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Fill: Share a Childhood Smile 3/5 Triggers; sexual assault of kids
anonymous
March 28 2012, 19:51:34 UTC
“Hey Finn, can I talk to you?” Blaine managed to find Finn alone at his locker before lunch. Normally Rachel was attached to his side, yammering on about which song would be best suited for her to sing for her next solo. Blaine liked Rachel well-enough but he was really hoping that Tina got the solo. He thought her voice suited the song she‘d chosen. “The choir room should be empty, right?”
“Yeah,” Finn followed him. “Is it going to take long? I’m kind of hungry.”
“I don’t think so,” Blaine replied, not adding that if his suspicions were true, neither of them would likely be hungry. Once they got to the choir room, Blaine checked Mr Schuester’s office to make sure it was empty, then he closed and locked both doors. No sense in the privacy if they left the doors open.
“So what’s up?”
“I’m not really sure how to start,” Blaine sighed as he took a seat and ran his fingers through his hair.
Finn sat next to him, looking as uncomfortable as Blaine felt. “Is this about Kurt? Cause if it is, I’m on his side. He’s my brother. And my door doesn’t lock.”
“No,” Blaine shook his head. “It’s about Tickles.”
He watched Finn’s face closely for a reaction, hoping for confusion but expecting fear. And it was fear he got, briefly, before Finn managed to cover it up with a frown.
“You said he was at one of your parties?” Blaine pressed. He was absolutely sure now that Tickles had done the same thing to Finn as he’d done with him. Maybe it was selfish on his part but Blaine needed to hear Finn confirm it, to tell him that he wasn’t the only kid who’d fallen for the clown’s tricks.
“Yeah,” Finn said quietly. “When I was six. My mom worked overtime for two weeks to pay for him.”
With that one revelation, Blaine could understand why Finn had never said anything. He’d met Carole and he knew how guilty she’d feel, and he knew the clown’s lies could easily convince a naïve child that their parents would be disappointed in them for not appreciating all the work they’d done for the party. It was the same reasoning he’d used so many nights when he was lying in bed awake, thinking he should tell someone what had happened.
“I was eight,” he confessed.
They spent the entire lunch hour talking, unaware that Kurt and Rachel were in the cafeteria wondering where their boyfriends had gone.
Fill: Share a Childhood Smile 4/5 Triggers; sexual assault of kids
anonymous
April 16 2012, 17:20:17 UTC
Blaine went to his next class, convinced everyone was staring at him. He could hear whispers coming from all around him but when he turned in their direction, the other students made it a point not to look at him. He felt like everyone knew his secret but that was impossible. The room had been empty and the doors locked. No one could have overheard him and Finn. It was impossible. His mind was just playing tricks on him now that he’d finally said the truth out loud. That was it.
“Blaine Anderson,” the teacher said his name and Blaine looked up to see a freshman standing in the classroom doorway. “Mr Schuester needs to see you in his office.”
Blaine gathered his stuff and left. It was his only class without another member of New Directions so he had no idea if Mr Schuester only wanted to see him or if everyone had been called. He walked quickly, with his eyes on the ground, until he reached the choir room. It wasn’t until he saw the rest of New Directions sitting there that he relaxed. It wasn’t about his and Finn’s secret, it must be about the group.
But then why did he feel like everyone was staring at him and why was Kurt crying and why did Puck look ready to kill someone?
Finn looked just as clueless as Blaine felt. They knew. It was the only explanation that made sense. Somehow, someway, they knew about the conversation he and Finn had just an hour ago.
“Have a seat Blaine,” Schuester said and Blaine took the empty seat in between Kurt and Finn. He didn’t miss how he and Finn were in the middle of the group. They had nowhere to run. “Jacob Ben Israel posted an article on his gossip blog right after lunch. He was made to take it down but not before a lot of people saw it and that means there’s a lot of rumors going around the school.”
“So Hobbit and Frankenteen were stupid enough to get tickled by Tickles,” Santana scoffed from behind Blaine and he wanted the floor to open and swallow him. She was voicing exactly what he’d been afraid of; he never said no so he deserved it. He was the one to blame. “Is that really surprising? The clown’s a creep and they’re idiots. What is surprising is that Tickles is into midgets and chubs.”
“Santana, that’s enough!” Blaine turned, expecting to see Schuester ready to drag Santana to the principal’s office. But their teacher wasn’t the one who’d spoken, it was Puck, who had been sitting in front of Finn before he’d jumped to his feet.
“San, Blaine and Finn are hurt and sad,” Brittany’s innocent voice rang through the air. “Don’t you care that our friends are sad?”
Blaine didn’t want to wait for her answer. He used the distraction of everyone looking at Santana to slip past Puck and Shuester and the bolted for the door. He was leaving Finn to all the questions but Finn had Rachel, Puck, and Kurt with him so Blaine was sure he’d be fine. But he wasn’t fine. He couldn’t breathe. He had to find air.
Fill: Share a Childhood Smile 5/6 Triggers; sexual assault of kids
anonymous
April 17 2012, 05:53:04 UTC
“Hey,” Blaine heard Kurt say quietly from behind him. He turned to look at his boyfriend as Kurt sat on the bleachers next to him. “Mr Schue’s taking Santana to the principal’s office. She got worse after you left. I’m sorry.”
“Not your fault she’s right,” Blaine muttered.
“Blaine Anderson, stop talking like that right now,” Kurt scolded. Kurt always did hate when he got down on himself. “You were a kid. It’s not your fault that Tickles is a pervert who needs to be locked up. And that’s the nicest thing I want to happen to him. If the police don’t find him before my dad and Carole, there won’t be a body to find.”
“Do they know yet?”
Kurt shook his head. “Puck and Rachel are taking Finn home now. Do your parents know?”
“No,” Blaine replied. He’d tried to tell them a few times when he’d gotten older but he just couldn’t bring himself to actually confess. He was scared that they’d blame him or that his dad would blame what had happened on his sexuality. Or even worse that his dad would believe that Tickles is the reason he was gay. His dad still needed a reason why he couldn’t be perfect like his older brother. “I guess they will now. Did someone call the police?”
“Mr Schue said he was going to,” Kurt told him and Blaine sighed. He probably should get home so he could warn his parents. His dad was going to be angry and his mom would panic at how this scandal would make them look. Their son was stupid and had sex with a clown, their son was a pervert, those poor parents having no control over their sex-addict son, Blaine could hear the gossip at the next charity event already. “Do you want to come home with me? Finn’s not telling our parents until I get home but I don’t want to leave you alone. You shouldn’t be alone right now.”
“I don’t want to intrude,” he said. It wasn’t polite to intrude, he heard his mother’s voice in his head.
“You’re practically family and you’re involved,” Kurt apparently had no problem with him intruding. “After you left, Finn told us that you asked him to talk. Because of you, we’re going to make sure this guy pays for all the kids he’s hurt.”
“Because of me the whole school knows,” Blaine really wished he’d gone to the gym instead of the football field. He’d really like to punch something. “You think Santana’s the only one who feels that way? It’s going to be a nightmare.”
Kurt reached out and took his hand. “We can get through it.”
“I just don’t understand how anyone heard us,” Blaine sighed. “We were alone, I locked the doors, and we weren’t talking very loud.”
“Rachel had Lauren set up microphones in the choir room and she must not have taken them down,” Kurt told him, giving his hand a squeeze. “Jacob must have listened to you guys talking and since he’s incapable of doing the right thing, he spread it all over school. Usually I wouldn’t wish a dumpster dive on anyone but I won’t feel sorry if it happens to him tomorrow.”
That actually got a laugh out of him.
“I’m not ready to face my parents,” he confessed.
“You’ll always be welcome at my house,” Kurt promised. “Let’s get out of here.”
Fill: Share a Childhood Smile 6/6 Triggers; sexual assault of kids
anonymous
April 17 2012, 17:14:30 UTC
They walked through the front door of Kurt’s house and the silence hit Blaine like a rock. Never had the house seemed so quiet when everyone was home. They found Carole and Burt sitting on either side of Finn on the couch and Rachel and Puck sitting in chairs Blaine recognized from the dining room. They’d left the big easy chair open for them.
His eyes met Finn’s and he couldn’t look away. He expected to see blame and accusation in them, after all it was Blaine who’d cornered him and made him talk about the secrets they’d buried, but instead he found acceptance and gratitude. Finn actually seemed relieved that their secret was out.
“Why don’t you boys have a seat,” Carole suggested and Blaine let Kurt lead him to the chair. He sat first and Kurt perched himself on the arm, one hand resting on the back of Blaine’s neck for support. “Finn said he wanted to wait until you both got home.”
“I have to be honest Kids,” Burt spoke up, “this is all making me a little nervous. What’s so important that you’re all skipping school and we had to come home from work?”
Silence. No one wanted to talk. Blaine had no idea how to start, and he didn’t feel it was his place to tell Finn’s parents, he guessed Finn had no idea how to start either, and Kurt, Rachel, and Puck were probably waiting for one of them to speak.
“Kids?” Burt tried again.
“You can tell us anything,” Carole added.
Blaine met Finn’s eyes again and he nodded. They could do it. Together.
“Yeah,” Finn followed him. “Is it going to take long? I’m kind of hungry.”
“I don’t think so,” Blaine replied, not adding that if his suspicions were true, neither of them would likely be hungry. Once they got to the choir room, Blaine checked Mr Schuester’s office to make sure it was empty, then he closed and locked both doors. No sense in the privacy if they left the doors open.
“So what’s up?”
“I’m not really sure how to start,” Blaine sighed as he took a seat and ran his fingers through his hair.
Finn sat next to him, looking as uncomfortable as Blaine felt. “Is this about Kurt? Cause if it is, I’m on his side. He’s my brother. And my door doesn’t lock.”
“No,” Blaine shook his head. “It’s about Tickles.”
He watched Finn’s face closely for a reaction, hoping for confusion but expecting fear. And it was fear he got, briefly, before Finn managed to cover it up with a frown.
“You said he was at one of your parties?” Blaine pressed. He was absolutely sure now that Tickles had done the same thing to Finn as he’d done with him. Maybe it was selfish on his part but Blaine needed to hear Finn confirm it, to tell him that he wasn’t the only kid who’d fallen for the clown’s tricks.
“Yeah,” Finn said quietly. “When I was six. My mom worked overtime for two weeks to pay for him.”
With that one revelation, Blaine could understand why Finn had never said anything. He’d met Carole and he knew how guilty she’d feel, and he knew the clown’s lies could easily convince a naïve child that their parents would be disappointed in them for not appreciating all the work they’d done for the party. It was the same reasoning he’d used so many nights when he was lying in bed awake, thinking he should tell someone what had happened.
“I was eight,” he confessed.
They spent the entire lunch hour talking, unaware that Kurt and Rachel were in the cafeteria wondering where their boyfriends had gone.
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“Blaine Anderson,” the teacher said his name and Blaine looked up to see a freshman standing in the classroom doorway. “Mr Schuester needs to see you in his office.”
Blaine gathered his stuff and left. It was his only class without another member of New Directions so he had no idea if Mr Schuester only wanted to see him or if everyone had been called. He walked quickly, with his eyes on the ground, until he reached the choir room. It wasn’t until he saw the rest of New Directions sitting there that he relaxed. It wasn’t about his and Finn’s secret, it must be about the group.
But then why did he feel like everyone was staring at him and why was Kurt crying and why did Puck look ready to kill someone?
Finn looked just as clueless as Blaine felt. They knew. It was the only explanation that made sense. Somehow, someway, they knew about the conversation he and Finn had just an hour ago.
“Have a seat Blaine,” Schuester said and Blaine took the empty seat in between Kurt and Finn. He didn’t miss how he and Finn were in the middle of the group. They had nowhere to run. “Jacob Ben Israel posted an article on his gossip blog right after lunch. He was made to take it down but not before a lot of people saw it and that means there’s a lot of rumors going around the school.”
“So Hobbit and Frankenteen were stupid enough to get tickled by Tickles,” Santana scoffed from behind Blaine and he wanted the floor to open and swallow him. She was voicing exactly what he’d been afraid of; he never said no so he deserved it. He was the one to blame. “Is that really surprising? The clown’s a creep and they’re idiots. What is surprising is that Tickles is into midgets and chubs.”
“Santana, that’s enough!” Blaine turned, expecting to see Schuester ready to drag Santana to the principal’s office. But their teacher wasn’t the one who’d spoken, it was Puck, who had been sitting in front of Finn before he’d jumped to his feet.
“San, Blaine and Finn are hurt and sad,” Brittany’s innocent voice rang through the air. “Don’t you care that our friends are sad?”
Blaine didn’t want to wait for her answer. He used the distraction of everyone looking at Santana to slip past Puck and Shuester and the bolted for the door. He was leaving Finn to all the questions but Finn had Rachel, Puck, and Kurt with him so Blaine was sure he’d be fine. But he wasn’t fine. He couldn’t breathe. He had to find air.
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“Not your fault she’s right,” Blaine muttered.
“Blaine Anderson, stop talking like that right now,” Kurt scolded. Kurt always did hate when he got down on himself. “You were a kid. It’s not your fault that Tickles is a pervert who needs to be locked up. And that’s the nicest thing I want to happen to him. If the police don’t find him before my dad and Carole, there won’t be a body to find.”
“Do they know yet?”
Kurt shook his head. “Puck and Rachel are taking Finn home now. Do your parents know?”
“No,” Blaine replied. He’d tried to tell them a few times when he’d gotten older but he just couldn’t bring himself to actually confess. He was scared that they’d blame him or that his dad would blame what had happened on his sexuality. Or even worse that his dad would believe that Tickles is the reason he was gay. His dad still needed a reason why he couldn’t be perfect like his older brother. “I guess they will now. Did someone call the police?”
“Mr Schue said he was going to,” Kurt told him and Blaine sighed. He probably should get home so he could warn his parents. His dad was going to be angry and his mom would panic at how this scandal would make them look. Their son was stupid and had sex with a clown, their son was a pervert, those poor parents having no control over their sex-addict son, Blaine could hear the gossip at the next charity event already. “Do you want to come home with me? Finn’s not telling our parents until I get home but I don’t want to leave you alone. You shouldn’t be alone right now.”
“I don’t want to intrude,” he said. It wasn’t polite to intrude, he heard his mother’s voice in his head.
“You’re practically family and you’re involved,” Kurt apparently had no problem with him intruding. “After you left, Finn told us that you asked him to talk. Because of you, we’re going to make sure this guy pays for all the kids he’s hurt.”
“Because of me the whole school knows,” Blaine really wished he’d gone to the gym instead of the football field. He’d really like to punch something. “You think Santana’s the only one who feels that way? It’s going to be a nightmare.”
Kurt reached out and took his hand. “We can get through it.”
“I just don’t understand how anyone heard us,” Blaine sighed. “We were alone, I locked the doors, and we weren’t talking very loud.”
“Rachel had Lauren set up microphones in the choir room and she must not have taken them down,” Kurt told him, giving his hand a squeeze. “Jacob must have listened to you guys talking and since he’s incapable of doing the right thing, he spread it all over school. Usually I wouldn’t wish a dumpster dive on anyone but I won’t feel sorry if it happens to him tomorrow.”
That actually got a laugh out of him.
“I’m not ready to face my parents,” he confessed.
“You’ll always be welcome at my house,” Kurt promised. “Let’s get out of here.”
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His eyes met Finn’s and he couldn’t look away. He expected to see blame and accusation in them, after all it was Blaine who’d cornered him and made him talk about the secrets they’d buried, but instead he found acceptance and gratitude. Finn actually seemed relieved that their secret was out.
“Why don’t you boys have a seat,” Carole suggested and Blaine let Kurt lead him to the chair. He sat first and Kurt perched himself on the arm, one hand resting on the back of Blaine’s neck for support. “Finn said he wanted to wait until you both got home.”
“I have to be honest Kids,” Burt spoke up, “this is all making me a little nervous. What’s so important that you’re all skipping school and we had to come home from work?”
Silence. No one wanted to talk. Blaine had no idea how to start, and he didn’t feel it was his place to tell Finn’s parents, he guessed Finn had no idea how to start either, and Kurt, Rachel, and Puck were probably waiting for one of them to speak.
“Kids?” Burt tried again.
“You can tell us anything,” Carole added.
Blaine met Finn’s eyes again and he nodded. They could do it. Together.
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