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The smell of a freshly waxed floor hit Blaine’s nose as he walked through the large wooden doors into Dalton Academy. His hair was a curly mop on top of his beautiful head. Every single dark curl was flying out at a different angle.  His jaw was strong and stubble was already digging out of his skin.

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A bell rang and awoke him from his daze; Blaine often daydreams of when he first started Dalton, how he was so scruffy in appearance and how he lacked in confidence. It’s different now, his hair is gelled down a bit too much and his face is clean shaven and well moisturised. His deep honey eyes sparkle with confidence and kindness. He's grateful for all his friends and what they had done for him, they taught him how he could be anyone he wanted to be. It's a lot different from his old school.

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Blaine quickly slipped out of class as fast and as quietly as he could. Fear slowly filling his heart. Being the only out boy in that school,  Blaine had to try his hardest not to draw any attention to himself. He did this by wearing ugly t-shirts and jeans two sizes too big. He cringed every time he put them on. He stepped out into the hallway determined to get to his next class unnoticed. A flicker of blue caught his eye, too late; a shot of pain flew up his back as he was shoved against a locker, “fag,” the towering jock spat. Blaine looked down at the scuff marked floor; his thoughts went straight to his friend who was beaten so badly he got put in hospital. He moved away as soon as he got out in fear of anything worse. Blaine and he were best friends they helped each other through difficult times but because he left, Blaine had no one.

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Blaine smiled as he walked into the clean hallways of Dalton. People wave so he waves back politely. He’s in a hurry to get to the warblers meeting; they're the schools glee club. Blaine started to run after he checked the time on his pocket watch, he’s late. As soon as he stepped into the warblers hall, the smile on his face grew two times larger. He runs in and throws his paper in the air and sang “oh yeah.” The warblers started to back him up as they sang Maroon Five’s ‘Misery’. Singing and preforming are Blaine’s passions. The warblers run Dalton Academy, which again is a lot different from his old school.

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As soon as the asshole jock marched away with his head and shoulders high, glaring at the people lower than him, Blaine looked at the teacher across the hall. She was looking at Blaine with a pitiful look on her usually stern face. That really pushed Blaine over the edge. The teachers knew exactly what was happening to him but never did anything about it. The hole in his stomach filled with a burning rage. He stormed out of the hallway and leapt into his car. Starting the engine, he screamed and broke down. Hot, salty tears fled from his syrup coloured eyes, his long dark eyelashes soaked in water. He finally managed to pull out of the hell of a school and drive home. If he was lucky his father wouldn’t be home, the last thing he needed was a shouting match with the man. He pulled into the large driveway and stepped out of the car. Shaking with anger he fumbled with the keys and finally shoved the key into the lock. He ran inside and sprinted up the stairs into his big cream coloured room. He chucked his school bag on to his bed and dashed into the bathroom. He shuffled through the drawers desperately. He finally found the scissors and started chopping at his curls. A blanket of dark hair covered his bathroom.  Blaine reached for his gel and combed generous amounts into his new haircut. He created a clean side part in and combed over to get just the right height. He turned the tap on and reached for the shaving cream sloppily putting it on his face. He groped for the razor and shaved hastily.  Splashing his face with water he looked up into the mirror and smiled. He hadn’t felt more comfortable in his own skin before until that moment. He strode into his bedroom and went straight for his wardrobe. Flicking through all his old t-shirts he finally found a green and white short sleeved tartan shirt and some grey capri pants. He then went to his drawers and dug out a green bowtie and matching suspenders. He smiled to himself as he slid the soft clothes on. As he tied his bowtie he looked in the mirror and sighed. He felt comfortable like this and at that moment Blaine didn’t really care if he went back to school like that. If people weren’t happy with the way he was well they could quite easily ignore him and carry on with their own lives. Blaine walked back to the car and started to drive back to the school.