Laughter and voices echoed throughout the halls as the dinner guests chattered about their day. It was a dinner party, and the Anderson family had invited the Cambers over to celebrate their success on a six-month lawsuit battle against the Johns.

Upstairs in a dark room, Blaine sat at the edge of his bed, he drags his fingers on his thighs nervously.

"Blaine what is it, the quest are waiting, can't this hold on?" his father paced the floor impatiently.

"No.it can't. I've Been trying to tell you for months dad, but you just won't..." he trailed off. This was it, and he couldn't wait another day. If Blaine didn't tell him today, he didn't know when he'd get another chance.

"Won't what, Blaine?" his father was making it very obvious that he didn't want to be there, too preoccupied with the guest.

Blaine grew angry at that looking up at his father in disbelief, "LISTEN!!' he yelled. "You don't have time to listen! Ever since the Cambers case, all it's been is 'I think this one's the one Milly those johns won't know what hit em." He makes a stupid impression of his father at the dinner table, finally feeling like he's going crazy with all the emotions rushing through his body.

"Blaine, what are you talking about" his father was getting angry, offended by his words.

"I'm gay dad, that's what I'm fucking talking about." He didn't mean it to come out like that, but now it was too late to take it back.

"What..." his father froze taken back, then he grew angry his face beat red. "You fucking shit!Are you a fucking faggot? I didn't raise you to be a fucking faggot Blaine!" his father scolded.

Blaine stood hurt by his father's words, but he'd prepared himself for this moment."I don't care what you think," he cried. "I'm proud of who I am!"

'SLAP,'

He didn't expect that.

Blaine check grew bright red as he held it. The pain of the slap stung, making him numb.

"No little faggot is going to talk back to me!" His father grabbed him by the hair " Do you know what this will do to the family, to my job, my reputation as a lawyer!!"

His father pulled him down, his head hitting the ground hard, there was a ringing in his ear as his father spat in his face. "you think anyone is going to what a lawyer with a faggot as a son! You better keep your fucking mouth shut, you hear me?"

Blaine whined from the pressure on his head.'" I said, do you hear me, boy?"

"yes, yes, I won't say anything" he whimpered.

His father patted him on the cheek,"good boy." He stood and took a deep breath."Now, I think Mr. Cambers had something to tell me as well. I'm sure he won't be as disappointing as you."

Mr.Anderson straightened his suit and fixed his tie and walked out of the room as if nothing happened.

Blaine struggled to sit up feeling weak. He brought his knees up and ran his hand through his hair.Then began to cry, sobs taking over. He covered his mouth afraid his father would hear him and come back.

He could hear laughter downstairs, and cars honking in the streets outside his window. The world was still going, and, taking no notice of his world crumbling before him.

He stood wobbling to his bed struggling to lay down. He turned his head seeing his wicked poster on the wall. He smiled.' New York' he thought. What he would do to be on stage singing and dancing.

He closed his eyes.Imagining himself on a Broadway stage, alone. Silence, and suddenly, a light shines on him, and he can see the audience. A full house and theyre waiting for him. Anticipating, so he starts singing. Soft at first slowly increasing as the music leads him through the song. A smile grows on his face. As backup singers join him.The music becomes cheerful as they begin to dance. A choreographed dance that they worked on for weaks. And it's perfect, they're perfect.

He opens his eyes going back to reality, sighing.

From then on, every time they were out in the town, and he just happened to look at a boy. When they got home, and the light was out, and the family asleep his father would come in the middle night, and drag him out of bed, he would beat him saying how could he risk looking at that boy, risk everyone knowing. He would cry out for his mother, but she never came. His father would be careful with the hits, never risking a place that could be seen by others.

Blaine learned to keep his head down not risk looking at anyone. Scared of what his father might do if he did. His father had taken his phone the morning after his first beating. So he couldn't call the cops, he tried to get to the house phone once, but that just resulted in more beating. Even if he did call them, his father would probably figure out a way to make things against him, he was always so good at that.

Soon his father didn't need a look at a boy for a reason. Being gay was enough to come at night, pull him out of bed and beat him, sometimes until he passed out. Every time, as usual, he would cry for his mother. To come save him, even though he knew by now, it was no use. And the next morning, like clockwork she would ignore him.

His father came to him one morning telling him he'll be homeschooled once school started.

I'd been two months since he came out to his parents. And there was still a month till 'school' started. He wasn't allowed outside the house. And he didn't have any close friends that could come and rescue him. So this is what his life consisted of now.

The door creaked open, Blaine was awake as usual, hidden under the covers. He waited for his father to come and pull him out of the covers as usual.

"Blaine" his father called.

Blaine raised himself off the bed, knowing better.

His father walked toward him, he grabbed him by the hair forcefully pulling his head back.

"Why did you have to be born?" his father breathed in his face.

"I'm sorry" Blaine whimpered.

"Why did you have to ruin everything Blaine, How many boys did you let fuck you? I bet you begged them too. How many people now your such a slut Blaine?!!" His father pulled him forward, dragging him out of bed onto the floor.

"Dad it's not like that I've never-" he was interrupted by his father's kick to his chest. He whimpered as he covered his body in an attempt to protect himself.

"Why did you make me take you away from the world. I was a good father. LOOK WHAT YOU DID TO ME!" He kicked him in the stomach."You were gonna married a sweet girl Blaine, you were gonna make your mother proud." Another kick. Blaine struggled to breathe." Now look what you've done, your mother cries every night because of her faggot of a son!" he grabbed him by the hair "you're not my son anymore."

Blaine felt his world collide as his father brought his head up, and with all his force, he smashed Blaine's head against the floor.

As if in slow motion, he felt his head bounced against the floor.Pain shooting through him and he gave out a silent cry. He laid there as he saw his father walk out of the room. He raised himself up, he felt dizzy, his vision was blurry. And oh too quickly his arms gave out, and he passed out into the darkness.

Lights shined in his eyes as he awoke. He felt a pounding in his head. And he whined as he struggled to sit up. He had to stop and concentrate on not passing out again, as he still felt dizzy. His arms wobbled when he tried holding himself up.

Soon his vision cleared, but he still felt that pounding in his head. He picked himself up on his feet, walking towards his drawer where he took out some pain pills that he kept there.

He took two, walking to the mirror to check how bad the damage was. He didn't seem to be bleeding, but there was a swell that his curls could cover up.

He went to his bed lying flat on his back looking at the ceiling.

Is this really how his life is going to be now? He thought. Living in fear and waiting for his father to beat him till he passes out. What if one day he goes too far and kills him?

He grew scared at the thought.

He turned his head looking at the wicked poster once again.

No. He can't let that happen. He has to stop it before it's too late. He sat up quickly, moving to stand in front of the poster. He ripped it off the wall holding and looking at it in his hands' New York'...that's Where all he dreams of music and Broadway are at. That's where he belongs.

But he can't go... there's just...How would he get there? Where would he live?

'I need to get online' he thought.

He heard a distant sound of a door slide open. And he rushed to his window noticing his mother stepping out into the back yard and taking a seat on the deck. She was drinking her morning tea like she did every morning. So his father must be at work by now.

He jumped up as an idea hit him. He rushed to open his bedroom door. He opened it quietly checking no one was in the hall. He started walking in the direction of the only room that had a computer.

As he arrived at his father's office, he went to open the door but froze.

What if he gets caught?His father would surely kill him then.no.no he can't think like that. It's New York Blaine. New York.

Without another thought, Blaine opened the door. There were books on shelves all over the walls.

He quickly rushed inside. Closing the door and turning the lock. He made his way to the desk and is quick to activate the computer screen. He opened the internet browser typing in Westville airline. He quickly maneuvered through the site typing his destination. It gave him a variation of dates and times planned for his destination. He needed to pick the soonest one, it would cost more, but he could manage. He just hoped his father hadn't canceled his emergency credit card. He probably thought he'd have no use for it anyways. He'd have to see.

He chose the first flight, that was three days from now. He typed in the information from his credits card and clicked purchase.

This was it. He'd done it. He was going to New York.

Being as quiet as he possibly can, he searched in his closet, looking for that gym bag he used for sports in school. Using his stepladder he looked on top of the shelf, smiling as he found it. He brought it down quickly opening it. He began packing his clothes and things he'll need.

He wanted to be ready, be prepared, he only had one shot at this, and he was going to get it right.

The next two days went as usual. Get up, wait for his mother to go drink her tea in the garden, eat breakfast, read, wait for his father to come home, greet his father at the doorstep, help his mother with dinner, Help clean up dinner. Go to his room, read some more. Get ready for bed and wait for his father to come at night.

The same, nothing had changed. Blaine knew he was doing the right thing by leaving.

On the third day, he made sure to wake up early. He got everything in check ready to go.The flight was in three hours, and all he had to do was wait for his mother to go to the garden as usual.

He stood by his window, watching and waiting out of sight. As his mother exited the house. He quickly turned without a thought running to the Hall. He made his way to his father's office and turning quietly. He looked around searching smiling as he saw the keys of the SUV on the wall. He took them and exited the room going back to his bedroom.

He picked up his bag off the ground turning to exit, but he stops. Looking at his mother standing in front of the door.

She looked him in the eyes, then at the bag strapped to his shoulders. Her face was straight, not a single expression on her face.

"Mom" Blaine whispered.

She didn't look back as she turned, walking into her bedroom.

Blaine stood there paralyzed, he covered his mouth holding back a cry. A whimper escaping his mouth.'She Doesn't care. Her only son is leaving, and she doesn't…'-

Whatever.

He needs to go. He's going to be late.

He made his way downstairs, not being as careful of making any more noise now. He when to the front porch seeing the parked SUV. He unlocked the car and jumped inside. Started the car and without another thought drove off to the airport. He didn't look back, he was sure he wouldn't miss that place.