Blaine Anderson: Have you heard of
Dalton Academy for Boys?

Eddie Andrews: Vaguely.
Lemme Google it real quick.

Blaine Anderson: I was a student there
before I transferred to McKinley.

Eddie Andrews: Wow, really?

Eddie Andrews: Impressive.

Blaine Anderson: Yeah.

Blaine Anderson: Dalton Academy truly
is a safe haven. I came out in my freshman year
after I found out that there were a lot of out
students and no one batted an eyelash.

Blaine Anderson: And it was wonderful.

Blaine Anderson: I miss it. Every damn day.
I miss being myself I guess.
I know that now.

Blaine Anderson: But the thing with a safe haven
is that it can turn into a safe bubble. Being gay
at Dalton was fine.

Blaine Anderson: Being gay at home? Not.

And with that sentence, Kurt heart breaks. He has a bad feeling about this story.

Eddie Andrews: Hoyl shit.

Blaine Anderson: Everyone at school knew
that I was closeted at home. I certainly
wasn’t the only one who saw Dalton as a
place to be myself, away from home.

Blaine Anderson: But my parents found out.

Blaine Anderson: They were livid.

Blaine Anderson: They did not hurt me physically,
but mentally? I don’t think I ever recovered.
But basically they disowned me.

Eddie Andrews: blaine… holy shit.

Blaine Anderson: Luckily, my grandma
in turn disowned my dad and I moved in
with her, here in Lima.
But she couldn’t afford to send me to
Dalton Academy, so I was forced to leave.

Blaine Anderson: My brother wanted to
pay for it, but my parents also cut him off
when they realised that he’s on my side.
He’s now also struggling to pay his rent,
working three shitty jobs that he hates,
all because he loves me and I’m gay.

Blaine Anderson: So my grandma enrolled me
at McKinley and I hate everything about it.
I lost the place I saw as home and my
punishment is being at a place like McKinley.

Blaine Anderson: My grandma’s retirement
funds pays for my education, but it’s not much.
This is partially why I want that scholarship.
I work on the weekends, but it’s not enough.

The scholarship. That’s what started it all. Kurt feels like he’s going to puke.

Blaine Anderson: And my grandma’s done
so much already. I can never ask her to go
back to work for me or something.
She’s eighty-three.

Blaine Anderson: She should worry about
the increasing cacao prices, not
about my education. She should
spend her well-earned money on
new chocolate bar moulds, not
on my dreams of going to NYADA.
This is a wry way of looking at things,
but it is the truth.

Eddie Andrews: Blaine, I don’t know
what to say. Oh my God.

Blaine Anderson: When I arrived at McKinley
I decided to change things up. My gayness
only bit me back in the ass, and not in the way
I wanted, so it became clear that it had to go.

Blaine Anderson: I wasn’t going back into the closet.
My parents weren’t going to win!

Blaine Anderson: But the fact that I started hating
the part of my identity that made me happy, and
that I took it out on another person… maybe my
parents did win after all.

Blaine Anderson: And I never wanted to realise that.
I wanted to believe that this was something I
wanted to do for myself. That this was good,
and that people like Kurt were idiots for
still trying to be “gay” gay.

Blaine Anderson: But Kurt said something to me,
after he saw me watching.

Blaine Anderson: I was so wrong.

Blaine Anderson: My parents won after all.

Blaine Anderson: And I let it happen.

Kurt has no idea how long he’s just sitting here, staring at his screen in shock. It must’ve been long, since Blaine sends:

Blaine Anderson: Please say something.

Blaine Anderson: Please don’t hate me.

Blaine Anderson: Please.

Blaine Anderson: Oh my God please don’t hate
me you’re basically one of my best friends.
And the only friend I can talk to.
I never told my Dalton friends why I left.

Blaine Anderson: Eddie please.

Eddie Andrews: Blaine, I don’t hate you.

Blaine Anderson: Oh my God.

Blaine Anderson: Sorry I just panicked.

Blaine Anderson: Today was a lot.

Eddie Andrews: I don’t hate you.
How could I hate you for this?

Eddie Andrews: What you did sounds shit,
but it’s not your fault.
It’s your parents’ fault
for hurting you when they
should’ve been the ones to
love and protect you.

Eddie Andrews: I’m actually proud of you.
This must be hard to realise.

Eddie Andrews: I don’t hate you, okay?
But this is a lot and I feel like I
need to calm down before I can
talk to you properly.

Eddie Andrews: And you deserve that.
Can you give me a few hours?

Blaine Anderson: Thank you.

Blaine Anderson: Yes, I’ll be here.

Blaine Anderson: Thank you again.