Drabbles: Escape Verse
It's Thanksgiving and Blaine has just come home from the hospital.
This is part of the Escape Verse. The rest of this verse can be found here: Escape Verse
Word Count: 300
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November 26th, 2009
Word Count: 300
"Blaine, do you want to help your father cut the turkey?" Grace asks, standing in the archway between the kitchen and the living room. The kids are all sprawled across the couch and floor watching some movie with a grown man dressed as an elf.
"Isn't that a man's job?" Conner laughs.
Blaine hits him over the head with a pillow and calls him an asshole.
"Blaine, language," Grace says with a warning tone. "Conner, do not be mean to your brother today. It's Thanksgiving. Can we please not fight?"
"Lay off of him, Grace," he says. She's been far too hard on Conner lately. "They're kids. Their supposed to fight with each other. Blaine just needs to toughen up a bit."
"Right," Blaine says sarcastically.
"Don't give us attitude here," he says. "We've just gotten the family all together again. Let's enjoy it while we can."
"You're right, I'm sorry I got the shit beaten out of me and had to stay in the hospital so long. I guess it's my fault for being a girl, right?" Blaine says, voice dark.
He bites his tongue before he can say, yes. Because really, Blaine was just so tiny. If he would just take up soccer again or something maybe he wouldn't be seen as such an easy target.
"You know what, my wrist still hurts, so I don't think I'll be helping in the kitchen. Call me when dinner is ready." Blaine storms up the stairs and they all hear the door slam.
"Really?" Grace glares at him. "He leaves for Dalton in three days. Can't you get along until then?"
"It's not my fault he's over emotional," he says, defending himself before his wife and lay into him. He's not in the mood.
This is part of the Escape Verse. The rest of this verse can be found here: Escape Verse
Word Count: 300
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November 26th, 2009
Word Count: 300
"Blaine, do you want to help your father cut the turkey?" Grace asks, standing in the archway between the kitchen and the living room. The kids are all sprawled across the couch and floor watching some movie with a grown man dressed as an elf.
"Isn't that a man's job?" Conner laughs.
Blaine hits him over the head with a pillow and calls him an asshole.
"Blaine, language," Grace says with a warning tone. "Conner, do not be mean to your brother today. It's Thanksgiving. Can we please not fight?"
"Lay off of him, Grace," he says. She's been far too hard on Conner lately. "They're kids. Their supposed to fight with each other. Blaine just needs to toughen up a bit."
"Right," Blaine says sarcastically.
"Don't give us attitude here," he says. "We've just gotten the family all together again. Let's enjoy it while we can."
"You're right, I'm sorry I got the shit beaten out of me and had to stay in the hospital so long. I guess it's my fault for being a girl, right?" Blaine says, voice dark.
He bites his tongue before he can say, yes. Because really, Blaine was just so tiny. If he would just take up soccer again or something maybe he wouldn't be seen as such an easy target.
"You know what, my wrist still hurts, so I don't think I'll be helping in the kitchen. Call me when dinner is ready." Blaine storms up the stairs and they all hear the door slam.
"Really?" Grace glares at him. "He leaves for Dalton in three days. Can't you get along until then?"
"It's not my fault he's over emotional," he says, defending himself before his wife and lay into him. He's not in the mood.