One Good Day (one-shot, TRIGGER: suicide planning)
He knows the feeling all too well. The disappointment, the quiet despair, the thought that there must be more to life than that. More than the everyday grind of the job he hates and coming home to cold silence, only to reheat dinner left for him in the fridge, stare brainlessly at bad TV shows, and go to bed.
When Blaine was young and idealistic… whoa, he’s barely 22, he just graduated from college, why does he sound like his own grandfather all of a sudden?
Anyway, when Blaine was an idealistic teenager, he used to believe that life had a purpose; there were so many goals to reach, countless things to do with days that were always fleeting, too short, not enough. Where are his goals now? Earning money so he can afford nice things and look down his nose at his peers just doesn’t feel worth all the effort. And other things – things he might want – he can’t have. Love. Family. Music. Passion. Kids.
At least not the way he wants them.
It’s not that he didn’t try. Of course he did. Fresh with the relief of leaving Yale with a BA in Business after four unbearably long years, five months ago he gathered all his courage and went to see his father. He naively believed that after doing what was expected of him and graduating with honors, he’d have some sort of leverage. That his father would have a reason to be proud of him at last; that he’d be placated enough to say that of course, he had nothing against Blaine’s plans to ask his boyfriend of two years to move in with him.
He couldn’t have been more mistaken.