The Silence is Broken

Part 1: Parental Drama and Sleepless Nights

Blaine knew the world wasn't over when screams wrung out downstairs. He knew without listening that they were yelling about him and his sexuality. It was the standard in the Anderson household ever since they knew he started talking to them, three months ago. Mr. Anderson would make crude jokes and offer up girls for Blaine to date, talking about them like Barbies on meat hooks. He even offered to hire a prostitute once, a very classy one Mr. Anderson claimed—he preached she was "the best in the county." Blaine wondered how exactly his father knew that. Actually, he didn't want to know.

Mrs. Anderson would either swat at her husband to stop in a 'I'll pretend to find this funny, so he doesn't feel the need to take the topic any deeper' way, or bite her lip not to laugh and tell him 'to be nice about it, that Blaine will like who he likes, and it shouldn't matter as long as we have each other', which Blaine thought was bullshit. Blaine had to clench his teeth agonizingly to resist the urge to scream.

Mr. Anderson was 'joking' again tonight, saying that the only good thing about McKinley was that it had plenty of girls. Mrs. Anderson laughed as usual, but said to leave the boy alone because it doesn't matter that he's gay. When Blaine heard that comment, he ran out of his bedroom, stomped down the stairs and pushed open doors to the kitchen, interrupting their fight about him.

"No, it obviously does matter to both of you! Otherwise, you wouldn't have the same conversation every single night about me. I'm gay, I'm gay, I'M GAY! If it changes, I'll fucking tell you, God. Now if it wasn't 12AM, I'd call my BOYFRIEND to come get me…" Blaine huffed out with his hands on his hips looking at both of them, who looked shocked at his outburst because Blaine never cursed or swore and almost always ignored their fights about him. Something must have changed in those two years he was silent, a lot of pent up anger perhaps. Eventually, Mr. Anderson responded.

"Of course it matters, Blaine. We lost out hundreds of thousands of dollars when I changed jobs, and had to pay for that ridiculously expensive school. None of our family talks to us now. Just... go upstairs, now," Mr. Anderson shooed Blaine out the door with a wave of his hand. When Blaine didn't move and just breathed heavily and glared, Mr. Anderson grabbed Blaine's arm and pushed him out the kitchen door.

"Get off me. You shouldn't even want them as family if they don't accept me, your only son. You shoulda just let me board there so you coulda kept your precious life in New York. I don't even understand, " Blaine shrugged his father's hands off him and ran to the stairs and then up them before slamming his bedroom door.

He collapsed on his king sized bed and just cried. He hated his parents. He guessed they loved him because he wasn't kicked out of his house and Kurt was allowed to come over most of the time and he was allowed over Kurt's whenever or for however long he wanted to stay, which sometimes was a day or two. Though he knew they didn't agree with his lifestyle, but they didn't need to convert him to heterosexuality and didn't need to say demeaning things about him when he can't help who he has become.

Blaine curled himself into a ball, wondering if he'd like it better if the world really was over, then he wouldn't have to deal with his parents, but he'd also be missing Kurt, his best friend, lover, and confidant.

He fingered his cell phone that was on his side table, looking at it through blurry, tear filled eyes, wanting to call Kurt, tell him to come over right now and just hold him until he fell asleep. But he didn't. He grabbed his pillow and hugged it, imagining that was Kurt. In his mind, he was hugging him and spooning against him. It was a poor substitute, but it was one of the only ones he had.

He sighed as he got out of bed and grabbed Kurt's t-shirt out of his closet. It was a shirt he stole one day when Kurt wasn't looking. He brought it up to his nose, taking in Kurt's scent, which was starting to fade. He'd have to steal another one. He sighed before tiredly walking back to his bed. He fell onto it and held the shirt, pushing the extra pillow onto the floor. He laid awake and simply sobbed into Kurt's shirt, hugging it, trying not to think as trains upon trains of negative thoughts invaded his mind. Why couldn't they just accept him?

He heard the footsteps, the click of his mother's high heels, and the heavy thud of his father's dress shoes, and he wished he had taken the two extra second to lock his door so they couldn't get in.

Blaine just lay there, hiding his face in the pillow that was under his head, holding the shirt. He stopped crying and closed his eyes to give the illusion that he was sleeping.

Mrs. Anderson opened the door and peered in.

"Blaine, honey, are you up?" she whispered, knowing that he was up, she heard his crying. Blaine didn't say a word. She just turned the light off and turned to Mr. Anderson.

"He's tired, Don, just let him sleep. It's late and he has school…Just because he's talking doesn't mean we have to stress him out all the time. We should just leave him be. He's getting better grades than at Dalton-" she started her pre-prepared argument of why her son is a good boy, only to be interrupted.

"Well of course, it's public school, Fran. He's taking joke courses," Mr. Anderson laughed, "Let me wake him up, me and him need to talk."

Mr. Anderson pushed the door open.

"UP, NOW. We need to talk." He bellowed at Blaine who was still pretending to sleep, holding Kurt's t-shirt even tighter than before.

Mr. Anderson flicked the light on.

"Don, leave him alone," she whispered while pushing his hands away from the light switch, so that she could turn it off.

"He's gotta be up, stop faking boy. We gotta talk about your lifestyle and what we expect if you continue living this way."

Blaine laid perfectly still, but opened his eyes. He didn't face him. His father didn't deserve eye contact. He almost regretted speaking to them because it only led to more unwarranted attention on him. They constantly argued about him being gay, having a boyfriend, and becoming stupid at this public school. Before he could blend into the walls and they could pretend that he didn't exist.

"Look at me, Blaine, I can see your eyes open," Don said and after a moment of silence, he grabbed Blaine by his shoulders and flipped him to face him.

Blaine furrowed his brow and looked at him as he laid there. He was no longer crying, but his face was wet, his eyes were red, and he was still holding Kurt's shirt like it was his lifeline out of this hell of a home.

A moment of compassion passed over Don. "Sit up, son, this won't be long, but I just want to make some things clear."

Blaine almost rolled his eyes, but stopped himself as he sat up. His hand was still gripping the t-shirt.

"Number one, don't bring Kurt here when any of my clients are here. I won't have you flaunting your ways in front any of my business friends."

Blaine sat there in shock for a few seconds, not saying a word, before he exploded. He stood up, almost toppling his father, who was so close to his bed, with a force of his shove off the bed.

"ARE YOU CRAZY? I have never flaunted my homosexuality. Yeah, Kurt is a little flamboyant, but that's what I love about him. He's not afraid of people like you." Blaine got in his father's face and pointed a finger against his chest.

"He's strong, courageous and brave. He accepts everyone: gay, straight, black, white, purple, whatever, and doesn't bring people down for being who they are like you do. He's a beautiful person and he makes me better every day, and you don't see it. Because of him, I have the confidence and the social skills to go to college, go away and be perfectly fine on my own because I now have the ability to make friends…I can love someone else. I never thought I could love anybody, a-after I was sexually assaulted, and almost killed t-that night Trevor died," Blaine's throat was caught with tears, but continued his speech as he began crying. Fran gasped in shock, having no idea he was with Trevor that night, she covered her mouth, wanting not to cry for the pain her baby experienced and she was too stupid to question. Don just stared, his once enraged red face was turning paler and paler at his son's confession.

"A-and, I never thought anyone would love me because you stopped loving me first, w-when you're supposed to love me the most, unconditionally. Kurt tells me all the time not to be afraid, and I just want to experience him, being with him, and I don't even know if I'll be able to because I keep getting flashbacks that made me go silent," Blaine was sobbing uncontrollably by now, so much that he collapsed against his father and fell to the ground and started rocking back and forth. He never cried this much when he didn't talk, Fran thought. He didn't have to face his problems like this.

Don slipped out the room and headed downstairs. Fran knelt beside him and reached for the shirt on the bed and gently handed it to him, knowing it was Kurt's clothing.

She rubbed his back before standing up, "I'm sorry, Blaine," she whispered as she left her crying son on the floor, holding his boyfriend's t-shirt.

Blaine just buried his face in the cloth, thankful for his mother for once in his life, for knowing what he needed. He breathed in, imagining Kurt's smiling face as he told him about his new pair of boots or a zebra print ascot he was thinking of buying Blaine, even though both boys knew Blaine would only wear it if Kurt insisted.

Thanks for reading! Hopefully, it wasn't too short-the chapters get longer, I promise, and also hopefully, "The Silence is Broken" justifies the first one, "Breaking the Silence," and is as good or even better than the first.

A special thanks to Katie aka Pink Socks who helped me edit this awesome chapter and part of the second one. I promise there will be Blaine and Kurt together in the next chapters to come.

Also, I'm really sorry guys, but it might take longer for updates with this story because I'm getting ready to leave for graduate school, and I just started my summer job along with my regular 40 hour a week job, so…whatever time I got left, I'll get some writing in. Nothing longer than a week though, I promise, I got all the ideas in my head, I just got to get them out on paper.

Love you guys,

Katie