Blaine stared out of the car window; they had been on the road for at least three hours now. Blaine's had a lot of time to think and suddenly a question popped into his head. "How am I going to get to Dalton from your house? It's just my cars broken and …"

"You're not going to that school any more, we called them this morning and cancelled your place, they were sad to see you go I have no idea why, but we got you a place at McKinley," uncle John interrupted with a harsh voice.

Blaine's heart sank at the thought of never going back to Dalton and not seeing his friends again, what they would think of him just leaving like that. Blaine choked back his tears. "I don't want to transfer, ill pay for it myself somehow, and I'll do anything," Blaine argued. "You're going to McKinley Blaine and that's that hopefully it will straighten you out, and anyway your place was probably taken up five minutes after we hung up," John said sounding like he was of the verge of getting really mad.

Blaine sat there thinking about what his uncle had meant by 'straighten him out,' but he knew that it couldn't have been a good thing. He looked out of the window, he didn't want to argue back any more, it would only make his uncle angry and that was the last thing Blaine wanted to do.

"Do you want to play a game," Blaine said in hope of bonding, but mostly because that's what Blaine and his parents used to do when they went on long car rides but it didn't stop him being nervous about asking.

"No, were not your parents Blaine and were not going to be, and frankly we don't want to be but no one else would take you," John said taking a quick glance back at Blaine before looking back to the front concentrating on driving again. Once again they drove in silence.

Blaine didn't know what he was going to do, he defiantly wasn't going to be able to get used to this. All he could do was stare out of the car window looking at the passing cars racing by, but all Blaine's mind's focused on was the license plates and making funny names out of the letters on them. It's the only thing that stopped Blaine from breaking down right now.

After a while they turned into an abandoned road and Blaine stared up at the huge house that lay there. They pulled into the large drive way and John stopped the car turning off the engine. John turned to Blaine, "When we get inside doesn't even think about touching anything," John said and then turned and got out of the car. Blaine waited a minute taking in the size of the house and then opened his car door and got out. Blaine walked around to the trunk of the car.

He stumbled up to the front door step, dragging his heavy bags with him. The bags had seemed to get heavier with every step and Blaine dropped his bags at the door steps and waited from his uncle to come with the key. Blaine hadn't said a word since his uncle had said that he didn't want Blaine and he wasn't planning to, everything he said seemed to make his uncle angry.

John walked up to the front door pushing Blaine out of the way and unlocking the door. Blaine hated being pushed around but it wasn't like he could stop his uncle and Blaine was too scared to say anything. "I'll show you to your room," John said entering the house and waiting for Blaine to follow. Blaine picked up his bags and followed his uncle into the house.

As Blaine entered the house his eyes searching the huge living room as it came into sight. The living room had leather couches and a flat screen TV. He had no idea that his aunt and uncle had this sort of house.

John led Blaine through the large living room and up the stairs. Blaine kept his head down, looking at the blue carpet to trying to avoid eye contact with his uncle. Blaine heard a door slamming in the distance; it must have been his aunt coming in to the house. Once John and Blaine had reached the top of the stairs John turned to look at Blaine. "This way," he said leading Blaine down the hall. They turned a small corner to reveal one door sitting there. The door looked like it hadn't been opened in a while. Blaine was nervous about what it was going to be like inside, but Blaine was sure that it wasn't going to look like the big posh living room downstairs.

John slowly opened the door revealing and small, plain and dusty little room. Blaine peered inside and looked at his uncle waiting for him to tell Blaine to go in.

When John made the hand gesture to go in, Blaine moved inside curiously. He took in the room, looking at the walls noticing that the wallpaper had been ripped off, and then his eyes moved around to the small wardrobe and then the single bed which had a small bedside table.

Blaine walked to the bed and dumped his bags on the end of it, he turning to his uncle who gave him and glare and then began to close the door. Blaine watched until the door closed and then sat on the bed next to his bags. Blaine heard the door make a small clicking sound and his eyes widened.

Blaine rushed towards the door taking hold of the door handle and turned it. Blaine started to yank the door handle but it wouldn't budge. He had been locked in.

Blaine looked around the small dull room that had now just become more like a prison cell.

"Oh, god," Blaine said leaning against the door slowly sinking to the floor. He just sat there with his back to the door, wondering if he would ever leave again. They had to let him out; right?