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THE DIVORCE | ANDERCEST.

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blainedevonassderson:

After giving Nate a gentle shove as he climbed into bed beside him, deciding that sitting and drinking would be better then standing and drinking. Someone could fall over that way. After accepting the bottle again, he doesn’t need to be told twice as he finishes the content, lips smacking stickily as he takes in the empty bottle’s appearance then sets it on the night stand.

He didn’t know how he was feeling. A lot of different feelings were running through his mind and making his stomach churn unpleasantly. Instead he just sat there in silence for a bit longer, staring moodily at the far wall. Only when his over thinking would make his throat close up for a split second did he bother to groan a response.

“What the hell happens now? Do we get split up? Do we have to work out different schedules? I don’t want to be traded off between them like some dog. I feel pissed off, that’s how I feel!” Blaine finally snaps, folding his arms over his chest and almost pouting. “Why did they wait until now to drop the bomb like that? Assholes. Couldn’t they wait until we’re both eighteen? Or maybe go back in time and not get married at all.” Bringing a hand up to his face, he takes a calming breath. Well, as calm as he could muster. “Is it my fault? Did I do something wrong that sent them over the edge?” Which is followed by a snort and an eye roll as he drops his hand back into his lap. “Probably has something to do with the fucking fact I wasn’t born normal. Although they should’ve just gotten this over with when mom popped us out.”

It hadn’t even been the fact that Blaine had been blaming himself that had Nathaniel lunging over and suddenly tackling Blaine more onto the bed. With a cold and cruel glare he would reach for his wrists and grip tightly. Maybe a bit too tight but he didn’t give a fuck. He needed to make it known then and there that what he was about to say had been important and he’d be damned if Blaine fucking Devon Anderson got away with what the hell he had just tried to claim had been the reason why their deadbeat parents would be splitting for good. 

“It has NOTHING to fucking do with that pussy of yours if that’s what you’re talking about. You’re as normal as they come. So shut the fuck up! They’re probably splitting because of me. Since I keep sneaking out and causing hell for them and back. It was only a matter of time before they snapped.” Gripping a bit more before he rolls off of Blaine to lay on his back. Rubbing over his forehead with the back of his hand as he breathes out. 

“They’re not gonna give a damn what we have to say. But I bet you twenty bucks they end up taking one of us with them like we’re pets who can just adjust from one living arrangement to another in the blink of an eye all because they get patted on the damn head.” Nate scoffed again before turning to look at Blaine. “You think they’re gonna trade us off?” 

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THE DIVORCE | ANDERCEST.

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blainedevonassderson:

Blaine had been poking the food on his plate, completely zoned out of what was going on on at the dinner table. The bomb being dropped about the divorce had him looking up with a dubious expression over his facial features which had him losing his appetite entirely. Not that he should complain since the meatloaf was shit anyway. Not even entirely recognizing the fact that he didn’t move from his spot even after his brother and mother had gotten up and went their different ways, he was still sitting there staring at his plate.

He should’ve seen it coming in all honesty. The way mom had been all too nice and how his dad was coming around less and less. He wasn’t always close with his dad though since he was born different, so it wasn’t exactly a big impact on his life that his parents were splitting. But still, any kid wouldn’t imagine their parents being ones to divorce. No matter how out of the blue it was.

It was minutes of silence before he even bothered to get up and venture upstairs to his room. Not even noticing the lack of alcoholic beverage until he dropped on his bed and reached down to pull out one of the show boxes he kept his secret stash in only to find the IOU. “Fucking asshole,” he finds himself grumbling darkly under his breath as he slams the lid back down and gets up to practically storm into Nate’s bedroom. “Thief!” He accuses as he shuts the door behind him and moves in to snatch the bottle from his brothers hold so he could take a drink himself only to hand it back. “You could just ask instead of stealing my shit you know.”

He had been alone for a good while which gave the alcohol plenty of time to start kicking in and making him more than relaxed. Despite not really being too buzzed like he had hoped it would be the sound of his brother entering the room that would have him breaking free of his own roaming thoughts. Fuck his parents for the time being he had someone else to keep him distracted. Watching him drinking the bottle before it’s being handed back to him. Nate would only shrug seeing as he knew he didn’t feel even the slightest bit apologetic for what he had done and he also knew that he would end up doing it again with no questions asked. 

“It’s a lot more fun getting you riled up when you realize your shit’s missing and no don’t you even think that you telling me that is going to change anything.” Taking another drink before handing the bottle back to his brother that had just a bit under the halfway point left inside of it. “Though I would suggest drinking the rest if you don’t want me to down it all right here and now.” 

Ever since he had started to develop more of that rebellious bone in his body. Nathaniel knew that he would never be sorry for anything he had done. Why start caring anymore when it was obvious the people who he should have been close to could really care less? Why waste his precious time and breath over false hope when he could be living the life that he had always wanted to live. Being his own person. Not caring about what other people thought. Free to do whatever he wanted whenever he wanted. “How you feeling?” 

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THE DIVORCE | ANDERCEST.

To say that Nathaniel had been shocked at all that their parents had been on the verge of getting a divorce and had finally revealed such at dinner came to no shock to the older of the Anderson twins. Why the hell would two people who constantly fought even think about staying together in the first place? It was something that was completely beyond the male’s train of thoughts. Then again it wasn’t really his place to say. All that really mattered was what he and Blaine would end up plotting together out of it. Chances are their parents would try to split them up and Nathaniel would be damned if their parents thought they were going to get away with that in one piece. 

So after the dinner announcement had been made and Nate was well on his way to his bedroom. He dropped onto the bed and grunted from the thought alone. What he wouldn’t give for a smoke or even a drink right around now to really try and help his mind plot. “Fuck this shit.” Getting up and making his way out of his room to move into Blaine’s. His brother not yet being in the room and having been doing whatever the hell he had been up to. Nate moved to where he knew the younger of the two kept his own stash hidden. His own already being out otherwise he would have just taken things from there. 

Pulling out the small bottle of Jack Daniels that he found hiding. Nate smirked. “Jackpot.” Popping it open and dipping his head back to practically down it. Once it had been half way finished and he could feel the tinting burn heating up his cheeks. He pulled away with a cough. “Why the hell do I do this shit again?!” He questioned while clearing his throat. Moving in for yet another round of chugging before setting the bottle down on the nearby dresser. Moving over and finding a notepad to write down his IOU for Blaine. He snatched the bottle and made his way back to his bedroom. Dropping back down onto his own bed to finish downing the rest of the bottle. His mind drifting away into the sweet lull of alcoholism.