Pathetic Love (Klaine)

Ch.3

Juvie. Too say the least it was the most terrifying things Blaine had ever experienced in his life, and that was saying a lot. Except it didn't help him 'change' like his parents thought it would. It only made him stronger and more eager to argue and fight anyone who came off the wrong way. Blaine knew that he shouldn't do that, shouldn't fight or fuck everything that walked past him.

But his body couldn't help that. Much to his wishing his heart could. When he finally breathed fresh air that wasn't a stupid juvenile prison that smelt like armpits, it was like waking up. He'd never been more happier to smell it. He had spent a month there. Just a month. He slept and ate every day- only managing to get into two fights the whole time which he thought was impressive.

But the guards didn't agree with him. But he shrugged it off knowing it didn't really matter anyway. He glanced around.

The highway was in front of him, as he stood holding his one bag he had taken with him knowing he hadn't needed anything anyway. His parents should be here any minute.

He was angry that his parents arrived late too pick him up- resulting in him being the last person left standing there waiting like a pathetic little kid. But he begrudgingly got into the vehicle anyway. Just glad to know they remembered to pick him up in the first place.

"Blaine." His father stated shortly.

"Father."

"Your mother and I have decided on what we are going to do."

"What your going to do?" Blaine questioned. "I don't know what your talking about."

"Blaine, we just can't babysit you anymore- with all this nonsense shenanigans and shit your doing- you can't live with us anymore." Pam spoke up finally.

Blaine looked between what was supposed to be his parents. "So your just abandoning me? Wow- just wow. You guys are such great parents." He shook his head. He couldn't believe it. His own parents didn't even want him anymore.

"Blaine. I'm sorry but we've made other arrangements."

"Other arrangements? Like what?" Blaine answered. "Who could possibly ever take me in? Nobody wants me."

"I think you'll be very pleased with your placing." Pam smiled lightly.

"Yeah. Very pleased." His voice dripping with sarcasm as he rolled his eyes. And turned to look out the window the rest of the drive home. He was really craving a cigarette right now.

When they finally got home a hour later, Blaine went straight up to his bedroom. While both of his parents stayed downstairs.

"Just be ready by 9 tomorrow morning Blaine!" Pam called out to him from the bottom of the stairs. Blaine made no advance to reply simply going into his bedroom to take a shower he desperately needed.

He closed his eyes as the water seeped down his body in almost a rhythm, a calm wave rushing over him. As he dug his fingers through his curls to ensure they were getting cleaned.

"Blaine, you need to put your dress jacket on please." Pam practically begged her son. A grumpy 7 year old stood there shaking his head as he refused. "Come on- we can't be late too your brothers graduation."

"All's it is - is Cooper. Cooper this and Cooper that." A seven year old Blaine answered. "Nobody cares about me."

"Honey, of course we care about you. But right now Cooper wants his little brother to watch him graduate okay?"

"Fine." He huffed. Tugging the dress jacket on his arms with the help of a flustered Pam. The two of them headed into the kitchen where Cooper and Phil were both waiting.