makeitmine
Sept. 10, 2012, 12:07 p.m.
Take a Chance
Blaine is having a very bad day until someone opens his eyes.
K - Words: 976 - Last Updated: Sep 10, 2012 778 0 0 2 Categories: Angst, Characters: Blaine Anderson, Kurt Hummel, Mr. Anderson (Blaine's Father),
Author's Notes: I know this scene has been ficced ad nauseum, but this past weekend was a rough one dealing with my depression. I wanted to write something a bit cathartic to deal with my emotions. I'm better now, but I know it's an ongoing process. And I feel like this is obviously what happened. :D
Blaine stared at the letters making up the page in his World History textbook even though he wasn’t reading them. His mind had been racing the entire morning, making it nearly impossible for him to concentrate on studying for the exam on Thursday.
Sometimes he wished things in his life had gone differently. That he hadn’t been compared to Cooper’s excellence in everything growing up. That he hadn’t disappointed his father when he came out. That he hadn’t asked Isaac Roberts to the Sadie Hawkins dance and instead taken him on an actual date far away from school. That he hadn’t felt the need to run away to Dalton where, even though he was accepted for who he was, he still felt like an outsider.
Everything came to a head at breakfast that morning. Blaine spent the evening before at the library with Nick gathering ideas for their big English report on Of Mice and Men. He had returned home close to 10:30, which in his father’s words, was much too late for a school night.
“Dad, I couldn’t leave Nick waiting for his stepmom to pick him up after the library closed,” Blaine explained.
“But you still shouldn’t have been out that late. I know you’re sixteen now and you’ve only had your license for a month, but you should still mind your duties around here.”
“Yes, sir,” he nodded. He glared into his bowl of Frosted Flakes so as not to go off on his dad.
“Your brother called last night, by the way.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Seems his commercial for that credit card site is such a huge hit they want to give him a few more.”
Of course. Blaine got chastised for being out slightly late on a Monday and the topic quickly switched to perfect Cooper. “That’s nice,” he mumbled.
“And he may ask Erica to move in with him.”
“Good for them.” Blaine hated Erica. She was too stuck up in her wannabe-Hollywood-royalty way with a horrible dye job to match.
“Any plans for you today, son?” Another topic change, back to him and most likely how much of a disappointment he’ll be.
He shrugged his shoulders. “The Warblers are doing another mini-performance before lunch. We found out who are competition at sectionals is and Wes wanted to do something to celebrate not being grouped with Vocal Adrenaline again this year.”
“You know, son, your little group isn’t everything. When you start buckling down and looking at colleges, it’ll be best to broaden your horizons and see everything that interests you. Look at your brother. He applied and got into six schools himself and three offered him scholarships.”
“Dad, Cooper dropped out of Xavier his junior year to move to LA,” Blaine argued.
“Yes, but he still did well in his studies. Don’t forget about them.”
Blaine shook out of his reminiscing about breakfast. Of course he was a top student. His grades ever since he came to Dalton were all As and he felt good about his PSAT score. But of course he would always play second fiddle when it came to how the Anderson boys were seen. Cooper would always be everything Blaine wasn’t, and if he dared follow in his footsteps it would be a disaster. Blaine knew he wanted to go into something music or performance related. His list of schools to look into was small at the moment, but he felt good about getting into them.
The bell rang signaling the end of the period. Blaine put his book and notebook back in his bag before joining the rest of the boys exiting the room. The Warblers performance was set to begin in seven minutes. Unfortunately, he felt the need to relieve himself and stopped in the nearest restroom along the way.
As he washed his hands, he made sure everything about him was in place. His hair was smoothed down, his blazer and tie were crisp, and he could fake his way through being the happy-go-lucky lead singer. It wasn’t that he wasn’t excited about performing. The song choice left a lot to be desired…not that he didn’t like Katy Perry’s music, but it didn’t seem appropriate for an all-boys school where the slim population who was out wouldn’t want anything to do with a lowly sophomore.
Blaine left the restroom and began schooling himself into performance mode on his way to the common room. Nobody needed to know he was in a bad mood. He could get through the rest of the day then drive to the gym to take out his frustrations. Blaine took his pocket watch out to check the time, realizing he had taking a few extra minutes than he should have and was now running late.
As he reached the bottom of the stairs, however, a hand tapped his shoulder. “Excuse me,” the unfamiliar voice said.
Blaine grimaced. He wanted to snap at this kid for making him even later. He turned around and…oh.
This wasn’t a Dalton student at all, no matter how hard he tried to blend in. In fact, Blaine was sure the boy couldn’t blend in if he wanted to. He had obviously a bit of time to pick his outfit for the day, which fit him like a glove. His blue-gray eyes shone in wonder and a bit of mischief. His chestnut hair complemented his creamy flawless complexion. It was like he was sent from heaven to clear the clouds around Blaine and remind him that things wouldn’t be so bad all the time.
And then the boy spoke again. “Can I ask you a question? I’m new here.”
Something in Blaine’s mind shot off that he needed to say the right thing. As much of a hurry as he was in and as much as Wes would destroy him for being late, there was something about this boy that told him he would be in his life. So he said exactly what he needed to.
“My name’s Blaine.”
Sometimes he wished things in his life had gone differently. That he hadn’t been compared to Cooper’s excellence in everything growing up. That he hadn’t disappointed his father when he came out. That he hadn’t asked Isaac Roberts to the Sadie Hawkins dance and instead taken him on an actual date far away from school. That he hadn’t felt the need to run away to Dalton where, even though he was accepted for who he was, he still felt like an outsider.
Everything came to a head at breakfast that morning. Blaine spent the evening before at the library with Nick gathering ideas for their big English report on Of Mice and Men. He had returned home close to 10:30, which in his father’s words, was much too late for a school night.
“Dad, I couldn’t leave Nick waiting for his stepmom to pick him up after the library closed,” Blaine explained.
“But you still shouldn’t have been out that late. I know you’re sixteen now and you’ve only had your license for a month, but you should still mind your duties around here.”
“Yes, sir,” he nodded. He glared into his bowl of Frosted Flakes so as not to go off on his dad.
“Your brother called last night, by the way.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Seems his commercial for that credit card site is such a huge hit they want to give him a few more.”
Of course. Blaine got chastised for being out slightly late on a Monday and the topic quickly switched to perfect Cooper. “That’s nice,” he mumbled.
“And he may ask Erica to move in with him.”
“Good for them.” Blaine hated Erica. She was too stuck up in her wannabe-Hollywood-royalty way with a horrible dye job to match.
“Any plans for you today, son?” Another topic change, back to him and most likely how much of a disappointment he’ll be.
He shrugged his shoulders. “The Warblers are doing another mini-performance before lunch. We found out who are competition at sectionals is and Wes wanted to do something to celebrate not being grouped with Vocal Adrenaline again this year.”
“You know, son, your little group isn’t everything. When you start buckling down and looking at colleges, it’ll be best to broaden your horizons and see everything that interests you. Look at your brother. He applied and got into six schools himself and three offered him scholarships.”
“Dad, Cooper dropped out of Xavier his junior year to move to LA,” Blaine argued.
“Yes, but he still did well in his studies. Don’t forget about them.”
Blaine shook out of his reminiscing about breakfast. Of course he was a top student. His grades ever since he came to Dalton were all As and he felt good about his PSAT score. But of course he would always play second fiddle when it came to how the Anderson boys were seen. Cooper would always be everything Blaine wasn’t, and if he dared follow in his footsteps it would be a disaster. Blaine knew he wanted to go into something music or performance related. His list of schools to look into was small at the moment, but he felt good about getting into them.
The bell rang signaling the end of the period. Blaine put his book and notebook back in his bag before joining the rest of the boys exiting the room. The Warblers performance was set to begin in seven minutes. Unfortunately, he felt the need to relieve himself and stopped in the nearest restroom along the way.
As he washed his hands, he made sure everything about him was in place. His hair was smoothed down, his blazer and tie were crisp, and he could fake his way through being the happy-go-lucky lead singer. It wasn’t that he wasn’t excited about performing. The song choice left a lot to be desired…not that he didn’t like Katy Perry’s music, but it didn’t seem appropriate for an all-boys school where the slim population who was out wouldn’t want anything to do with a lowly sophomore.
Blaine left the restroom and began schooling himself into performance mode on his way to the common room. Nobody needed to know he was in a bad mood. He could get through the rest of the day then drive to the gym to take out his frustrations. Blaine took his pocket watch out to check the time, realizing he had taking a few extra minutes than he should have and was now running late.
As he reached the bottom of the stairs, however, a hand tapped his shoulder. “Excuse me,” the unfamiliar voice said.
Blaine grimaced. He wanted to snap at this kid for making him even later. He turned around and…oh.
This wasn’t a Dalton student at all, no matter how hard he tried to blend in. In fact, Blaine was sure the boy couldn’t blend in if he wanted to. He had obviously a bit of time to pick his outfit for the day, which fit him like a glove. His blue-gray eyes shone in wonder and a bit of mischief. His chestnut hair complemented his creamy flawless complexion. It was like he was sent from heaven to clear the clouds around Blaine and remind him that things wouldn’t be so bad all the time.
And then the boy spoke again. “Can I ask you a question? I’m new here.”
Something in Blaine’s mind shot off that he needed to say the right thing. As much of a hurry as he was in and as much as Wes would destroy him for being late, there was something about this boy that told him he would be in his life. So he said exactly what he needed to.
“My name’s Blaine.”