fanfiction | glee : shout out, shout out to ask to save you
this is me, putting up all my fics in one place, ie transferring everything from the abomination that is ff.net to HERE11 ^^
title: shout out, shout out to ask to save you
genre: angst
character(s): blaine
word count: 315
rating: pg
notes: mention of violence... ish... does that count as a warning? and I haven't actually watched any Glee since the Michael Jackson episode, so I don't actually know any background to Blaine etcetcetc...
sometimes being too courageous is a problem
In hindsight, Blaine thinks, maybe telling his best friend about his secret in a deceptively quiet and secluded booth in the nearby café hadn’t been such a good idea. Especially when he had seen the smirk he’d given the two boys who ‘coincidentally’ stumbled upon them just seconds after Blain had confessed, but had instead dismissed with nothing more with a raised eyebrow. But there was nothing he could do now, except accept the snide comments he was receiving, and would doubtlessly receive tomorrow.
the insides of your head are so light that your words are like feathers too
To be very honest, the students could be more creative than the expected ‘faggot’ sent his way, but Blaine wasn’t about to complain about the lack of originality his classmates seemed to possess. He brushes off the jeers and glares sent his way as he carries his lunch to his usual corner; he knows better than to worry his parents and teachers with such menial things as their slander. After all, sticks and stones may break his bones, but words will never hurt him, right?
you’re in my way stupid, what are you saying?
He speaks too quickly. They surround him as he leaves the school’s main doors, stopping him in his tracks. Politely, clutching his bag strap until his knuckles turn white, he asks what they want because he really wants to just go home. They sneer, raising their fists, grey shards of rock clasped between their fingers. And the first blow lands. He doesn’t quite know how he gets home, but his mother finds him, bleeding from the temple, his arm hanging loosely at his side, useless.
Two days later, Blain finds himself standing at the foot of a grand staircase, encircled by warbling blue uniformed teenagers, and he joins in, grinning, following them up the stairs.
the italics are the English translations of lyrics from NU'EST's FACE, which I love, btw~~ ^^
title: shout out, shout out to ask to save you
genre: angst
character(s): blaine
word count: 315
rating: pg
notes: mention of violence... ish... does that count as a warning? and I haven't actually watched any Glee since the Michael Jackson episode, so I don't actually know any background to Blaine etcetcetc...
sometimes being too courageous is a problem
In hindsight, Blaine thinks, maybe telling his best friend about his secret in a deceptively quiet and secluded booth in the nearby café hadn’t been such a good idea. Especially when he had seen the smirk he’d given the two boys who ‘coincidentally’ stumbled upon them just seconds after Blain had confessed, but had instead dismissed with nothing more with a raised eyebrow. But there was nothing he could do now, except accept the snide comments he was receiving, and would doubtlessly receive tomorrow.
the insides of your head are so light that your words are like feathers too
To be very honest, the students could be more creative than the expected ‘faggot’ sent his way, but Blaine wasn’t about to complain about the lack of originality his classmates seemed to possess. He brushes off the jeers and glares sent his way as he carries his lunch to his usual corner; he knows better than to worry his parents and teachers with such menial things as their slander. After all, sticks and stones may break his bones, but words will never hurt him, right?
you’re in my way stupid, what are you saying?
He speaks too quickly. They surround him as he leaves the school’s main doors, stopping him in his tracks. Politely, clutching his bag strap until his knuckles turn white, he asks what they want because he really wants to just go home. They sneer, raising their fists, grey shards of rock clasped between their fingers. And the first blow lands. He doesn’t quite know how he gets home, but his mother finds him, bleeding from the temple, his arm hanging loosely at his side, useless.
Two days later, Blain finds himself standing at the foot of a grand staircase, encircled by warbling blue uniformed teenagers, and he joins in, grinning, following them up the stairs.
the italics are the English translations of lyrics from NU'EST's FACE, which I love, btw~~ ^^