Blaine was always a little bit nervous. He was jittery, worried, anxious, probably because he’d learned the hard way that there was no way of knowing what was around the corner. So he kept his ears and his eyes open at all times.

The thing is though, when Blaine was nervous he would just talk a lot, too much, too fast, making a bit of a spectacle of himself. It was just a vicious cycle. He was nervous because people picked on him and people picked on him because he didn’t know how to be invisible.

He couldn’t quite stop himself from making a joke. He wanted to make people laugh. Blaine was one of those people who honestly believed that laughter was the best medicine. When people were laughing with him, instead of at him (while kicking him in the gut and calling him names) things almost seemed alright.

But no one ever really seemed to get his jokes. And people rarely ever laughed with him instead of at him. And the cycle just continued. He really needed to get a filter between his brain and his mouth.