[FIC] Love Me for Who I Am - Prologue
Love Me for Who I Am - Prologue
Blaine Anderson sat in his car, hands gripping the steering wheel, eyes focused on the Hummel-Hudson household. He didn’t know how long he had been staring at the front door; how long he had been yearning to go inside. Blaine loved this house. He spent so much time at Kurt’s that Blaine (rather guiltily) like to think it was his home too. He was invited to practically all of the family dinners and movies and had long ago lost track of the hours spent just hanging out at the house. The more time he spent inside, the less he wanted to leave. He knew he shouldn’t overstay his welcome but both Burt and Carole always welcomed and accepted his presence at the house as if he belonged there. It was as if he was part of the family. Such an idea both thrilled and terrified him; to feel such an overwhelming sense of belonging and acceptance was a foreign concept to Blaine. He had difficulty believing it as his own family never showed him the same affection. And with what had transpired today, Blaine had his doubts that his family even wanted him around anymore.
Blaine remained motionless, wondering how he had gotten to this point; how he had missed all the signs. They had been there, of course - maybe he just didn’t want to see them. He finally undid his seatbelt and tore his gaze away from Kurt’s house. He wanted to see Kurt so desperately, but that would mean explaining everything. He knew Kurt would be nothing but supportive but Blaine didn’t want to burden him with his problems; especially this one. The longer he sat in the car however, the more desperate his desire to see Kurt became. Though every fibre of his being was screaming at him to leave the car, craving Kurt’s presence, Blaine couldn’t seem to gather the strength to actually do it. Sighing loudly to prevent tears from falling, Blaine replayed the events of the afternoon in his head for the hundredth time. He really should have seen this coming.
Blaine Anderson sat in his car, hands gripping the steering wheel, eyes focused on the Hummel-Hudson household. He didn’t know how long he had been staring at the front door; how long he had been yearning to go inside. Blaine loved this house. He spent so much time at Kurt’s that Blaine (rather guiltily) like to think it was his home too. He was invited to practically all of the family dinners and movies and had long ago lost track of the hours spent just hanging out at the house. The more time he spent inside, the less he wanted to leave. He knew he shouldn’t overstay his welcome but both Burt and Carole always welcomed and accepted his presence at the house as if he belonged there. It was as if he was part of the family. Such an idea both thrilled and terrified him; to feel such an overwhelming sense of belonging and acceptance was a foreign concept to Blaine. He had difficulty believing it as his own family never showed him the same affection. And with what had transpired today, Blaine had his doubts that his family even wanted him around anymore.
Blaine remained motionless, wondering how he had gotten to this point; how he had missed all the signs. They had been there, of course - maybe he just didn’t want to see them. He finally undid his seatbelt and tore his gaze away from Kurt’s house. He wanted to see Kurt so desperately, but that would mean explaining everything. He knew Kurt would be nothing but supportive but Blaine didn’t want to burden him with his problems; especially this one. The longer he sat in the car however, the more desperate his desire to see Kurt became. Though every fibre of his being was screaming at him to leave the car, craving Kurt’s presence, Blaine couldn’t seem to gather the strength to actually do it. Sighing loudly to prevent tears from falling, Blaine replayed the events of the afternoon in his head for the hundredth time. He really should have seen this coming.