Welcome to my new story! The title is from the song Temporary Home by Carrie Underwood. The first verse got me thinking and this is what my brain came up with. Also, I have little knowledge of the situation Blaine is in so technicalities may be incorrect. I'd really like to hear your thoughts and whether I should continue, so feel free to review!
Sinking down further into the old, worn sofa and running a hand through his curly hair, Blaine sighed heavily. He glanced around the room at the multitude of boys running about the place, shouting and screaming as they went. The care home always had continuous background music of high pitched wails from the kids within and Blaine was sick of it. He, of course, did not join in to harmonise with the littler children's squealing, nor the deeper shouts of the older boys. He kept to himself, mostly.
A child of about 9 was suddenly standing in front of him, a wide grin set upon his young face. Blaine supposed, contrary to the horrible situation the band of boys were in, they were all quite happy. The loss of parents in whichever way for each person had not taken away all of their youthful vigour or hope.
Except maybe Blaine's.
"Blaine! Help me and Johnny build our castle? It's out in the garden, come see!" Blaine felt a sharp tug on his arm and he did his best to smile at the young boy.
"I can't, Tim. The Hummels are coming to pick me up soon. You remember them, right?" Tim's smile instantly dropped into a small, concerned frown. He nodded slightly, head staying lowered and eyes not catching Blaine's.
"Are they going to take you away from here?" His voice broke slightly on the last word, big eyes still fixed on Blaine's old trainers.
"Hey, hey! No, Tim. I wouldn't leave you here, would I?" That was maybe a slight lie. As much as the boy could be a pain in the neck, he was one of Blaine's only friends in the whole care home. He tried to ignore the fact that Tim was 9 and he was 15. What's age between friends, right? He didn't need anyone else.
But that didn't stop him from aching to find someone who shared his interests. Someone he could have sleepovers with and stay up until way too late, giggling and sharing secrets. Someone to sing his favourite songs with. Most of all, someone he could just be himself with. No strings attached.
But Tim would have to suffice for now.
He perched on the edge of the sofa, arms wrapping around the small boy and clutching him tightly.
"You should go back to building your castle. Then you can show me it when I get back, yeah?" He pulled Tim back at arms length, hands still braced on his shoulders. He gave a more enthusiastic nod, blonde wisps of hair falling into his eyes. Blaine patted him on the back as he ran off out the door, loose dungaree strap bouncing behind him as he went.
"Blaine!" He heard a loud shout from somewhere in the house, only barely able to make it out above the crash of something or other falling down and the cackles of delight that followed.
"Coming!" He replied hastily, dodging two 12 year old twins named Mark and Steven who were jogging down the corridor with a matching guilty look on their faces. He didn't even want to know what they had done now. Ever since they had arrived at the home 3 years ago, they had made it their mission to destroy everything in the house. Or that was just Blaine's understanding of why they couldn't go a day without breaking something.
Martha, one of the care workers that basically spent her whole life in the home, made her way towards Blaine and ushered him into a small room just before the turning into the main hallway.
The woman was in her mid thirties, raven hair tied back in a messy ponytail and a fringe that was constantly greasy from the amount of times she swept it back through stress. Lines were already beginning to form on her forehead – a common side factor when you spent a lot of time in a house with 10 unruly boys aged 8 to 16 for company. He didn't envy her at all; it was stressful enough living here and keeping out of the other boys' road, never mind actually looking after the horrors.
He watched her as she knelt down slightly so her face was level with Blaine's (he had been praying for a growth spurt for the last year) and that strained smile you gained the moment you walked through the double doors of the building appeared.
"Now, Blaine. I know you're always a good boy when you go out with the Hummels, but I have to warn you to keep it that way. This is your seventh trip out with them and it sounds like you might actually have a chance with them," she said, her tone motherly yet weary, "But you go have fun, okay? I certainly envy you, getting a couple of hours out this mad house." She returned to her normal height, blowing air out of her mouth so that her fringe whipped up off her forehead. The thing with the care workers was that they couldn't differentiate between the younger boys and the older ones. They treated them the same; the same patronising language and actions. He had grown accustomed to it, but not happily. Martha was one of the nicest of the people who worked there, however. She was the only one that Blaine could freely talk to; one that actually tried to make time to get to know each child as individuals instead of just treating them like furniture passing through.
"I will, Martha. Thanks for the bowtie you gave me." He watched her eyes spark with a glint of happiness as she reached out to straighten the light purple bow tie that matched his white shirt, dark wash jeans and old trainers.
"You deserve it. You're the only one who actually acts like a gentleman here and…I can see how much you like the Hummels." He gave her a grateful smile as she kissed him lightly on the cheek, patting the bow tie once more before leading the way out the room to where the Hummels were waiting.
As he rounded the corner, moving into the large hallway that you entered when you walked through the main doors, he saw three of the four Hummels he had grown so accustomed to in such a short amount of time.
It had been 5 months ago that the Hummels had first entered the care home, apparently in search of a boy aged between 14 and 16 to fully foster. Blaine, for a reason that he would never fathom, had stood out to them. Burt had told him later that his mop of dark hair and large, golden eyes had been the pulling factor. How this was a reason to adopt him and not run away from him screaming, he didn't know. But things had progressed and after many visits to the home by the Hummels, Blaine had realised that he actually liked them quite a lot. So when Burt, who threatened Blaine with his stature until he found out he was actually really nice, had asked if he had wanted to venture out of the care home with just him to McDonald's, he had immediately taken up the offer. Aside from wanting to finally get time out of the house aside from school, he actually could see a future for himself with Burt and his family.
Carole, Burt's wife, was a lovely woman. Every time she came to visit him, she would always have a box of cookies clutched tightly in her hand and a warm smile on her face. Blaine knew that Burt's wife had died 7 years ago and that Carole was his second wife. The information of a dead wife had been put to him in a way that made him realise that they expected him to run as fast as he could in the opposite direction, but he couldn't understand why. He could at least empathise with Kurt, Burt's son, on the matter. They both knew what it was like to lose parents.
Finn was introduced to him around the fifth visit to the care home, as custom was that he met the family in steps. To familiarise himself with each one before the next came, he supposed.
If he was being truthful, the sheer height of the 16 year old boy had terrified him at first. He looked like he could squash him with one punch to the arm but as he found out after a 'friendly' greeting of just this, he could survive it. Just. That hadn't stopped him from recoiling in surprise, though.
But, like Burt, the more you got to know Finn, the better he got. He was loveable, though they didn't really have an extensive range of subjects to talk about. Football and singing were the two things they had in common, aside from that Blaine happily listened to him talk about school and the glee club he was in. He was jealous – his school had no glee club and weren't big at all on performing arts. He had resigned himself to singing in his room when his two roommates had cleared off and jumped in mud puddles, or whatever it was they did on a daily basis to make them so filthy.
Last, but certainly not least, was Burt's son, Kurt. Kurt was amazing, to put it simply. They shared loads of the same interests and hobbies and Blaine really loved his personality, most of all. He was bright and bubbly and always willing to respond to Blaine's anxious questions. However, Blaine noticed an underlying sadness to him when he stared off into space. He was also determined to work out what that was and sort it, in time. The small part of Blaine's brain that screamed out how beautiful Kurt was didn't count at all to his impressions of the boy. He knew that that was slightly creepy, if they were ever to become 'brothers'.
He knew he couldn't tell the Hummels about the fact that he was gay. He wasn't going to ruin his chances by telling anybody, especially a family that could actually take him away from this dump. He hadn't ever told anyone and he wouldn't. Not at least until he was much older and could deal with it better. He was only 15, after all.
"Blaine!" Burt called out cheerily, a wide grin setting on his face at the sight of Blaine walking towards him.
"Hey, Burt," Blaine replied, not being able to suppress a smile as he was gathered up into the man's strong arms. He took a moment to bask in the unfamiliar warmth that engulfed him – hugs weren't something that was often offered to him anymore, aside from Martha's occasionally quick embrace. Not since his parents had died in the freak car crash 7 years ago. Since no relative of either of his parents that were still alive was willing to take him in as their own, he had landed up here.
As the other families passed in and out of the place, some ending up with a new son, some not being so lucky, Blaine had always been a constant. Sure, there had been a couple of families that had taken an interest in him, but he had always refused them when they started asking him if he wanted to spend some time outside of the care home.
Some would say that he had been rude, turning them down. He kept telling himself that going out with them would lead them on; make them think that maybe, just maybe, they had found a child to foster. The truth was, however, that he hadn't felt any connection to them. Maybe he sounded like someone looking for his…true love, or something, but he kind of based his assumptions on that process. Or what he'd read in books, anyway. If there was no spark, no instant pull towards the couples that walked in, Blaine knew he wouldn't ever be happy with them.
Maybe he was being selfish and setting his sights way to high, but that was his view on things, crazy or otherwise.
But now, wrapped in Burt's arms and feeling his low laugh reverberate through his body, he knew that he had found the family. The family that he was finally meant to be with.
He could only hope he didn't screw it up.
"You ready, buddy?" Burt ruffled his hair affectionately after he pulled back, happy to see Blaine's face light up.
"I think so. I don't need anything, do I? Unless you want me to bring money for the food, I could go upstai-" He was immediately cut off by Burt's heavy frown.
"Of course you don't. We're all just really happy you still want to see us," Burt replied, gesturing for Blaine to walk first out the large doors leading to the gardens of the huge house. Carole smiled at him as he walked past, placing a hand on his shoulder in hello. Finn gave him a shy smile, hands buried deep in his pockets and his stance awkward and tense. He had told Blaine the second time he had gone out with the family that he didn't like the care home, and Blaine couldn't blame him. For Finn, it was the fact that he didn't know how to act around the kids there who had lost everything they had known; for Blaine, he just simply detested the place. The monotony of the room he had stayed in for 7 long years, watching his roommates settle in then be uprooted as they found a new family. Never Blaine, though.
As he walked down the stone path leading to the road in which he knew the Hummels car would be parked, he turned around to check if he was being followed by the three others. Carole skipped a little to catch up with him while Burt started a conversation with Finn.
"How has your week been, honey? Sorry we didn't pop in last weekend, we had to arrange a few things for…" she trailed off with a smile, eyes lighting up. Blaine was immediately suspicious, but he refrained from prying. It wasn't his business.
"It was good," he said, though Carole must have sensed the slight sadness to his voice. It had probably been a mistake, telling her about how much he disliked the house and the school he was at. Now she could easily see through his lies.
He sighed once, shoulders relaxing a little as he enjoyed the presence of the family, and the freshness of the outside air. It was Sunday, and he hadn't been out the house since he had arrived home on Friday from school.
"The normal, I suppose. A bunch of boys decided it would be funny to lock me in a closet until lunch one day. Aside from that, it was uneventful." He decided to just tell her the truth, not wanting to upset her. He hadn't found the irony of the whole event funny, either. But at least only he could see it. The boys only bullied him for the fact that, with his reading glasses and bushy hair, he looked like a complete nerd. And for the fact that he got high grades that their mental capacity would never reach to, being members of a subset of human beings Blaine named 'Bastards'. But at least they hadn't figured out he was gay. There's always a silver lining.
Carole's face instantly crumpled, eyes boring into Blaine as if to try and read his mind.
"You know you really should tell someone other than us about that. They could help, maybe get them suspended," she replied earnestly, already forming plans in her head to help the poor boy that she had quickly grown to adore. Her eager eyes shot back up to Blaine though, when she heard a bark of laughter coming from him.
"It would do nothing, so what's the point? Really, don't worry about me, Carole." He smiled at her in reassurance, silently praying that she would leave the topic alone. With a final frown she did, staring at the ground beneath her feet as she walked.
They finally made it out onto the quiet street, Blaine looking back at the old house with a smile on his face. Freedom for a couple of hours.
The house was by far the biggest on the street, rising higher and stretching out further than the rest of them. The brick was a mottled brown, one of the many signs of its age. The white frames of windows stood out against the darker surface and from the only open one Blaine could still hear the noise from the kids inside. Or rather, Martha's loud shouting as she no doubt scolded the twins for whatever they had done to make the large crash. The house even had a balcony on its top floor, but the door to it was always locked tight. Health and safety hazards, he supposed. The roof rose higher than the tall bushes that surrounded the garden – a fence keeping the animals in the zoo locked inside. Blaine had never been in the attic; had never wanted to. Ahmed, one of his two roommates, was the only, and last, kid to go up there, returning as white as a sheet and claiming he had seen a ghost. Blaine didn't believe him, but he still had no desire to go up and test this opinion. The lawn surrounding the house was perfectly cut, a bright shade of green despite people trampling over it all day. Since Tim was nowhere to be seen, he guessed that the site of the 'castle' was nearer the back of the house.
"You okay, Blaine?" Finn asked him, frowning a bit at Blaine's dazed expression. He snapped out of his reverie, craning his neck to look at Finn.
"Sure," he replied simply, spinning around and searching out the silver car he was used to seeing.
"Wait, where's your car?" He looked at each of them in turn, frowning as a slow grin appeared on all of their faces.
"We can walk to the place. Come on!" Burt patted him once on the shoulder before beginning to walk down the road, Blaine lengthening his strides to keep up with the man. He could hear Carole scolding Finn for wearing a shirt that had a mark on it behind him, and he looked up at Burt in confusion.
"Where are we going?" Burt looked down at him, smiling slightly.
"You'll see when we get there. We have a surprise for you."
"A surprise? But I don't need anything special and… wait, where's Kurt?" He narrowed his eyes as Burt chuckled deeply.
"Just wait till we get there, alright? Kurt's waiting for us, don't worry." Burt would be lying if he said he couldn't tell that Kurt and Blaine had hit it off the moment they met. He was extremely glad for this – if the two boys could be good friends, it would make the whole process of Blaine's fostering easier.
Not that Burt had actually discussed that small detail with Blaine yet. The fostering agency was well aware that he would love for Blaine to become a part of their family, but the paperwork couldn't be put through until Blaine agreed. And he wasn't near ready to ask Blaine yet, as this was only their seventh trip out. It would take more time than that to gain Blaine's full trust.
They continued walking for the next 20 minutes, comfortable chatter going backwards and forwards between them about everything and nothing. Blaine even tried to get Finn to tell him where it was they were headed, but with a sharp jab to the ribs from his mother, Finn had quickly shut up.
But then Blaine focused his senses. The music rising loudly above the rows of houses; the chatter of excited people; the smell of candyfloss and sweets.
And that's when his brain pieced together the fact that the travelling circus was in town. And no matter what anyone said, he would always believe that he definitely did not jump up and down and clap his hands in excitement when he realised.
"The circus? We're going to the circus? No way! You guys are best!" He launched himself at Burt, hugging him around the middle and nearly quivering with excitement. The family started laughing at him then, so he prised himself off of Burt with a large smile on his face.
"We thought you'd like it," Burt said fondly, leading Blaine around the final corner.
Multi-coloured tents rose high into the air, situated at the far end of the field. The music was even louder as they walked closer, the infectious beat causing Blaine to subconsciously pace his strides with it. A multitude of different stalls weaved around the front of the field – the source of the smell of food. Blaine took a deep breath, mouth watering already. Banners and ribbons were hung up over the stalls, swaying slightly in the warm summer breeze. Blaine didn't think he had ever felt happier. This was his first time at a real circus and he had fallen in love with it already.
"You took your time!" Kurt shouted from a little way ahead of them, a warm smile plastered onto his face.
"Kurt!" Blaine couldn't help from exclaiming, rushing over and pulling him into a quick hug before he even realised what he was doing. Kurt chuckled as Blaine pulled away, completely welcome to the new greeting. He really liked the boy, his bubbly personality was infectious and he was extremely perceptive of other people. He was free and open, something Kurt wasn't used to at McKinley. Plus, they were around the same age.
Blaine looked slightly shocked at his own brazen move; the happiness was probably deluding his rational thought. But he figured from Kurt's smile that it was okay and he forced himself to smile back.
"Let's go to the circus then, shall we?" And with that he found himself following an undefined pathway through stalls, all thoughts of the care home and his situation gone. They had brought him here to have fun, and that was exactly what he was going to do.
I hope you liked it! Share your thoughts with me on whether I should continue it:)