"Thinking is my job, not yours"

I am an introverted extrovert. Books often are my best friends, though people will do. I love to laugh and hate to cry, and do both on a regular basis. I can become easily obsessed with something as well as easily bored. I can guarantee that this blog will be random, at best, though I can guarantee that it will contain lots and lots of Darren Criss, Klaine, Blaine Anderson, and Starkid feels. Those things just give me lots of feels.

Things you are most likely to find here:

Darren Criss, Starkid, Glee, Klaine, Harry Potter, and other random things that I find either hilarious or cute or both

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In Which Blaine Calls for Help After Sadie Hawkins Dance… 

(Saw this picture and BOOM)

We don’t know his name (or do we…?) so I’m making it up

Ryan frowned when he saw “Blaine” flashing on the screen of his phone. It was already pretty late, little boys like his brother should be in bed, dreaming about hot girls. Or… hot guys, in Blaine’s case. Assuming that the younger Anderson was once again struggling with his French home work (Man, I hope he finds someone who can help him…) Ryan pressed the green button: 

“Hey, buddy, a little late to be up, yeah?” For a few moments, Ryan heard nothing. “Blaine? You there? Did you butt-dial me, or…?” 

“Ryan?” 

Ryan’s heart skipped a beat. His body was moving faster than his mind as he stood up and started to look for shoes. 

“Ryan…?” 

“Yeah! Yeah, buddy, I’m here. What’s going on, are you okay?” 

Shoes, god damn it!

“No…” 

Oh, damn it all to hell… His heart now beating way faster than what was normal, Ryan put on flip flops that looked ridiculous with the gray suit he hadn’t bothered to take off after work. He grabbed his car keys and rushed out of the door. 

“Where are you?” 

His stomach twisted into a know when he heard a sob.  ”S-school.” 

School? Why the hell was Blaine at school this la…?

And then it hit him. The dance. 

The Sadie Hawkins Dance. 

Shit. Shit, shit, shit!

Ryan didn’t stop to apologize to the neighbor he nearly knocked over as he ran to his car. Trying to will his hands to stop shaking, he forced himself to at least check he wouldn’t drive over anyone. 

“Alright, Blaine? I’m on my way, I’ll be there in 10 minutes, okay? Don’t hang up.”

“…okay…” 

Someone would pay. Someone would pay for whatever they had done that had made his little brother sound so… lost, broken, hurt…

Hurt. 

“Blaine? Are you bleeding?” 

A pause. “I don’t think so.”

“Did you hit your head?” 

“No…?” 

“Are you dizzy, nauseous…?” 

“No.” 

“Any pain?” 

“Yes.” 

Ryan swallowed air, disregarding the speed-limit signs as he turned to the road he knew would take him to Westerville high. “Are you alone?” 

“Shawn’s dad picked him up.” 

Shawn, Shawn, who the hell was Shawn? Oh, right, Blaine’s… date? The other gay guy Blaine had mentioned a few times.

Wait, what?

“He left you there?” The amount of asses Ryan would kick… 

“I didn’t… No. I just… he would’ve…” Blaine took a shaky breath. “Don’t be mad, Ryan.” 

Mad at whom, Ryan wasn’t sure, but it was too late anyway, he was furious. He was furious for getting a phone call like this from his brother, he was furious that his brother even had to make this kind of a phone call! It was so not okay. God damn it, this town was so… fucked up. 

“I’m almost there, Blaine,” Ryan said with a voice he hoped sounded calm and collected because that was not how he felt. “Just a couple of more minutes.” 

“Thank you.” 

Oh, Blaine… Blinking away the tears that threatened to mist his vision, Ryan made the turn to the school parking lot. It was empty and the school was dark, indicating everyone had already gone home. Not giving a shit of how he parked his car, Ryan stopped and turned off the engine. He didn’t even bother to lock the doors in his haste to find his brother. 

“Okay, I’m here, where are you?” 

“Main entrance.” 

Ryan didn’t hang up the phone until the moment he saw Blaine. The younger boy was not sitting on the stairs that lead to the double doors but hidden in the shadows next to them, curled up in a ball with his phone clutched against his ear. He looked up when he heard Ryan approaching and pure relief flooded his face. 

“We didn’t even do anything!” was the first thing he said. “We didn’t hold hands or kiss or dance! We’re not even together! We just wanted to have fun, why is that so bad?” 

Ryan tried not to panic when he saw that Blaine’s left arm was bent at a very odd angle. He tried not to show how shocked he was to see Blaine’s already swollen, purple face, his cut lip and torn clothes. He tried to not to cry when a broken whimper left his brother’s lip. 

The older brother knelt down and took the phone away from Blaine. “I’m here now,” he said gently. “You’re safe. The people who did this to you? They’re just assholes. Stupid, lifeless assholes who are afraid of what they don’t know.” 

“They said… things…” 

“Blaine, listen. They don’t matter. They don’t. Whatever they said, it just comes out of ignorance.” Ryan waited a few seconds so Blaine could let his words sink in but then he had to turn his attention to the injuries. “I have to take you to the hospital. I think your arm is broken. And you have to be checked for any internal injuries.” 

Blaine merely nodded but didn’t make an effort to stand up. Fighting against the growing need to freak out, Ryan moved to put his brother’s good arm around his shoulders. “Alright, up we go,” he mumbled. 

The good news was that Blaine could pretty much walk on his own. Once he was in the car and buckled in, Ryan gave himself a fraction of a moment to breathe and collect his thoughts before he jumped into the driver’s seat and stepped on the gas. 

“He would’ve called Dad,” Blaine whispered suddenly. His tense tone screamed ‘pain’.

Ryan gripped the steering wheel. “Buddy… We will have to call him.” 

“I know.”

Everything else was left unsaid as they both knew. 

“I don’t ever want to go back there.” 

“You will not have to.” 

A silence. 

“But is it going to be different anywhere?” 

“We’ll find a school for you, Blaine. There has to be a place where nothing like this will ever happen. And you’ll find someone great, someone who will turn your whole world around and all this will become a hazy memory.” 

Because it had to happen. Blaine deserved it.

“My arm hurts.” 

Ryan’s knuckles turned white. He had broken his arm before and it was pure agony. “It’ll be okay.” 

What else could he say?

Felt the need for angst. I really don’t care how unrealistic this might be, I had to write it. 

:)

GAH! Again, not usually one for any sort of fan-fic.  But this is so cool!  And sad.