“It’s not the most ideal considering Madison wouldn’t be able to go to Dalton with me,” he explained quietly, clearing his throat and glancing around the room to avoid confronting how awful he felt. He muttered about how ‘he was sure some people would make a huge deal about Madison not going if Mason went and then muttered more about transphobic assholes under his breath. – && Mason never cursed, but this situation just made him want to even more. He hated people that made him uncomfortable.
“Don’t get me wrong, B– I love this school, I do. I have Titan pride all the way through and through and I love the New Directions but at times it can be unbearable. Between the hockey jerks– er, excuse me jocks and even Coach Sue, I’m just getting…” he sighed and slumped into an empty desk. “I’m getting tired of it all. I just want a place where at least I feel I’m going to be listened to if I speak up about an issue. Here since Coach Sue has the majority of the power due to the Cheerios and their boosters, I’ll just be digging myself a bigger grave and everyone knows it.”
Glancing at the other, the brunet ran his hands through his hair and ruffled it up a bit. “I haven’t even told Madison I’m thinking about transferring. She’ll flip.” It just felt so suffocating around McKinley sometimes.
Blaine heard the mumbles from some students about Mason. None of the ones who didn’t understand seemed to want to make many strides to try to. Not all. But most. Most in the way that it borderlines on all but what else can anyone expect from McKinley? Where just as you think you make leaps and bounds on being accepted? Someone armed with a slushie and a bevvy of words that are sure to make you want to crawl into a hole and never come out comes along to take that progress and shove it down your throat with the bitter pill of intolerance.
He just wasn’t sure if this school was ready to be like Dalton.
And it was a horrible thought but he was fairly certain that the student body as a whole–not his friends and a few more enlightened others or outcasts of different degrees–were up to the challenge. He’d love to say they were making a difference. Maybe they were. But it’d be a long, long time in the making. Then there were kids like Mason. Who were put through hell and still could unblinkingly say that they had pride for the very place that hurt them over and over. Those were the people that’d change this school. Someday.
Moments like this made Blaine ache for Dalton. He didn’t ‘regret’ his–now two time–choice and he wouldn’t stay it out loud if he did. The New Directions would probably go back to being suspicious that he was ready to leave at the drop of a hat. Mason though? Mason deserved truth, safety and nothing but the love and happiness he projected to anyone within a five foot radius. How anyone could hurt him just dug under Blaine’s nails to the point–it really pissed him off. Taking him by the hand–Blaine stepped closer.
“Listen, Mason. Your sister loves you and she’s going to want you to be safe and happy. I know what it’s like to suffocate in an open hallway and no one is taking the time to help you. And the only place I never felt that way was Dalton.” God, he wished he had something better than transferring to give Mason. But boiled down? Dalton was the best place for him to be. “I mean. Dalton isn’t perfect. It has it’s issues but as far as feeling safe there? And heard? McKinley can’t compare. It’s going to be a long time before it could even try..” Blaine pursed his lips, feeling guilty for saying things so bluntly but..Mason asked and this was how he felt.
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“Why would I do that? You are beautiful, Rachel. You’re like one of the most beautiful women I’ve ever seen,” Blaine gave her calf a squeeze and nudged it with his wrist after trying to rustle her around and get a smile. “And you’re talented and sweet and utterly amazing. See? You should never doubt yourself. I mean there’s always another movie to watch but I’m honestly trying to make you see you how I see you. Then you’d realize just how fantastic you are.”
Skylar nodded as Blaine replied, biting his lip as he took a seat in the indicated chair. He set his bag to the side as he settled himself into a more comfortable position. Something told the leader that now wasn’t the best time, that maybe his coach had more important thing to attend to. But he also knew that he already came this far, there was no point in backing out. As he brought his gaze back to his mentor, Skylar took a breath before diving into his previously written speech.
“I’m sure you’ve noticed, but the Warblers have been a little..disconnected. Ever since Jane transferred teams, they have been upset. Which is understandable, however I need your help trying to get the team back up to par. We have so much potential, I would hate for this one incident to ruin it.”
Sighing quietly after Skylar voiced his concerns and only confirmed that they were on the same page–Blaine sat back in his chair and rested laced together fingers on top of his stomach. His thumbs jutted up in time with his eyebrows–an idea came to mind. “I have noticed. And the Warblers mean far too much to me to let this keep festering. You’re right. It’ll wreck us from the inside out if we ignore what’s going on and this team has been through too much to fall again. I think we need a challenge to focus on again.”
The Warblers thrive on the energy of performing above anything else. Why not give it to them? “What about a mid-season showcase? Assign everyone to pick their own song and perform it in front of the school? Or we could pair off. A group performance at the end could really be the kicker. We need something to work towards. Get our focus back on what means the most to us. Each other and the music and what we do best. What are your thoughts on what they need? Do you think this will help?”
( mssg » blaine | sent ) I hope you’re so ready for the couch too. ( mssg » blaine | sent ) I will get you banned at the Hallmark store, mark my words. ( mssg » blaine | sent ) No see, you did do shots. I’m pretty sure Santana didn’t dump the shots in your mouth, so it’s not Santana’s fault 100% ( mssg » blaine | sent ) 1000% dead serious. If I were a magic 8 ball you would be getting an answer like ‘Try again when you’re not in the dog house’ 🙂
( mssg » kurt | sent ) WAit! I haev to sleep on the couchr!?! ( mssg » kurt | sent ) She dirnt but I the couch?@ Really? ( mssg » kurt | sent ) im in the dog house. GREat.
( mssg » kurt | sent ) can I shake the magic 8 ball one more time for a possiblyt different anwer? the first one was horrible.
[text //] Word of advice, avoid the neighbors downstairs. Not sure what their problem is, but they literally just stood there complaining to me for half an hour. [text //] Literally the first time I’ve ever talked to them. [text //] ALL I SAID WAS HI. [text //] Thought you should know. [text //] Anyways, hello, have I told you how much I adore you today? No? Okay well let me tell you, Its more than infinity and way past beyond.
( mssg » dave | sent ) Complaining to you about what? I mean. Do they have any valid points? That’s a long time to ramble on about being miserable. Wow. ( mssg » dave | sent ) Sorry you had to sit through that. ( mssg » dave | sent ) Thank you for the warning. I’ll be sure to avoid them! ( mssg » dave | sent ) Have I told you how sweet you are? More than infinity and way past beyond. I’m going to need a teeth cleaning before I get cavities. That’s how sweet. ( mssg » dave | sent ) How are you? What are you doing?
Isaac shook his head. “Well, you clearly haven’t met yourself, then.” His face was that shade of pink that made it clear he was enamoured with the other boy. “I mean, look at you, with your impeccable fashion sense and the passion you have for the things you love.” He chewed on his bottom lip as he just took a moment to take in Blaine. “Y’know, I was kinda surprised you wanted to go out with me, to be honest.” He never did quite see himself as a favourable suitor.
Isaac was so incredibly sweet. Listening to him and seeing the way he blushed just as badly as Blaine knew he must have–judging the fact that his ears were still hot–was enough to make golden hazel eyes soften into nothing less than total adoration. “Thank you. I guess when you love something? Passion needs to go hand in hand with it. Or what’s the point?” A scoff–playful and topped off with a grin–rattled Blaine’s shoulders and the heat was back over the bridge of his nose again. “You’re crazy. Why wouldn’t I want to go out with you? Isaac? I think anyone would be lucky to share your company that and weirdly enough–you let that person be me. Can I pick you up a little early? I have an idea.”
Kurt looks at him somewhat curiously, fond all the same. There’s little things Blaine does, things like holding his hand and tracing over his knuckles, that make Kurt wonder what he’s supposed to think. Butterflies flutter in his stomach already and twist around when he thinks on how he’s never seen Blaine do this with his other friends. “Yeah,” He nods. “Sounds good.” He rises to his feet, trying not to pay too much attention to the hand still in his. It’s a sweet thing to have a friend like this, and to have a crush, but when they’re both the same person it’s a little complicated, isn’t it?
Kurt’s hand in his had a way of making Blaine’s day brighter. Whatever this feeling meant? From day one until now? It only seemed to mean more. How much more–Blaine wasn’t sure. One thing was certain. Kurt wass special. Not only in the hand holding department but–special. The rest could be figured out later. First? Hot chocolate and movies. “Have you had the chance to wander into the theater? Wanna sneak in,” he asked grinning after with that sly–twinkly eyed eyebrow lift. “Best way to see it is when no one else is there. I promise. It’ll be fun?” Would Kurt agree? He hoped so. Blaine wanted to show him all of the hidden spots inside Dalton. Hopefully–he’d soon love it here as much as Blaine did soon. Kurt feeling at home was so important. He deserved that more than anyone.
“Remind me why I let them talk us into this? There’s like zero chance I want to even think about what it’s going to be like the further in we go.” How’d he let them get put in this situation? Yes. It was supposed to be ‘all in good fun’. Fun?! Whoever had the idea that this was fun? Was a really messed up individual. “We could just tell them we did it?” Though Blaine’s aptitude for lying convincingly would probably need a hell of a lot of work if they were going to pull that off. The repercussions if they didn’t weren’t seeming so bad as he watched a spider the size of a kitten crawl up the wall. A gloved hand rose to trace the backs of his knuckles across the tip of his nose as he sniffed the stale air. “I hate my friends.”
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