Blaine Anderson cannot believe that he is currently sitting in the principal's office and he really can't believe that his parent's looks of disappointment are directed at him. They are practically royalty here. They are regular donators and the entire auditorium is named after them for god's sakes. Yet, here he is and it isn't sounding good for him and his parents aren't doing a thing to stop it.

"I can't believe this," Blaine erupts, not caring about the fact that his mother looks over at him, obviously interrupted in the middle of a sentence. His fists are clenched and it's all he can do not to punch something. The portrait above Headmaster Paisley looks like a good candidate for putting his fist through but he resists the urge. He doesn't want to deal with the consequences of that right now no matter how much he wants it. "I can't believe that you're not even defending me."

Lillian Anderson stands up as Blaine does, absolute fury evident on her fair features, so different from her son's. Blaine looks exactly like his father. "David Karofsky tried to kill himself because of you, Blaine! Do you not understand what a big deal that is? What if his belt hadn't broken? What if he wasn't found in time? How would you have felt? You could've caused this boy's death. We didn't raise you like this."

Letting out a breath, Blaine sits back down because the words make his stomach clench. He can't believe the guilt that he feels. When he had heard that Karofsky had tried to kill himself he had known immediately that it was partly his fault. Him and Sebastian and the others. It was wrong the way that they had treated him like that but Karofsky just made such an easy target. Big and bulky and so insecure about his sexuality.

Sebastian had started it. David had transferred to Dalton from some public school and that alone had made him free game. Sebastian and Blaine and the other head Warblers were the school sweethearts with rich parents. They hadn't thought that they would be called on their bullying. They hadn't been until David had taken one of his belts and tried to hang himself in his closet. Blaine isn't quite sure how they had gotten his name but he had seen Sebastian's face as he was being called to the office. He has a feeling that Sebastian will kill him if he says that he hadn't bullied alone.

The sad part is that Blaine isn't like that. Well, maybe he is but he doesn't want to be. He is a year younger than them though and it was all about fitting in. Well he also has those little anger issues that makes him want to punch things a lot but that's a whole different story. The worst part is that Sebastian and Blaine are both gay and they had bullied Karofsky for being gay. It's horrible even if Blaine will only admit it inside his head. His mom is right. His parents hadn't raised him that way.

"My hands are tied. Our policies are strict in the handbook," Headmaster Paisley says, looking with regret at Lillian and Mathew, obviously thinking about the money that the Andersons give to the school. Blaine is sure that it has nothing to do with any regret over Blaine. Even the Warbler's don't need him. Sebastian's voice is just as good as his own. "Blaine Anderson, you're expelled from Dalton Academy. You're welcome to reapply next year and we will go over your admissions. Mr. and Mrs. Anderson, because we're a private school, you're welcome to-"

Blaine doesn't hear the rest, out the door already, his hand over his mouth to keep from yelling out loud. He barely resists the urge to kick the waste basket as he runs through the hallways. When he reaches his destination he wrenches open the door. "I'm expelled."

Sebastian's jaw drops and he stands, ignoring the teacher's words as pushes Blaine backwards, his hands hard on Blaine's shoulders. "Did you tell them?"

"About you? No, I'm not that kind of person. Did you hear me though, Sebastian? I've been expelled. I have no idea even what I'm going to do. What if they try to home school me? Sebastian, this is my home!"

Sebastian's fingers dig into Blaine's skin. "Well at least you're a good friend for not telling. Aren't your parents going to appeal it?"

Pulling out of Sebastian's almost painful hold, Blaine shakes his head. He feels as if his entire world has come crashing down and he feels the dreaded sting of tears in his eyes. Blaine blinks them away, refusing to let them fall. It is his own fault and that's probably the worst part of it. Maybe in some ways he feels like he even deserves it. Sebastian falls in line behind Blaine as they walk through the hallways, avoiding the glares of teachers but Blaine isn't supposed to be in class anymore. Every step they take Blaine has a memory associated with it.

Since he was a child he had always wanted to go to Dalton Academy. The school had been built on his family's name and every ancestor on his paternal side had gone there since it had opened. Cooper, ever the rebellious son, had foregone Dalton, had chosen to go to public school. But Blaine had wanted to be the good son. He wanted to be the one that made his parents proud. When had it all gone so wrong?

Blaine remembers the first time he ever set foot in Dalton Academy, straight out of a private middle school. The students had all known him immediately. Blaine Anderson. His family's name was all around the school, in every donor list imaginable, on a bench in the garden. His family was legendary in the Warblers and he was welcomed into the group right away, after only a short audition. By his sophomore year, they were basing their entire show around him because he was legendary and could certainly draw a crowd.

"Blaine Devon Anderson, how dare you walk away like that?" Blaine looks up as he sees his father coming forward. He glances over at Sebastian and Sebastian walks backwards slowly, looking at Blaine with pity in his eyes before turning away. "Your mother is upstairs packing your things so we can leave. You'll be enrolled at McKinley High School. Headmaster Paisley helped me finish all the paperwork. He's faxing it over now."

Blaine narrows his eyes as he thinks about the name, realization striking him as he realizes that that was the public high school that Karofsky had transferred from. He had thought the idea of home schooling was bad. Public high school was like a level of hell. "I can't go to a public high school. You've got to be kidding me."

"You have no choice. You think any private school will take you?" Blaine reluctantly follows his father as they head up towards his room. He doesn't want to face his mother but he has a feeling that his father won't let him avoid it. "I could give Dalton Academy a couple million dollars right now and they still wouldn't take you back. McKinley High School will be a good lesson for you. Let's just hope you don't get expelled from that because, Blaine, if they expel you then you have nowhere else that you can go."

As they enter Blaine's old room, he lets out a shaky breath, frowning as he sees his mother sitting on his bed, holding one of his Dalton blazers. "Mom…"

"I am so ashamed of you," Lillian whispers, curling into herself as Mathew sits down next to her, putting his arm around Lillian's shoulders, shooting his son a dark look.

Blaine leans against the door, anger coming through because he won't let himself be upset. No matter what, never let them see you upset. "Why because I was kicked out of the precious school that you've always wanted me to go to?"

Lillian looks up at him and her anger matches his in that moment. She shakes Mathew's arm off of him, coming forward until she's standing in front of her son and Blaine imagines that he can see steam coming out of her ears. The tears are still shining on her face but the sadness is gone. "No, Blaine Anderson. No, not because you've been kicked out of the school that your great-grandfather went to. No, that makes me upset but I am ashamed of you because you bullied somebody. You made somebody want to commit suicide. You made somebody so upset that they no longer wanted to be in this world. I am ashamed of you and I'm ashamed of myself for letting you do that. If you could do that then obviously I failed as a parent."

Blaine shakes his head as Lillian's voice cracks on the last word, the anger dissolving in an instant. He blinks rapidly, trying so hard to make the tears go away again. His mother's disappointment hurts him so badly and he can't hide it for a moment. "You didn't fail as a parent, Mom. I'm sorry," he whispers, not able to make his words any louder.

Lillian takes a shaky breath, unable to even speak and Blaine presses his hand to his mouth again. He presses until he doesn't want to cry or scream or beg his mother not to be so upset at him because he feels like he's 5 again and her disappointment is too much for him. It hurts how hard he presses his lips but it doesn't hurt nearly as much as the feelings inside of him.

The three of them pack Blaine's things in silence and when they're done Blaine texts his friends. He can't stand to say goodbye to any of them. Mathew asks if Blaine wants to find them but Blaine can't. As they walk out of the school, Blaine doesn't look left or right, refusing to believe that he's leaving. Mathew puts Blaine's suitcases into the trunk and him and Lillian look up at the building. Blaine can't handle looking at Dalton again and so he gets into the backseat, pressing his forehead against the cool glass and closing his eyes tight.

Dalton Academy fades into the distance as Blaine wonders what faces him at McKinley High School. A public high school. Probably a breeding ground for germs and idiots and fags and if there's one thing that Blaine prides himself on it's not being a fag no matter how much he likes boys.

In the front seat, Lillian tells Blaine about McKinley High School, about how it's a twenty minute drive from home but Blaine can deal with it because he got kicked out of Dalton and about their Gay-Straight Alliance club, started by a gay student there. Blaine doesn't tell his mother that over his dead body would he join that club.

"You'll start on Monday," Mathew tells him as they get home and Blaine runs up to his room. He has half a mind to do something dramatic like running away but instead he lays down in bed over the covers fully clothed. He has never dreaded a day before like he dreads Monday.