I never in my life thought I'd do this, leave my private school safe haven and go to public school, a place that happens to be the least accepting and possibly least safe for kids like me, the hearing impaired. I suppose I wouldn't have to be hearing impaired if I'd opted for the cochlear 4 years ago but why would I change who I am, for a thing as simple as hearing. I, Blaine Anderson am proud of what some may call a disability, and that won't ever change. Everything going on around me, the hustle and bustle and commotion, I can't hear it.
Is your bag all ready? My mother politely signs as she reaches the bottom of the step, I nod and she looks intently at me, Blaine are you sure you want this? We can still go back to Westerville, Dalton is still an option. Of course it is, mother because I am an Anderson, and I deserve to be treated like one, I don't say this to her, I just nod, Yes mother, I am sure. I want this experience. I sign politely and with a cautious expression plastered to my face, this woman makes mountains out of mole hills. You'd think me being a deafie and all, I could escape the "Don't sass me"'s and "Don't take that tone with me Blaine Devon." 's but I can't, poor me. Following her to the car is like a walk down death row, and the 5 minute ride to school is almost as bad, She gives me sideways glances and I can feel the nervous pooling off her in heaps, I'm not sure if she is nervous for me or for her. Public school means she has to remember I exist, and take place in school things and pick me up and that is hard for her, she is a busy woman. Goodbye Blaine, Have a good day. She signs as I close the door and I wave before turning to face my doom.
So maybe public school won't be so bad, I have made it through the first three periods and no hiccups, a little confusion but no hiccups. I met a girl determined to be my best friend because I am "different" and an asain kid who fidgets no matter what he is doing, must be ADHD or something. I like not being uniform, that's the best part, everyone here looks like they are their very own person not little robots in navy blue suits and striped ties. I have learned however that everything here happens quickly, almost so quickly you miss it although there is no way I could miss what I saw when I walked into second period French this morning. He was gorgeous, tall and lean with caramel colored highlights in the front of his perfectly coiffed brown hair, wearing tight purple jeans and a button up with semi high top boots on, and that smile, oh that smile. Of course little ol' gay me couldn't grow the balls to even meet his eye, anyways he was next to the tallest goofiest looking kid in class, I assume his boyfriend. All I know is it will be a loooong semester in French.
Three days down and public school officially sucks. The jocks push me around and the other kids ignore me. I hate school, I can't- holy mother of fuck, I just ran into hot caramel highlight headed boy. I can't help but flail my hands in a quick I am so sorry before I lean down to pick up my books, glancing up through my eyelashes I can see him trying to speak to me. It takes him a minute before he leans down and touches my shoulder to get my attention, lifting my head and peeking at his face I see him mouth Hello, I'm Kurt. I nod and mouth Blaine back to him before finishing gathering my things. I want to cry, I am overwhelmed, and he is gorgeous, I ran into him because I am broken and he will never want me. Although as I stand I feel his hand sliding down my toned bicep and stopping at my elbow, he is helping me up, the most gorgeous man I have ever seen is taking care of me and I can't help but cheese like a damn fool. Once we are standing at full height he pulls a notebook from my pile of books and a pen from his pocket, writing something before handing me the notebook,
Sorry I ran into you I need to pay better attention. Hope you are enjoying Mckinley. Maybe I will see you again? –Kurt
When I lifted my head, he was gone and my heart was too, following him like a sad puppy who needed attention.