He couldn't live with his aunt and uncle. The thought made him shiver and it felt like Blaine couldn't breathe properly. But what was he supposed to do? He didn't have a choice really though. He knew it's what his parents would have wanted him to do. But they hadn't known what they had done to him in the past.

It was starting to get dark, but Blaine didn't notice. Tears were still falling and he was growing so tired. His eyes started to droop. He tried to fight the sleep; he knew he couldn't sleep in the park. But he was fighting a losing battle and soon the world started to fade away into complete darkness.