The weeks after the incident at the restaurant flew by. Kurt had a renewed determination to fight Jordan and his new legislations and Blaine was more than happy to help.

Both boys were pleasantly surprised to find that they weren't the only ones looking to put a stop to the outrageous new laws. All across the country people were heading up letter writing campaigns and putting together petitions and protests. Soon every night was taken up with going to meetings or writing another set of letters to various political bigwigs.
Weeks passed, and while Blaine loved helping, out he was getting a bit discouraged. It seemed like all their hard work was for naught. No one seemed to notice their campaign to fight Jordan's new political reign.

"Sir?" Blaine asked one night while Kurt typed up yet another letter of protest.

"Hmm?" Kurt hummed, not looking away from his screen.

"Do you think people really read our letters?" Blaine questioned.

Kurt turned around to face his sub. "What do you mean Blaine?"
Blaine looked down at his hands; "I...I just. I mean we have written so many letters and so have so many other people. And we have sent out all those petitions and have gone to all the protests but it just seems nothing is happening."

"Blaine, things like this take time. Jordan's not going to back down after one letter." Kurt reminded.

"I know." Blaine shrugged. "I just feel like we are shouting at a brick wall. I mean even the news has shied away from covering our protests!"
Kurt slid off his chair and walked over to Blaine. "Baby, I know you are frustrated with all this."
Blaine nodded as Kurt cupped his cheek. "But I promise we are doing some good. And there is no way these laws are going to stand."
Blaine gave Kurt a weary smile. He wanted to believe his Dom, but for some reason he couldn't.

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A week later Blaine sat in front of the TV. He was only half paying attention as he flipped through one of the books his students were reading over the summer. As he highlighted one of the key passages of the book the TV let out a shrill tone.

We interrupt your programming for this special new bulletin.

Blaine set down the book and hit the remote turning up the volume.

As President Jordan prepares to officially take office and put his new legislations into effect he is being met with resistance from various grassroots campaigns fighting his plans for new laws. The most controversial of these laws included submissives being unable to speak in public unless given Dominate permission as well as submissives only being able to work in the so-called "Bottom Arts", these are yet to be specified by Jordan's camp. Upon learning of the resistance the ruling heads of government have planned to review each of Jordan's new laws before they are made official. Jordan is still set to take office as of October but the inaguration may be pushed back. More information tonight at 10.

The TV sounded with the news tone again before flashing back to the talk show it had interrupted.

Blaine sat frozen on the couch. He couldn't believe it. The work he and Kurt and thousands of others had done was finally being noticed. People were starting to see that Jordan's plans were and they were starting to fight against them. His heart was beating fast in his chest with excitement. Blaine reached into his pocket with shaking fingers to pull out his phone as he unlocked it he saw that Kurt was already calling.

"Kurt! It worked! Our letters worked. Well not just our letters, but everything. They worked!" Blaine answered in a rush.

Kurt's light laugh tinkled through the speaker. "I know baby, the news alert came to my phone."

"I just, I didn't think anything would happen but they are taking notice." Blaine spoke.

"I told you we would be heard." Kurt replied.

"I know, I'm sorry I doubted you Sir." Blaine apologized.

Kurt shushed him. "Baby you have nothing to apologize for. Things are going to get better, Jordan is going to be stopped, and everything will be ok."

"They are aren't they." Blaine smiled, his heart light with the hope of change.

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Blaine quickly grabbed his bag and double checked it's contents. Today was the first day of school, for him at least. The students still had a few more days of break but the teachers went a few days early to prepare. Blaine was glad to get back to school. After the news of Jordan's camp rethinking their new legislations Blaine's life had become a whirlwind of even more letter writing and campaigning. He and Kurt had even made a trip to Washington D.C to attend a rally. Blaine liked seeing people rally against the threat of oppressive government but he was glad for the reprieve school would bring.
As Blaine walked into the familiar halls of the school he saw Sam working on a brightly colored bulletin board.
"Sam!" Blaine smiled, as he bounded up to Sam and wrapped him in a hug.
"Hey." Sam greeted but his voice didn't hold the same joy Blaine was used to.
Blaine pulled back from the hug, Sam's face was drawn tight and there was a worry in his eyes.
Blaine looked at him with soft eyes before speaking; "Everything ok?"
Sam shook his head; "No."
"Do you want to tell me about it?" Blaine asked shifting the weight of his bag.
Sam shrugged his shoulders.
"Come on let's go to my room." Blaine offered leading Sam down the hall to his old classroom. Blaine pushed open the door and offered Sam a seat at one of the desks. Blaine sat down next to him.
"What's up?" Blaine coaxed.
Sam twisted in his seat to face Blaine. "I don't know what to choose." He blurted, his voice threaded with tears.
Blaine knitted his eyebrows together in confusion. "What do you mean, what do you have to choose?"
Sam gave him an incredulous look; "I have to choose an orientation."
Blaine sat back against the desk in shock. "What? What do you mean? You have an orientation you're a switch."
Sam shook his head; "Haven't you been listening to the news? President Jordan is outlawing switch status."
Blaine's mouth dropped open. "Sam...I'm sorry I didn't know" Blaine said putting his hand on Sam's shoulder.
Sam shrugged off Blaine's comfort. "It's fine, most people who aren't switches don't know about it. I have to choose by the end of the month."
Blaine was at a loss; he looked at Sam. The blonde was slouched in the chair and his face was twisted into a pained frown. Blaine started to offer comfort when a knock interrupted them.
Blaine looked up to see the school's principal standing in the doorway.
"Mr. Holloway?" Blaine questioned as he stood.
"Mr. Anderson, Mr. Evans. I'm sorry to interrupt but Blaine will you come to my office please?" Mr. Holloway asked.
Blaine bit his lip. He didn't want to leave Sam alone. "Is it important?" Blaine asked.
The principal pursed his lips. "Yes, I am afraid so. Please follow me."
Blaine felt his body tighten at the off handed order was directed towards him. Normally orders were avoided and replaced with requests in professional settings but the tone of the principals voice made Blaine follow without even thinking.
Mr. Holloway said nothing as they walked towards the main office. Blaine looked back once to see Sam giving him a bewildered look. Blaine just shook his head in response. He had no idea what was going on.
When they entered the main office Blaine felt a chill run through him. Something wasn't right. Blaine turned the corner into a small conference room. Mr. Holloway sat at the head of the table and motioned for Blaine to take a seat.
"Blaine, are you aware of the new legislation put out by President Jordan regarding the new ruling of Bottom Arts?" He asked as Blaine sat down.
Blaine nodded. "I am, sir."
"Bottom Arts refer to the jobs that Submissives may hold after October 15." Mr. Holloway answered.
Blaine nodded. "I understand, but I thought that legislation was being debated by the government."
"It is, but as of right now it will still go into effect in October. It may be repealed at a later date but for now it stands." Mr. Holloway stated.
"So, what are you saying?" Blaine asked sitting up in his chair.
Mr. Holloway cleared his throat; "Blaine as a government funded entity we don't want to take any chances at breaking the law. And while you are one of our most prized teachers we have to let you go."
Blaine shook his head in confusion. "It's only August! I can work till October. And the bill might be repealed by then!"
"Blaine, it wouldn't be fair to the students to have you leave part way through the semester. And we have already found a Dominate replacement." The principal placated.
Blaine's mind was reeling. He couldn't believe this was happening. The bill was supposed to be repealed. This wasn't supposed to happen.
"So I'm fired." Blaine whispered his body beginning to shake.
"I promise if anything changes we will call you immediately but for now I don't want to take any chances."
Blaine didn't know what to do. He stood up and said a quick thank you to the Principal.
Mr. Holloway called after him as Blaine walked out of the office but Blaine didn't turn back. He quickly made his way to his classroom. Sam was in there waiting.
"What was that all about?" He asked as Blaine entered.
Blaine shook his head as he began to quickly gather his things.
"Blaine, what happened. Is everything ok?" Sam wondered as he tried to catch Blaine's attention.
"I...I just need to go home." Blaine said as he hastily grabbed his satchel.
"Blaine, talk to me what happened." Sam pleaded. As Blaine started to walk out the door.
Blaine just shook his head as he continued to walk down the hallway.
Sam stood still for a moment before rushing to block Blaine's path.
"Blaine, stop! What is wrong?" Sam shouted as he put his hands onto Blaine's slumped shoulders.
Blaine shivered violently at the touch. "Don't touch me." He whispered through clenched teeth.
"What?" Sam questioned stepping closer to Blaine.
"Don't touch me!" Blaine yelled as he wrenched out of Sam's grip and began to run towards the front doors of the school.
"Blaine! Stop!" Sam shouted as he followed the sub down the hall and out the door. Sam yelped and jumped back inside as heavy rain splattered against his face. He squinted past the driving rain to see Blaine's silhouette racing down the street. He cupped his hands over his face; "Blaine!"
Blaine heard Sam calling after him but kept running, running away from him, from the school. He needed to get home. He just needed to get home.