Blaine heard the door open, "Blaine your mother was calling you," Blaine's father peaked into the room.

"I know. I just need a minute to myself." Blaine lifted his head slightly his voice giving a upsetting sad edge that he didn’t even like to hear.

"What's wrong with you? Is a gay thing?" he asked in a demeaning tone.

"Yes," Blaine mumbled, he pondered the idea of talking to his father about 'his gay thing'. Blaine's father gave excellent advice for, football, college, job interviews. But as soon as Blaine mentioned anything gay he would just shut down.

Blaine father shook his head before walking back out the door. "Good luck with that." The door shut.

Blaine was lying in bed and began to ponder his old life. School in Columbus was completely different then in Lima, nerds were cool, more they the majority. But Blaine saw the trophies cases when he came to register none of them were for the Speech and Debate team, or the chess team. Bowling wasn’t even a sport at McKinley so Blaine signed up for football. Cooper taught him plenty and he was always athletic being in karate and boxing since he was 6 so he knew it would be easy. Blaine understood just how different things were when he saw the kid in the will chair get pushed down the flight of chairs by Puck. Since then, he was all about football and academics. Santana became his best friend when he came out. He wasn’t bullied seeing that he was the only one who could score on the team.

Blaine changed himself just to keep that role of the cool guy. He was always popular and just the thought of being shoved into lockers every day made him cringe. He never partook in the bullying, but he never stopped it either.
He liked Kurt since they met, he and Puck were walking down the hall and Puck rammed into Kurt causing him to bounce off the lockers and hit the floor.

"Whoa,” Blaine had said helping Kurt up. “What happened to damage control?" he shot a confused look to Puck

"Anderson, you never help the dweeb up. Just glace back make sure he's not bleeding. God you have so much to learn." Puck pulled Blaine along but ever since that day he always steered the squad towards another geek. Not always being successful Blaine tried his best.

Blaine's mother came to the door disrupting Blaine's thoughts. "Honey,” she crept into the door and sighed at Blaine’s lack of vigor, “talk to me. Your father told me you were upset." The bed shifted under Alison's sudden weight.

"I don't want to talk about it mom." Blaine said muffled by the pillow.

"You’ve changed a lot since we moved to Lima." she began. "I'm glad you play football and boy is your father ecstatic about the award in the den. But we both miss speech and debate co-captain. And the chess club parties."

Blaine sat up. "What are you getting at, mom?"

"You never play your guitar anymore,” she continued only now she was looking at his closest with the clothes he no longer wore and the guitar that had a visible line dust that settled. “We have to force you to play the piano for guest.” She looked at him. “It’s all football these days. I guess I just want to know why you can't do both?"

"Both?" Blaine shook his head, "it’s not the same mom. I'll get a slushie to the face if my football friends even knew I sung. I can't even talk to a guy I like because he and I are in a different social class."

"I didn't realize high school was India," Alison mumbled but was drowned out by Blaine's rant.

"I just want to be happy for my senior year and Kurt makes me happy. Singing makes me happy but, honestly being popular makes me happier. It seems shallow but having lots of friends and being respected as I walk the halls is just invigorating."

Allison took his hand and gave that motherly advice that changed Blaine’s whole mentality, "Blaine if these people really are your friends they will like you for you."

Alison ran her hand through his hair. Then stood up, knowing she lit the fuse that will lead him in the right direction to pick who he really was.

"Thanks mom." Blaine simply said as she walked out the door.