hudson.

Hudson drummed his fingers on the bathroom counter, feeling nervous. He missed the ease of New York and how easy things were for him there. He’d gone to a high school specifically for the performing arts. A school where he wasn’t some legacy. Now he felt like he was finally getting to know his father, finally feel like his son.

Blaine fixed his hair so a few stray strands were placed perfect. He smiled, remembering the first time he’d had Blaine help with his hair, and laughed. “Thanks,” he stated before letting out a sigh. “Is it weird I’m nervous?”

“You’re welcome,” he spoke softly trying to ease the boy’s nerves.  Hudson had no reason to worry.  Legacy or not?  He was his own person.  Talented, smart.  A good kid with high ambitions, drive and a voice that no one could resist admiring.  

The moment he walked through those doors, Hudson would be closer to not only his parents, but he family of friends that very school bonded together that made today possible.  And it was going to love him as much as all of them did. “Don’t be. They’re going to adore you.  Just take a breath and know at the end of the day?  We’re all here for you.”  Tucking his chin towards his purple and teal striped bow tie, Blaine arched a brow and grinned.  “Be excited.  Enjoy it. No more nerves.  Okay?”