Blaine hasn't had the best week. He came out to his parents.
"Mom, Dad, I didn't 'get' it from Dalton!" He yelled.
"Don't you yell at me, son!" His dad fired back.
"It's who I am!"
"You aren't going there! You're lucky we aren't kicking you out! At least we're decent people!" His mom yelled.
"You will be attending public high school, where you can come home every night so we can get the f*gginess out of you! That is that! Hear me?" His dad yelled.
"I thought out of all people, you would accept me."
"We are, Blaine. We are letting you live in this house, even though you are making it filthy!" His father said again. Blaine had enough and stormed up to his room.
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It was a shame really. Blaine was top of his class at Dalton, and now he was torn away from it without a proper goodbye to his friends. He thought about this as he parked at McKinley.
Blaine walked around with the guidance counselor for a bit, getting the tour, and went to his locker. He got his essentials in his leather bag and walked down the hallway. Blaine was thinking about Ms. Pillsbury's strange ways when
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