Music.

It was his passion since he was a little boy. He used to listen to any new songs that came out and learn the lyrics quickly. When he was seven he told his parents that he wanted to learn to play instruments. Soon he was playing the guitar, piano, cello, violin, drums, harmonica even the kazoo…

He knew that music was something he wanted to do as career.

But never got the chances other people had. He grew up in Westerville, and with not a lot to offer him, he knew he had to leave for bigger and better things.

He had moved to LA with a few friends and they shared a apartment, so they all split the rent. However soon his friends either moved away or moved in with boyfriends or girlfriend. Soon it was just Blaine and his best friend Zack, but after a few months the two couldn’t afford to stay in LA any more.

So here Blaine was, Westerville Ohio, in Dalton Academy, helping his fellow co-worker mark Italian papers. Who was currently rubbing her foot up his calf every once in a while.

Blaine couldn’t help but wonder why she wasn’t getting the fact that he was gay and not interested. Don’t get him wrong she was a very attractive women, she had jet black hair which was placed into a messy bun, shining green eyes and cheekbones a model would dream of.

“So Blaine, tell me about yourself. I mean, you’ve only been working here for about a month and I hardly know you” Teagan said with a smile.

But she continued to rub her foot up his calf.

“Well, there isn’t much to tell really. What do you want to know?” he asked.

“Tell me about you’re family” She said.

That was the one topic Blaine wanted to avoid. He had a great relationship with his mother, Rebecca Anderson was a women who still looked twenty six even though she was almost forty two. She had brown hair which fell naturally into ringlets and the same golden honey eye colour as Blaine. She adored him as if he was still that little seven year old. She would ring him all the time but Blaine didn’t care, he never got a chance to go visit her much.

However him and his father was a different story. His father was never a big fan of homosexuality. He remembers being nine and sitting with his father in the living room and a advert for support for the LGBT community came on. His father soon switched channels and told Blaine to never turn that channel on again if it showed such a ‘repulsing’ advert.

When he came out to his parents, of course his mom had said she would always be there for him, like she always had been. His father simply left the room and didn’t speak to Blaine for about a month.

It wasn’t until Blaine got his first boyfriend that it all started. He brought his home one day, trying to stay away from his father, but with no luck. All he did was ask questions and got angrier and angrier. Then Blaine doesn’t remember anything else, except a shouting match between him and his father and then being punched so hard he blacked out.

It was about a week after that that his mother decided to get a divorce from Blaine’s father. He soon left them and mother and son soon moved into a small apartment, but neither of them cared. They were safe.

He didn’t want Teagan to know the truth. He hadn’t really told anyone, except people who he trusted.

“My parents are divorced but they both wanted it” Blaine half lied.

“Oh, im sorry” She said, reaching to place a hand over his.

“No it happened a long time ago” Blaine reassured her, pulling his hand away gently.

She just nodded and smiled.

“What about a boyfriend?” she then asked.

Blaine raised a eyebrow at her in question.

“Sorry, its just you said that you play for the other team, so I just thought-”

“No, don’t worry I do but no I don’t have a boyfriend” Blaine told her.

“Why not? If you don’t mind me asking” Teagan asked.

“Just don’t have time, I mean between teaching and a bunch of other stuff I got going on in my life I don’t really have a lot of time” Blaine told her.

She just nodded.
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Kurt really didn’t think convincing his dad to let him go on the Italian trip that easy. He expected a big scene with shouts like:

‘You’re not going to the other side of the world’

Or.

‘Only two teachers are going! Maybe me and Carole could volunteer…’

But instead he simply smiled and signed the bottom of the page with his signature.

Kurt couldn’t wait for this trip. When he was little and first went on vacation with his family, they asked him where he would want to go. They showed him all the booklets of places to stay and ever used a atlas to show him where the country was.

Soon he choose Italy because it looked like a boot. But unfortunately they couldn’t afford it and then decided on France. This was when Kurt wanted to start speaking French, his mother could speak it perfectly and whenever they were lost or something, she would ask around. Kurt would watch in wonder as the second language just fell perfectly from his mothers mouth.

Once they got home from the vacation he asked his mother to teach him. Of course she agreed. He learnt nearly the whole language in four years, his mother would start a conversation and then sometimes randomly then continue it in French.

When his mom died of course he was worried his knowledge of the language would die too. But he didn’t want to let her down so continued.

But now he had a new teacher.

And hopefully he would see him as not just some stupid seventeen year old.