Welcome, world wide web to my small corner of the internet! My name is Blaine Anderson and I currently reside in a small mansion with my brothers due to some, ah, issues back at home. Are you ready for a lot of little details in a very short time? I've known I was gay since I was twelve and am very, very single. My favorite subjects in school were Choir and English. My brothers are actually my identical brothers. No, I have never pretended to be any one of them. Outside of the house, I enjoy bad reality shows, medium drips from your generic, indie coffee shops, the bold fashion statement that is a bowtie, Top 40 radio, the musical sensation by the name of Katy Perry, and almost every show to grace the stages of Broadway. That was quite a list, but you get the gist. I'm a bit fuzzy on what I'd like to do once we're allowed out of this place, so if you have a hint, clue me in, okay? Honestly, I'm running out of surface details about myself, so I'll leave you to have a look around.
OUT OF FUTURE STARS
Have you ever just met someone and had the urge to hold them and protect them from all the bad stuff in the world? Because I think I just had a moment like that with a golden retriever in an ASPCA commercial.
Make art? What, do you draw now, too? I thought that was your other brother. And I appreciate the offer, or whatever, but I’m gonna pass. I’m in no rush to figure out my divine purpose in life.
Oh, god no.
I’m a terrible drawer. But they call singing and acting and all that ‘arts’ too. I’m not really sure why, but that’s definitely a thing. No rush? What are you doing in the mean time?
Well, Kurt’s all about the acting and singing thing, so talk to him about that if you’re considering it. Aleric is smart, too — he could probably shed some light on teaching. Though either way, the pay is pretty shitty. I think doctor might be your best bet if you wanna be able to afford a house, or whatever.
That’s very true. I like the idea of helping people and I guess I can still make art on the side. I don’t know. You’ve given me something to think about, Mr. Hummel. If you’d ever like me to return the favor, you know where to find me.
What the fuck the only thing that I mentioned was how you had courage and it was your thing. About how you’re supposed to be brave and all that shit. What did any of that have to do with what happened to you in the past? Let alone me using it as a god damn joke? And really? Because you sure as hell turned it into something about that.
You know what? You’re right. I’m sorry for being too sensitive. Go take your ride on your bike and have a fantastic night. I’m going to bed.
All right, then.
Yeah. I mean, I guess all my brothers have a thing, but I’m just kinda good at watching Netflix and eating fried chicken. Unless there’s a job for that, then I’m shit out of luck.
I just — I have too many things. I want to sing and act and teach and I also wouldn’t mind becoming some kind of doctor. How does anyone just pick something for the rest of their lives? It’s like getting married, but worse because you don’t know what the job is really like before you start it.
Wow that’s really fucking pathetic how you’re going to throw out the victim card on me just because you were bullied. You know what Blaine? Fuck you. Just because my damn story is different doesn’t mean that I haven’t had similar chapters to build up who I am today. But hey. What the fuck do I know? I’m just the person who wasn’t bullied. I have no idea what it’s like to have something go against me. I don’t know anything about this shit because I’ve been through something different in comparison to you. Know one when you see one? What the fuck does that even mean? Yeah sorry I couldn’t live up to any of your expectations. Fuck all of you.
Dante, I never said any of that.
I have no clue what happens at your parties, when you’re away from the house, and I won’t pretend that I do. What I asked was that you not use a personal experience that I had as an insult. I’m not saying that you don’t have painful experiences. I’m just saying I’d really appreciate it if you stopped using mine as a joke.
Well. That is.. a lot. Have you thought about talking to him about it? I mean, it’s not right to be scared of your own brother. I’d like to think that, as intimidating as I can be, the people I care about still know who I am.
What — you mean, what do I wanna be when I grow up? Fuck it if I know.
I’d really rather not. Talking to Dante usually never gets me very far.
Finally! I was beginning to think everyone in this entire house knew what they wanted to be and I was the only one who had no idea. It was disheartening.
You really think that bullshit is true? You fucking think that you’re the only one who’s ever had to struggle with such? Wow, Blaine. Didn’t know you were the conceited one of the damn bunch. What the fuck?
What’s got your panties up in a bunch all of a sudden? Wow, screw you right now, seriously I don’t have time for this.
How could you even pretend that’s what I meant? You brought up something that hurt me and I responded by telling you to knock it off. I know that defending myself isn’t something I’m familiar with, but I’m pretty sure I know one when I see one. You weren’t bullied, Dante, and I don’t expect you to understand what that felt like for me, but if you could refrain from throwing it back in my face, I’d really appreciate it. But then again, you don’t have time for this, so I really don’t know what I’m expecting.
I don’t see why he wouldn’t. You’re his brother. He’s not an inherently bad person, he’s just a little more layered then everyone else. He cares. Trust me.
That you did. It’s a very strange thing to wrap my head around, really. I’ll keep the idea in my back pocket, but I think, for now, I’ll be keeping it legal.
Dante is rough on the outside, I get that. I do. And I’m sure he has a soft heart under there, but quite frankly, I don’t feel like I can look. He looks like the boys that left me in the janitor’s closet during gym class. His breath smells like theirs did when they took me outside at my first dance. The way he talks to me reminds me of the way they did and it scares me. And I won’t apologize for that. I can’t. He scares me and I can’t help it and that kills me inside. And you didn’t ask for any of this. I’m sorry for that.
What do you actually want to be? Honestly? I still think mobster should be your first choice but what do you really want to do?
Why do you think that?You’re welcome. Who knew I’d be inspirational.
You know Dante. And you know at least a little bit about me. Could you pretend for even a second that he’d like me?
I mean, I did encourage you to become a crime lord. Surely some inspiration comes in the profession.