Our______ship?

Chapter 1

Blaine's POV:

Thoughts of you are the greatest thing. I feel like I am on top of the world when I think of you. I feel like I can do anything, when I get lost in thoughts about you. All I want is you next to me. So I can make these thoughts a reality. Reality....do you think our relationship is real? I hope so, I think it is. I understand if you don't... I just... I feel right when I am talking to you. I feel like I can be anything I want to be and achieve my dreams. I need someone like you. You're my muse, and my building block. Do you know Minecraft? If you do you'll get my reference. You are my bedrock where I can build a world safe and secure for us to be us and to be anything we want to be. I was talking with people about family and relationships, you are the first that popped into my head. Imagine if we were to stay together for a very long time and have a family. Being able to visit our relatives, being able to feel complete, and not out of place and insecure. Could you stay with me for that long? Do you feel safe with me? What are some things that you could see happen in the future?

"Hey, you okay?" I see a hand in front of my face, I jolt back, not expecting it because I am so dazed thinking about love.

"Huh? What happened!?" I rub my face real quick to make sure I wasn't showing any signs of what I was thinking about.

"Blaine... why are your cheeks all red?" I put my hand over my cheeks real fast, come on think of something clever,and fast!

"Uhhm I-I had a feverish temperature all weekend maybe its coming back." Great now you think I'm sick you won't even come near me."Lance, don't worry about it, I'm fine.." I go to get up and my legs are all shaky, I fall. I feel a tightness in a lower region."Damn it, sorry, I'm just gonna go to the nurse." I say as Lance slowly lifts me up.

"I'll walk you to make sure you're okay." Lance puts one arm around my waist and puts my arm around his neck. Damn, he's gonna notice my 'little problem', I have to do something fast but what?!

"No no no, I'm fine, just grab my bag for me if the bell rings and bring it to the lunch room." I unloop from him and start to walk out of the classroom. Lance just stands there, when I look into his eyes he looks sad. That kid, he can't always get what he wants. Lance is a great guy, and he's my bestfriend. No matter what, he is always there for me. He knows what to say and when to say it. But, I like him, more than a friend. I have no idea what to do, I love him and I've known him since the second grade. We started off talking about crayons and our favorite colors, and ever since then we've been inseparable. When one of us moved, the other moved with him. I started to have stronger feelings in the 7th grade. I didn't know what to do with them. No one knows, except Lance's sister Janett. She's a good friend of mine as well, she knows everything about my love for her brother. It's sad really because I have no courage to actually say something. She thinks Lance is gay, but then again she doesn't know his love life at all. He has a girlfriend who is the rudest, and infuriating THING I could ever imagine. He hates her but, she won't let him break up with him so he sleeps with other girls. I was sleeping over his house, and I accidently saw condoms in his draw, I felt relieved that he was protecting himself.

I'm at the nurse now, I only feel hot because Lance was near me.

"Miss, can I use your bathroom?" I say walking into the nurse's bathroom not waiting for an answer. I lock the door. Walking over to the sink, my face is beet red, oh goodness. Stop thinking about him. I throw water into my face and I realize something on the ceiling.

"Blaine is a fag." I immediately lose all feelings in my body. Imagine if he saw this. That's most likely what he thinks.. that's what everyone thinks. Am I suppose to care? No, I know I am not. But, to know that someone or even everyone in my school think this. This term of slang that is so offensive, it makes my insides cringe.

The bell rings and I ignore it, slowly coming back to reality..