A/N: I just got my wisdom teeth out, which was not nearly as terrifying as I thought it would be. However, I was a little out of it when I got home, and ended up writing this. Well, not exactly this. This is the edited version, because my drugged up brain is not very good at grammar, nor is it all that literate. I thought the idea seemed okay, and I didn't want all that work to go to waste (even though I wasn't totally aware of what I was doing initially). I'm also posting this because I feel super guilty about letting Stanton just sit around. Believe me, IT WILL BE FINISHED EVENTUALLY. I just didn't realize that having a full-time job would be even worse for finding time to write than college. So, enjoy this for now!
PS I'm so sorry that I keep doing this to Blaine (I have a few other stories tumbling around in my head that have to deal with Blaine being bullied too). He was just the character with the most 'mystery' in his past so it was easiest to fill in. I can't write humor or romance to save my life, so Blaine is stuck in my angsty stories.
Blaine, Kurt, New Directions, and pretty much everything else belongs to Glee/Fox/Ryan Murphy.
Warnings: Language and bullying
Blaine barely remembers a time when security lines at airports weren't a pain. He was only 6 when 9/11 happened, after all, and his memories are pretty fuzzy before then. He remembers the important stuff about his life - friends and school - but not the seemingly trivial details about how he used to be able to go all the way to the gate to say goodbye to his grandparents when they left to go back to Chicago after visiting.
For all he knew, security at the airport was always a pain. He always had to take off his shoes, and keep his tiny bottles of contact solution and other liquids in a plastic bag. He always had to try to stuff his things into two carry-ons.
And after freshman year, he always had to be privately screened instead of going through a metal detector.