Blaine stared out of the window of the moving car, watching the raindrops race downward. This is exactly how he always pictures his first days of school, and this is how they always were: He and his father silently driving to unknown territory. Mr. Anderson did something different this time, though. He said in an undertone, "I have a good feeling about this place." Blaine didn't even glance over.
"How so?" He asked, not pretending to sound as if he cared.
He could see his father smile out of the corner of his eye as he said, "I dunno. This place just has a good...vibe I guess." Blaine scoffed.
"Please tell me you did not just use the word 'vibe'."
"Come on Blaine, lighten up! I don't know why you are always in a horrible mood these days. You get to start fresh! Meet new people, make new friends, maybe even meet a few new girls..."
Blaine sighed. Mr. Anderson couldn't and wouldn't believe that his son was gay, so he was always encouraging Blaine to ask out girls. Blaine decided to not talk about his sexuality at that moment, so instead he said, "I'm in a horrible mood because I get a 'fresh start' every fucking year! I have to start over every year and its horrible. I haven't had a close friend since sixth grade. You know why? Because that's when I realized I was gay..." Blaine hesitated, not sure if he should continue, but continued, "...and no one wants to be friends with the gay kid, dad. No one."
"Well, maybe you don't have to tell people."
Blaine hesitated, shocked. "Excuse me?"
The car pulled up to the school as Mr. Anderson said, "It might be easier if you're straight. You can make friends and get over this 'I'm gay' phase."
"Dad! Why don't you ever listen to a word I say?! This isn't a phase. This is who I am. I'm not ashamed of who I am, and if being gay is going to make this harder for me, then I guess this year is gonna be really hard. I'm not hiding who I am."
Blaine got out of the car, slammed the door, and walked to McKinley High.