A/N: I haven't really written in a while, it's surprised me. I've had a lot going on, I suppose. In a matter of weeks, I'll have a shiny, brand new laptop in order to update (for those readers of my previous works). But anyways, I have a rather, erm, large [and hopefully successful] project coming up, with a format very much like this story. So, I need some practice. And I'm in love with Blaine/Darren Criss/DC Harry Potter, so what better way than with Blaine?
So, here you have it. Enjoy!
Yes
He was relieved his parents had even said yes. Usually, they did give him what he wanted, but within limits. All the same, he still didn't believe they would ever say yes. The tuition was expensive, not that he was living in the poor house, but his parents were so uptight about money, they surely would just send him to a public school, like McKinley. He'd never seen the appeal, yet so many people thought it was, well, fine.
But no, Blaine deserved better than fine. He deserved superior. Of course, there was Carmel High, which was less expensive, but also seemed a bit classier. Despite that, he had his heart set on Dalton Academy.
"What do you even see in that school?" his father had asked over breakfast one morning.
Blaine blew the hair out of his face tiredly. "I don't know," he admitted, "all I know is that the education is great, their expectations are high - just what I need - and their glee club is phenom - "
"Glee club?" His father's deep brown eyes scanned him over carefully. "You want to go to perhaps one of the most expensive schools in the country because of the glee club?"
He shrugged. "Well, that's not all. After all, I do want to go to Yale." Did he? Yale, wow. That came out in a rush; he was only thirteen, far too young to be dead set on college, although, Yale would be nice. From his many visits, he loved the more northeastern side of the States.
His mother decided to change the mood. "Alright, Blaine, we'll see what we can do."
Just a week later, he sat down across from his mother, the way he always did. The only difference was in the air. It was lighter, somehow, influenced by the toothy smile forming on his mother's face.
"Blaine," his father began, peering out from behind the paper, "the answer is yes."
But deep in his mind, he had known along that the answer would be yes.
Note: You may have noticed, Blaine has only been in a matter of episodes. Considering I wrote this before we got to know him better, my events may not always correspond to future events that happen in the show, so bear with me. And thank you.
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