alilfallofrain
Jan. 10, 2012, 5:18 p.m.
Facade
The real reason that Blaine transferred from Dalton Acadamy to McKinley High.
K - Words: 587 - Last Updated: Jan 10, 2012 880 0 0 1 Characters: Blaine Anderson, Tags: established relationship,
Author's Notes: I wrote this because I was annoyed at how Fox handled Blaine's transfer.
It wasn't a lie, not really. Well, no, okay, it was. Sort of. He did love Kurt, and it did suck to be away from him, but let's be honest, after school and weekends was plenty and it's not like they had many classes together anyway. Blaine didn't know why he couldn't share his real reasons for transferring, he should know by now that he didn't have to hold back. But, I mean, for fuck sake it was embarrassing.
If Blaine was being honest he had, once more, been inspired by his boyfriend. Kurt's presence in his life had already brought about so many amazing, positive things, but this one, this one was important. After how Kurt acted at prom, and, god, even just his bravery in coming back and facing the football team, Blaine could no longer justify hiding at Dalton.
If dating Kurt for an entire summer had taught Blaine anything it was that it was about damn time that he bucked up and took some of his own damn advice. He spouted on about courage and facing up to the demons, of standing your ground, of being who you are and fuck the consequences, and yet he remained hidden, locked off, afraid. Dalton was a security blanket, an excuse, and an easy-out all in one go. There Blaine didn't have to worry about not fitting in because he didn't have a girlfriend at school, none of them did. He didn't have to worry about wearing the wrong shirt, or the wrong pants, or something that was "too gay" because they all wore the same thing, right down to the socks. He didn't have to worry about standing out in the wrong way because he was the poster boy for the Warblers – that was all anyone saw, that was all anyone cared about. He was, of course, more than just a pretty face and a decent voice, but he was so afraid of retribution that he secured himself a passable place in this dream world and let himself be content. But more and more Blaine watched Kurt blossom back into this person who was indescribable and he realized that it was time to step it up.
If Kurt could step up and face the bully who'd threatened his life, if he could stand proud in front of a crowd who had mockingly crowned him Prom Queen, if he could bare to show his face at a school where slushie facials and a string of trials were a daily occurrence, if he could stand tall, and proud, and just be him, well, Blaine couldn't just sit back here, hidden.
As he walked the halls of Dalton on the first day of school it hit him just how fake everything was. The fa�ade that was presented by the school was one of perfection; polished floors, perfectly groomed students, attractive portraits and beautiful greenery lined the halls. Everything was perfect. And everything was fake. The floors were a very shiny, and very fake, polished wood, the students adhered to dress-code only long enough to keep themselves from trouble, even the portraits and plants were fake. With Kurt not there to provide the needed livelihood to the school everything was dull, lifeless, and meaningless.
And so he transferred.
But Kurt didn't need to know that for now, not just yet, for now all he needed to know was that Blaine wanted to spend time with him. Maybe he would tell him someday, when they're looking back on times past, revealing secrets long since irrelevant.
If Blaine was being honest he had, once more, been inspired by his boyfriend. Kurt's presence in his life had already brought about so many amazing, positive things, but this one, this one was important. After how Kurt acted at prom, and, god, even just his bravery in coming back and facing the football team, Blaine could no longer justify hiding at Dalton.
If dating Kurt for an entire summer had taught Blaine anything it was that it was about damn time that he bucked up and took some of his own damn advice. He spouted on about courage and facing up to the demons, of standing your ground, of being who you are and fuck the consequences, and yet he remained hidden, locked off, afraid. Dalton was a security blanket, an excuse, and an easy-out all in one go. There Blaine didn't have to worry about not fitting in because he didn't have a girlfriend at school, none of them did. He didn't have to worry about wearing the wrong shirt, or the wrong pants, or something that was "too gay" because they all wore the same thing, right down to the socks. He didn't have to worry about standing out in the wrong way because he was the poster boy for the Warblers – that was all anyone saw, that was all anyone cared about. He was, of course, more than just a pretty face and a decent voice, but he was so afraid of retribution that he secured himself a passable place in this dream world and let himself be content. But more and more Blaine watched Kurt blossom back into this person who was indescribable and he realized that it was time to step it up.
If Kurt could step up and face the bully who'd threatened his life, if he could stand proud in front of a crowd who had mockingly crowned him Prom Queen, if he could bare to show his face at a school where slushie facials and a string of trials were a daily occurrence, if he could stand tall, and proud, and just be him, well, Blaine couldn't just sit back here, hidden.
As he walked the halls of Dalton on the first day of school it hit him just how fake everything was. The fa�ade that was presented by the school was one of perfection; polished floors, perfectly groomed students, attractive portraits and beautiful greenery lined the halls. Everything was perfect. And everything was fake. The floors were a very shiny, and very fake, polished wood, the students adhered to dress-code only long enough to keep themselves from trouble, even the portraits and plants were fake. With Kurt not there to provide the needed livelihood to the school everything was dull, lifeless, and meaningless.
And so he transferred.
But Kurt didn't need to know that for now, not just yet, for now all he needed to know was that Blaine wanted to spend time with him. Maybe he would tell him someday, when they're looking back on times past, revealing secrets long since irrelevant.