Fifth Prompt Post
Welcome to the Glee Angst Meme again! You know how these things work. You can come here and prompt your most angsty prompts, and write stories filling those angsty prompts to let our characters suffer
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I have a hard time picturing Blaine breaking down sobbing. Angry makes so much more sense. The only way I could write it would be with Blaine sitting on a stool singing, unaware that tears are trickling down his cheeks. He stops singing and Tina breaks the dead silence by saying, "I'm on Prozac." Santana or Puck makes an insensitive comment, and she goes on a rant. At that point it turns total PSA, with statistics on the percentage of people who are mentally ill, and the fact that no one says the N-word, and kids are sneaky about saying "fag" or "retard", but even teachers throw around the word "crazy" like it doesn't hurt anyone.
Yeah, I probably won't write it.
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I'll admit I call myself crazy sometimes, but I'm usually being literal when I do so. Usually it's because I'm getting scared or frustrated, and I'm having a hard time putting my thoughts and feelings into words.
I'm not familiar with the Prince song.
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either way, i really hope it gets filled. seeing the mini fill and the little blurbs about how it'd be written from a few people, makes me want to read an in depth fill even more.
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Blaine sits in the empty break room. His hands rest heavily on his knees. Everyone has been let out to smoke. He doesn’t smoke, so he waits.
His mother enters the room. “…said I’d find you here. Are you ready to go home?”
His tongue is a wad of cotton in his mouth. His mother waits patiently, expectantly, until he finds the word ‘yes.’
There is the usual hurry-up-and-wait of being released. The doctor-so slow to arrive, so quick to leave. The fistful of prescriptions. The items retrieved from the locker behind the nurses’ station-wallet, cell phone, belt, shoelaces.
When they walk out the door, no one stops them. For a moment, he thinks he could have left anytime. Then he remembers the alarms.
In the parking lot, she asks how he feels. They are already driving down the highway, oldies playing on the radio, mile markers flashing by, when he finally says, “I don’t know.”
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Sleep tries to drag him back under, but his bed is cold and damp. When he sits, his pajamas cling clammily to his legs. God, he peed himself. Shame heats his face ( ... )
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Blaine collapses into a seat in the choir room. He hopes this will be one of those days where Mr. Schue lets Rachel take center stage, so he can sit quietly in the back row, close enough to Kurt that their knees occasionally bump together.
Mr. Schue scrawls CRAZY across the whiteboard ( ... )
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Before class even starts, Brittany asks if she can go first. Blaine is surprised, as she rarely sings on her own. Then she beams at Santana, and he feels a little spark of happiness for them, because they’ve stopped believing they have to hide.
Brittany sings, “According to you, I’m stupid, I’m useless, I can’t do anything right.” She’s fierce, glaring at the boys, jabbing her finger against their chests and leaning in close to shove them away. Artie’s chair rolls backwards. He looks startled. Blaine doesn’t think it was choreographed.
“But according to her, I’m beautiful, incredible. She can’t get me out of her head.” She grabs Santana’s hand. Santana shakes her head, then grins and lets Brittany pull her to her feet ( ... )
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The week drags on.
Rachel sings a medley of songs from “Next to Normal.” Kurt glares like she’s stolen his first born, then completely outdoes her with a heartbreaking rendition of Patsy Kline.
Sam sings some country song about an old man at a bar. The chorus (“God is great; beer is good; people are crazy”) manages to offend Kurt more than Blaine.
He expects Mercedes to sing something safe, some heteronormative “Crazy ‘Bout My Man.” He nods smugly at Kurt when the band strikes up a Motown beat. To his shock, she begins, “I remember, I remember, I remember when I lost my mind.” He claps politely when it’s over, palms stinging where his fingernails dug in.
Jacob Ben Israel posts a picture of Lauren Zizes in thigh high boots and a leather bustier. “Photoshopped,” sniffs Kurt. Conversations no longer stop when Blaine walks by.
Artie sings, “Let’s go crazy; let’s get nuts. Let’s look for the purple banana til they put us in the truck.” Mike and ( ... )
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