next tuesday is gonna hurt so bad
i don’t know if i can keep myself together
Blaine sat down facing her. They both just sat there staring at one another for a few moments, then his mom spoke. “Are you still…?” she trailed off, but Blaine knew what she was asking.
“Am I still gay?” he said. “Yes, mom, I’m still gay. Always have been, always will be.”
“Oh,” she said, looking disappointed. Blaine was used to that look by now, but that didn’t mean it didn’t hurt. “What a shame.”
He felt sick, sitting there in the familiar room, the room where there had been more fights than happy times. The room in which his dad had bruised his ribs so badly when he was fourteen, that he couldn’t even sit up properly for over a week. He shuddered at the memory and all he wanted to do was leave there and never go back.
It’s just, I know what to come when I decide to read this chapter. But. I can’t.
I’ll never try to read angst when I myself is in this bloody situation.