Tragedy

Chapter 1

~~~This is the first chapter of my first ever book. It's kinda short, but the other chapters will be longer. Oh and this is a Klaine fanfiction! I will also be putting this on Scarvesandcoffee.net and Fanfiction.net and if doesn't work on here you can check it out there. Thanks for the support!!~~~

'Blaine are you ready?" There was a faint pitter patter on the floor up stairs. Then a small boy with black curly hair and hazel eyes came bounding down the stairs. He was wearing a shorts and a long tee shirt. He rushed over to his back pack and stuffed it with pencils and drawing books.

"Yes! Can we go now?" the little ten year old pleaded.

"Blaine, now wait a minute!" The lady with long curly, black hair said with a laugh. She squinted he eyes slightly and the boy, as if to find something out of place. Her dark hazel eyes examined the little boy, carefully. "What's on your shoulder?"

Blaine looked down and saw a finger- shapped bruise on his shoulder and tried to move the shirt up, but failing. "I ran into the stair edge just now." He said, his eyes darting away from his mother. She just nodded, but continued to stare at him.

"Did you brush your teeth?"

"Yes,"

"What about your room? Did you clean it?"

"Yes, yes!"

"Do I have to go check it?"

"No mom! Can we please go?" Blaine bounced up and down, pleading with his round puppy eyes to his mother. His mother finally gave in and grabbed the car keys. They both walked out the door, Blaine in front, and walked towards the car. Once strapped in, Blaine began singing his own made-up song about going to the park. Blaine's mother, Crystal Anderson, loved to hear her son sing. She would sometimes stand outside the bathroom door and hear him sing songs in the shower. Even though she would never admit it, she loved spending time with Blaine, even more when he sang.

We're going to the park today

Going to the park

I hope, I hope, I hope that we'll

Stay till after dark.

Crystal couldn't help but think back to the bruise that was on Blaine's shoulder, but shook it off, believing in her son.

Blaine sang that part all the way to the park, smiling when his mother jumped in and sang along with him. Once Mrs. Anderson parked the car Blaine took his seat belt off and ran out the door. His mother smiled at him and followed after.

There were a lot of kids at the park for a ten o' clock Saturday morning. Mrs. Anderson sat on a bench under a tree and pulled out her phone to check emails for her work. Crystal Anderson always brought work with her home and everywhere. She barely had time for Blaine, but she made weekends acceptable. Every Saturday, she took Blaine to the park, and every Sunday they would bake. Monday through Thursday every week Crystal was either locked up in her home office or at work, where Blaine would spend most of his time with his dad.

Robert Anderson was nothing like his wife. He didn't work, but he made money. He spent time with Blaine, but would always be hitting him. He had straight short hair, which was black, and his eyes were brown. He was short and fat and always angry. Blaine didn't like his father, but would never admit that, fear of being hit. Crystal was in love with the bum, but Blaine didn't see what was in him. His mom never noticed Robert hitting Blaine, so that never came up. Even thought Blaine was four when the beating came, he still had nightmares.

The first time it happened, Blaine was in the hospital. His father claimed he fell off his bike and rolled down the road. Crystal and the doctor believed it, suprisingly. When he was five, his father had tried to drown him in the bath tub. He had almost died but a fire started in the kitched for his stupid dad to leave a towel on the stove, causing them to move from Tennessee to Ohio. What confused Blaine was that his mom never noticed a long time ago. She never noticed the fist sized marks on his arms, or the bruises on his neck. Most of that was probably because she was never around to notice Blaine.

Crystal looked over to where Blaine was by the swings pushing another boy on the swing. She smiled that he had found a friend to play with. Any other days, Blaine would sit under a tree; drawing by himself, tears falling down his face slowly. Where they live, no kids where around his age. They had new neighbors coming in today, and Crystal hoped and prayed that there would be one kid his age for him to play with. Crystal watched them for a few more seconds before continuing her work, smiling happily at the two.

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"I'm Blaine," The curly haired boy said the the slightly taller boy. Blaine stared him right into the cerulean blue eyes and smiled. The brown headed boy looked at him and smiled slightly.

"Kurt," They shook hands for a second and Kurt let go. He was expecting his hand to fall to his side, but his hand stayed there in the other boy's hand. Blaine didn't know what he was doing, but it felt righ to him. "Uh, wanna play on the swings?" Kurt's voice filled Blaine up until he blushed and let go of his hand.

"Sure, as long as we can be friends." Kurt stopped blinking for a second and stared at his hazel eyes. "What?" Blaine said, worried.

"You don't have any friends?" Kurt said, softly.

"No..." Blaine whispered.

"I'll be your friend, forever." Kurt said, taking Blaine's hand in his. Kurt ran off, dragging Blaine behind him. Blaine smiled and ran after Kurt.

'My first new friend!' Blaine thought, racing to the swings.

All right! That was the first chapter. The first book in the series "If It's Meant To Be, We'll Find Each Other Again" Yeah long title, lol. the first book will be shorter than the others. I think there will be five books. Not sure yet! Haha but anyways. Love.