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He was always the one who held the doors open for a woman or a girl, he was the one who helped their servants around the house when he had nothing to do, he was the one who went to help in a soup kitchen during every Christmas, he was the one who helped in an animal shelter on weekends.

Chapter 3

“I can’t do this,” Wes growled. “I will need to try to bribe Mr. Newlin. Do you think he would accept an offer?”

“Why don’t you get your faggy ass out of here?”

“I go to this school just like you. I have a right to be here.”

“That’s what you think, fag.”

“Blaine?” Wes snapped his fingers in front of Blaine’s face.

Blaine rubbed his heavy eyes. “What? Sorry, I’m already half asleep.”

Wes rolled his eyes. “I was asking if you think it’s safe to try to bribe Mr. Newlin. I don’t know what to expect from him.”

“I don’t know, man. I haven’t heard of anyone who tried so I don’t know. Maybe you should just do the homework,” Blaine answered trying not to sound too annoyed.

“But it’s boring,” David moaned hitting his head on a table lightly. “Can’t you do it for us? Or give us to copy after you finish? You are like a fucking genius.”

“That way you won’t learn anything. And don’t even try to flatter me – that won’t work. But if you want I can explain you what you don’t understand,” he said trying to concentrate on his own homework.

“I think you haven’t had a swirly for too long.”

“Get lost.”

“Or what? Come one, guys, we need to accompany this fairy – he has an important date with a toilet.”

“Blaine? Can you explain me this?” Wes asked pointing a question.

“If you love our school so much why don’t you stay a night here?”

“Let me go!”

“I don’t think so. Give me the tape.”

“I wonder if the janitor is going to hear you.”

“Even if he does, it will take forever. I think he is half deaf.”

“Close the doors.”

“Let’s go.”

“Blaine!”

“Oh, sorry. What is it?”

“How do you solve this?” Wes asked showing which question he was asking about.

Blaine looked at him in disbelief. “Seriously? It’s easy. I know you know this stuff.”

“I don’t remember. Come on, explain,” he insisted and Blaine had no other choice but to explain the same thing their teacher taught that week.

“Look, high school is where you learn to survive and become tough. Running to your dad won’t help you. Of course, I can go to the principal and see what I can do but do you think it will get better when they find out that you complained to your dad?”

“I know. It’s just so hard…”

“I know. But it won’t last forever. And once it’s over you will be proud of yourself for being so strong. Because I am.”

“I’m just so tired of being strong.”

“Only three more years. Then it’s going to be over.”

“Now this one. Do you multiple first?” David asked. Blaine didn’t answer so his friend just looked at his notes and started copying.

“You just don’t get it… You don’t belong here.”

“We are doing you a favour. The sooner you learn the lesson the better it will be for you.”

“Please… stop…”

“Don’t you dare speak to us, you dirty piece of shit.”

“Stop…”

“You need to know your place.”

“God, no…”

“God? Oh please, you know you will go straight to hell. God hates cock sluts like you.”

“Now shut the fuck up or it will get worse.”

“I think you should go to bed, Blaine. Otherwise you will fall asleep on the table,” Wes noted shaking boy’s shoulder.

“Yeah, I should. Goodnight,” he nodded and left without even taking his stuff. The other boys exchanged worried looks.

“…four broken ribs…”

“…concussion…”

“…punctured lung…”

“…a lot of bruises…”

“…internal bleeding…”

“…open wounds…”

“…surgeries…”

“…see a therapist…”

“…take a while…”

“…damage…”

“Hey, Anderson,” someone greeted him in a corridor.

“Go away.”

“Tell us who they were. Please, we need to know so that police can deal with them.”

“I don’t know. It was dark, I didn’t see their faces and they didn’t say anything so I won’t recognise their voices. I’m sorry, mom…”

His phone beeped and he found a text from Wes.

Wes: You left your stuff. I will bring it to you later.

“I can’t go back…”

“You are not going back. It’s the end of the year; I will take care of everything. You won’t need to go to school to finish this year. And next year you are transferring to a private school. I already chose a good one. It’s a bit far away so you will have to dorm there but it should be fine.”

“I want to be home schooled.”

“Blaine…”

“What if it happens again? Just because it’s a private school it doesn’t mean that people are any better there. It can be full of homophobes. What if end up living with one?”

“Dalton has a zero-tolerance bullying policy. And I will make sure you have a room for yourself. You will be safe. I promise, we will make sure you will.”

“How?”

“You will be taking up boxing. You should have done that long ago. You need to learn how to defend yourself.”

“I don’t want to fight…”

“You won’t need that. We will go buy you some cool clothes, you will learn how to do your hair differently to make sure people don’t notice that you are–”

“Fag…”

“Don’t you ever use that word! You are gay, not a fag. And yes, we will make you look less gay. You won’t recognise yourself. We will make people afraid of you.”

“I don’t want that. I want a peaceful life, I want friends…”

“And I want you to be safe.”

“I love you, dad…”

“I love you too…”

Blaine reached his room without any other disturbances. He didn’t even bother to take the clothes off and lay down on the bed. He knew he was an ass even though he never wanted to be. He was always the one who held the doors open for a woman or a girl, he was the one who helped their servants around the house when he had nothing to do, he was the one who went to help in a soup kitchen during every Christmas, he was the one who helped in an animal shelter on weekends.

It was then and now he was nothing like that. Of course he kept his manners but he tried his best not to show any of that at school or in public at all. It took a while for him to learn how to be a jerk. At first it hurt to act like that towards people but later he got used to that. But with Kurt it was different for a reason he didn’t understand.

Blaine: Sorry.

He sent the text knowing it won’t mean anything to the boy. But he had to let it out. Even though he regretted that the second the text was sent.

Kurt: For what?

Shit, he needed to do a damage control.

Blaine: Just sorry. Accept it or not.

Kurt: In that case, I won’t. Goodnight.

Blaine exhaled relieved. Now he will need to be twice as bad to make Kurt forgets that stupid text. He closed his watering eyes for a few seconds and stood up to get ready for bed.