May 15, 2013, 1:29 p.m.
New York and baby: Chapter 21
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When the boys started school it made it easier for Kurt and Blaine to work. It was the Christmas season so Kurt was working extra hours to finish up everything before they closed and he headed to Ohio for the holidays with the six year old twins and sixteen year old Sophia. That was when he got a phone call from Blaine saying Dalton's teacher wanted to speak to them. They had organised a meeting for that afternoon and Kurt had raced home leaving the boys with Sophia, picking up Blaine and running back to the school.
"You wanted to speak to us." Kurt broke the awkward silence.
"Yes," The woman took out a purple scarf that Kurt recognised and put it on the desk. "Dalton came to school wearing this today."
"A scarf that is in the school dress code," Blaine responded. "Is that why we are here?"
"This is a scarf for girls." The woman looked at them.
"I work in fashion and I can assure you it is a unisex scarf." Kurt responded, not believing this conversation.
"I don't understand what your new wave of parenting has influenced your son into believing," The woman responded. "But I don't want the rest of my class being influenced."
"It's a scarf." Blaine was looking at her and then at Kurt.
"Dalton is no longer allowed to wear this in my classroom," The woman held up the scarf and then put it back on the table. "I think you are teaching him the wrong lessons at home."
"This conversation is over," Kurt picked up the scarf and grabbed his bag. "Our children are allowed to wear scarves in the school dress code in the middle of winter."
The entire car ride back to their house was dead silent; Blaine wanted to leave Kurt time to vent. They got into the house and Dalton was quietly reading at the kitchen table. Kurt went and sat next to the boy putting the scarf in front of him.
"You spoke to my teacher?" Dalton fixed his glasses to face. "I know she said I wasn't allowed to wear the scarf."
"If you want to wear this to school honey you can." Kurt reassured the boy who went back to his reading.
The next day Dalton came out ready for school, sitting next to Alex who looked the boy who was wearing a similar outfit to what he was, up and down. Dalton usually wore more fashion forward clothes that he and Kurt would pick out together.
"What happened?" Alex raised an eyebrow at his brother.
"This is what I wear." Dalton said quietly.
"No it isn't." Six year old Alex rebutted.
"Yeah honey, why aren't you wearing what you usually do?" Blaine asked.
The boy didn't say anything and shrugged off all the questions he was being asked. Blaine didn't even have to look at Kurt to know the slightly older man was raging at the fact that his six year old already felt like he couldn't be himself.
Christmas came two weeks later and Kurt and Blaine had taken the kids to Ohio. They were sitting in the Hummel watching all the kids. Alex and Christopher were watching the football game while Dalton and Fanny were sitting and talking in the corner of the room. Sophia had disappeared with Carole to go and finish the grocery shopping for Christmas.
"What's up with Dalton?" Burt asked as he looked at the boy who had completely changed his fashion sense and seemed much quieter that he usually was.
"That damn teacher of his," Blaine responded. "We don't know what she said to him."
"Have you spoken to the principal?" Rachel asked. "That woman seems like a bitch. I know Fanny doesn't like her either."
"I did," Kurt responded. "And they said the only think they can do is change him to Alex's class but he doesn't want to leave Fanny."
"Did the teacher speak to you?" Burt asked.
"Yes," Kurt responded. "And she told us that he wasn't allowed to wear a scarf to school because it is influencing other students."
"They used to talk to me and your mum all the time," Burt offered. "Most of the time we just shrugged it off. I'm sure Dalton will be okay."
"I know he will," Kurt responded. "I just don't want him losing himself."
"He reminds me so much of you Kurt," Burt put his hand on the man's shoulder. "He's a tough kid."