By Friday, Blaine was almost ready to give up and beg his parents to let him transfer back to Dalton. The only thing that kept him going was glee club and, surprising, Sue Sylvester. When he’d first met the cheerleading coach, she hadn’t thought much of him, throwing out blatant digs at his hair, eyebrows, and height. After the school learned of Blaine’s sexuality, though, Sue kept her mouth shut and made a point to terrorize anyone who harassed him. He was appreciative, of course, but also disturbed. Sue hated the glee club, so why was she defending him? Blaine was shaken from the thought by Azimio slamming his locker door shut on his arm. He bit his tongue at the sudden pain, not making a sound. Azimio wanted a reaction, but Blaine wouldn’t give him the satisfaction.

“Adams, step away from the hobbit!”

Azimio and Blaine turned to see Coach Sylvester standing at the other end of the hallway. She looked furious and several kids scurried away to escape the mayhem that they knew was coming.

“The only reason you weren’t out of this school last year was because I never caught you,” Sue growled as she came over to them. “But that was unprovoked violence clearly seen by a faculty member and Figgins already feels guilty enough about what happened to Porcelain. You’ll be lucky to get out of this without a lawsuit.”

She grabbed Azimio’s shoulder and dragged him toward the principal’s office with surprising strength.

“You need to be there, too, Anderson.”

Blaine sighed, but trailed after them resignedly. He had really been hoping to stay under the radar this year. The principal’s office was never a good thing, even when he wasn’t the one in trouble, because it always led to his parents getting a phone call. So much for being able to relax during the weekend.