The Glow (A Klaine AU) *in progress*

Chapter Four: Hold On

   

"Dad...?" I paused in the hallway leading to Dad's study, pulling at my sleeve nervously. My relationship with my father was always strained, like I was always waiting for him to look to me but he never did. I was the disappointment, in his eyes. Cooper was his magnum opus, he felt, the smartest, the handsomest. Everett was away getting his promotions and business deals, no doubt, and I was the one always standing off to the side, blinded by their spotlight. It stung that every Sectionals, every solo... my parents were never there. The 4 front-row seats they would've filled mock me, empty, the seats flung up idly. But some part of me wasn't used to this... I still yearned for my parent's approval, and that's why coming out was to hard to do.

"Dad?" I called again, hearing muffled shuffling of papers from inside the study.  "Can I talk to you...?"

"What is it, Blaine?" Dad huffed, seemingly very bothered with my very presence. He folded his hands on top of the teakwood desk, his black hair streaked with grey, his pressed suit and demeanor unnerving me. "Well?"

"I just wanted to talk to y-you about everything that's been going on-" I paused to take a breath. "And tell you, that I'm gay, and I'm not going to stop being myself, no matter how you feel. Okay?" My dad leaned forward, and I could see the tiny pores on his aged face.

"Get. Out. Of. This. House." He spat, punctuating each word so that it was as sharp as a spear to my heart. 

My mother passed by the study, laundry basket in hand. She paused to eavesdrop. "Peter? What is it?" My dad didn't answer, instead sitting back in his chair and looking at me ominously. Mom entered the room, a concerned look on her face. These days, she was too busy with her charity projects to even care about her own son. She still had no idea what was going on with me lately.

"Well, Pamela. Blaine has something to tell us,"  Dad said mockingly, almost smirking.

"What is it, Blaine? Tell us, honey." Mom was concerned now, but more than likely she'd side with Dad. Still, there was no turning back now.

"I'm gay. I got my glow with some new guy at Dalton and the other day we talked and we're gonna start dating." My voice cracked- "I really do love him, Mom. Please... believe me." I begged, tears springing to my eyes. Mom stepped back as if she'd been slapped, and Dad rolled his eyes. Even the portrait of Coop hanging on the wall to my left antagonized me, his ice blue eyes boring into my soul. I shook my head, alleviating that tense feeling that'd gripped me since I'd kissed Kurt.

Kurt. Everything was happening so fast, but my mind couldn't help but wander to the boy who'd changed my life just days ago. Our kiss. And... I suddenly had an idea. I could stay with Kurt, couldn't I? I needed desperately to be with him, to feel those deep sapphire eyes staring into mine every morning. I needed to feel the gentle light of our glow on my face, needed to be with him. And so... that's what I'd do.

"Get out of our house, Blaine. Now. 45 minutes to pack." Mom muttered solemnly, almost in resign. Something hesitated behind her eyes, but she did it nonetheless. My mom, who nurtured me when I was young and who bandaged my knees when I fell, was kicking me out. Because of who I loved. And I was done. Over it.

I stormed up the stairs, tears torrenting down my face in rivers, my ribcage squeezing my heart in a death grip. I flew into my bedroom, sobbing loudly, desperately, like a child. The nearest object I had was a porcelain knickknack my mom bought me when I was younger- on the bottom it was engraved: Love you, Blaine! - Mom.