hudson.

Hudson looked in the mirror as he played with his hair before hearing the door to the bathroom open before seeing his uncle Blaine’s reflection in the mirror before turning to face him. “First day at McKinley High. Any pointers?” he asked.

As was tradition, Kurt and Blaine made their way from New York City to see the new faces filling room after room of music and arts classes at their former high school.  Seeing McKinley, a public school now built on dreams, grow and blossom as well as Hepburn’s Midtown Manhattan private school was something that Blaine and Kurt could never miss. Plus.  There was always Sam to root on for the first couple days.  And now?  Hudson, too.

Blaine beamed with pride as he bit into his bottom lip and fretted with a few locks of hair on Hudson’s forehead to make them just right.  “There!  Perfect,” his smile made his eyes crinkle at their corners, “Are you ready?”