brian and BLAKE?

"Brian, we have a lot to discuss," Blake said. "You're telling me? You're the one who's been pretending to be somebody named Blaine to get me to like you and tricking my mom," Brian said. "Okay, we'll start there, then. I haven't been tricking your mom. She knew from the start who I was. We both decided it'd be best if we didn't tell you who I was from the start. You never would have given me a shot," Blake told him. "You're damn right, I wouldn't have. Why should I?" "I'm you're dad, Brian." "No, you're not anything to me. If you cared anything about me, you wouldn't have left me and Mom. Yet when I finally come to terms with it, you have to come back into my life and try and screw it up-again. Why are you doing this? What did I ever do?" Brian asked. "You didn't do anything. I loved your mother and I never meant to hurt you-or her. I only want the best for both of you," Blake said. Brian pushed him against the wall. "You don't give a shit about me. I was much better off without you around and so was my mom. She doesn't need you. Leave us alone! That's what you're best at anyway," Brian let him go and walked away. "Brian, wait! Please, listen. I know I'll never be able to explain to you why I left but you've got to understand that I love Kimberly and that she loves me too. I was stupid to ever do what I did, but I did it and for that, I'm always going to be sorry. Don't you think it's punishment enough that I never got to see you grow up?" Blake asked. "That was your choice, now wasn't it. You could have stuck around, Blake. You know I thought you were pretty cool until I realized that all you are is a liar and a pathetic jerk. All my life, everything I've done and haven't done has been aimed at being the exact opposite of you. You showed me what I never wanted to be. You showed me a piece of shit dad and a piece of shit man," Brian said. "You're no better than me, Brian!" Blake yelled. Brian hurled at him and struck a blow to his cheekbone. Brian grabbed his collar and pushed him to the wall. "I hate you, you know that? I'll do everything I possibly can to talk some sense into my mom about what a jerk you are." "I'm not the one throwing punches here," Blake said with a smirk on his face. Brian punched him again and this time it hit his chin. Blake took in a deep breath and leaned in and whispered in Brian's ear, "I'm sorry, Brian." Brian backed up, "What does it matter now, anyway? You can't turn back time, Blake. You were never there for me," Brian said taking in a deep breath, "and you have no idea what it's like to be the one left in the dust. I was only 10. You left me and my mom, who had cancer. You can't tell me you aren't an asshole. What do you want from me, Blake? You want to just say sorry and me pretend that that makes one damn bit of difference? I can do that, but I'd be lying. Sorry doesn't give me a dad; sorry doesn't take back every night that I stayed awake listening to my mom cry for you to come back. Sorry doesn't mean shit to me anymore," Brian said coldly. "Well, what do you want me to say?" Blake asked. "I don't expect you to say anything. I just don't want to see my mom get hurt again, b/c if she does, she won't be the only one." "I know you love her, Brian. I wouldn't hurt her though," Blake said. Brian laughed, "How am I supposed to believe that?" "I guess you can watch and see b/c I'm not going anywhere."