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queerasglee2012-07-20 10:15 am
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bad2theboner and zephyrnovotny
What? That awkward moment when that's not the kind of rear-ending you were going for.
When? Immediately after THIS
Where? Not far from the Novotny-Anderson home
Fuck. Fuck was the only word Michael could think of as Blaine had stormed out of the kitchen and then out of the house, slamming the door behind him and taking off in his car. It had taken Michael a moment to recover from the shock of the information his son had just given him, but once he did, he was grabbing his phone and keys to head out of the house after him. He wasn't 100% sure where Blaine was going but he felt almost certain he could figure it out. Dammit, but things had been going so well, too. Maybe Michael was just destined to be a fuck-up of a father, and nothing would ever change that. But he didn't want that. He didn't want his kid to run away from him and not trust him, and he sure as hell didn't want to be that asshole dad that never got to see his kid when they were grown. Fuck, this whole thing was his fault, and maybe that sucked more than any of it.
As he pulled out of the driveway of their house, driving toward Liberty Avenue to make his way to the interstate, he fumbled with his phone, searching for the Blaine's contact in his call log. It hit him suddenly how far down the list Blaine's name was. He didn't know why in the world he'd ever let things get this far between him and his son. Fuck, where was Blaine's name in there?
But before he found his son's name, Michael glanced up in front of him, a string of profanity falling from his lips as he saw brake lights on the back of the car in front of him. His foot shifted instantly to the brake, and his tires screeched, but it was too little, too late, and he slammed into the back of the other car, somehow managing to bang his arm hard into the steering wheel, a loud hiss of pain his only response before his airbag deployed.
bad2theboner and zephyrnovotnyWhat? That awkward moment when that's not the kind of rear-ending you were going for.
When? Immediately after THIS
Where? Not far from the Novotny-Anderson home
Fuck. Fuck was the only word Michael could think of as Blaine had stormed out of the kitchen and then out of the house, slamming the door behind him and taking off in his car. It had taken Michael a moment to recover from the shock of the information his son had just given him, but once he did, he was grabbing his phone and keys to head out of the house after him. He wasn't 100% sure where Blaine was going but he felt almost certain he could figure it out. Dammit, but things had been going so well, too. Maybe Michael was just destined to be a fuck-up of a father, and nothing would ever change that. But he didn't want that. He didn't want his kid to run away from him and not trust him, and he sure as hell didn't want to be that asshole dad that never got to see his kid when they were grown. Fuck, this whole thing was his fault, and maybe that sucked more than any of it.
As he pulled out of the driveway of their house, driving toward Liberty Avenue to make his way to the interstate, he fumbled with his phone, searching for the Blaine's contact in his call log. It hit him suddenly how far down the list Blaine's name was. He didn't know why in the world he'd ever let things get this far between him and his son. Fuck, where was Blaine's name in there?
But before he found his son's name, Michael glanced up in front of him, a string of profanity falling from his lips as he saw brake lights on the back of the car in front of him. His foot shifted instantly to the brake, and his tires screeched, but it was too little, too late, and he slammed into the back of the other car, somehow managing to bang his arm hard into the steering wheel, a loud hiss of pain his only response before his airbag deployed.