A/N Hey! So here is my story! If i get a good response I will post more. Eventually this will become a Klaine fic,.I just wanted to post some backgroung info first. This is my first real fic and I am not the world's best writer, so please do not hate. The idea for this story came from a story my friend Noodle Professor and I fed to another friend of ours. I hope you lie it and sorry for the long note.
Redvines, gay sharks, hugs and flutterby klisses,
Draco
Blaine Anderson was broken. The love of his life had broken up with him. He supposed it was partially his fault, but when Kurt had text-flirted with that Chandlwr dude he had (eventually) let it slide, right? And that was just the emotional brokenness. His father had come home in a drunken rage. Blaine had been in his room, crying over Kurt, wondering how he xould have been so stupid as to cheat on Kurt. His dad, a homophobe under the name Bill Anderson, heard his son crying in his room and blamed the break up on the fact that it was a homosexual relatinship. He forced Blaine downstairs and beat him, smaacking, punching and throwing broken bottles. Once he heard the snores of his passed-out father coming from the master bedroom, Blaine dragged himself upstairs to his room. He was bleeding, but he didn't feel broken. He packed his most important possesions, some clothes and all his money and some of his dad'. Before climbing into his acr, he slashed the wheels on his parwnts's cars, so they couldn't follow him. He didn't know where he was going. All he knew was he needed to get out. Out of his house, out of Lima, out of Ohio. After an hour of pointless driving he decided to go back to New York. Not to NYC, where Kurt was, not even because New York was closer to him. He instead headed to the capital city, Albany, whee his Aunt Lynda lived
~3 days of driving later~
"Blainers! How are you!? I haven't seen you in forever," Lynda positively squealed when her sister's son, her only nephew, showed up on her doostep late on Saturday night.
"You saw me a few weeks ago."
"It felt like forever. Anyways, why are you here?"
"I was...ummmm... in the area and I was wondering if I could...ummm... stay at your house for a bit?" Blaine asked, hesitantly. If she saif no he could always enroll at the New York chapter of Dalton. He had good enough grades to apply for a scholarship, and enough money to pay for what the school didn't cover. If she said yes, he hoped he could enroll at the nearby public high school.
"Of course, sweetie! You can stay here as long as you need. You can stay in the guest room. I presume you know where it is?"
"Of course I do.
~1/2 hour later~
"Youndone unpacking?"
"Yep."
"Good, now you can tell me why you are really here."
"I already did, I happened to be in town."
"Skipping school? Not likely. Spill,Blaine"
"I can't"
"Why on Earth not?"
"You would send me back."
"Depends."
"On what?"
"Whether or not I think your reason for being here is good or not."
"Fine."
"Good."
"My boyfriend-"
"Kurt?"
"Yes-"
"Oooh I always liked him."
"Can I talk?"
"Yeah, sorry"
"It's fine. Anyhow, he broke up with me. I was at home crying when my dad came home. He was unbelieveably drunk and-"
"I thought he stopped?"
"No, and I thought I was talking?"
"Sorry, continue"
"It's okay. As I was saying, he came home and found me and he beat me. Once he was asleep I snuck out. I spentnthe last three days driving here. I guess I'll go pack now"
"You don't need to."
"Really?"
"Yes, you can still stay."
"Thank you so much Aunt Lynda!"
"It's no problem, Blaine"
This could actually work, Blaine thought as he walked to his room to go to sleep.
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