"Alright, let's get this ride started shall we."
Phil closed the car trunk "Yes, we should. Blaine come on, get in the car"
Blaine slowly walked twords the car and got in. His father slammed the door as it hit the boys elbow.
Blaine put his seatbelt on as the boys father and his friends got in. The big man was in the driver's seat and his father was in passenger while the woman was in the back.
Bobby started the engine and started off on the road. Blaine stared out his window and sees cars passing by. His father is talking to his friend who is driving and laughing.
The kid know that his father is putting on a act and he dose it oh so well.
Blaine likes looking out his window in a car. He sometimes likes to look and see what people have in there cars. People have the weirdest things in there car.
Blaine is in second grade and dessperety wanting to join the warblers at his school. The first time He saw then perform was at a lunch rally.
Blaine was starstrucked jumping up and down, he met a boy who said he sean him watching the rally. His name was Sebastian, Blaine was surprised to see one of the warblers to come up to him.
That's when he met his first friend, ever since then they started to become best friends, Blaine was bullied an awful lot and he cherished is only friend. Blaine is still asking to be a warbler, Sebastian is annoyed by his asking but still thinks he's adorable.
Sebastian has gave in and let him addition but sadly didn't make it in of the several times he tryed. He finds himself crying. Blaine loves to sing and dance, but when his dad is home he Dosnt have the freedom to do so.
His father leaves him all by himself at home to do what he calls 'work' he says he's a busssines man but, what does a busssines man look like? A suit? Briefcase? Paper work?.
To be honest he dosnt know and he never sees anything remotely related to it. Except, maybe he dose because his father seams to get alot of phone calls. At least that's part of it, right?. His father would stay up late in his backyard in the pool house with friends. Sleeping was hard, he misses his mother and finds himself huging one of his mother's pillow he snuck into his room.
His father says his mommy passed away but never really explained how. Blaine feels like he needs to know but been told no for his own good.
Blaine's father gives the him a list of chores to do before he comes back, so Blaine can't enjoy the house to himself to dance around and have fun. To be free. He never got to really explore music and artists.
He has to have the house clean and food on the table all at a certain time, sometimes it feels like it will never end. Blaine dose not remember the last time he had a decent meal, he is not aloud to eat or drink anything without permission.
Maybe visiting Mr. Hummel won't be so bad.
He only eats after his father with whatever that is on his plate. If he doesn't keep the house clean he gets a beating, If he try's to tell anyone, he gets a beating.
What's a faggot? Blaine thought he shakes his head because hes always seamed to be asking himself that lately. What dose his father mean?.
"Hey kid" Bobby spoke and Blaine was out of his trance staring out his window. The boy noticed that his father and the woman next to him are gone. It was only himself and the big man with a beard sitting in a parking lot.
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The Porcelain Boy
FanfictionRated: M Ghost!Kurt WARNING: Language, Abuse, Sex, Rape, Selfharm, Bondage, Slavery, Violence and Drug use. Burt had a very important job allowing trains to cross the border from place to place. So after his eight year old son died, Burt has been de...