Get It Right - a Blaine Story

10 years ago

"Blaine! Breakfast! You dont want to be late for your first day!"
After wriggling into the outfit he had picked out the night before - his favourite bowtie, skin tight jeans and a black polo shirt - 5 year old Blaine yelled a reply to his mother.
"Coming in a minute Mom! I need to do my hair!"
Blaine piled gel onto his curly black hair, and sprinted down the stairs to the kitchen, where a bowl of cereal was sitting on the table.
Sliding into the chair, he wolfed down the food.
"Blaine honey, slow down! I know you're excited but if you eat that fast you'll choke!"
He slowed down, but when his mom turned away, he resumed shovelling down his food.
"So here is your lunch box, and your coat-"
"Mom, you know I hate that jacket" Blaine whined, grabbing his Spiderman lunchbox off the table, and running to the front door.
His father was just opening the door, returning from his shift at the airport.
"Son." His father adressed him gruffly. "What's that stupid bowtie doing on your chest? Take it off."
Blaine cowered under his fathers gaze.
His father had always been hard on him - criticising his attitude, looks and especially his dress sense - ever since he started talking and walking.
"Take it off, Blaine." His Dad growled.
Courage thought Blaine, and he shook his head at his Dad and slipped past him out of the door.
"Blaine! You need your coat!" His mother cried from the doorstep.
Grudgingly, Blaine took the coat from his mother and folded it neatly in his Tin Tin bag.
She kissed him on the cheek, and straightened his pinstripe bowtie.
"Rip it off his chest, Mary" said Blaine's father.
His mother turned defensive.
"No. I will not have you speak to our son like that." She smiled kindly at Blaine. "It looks lovely dear."
A rumbling was heard down the street and the Anderson family looked around to see the yellow school bus rolling along the road towards them.
Blaine's mother kissed his cheek one last time, and he ran down the path towards the bus.
Blaine was nervous but also excited as he found an empty seat by a window.
"Hey pretty boy!" A voice yelled from the back of the bus. Blaine turned around to see who the voice belonged to.
An older boy, wearing the local high school uniform was lounging on the back seat. He had a mohawk, and a pierced ear.
"Yeah you! You, in the black shirt." Blaine looked down at his chest. The tight black polo shirt stuck out like a beacon in the sea of brightly coloured shirts all the other kids wore. He glanced at the older boy.
"You a fag or something?" The college boy sniggered. "Take the gay bowtie off."
Blaine was confused. He didnt know what the older boy was talking about. What was a fag?
He had heard people use the word "gay" before. It meant happy didn't it?
But the boys' voice was harsh and insulting. He couldn't be saying that Blaine was wearing a happy bowtie? Could he?
Blaine turned away from the older boy and his group of friends who were all laughing loudly, and hid his face, his cheeks crimson.
The rest of the bus ride, Blaine blocked out the jeering catcalls of the older boys and forced away the tears that sprung to his eyes.
"FAG!" The boys insults were getting louder. A sob welled up in Blaine's chest.
Courage Blaine thought, like he always did when someone was mean to him - whether it be his dad, his neighbours or these awful boys in the back of the bus.
Luckily, the bus pulled into the primary school before the boys could jeer and snigger anymore.
Blaine kept his head down as he walked through the gates embossed with "Petersville Primary School".
A woman with a kind face approached him.
"Are you Blaine Anderson dear?" She asked showing the five year old the sheet she was holding, which had the faces of many small children printed upon it.
Blaine nodded shyly.
"Come with me dear. Is this your first day?"
Blaine nodded again and without speaking, followed the woman into the large brick building ahead of them.
A short way down the hall was a bright red door, that held the room number on a plaque in the centre.
The teacher led Blaine inside, and he looked around. A group of children were sitting on the mat at the front of the room.
Blaine fiddled with his bowtie, as the teacher introduced him to the class.
"Everyone, this is Blaine. He's new here, having just moved from San Francisco."
She gave Blaine a little push of encouragement, and he sat own on the mat next to a blonde boy.
The teacher started talking and the boy nudged Blaine.
"Why are you wearing a bowtie?" He whispered. "Isn't that kind of dumb?"
Blaine flushed and ignored the boy.
Through the next lessons, Blaine had the feeling everyone was looking at him. He kept himself to himself and was relieved when the bell rung and the teacher let them go outside. Blaine sat down on a bench alone and began to eat his lunch.
He felt something hit his back. It was mud. Blaine turned around and saw a group of boys laughing at him.
Courage
He turned away.
The rest of the day did not go well for Blaine.
The sandy blonde boy kept asking him questions, he was shunted into walls by older children and his favourite black shirt had been ruined by the mud.
As Blaine climbed onto the bus to go home, he felt like today had been the worst day of his life. Hopefully tomorrow would be better. And hopefully he would be happy at this school.
But he wasnt so sure about the last thought.

Argh I hope you guys like it!
Charlotte :D x