Pathetic Love (Klaine)

Ch.1

(TW: Foul language)

Pathetic. That's what this was. Just a pathetic way of life. Blaine shook his head, as he puffed out, watching the smoke swirl around in the air, as he inhaled another puff of his cigarette. Twirling it in his fingers as he leaned against his motorcycle his parents bought him a couple months ago.

He had been clueless then but took it away. Especially since it was free and didn't have to pay for the gas in it. Which was definitely a bonus.

"Anderson! Is that you?"

Shit. Blaine dropped his cigarette onto the ground stomping on it before he hopped onto his motorcycle. He started it up, panicking only slightly when it wouldn't start. The teacher was a mere six feet away when he finally got his ride to start up again. And sped off down the street.

He couldn't have cared for his helmet especially when he needed to get away from the school quickly.

He turned down another street and pulling over onto the side of the road. He looked back and breathed out a sigh of relief when he saw that nobody had followed him.

He glanced at his phone noting it was close to supper time and his parents would be patiently waiting for him. But he really didn't want to go home. Not when he knew what was waiting for him.

An alcoholic father and a mother who made excuses about his father to try and cover it up. Though according to the rest of the world they were the perfect family. Which is why Blaine was never invited to any functions for either of their work- worried Blaine would damage their egos.

But Blaine didn't mind. Because quite frankly he didn't want too go. He'd much rather be at home alone rather than having to survive a couple days smiling and acting as some stuck up bitch. Which pissed Blaine off almost as much as school did.

The only person Blaine missed was his older brother, Cooper. The only person who managed to look past Blaine's appearance and actually see him- a broken boy who's life was falling apart without his control.

Blaine headed off down the street again towards a park. A park he often went too so he could avoid going to his house. It was an abandoned park filled with loud annoying birds and old rustic swings and slides that with any weight on it would crush beneath his fingers.

He stopped in front of it. Kicking his kick stand to prop his bike up as he headed towards the bench sitting in the far right corner. It was a pathetic excuse of a playground but reminded Blaine of how much of his childhood he spent on it. Swinging on the swings, trying to swing higher than his brother. Or sliding down the slide with his mother patiently waiting at the bottom.

He plopped himself down onto the bench and dug out another cigarette. He lit it up pressing it between his lips as he inhaled and then exhaled it out. He glanced around noticing the trees turning colours with the autumn leaves beginning to fall off the branches. The birds chirping loud enough for everyone to hear.

Blaine crosses his arms. He would avoid going home as long as he could. He closed his eyes and leaned back against the bench- his head resting against the wooden building behind him.

"Blaine! I told you to put a knife and fork on the napkin- but you've done it all wrong again! Fix it now." Blaine's mother called from the kitchen.

A nine year old Blaine emerged from the living room and into the dining room, as he propped himself up onto the kitchen chairs and rearranged it to how his mother had told him to do so.

"What's that little boy doing again wrong?" Phil huffed out- Blaine's father. Blaine frowned looking down at his hands to concentrate. "All you do is things wrong- when are you going to grow up and learn to take responsibility."