Find My Way Back To You

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Blaine always kept his head down. He tried to avoid eye contact as much as possible. After a while he started recognising people by their shoes, which made it a bit difficult for him when one of his friends had bought new ones. That was the way everyone recognized him. His head hung low, his feet were practically dragged along the hallways although they barely made any noise. It was clear the boy wanted to be left alone, so that's what people did.

He wasn't afraid of looking people in the eyes though. He even thought that eyes were the most magnificent parts of the human body. When he felt comfortable enough around someone he would look at them enough times to know that there was a little brown spot in their green eyes. He just wanted to keep a low profile; not showing his face, not letting anyone know he was there. After the events at his old school he tried the hardest he could to make himself look invisible. He would give anything to actually make that happen.

That way, he could look into everyone's eyes without feeling trapped in someone's gaze. They wouldn't know he was there, so he could keep his head up at all times, not having to be afraid of someone looking back in his eyes. But he knew that wasn't possible. He was aware of that. That's why he had adapted himself to live the most invisible life he could.

At Blaine's old school, he would almost suffocate in each glare he got from the jocks. Each glare was so full of hatred that it made him want to be invisible. While the tactic does work at his new school, the people at his old school had no trouble noticing him in the hallways. Blaine knew why. If they have a reason to hate you they will recognize you when you walk by. And they had a reason.

Because apparently being gay was wrong.

Coming out of the closet as one of the first was probably one of the biggest mistakes he ever made. He had only told one friend. One. Yet still the rumour spread like a wildfire and by the end of the day the whole school knew. Though he tried to keep his head up and his chest puffed out the slightest bit to show he was proud of who he was, he knew deep down the consequences of his stupid action would come soon.

And they did. What began with just some name calling and locker shoving turned into a severe beat up in the back of the parking lot.
Blaine remembers walking up to confront his friend the day after everyone found out. She stood at her locker, neatly putting books it. He had slammed the locker shut and almost yelled in her face. The only thing holding him back were the sensible stares that dug themselves into the back of his skull. He had ended a friendship that day. And from that day, it only became worse.

Blaine had literally begged his mother to transfer him to a new school where he could start over again, but it always ended up in the same words. That one sentence that always echoed around in the back of his head whenever he felt someone glaring once again. "You have to be proud of who you are, honey. This is the way you were supposed to be, and if they can't handle it, it's their problem. Not yours."

He always felt like scoffing whenever his mother said that. Though she just wanted to help her son, the words didn't have any meaning to him. Of course it was his problem, he had to pay the price of their hatred. But luckily when the second beating of that month came, his mother managed to convince his father to transfer him to another school.

And there he was; in a new school, keeping his head low to avoid any eye contact and never raising his hand in class, just so no one would pay attention to him. He missed looking people in the eyes. He missed the sight of seeing them shine in the sun or light up whenever someone had good news. That's why he started looking at people's eyes when they weren't looking at him. A voice in the back of his head told him it was creepy, but he just couldn't resist.

That was until the day the first snow started to fall from the sky. That particular day was the one that would turn Blaine's way of seeing the world upside down.

He was late that morning. When his alarm went off, his muscles felt too sore to already get out of bed. He let it ring for a few more minutes until it started to annoy him. With all the strength he had in his body he managed to lift his arm in the air. He let it fall down on the snooze button with a loud thud and he groaned softly. Getting out of bed was one of the toughest moments of his day.

After what felt like three minutes but had probably been a few more than that his mother came rushing inside his room. Her hair was poorly done and looked like it hadn't been washed in days, makeup was smeared across her face to hide the fact that she had barely slept that night and she was putting on her long coat as she stumbled inside Blaine's room.

"Hey honey, you're going to be late. It's almost 8 AM, wake up sleepyhead." Blaine knew that still being in bed at 8 AM wasn't good, but his head was too tired to process the information. He groaned and sat up in his bed, rubbing his eyes. "Oh look at that, it's still alive." His mother remarked sarcastically. Blaine scoffed. "Good morning to you too," he said. Slowly standing up, he scattered around to grab clothes from the floor.

"Blaine, your father went on a three day trip to Canada to help out a customer with their technical devices, so you will see him again Thursday afternoon. I'm having a late night shift so you are going to have to cook for yourself, okay? I'll see you tonight, love you." Before the boy could even respond, the door was already closed.

When he arrived at school, the hallways were practically empty. Only a few students were spread amongst the halls of the school, most of them rushing to get to their classes. As soon as Blaine heard the second bell ring, he knew he was late. So why would he hurry?
He took his time placing a few of his books in his locker, knowing he was late anyway. Just as he shut his locker a boy came rushing to his direction. He didn't seem to be paying attention and neither did Blaine.

Their bodies collided like two magnets and the blow had such an impact it made the other boy stumble back a few steps. Blaine looked him in the eyes with worry that he might've hurt him. He was about to say something but then the boy looked back. Something in the back of his head snapped. The boy had one blue and one hazel brown eye. Both of them were shining in the dim light that came in through the window and it made Blaine want to drown in them forever.

The boy said a quick apology before heading out of the school, leaving the confused boy behind. There was one thing that was certain; he would never foget those eyes. He stared as the boy walked out of the doors and stepped into the first snow of the year. He even kept staring when he was already out of sight, wondering who he was.

Blaine walked to his class with an empty mind. His body was working like a machine, taking step by step to make it to the classroom. He knocked on the door and opened it. "Ah, look who decided to join us. Considering the weather, I'll let it slide this time. Sit down." He muted everything the teacher said for the remainder of the hour. The only thing he could think about was that boy and his eyes.

Those eyes.

Hi!

I got nothing to say, except that I hope you enjoyed the first chapter!

Okay bye!
~Confused Biatch