Blaine had always had a fascination with clothes. Even from a very young age he was intrigued to no end by the fashion models in the glossy magazines his Mom kept by the pool. He would stare at the flashy displays in shop windows any time his parents took him into town. And, whenever he was given the chance he would spend hours putting together outfits of his own.
For most people, their sense of style was a way of expressing themselves. This was true for Blaine, but even more than that, his love of clothes was practically a rebellion. One might call it a taste of forbidden fruit.
Well, the word forbidden might be a little strong, but showing off his growing collection of polos and bow ties was generally frowned upon at Anderson Valley Nudist Retreat, where Blaine spent most of his formative years. It's why he never minded the Dalton uniform. Sure, it was stuffy and repetitive, but at least it was clothing.
"My goodness, I'm hot just looking at you!" Blaine was greeted by Matilda, one of the community's longest standing residents when he made his way into the library/game room where he was supposed to be meeting up with his parents.
Blaine did his best not to roll his eyes, "I've only just got in from school, ma'am. I'm afraid I have to wear the uniform there," he said, hoping that his tone came off as cheeky and charming as opposed to irritated. He loved his family, and he would always love and appreciate the residents that had become his support system through his unsuccessful tenure in the public school system (before his transfer to Dalton), but just because his parents were nudists didn't mean he had to be a nudist.
It wasn't even a matter of comfort for him. There was literally no way he could grow up in this type of environment and not be comfortable with his body, but the longer he spent in the 'real world', boarding at Dalton, the more he found himself to be his most comfortable while wearing clothes.
"Blainey!" he heard his mother's delighted voice from the other side of the room, freeing him from the conversation with Matilda "It's so good to see you!" she exclaimed, stepping down from where she was shelving some books in the gardening section and giving him a hug. "Come sit!"
Blaine was grateful that his mother no longer commented when he neglected to take off his uniform when visiting. He knew that she quietly disapproved of the whole thing, but she loved him and knew that, at the end of the day, he should be allowed to do what he wants. "It's good to see you too, Mom," he said, "where's dad?"
"He had to go take care of a plumbing emergency in the Green's homestead, but he'll be back in time for dinner. I'm making your favorite," she said. "But you said over the phone you had something to tell us. Should we wait for him or can you tell me now?" she asked, body leaning forward in anticipation.
"Oh…um…I suppose there's no point in waiting," he said, "I guess I'll just come right out with it. I uh…I have a boyfriend, and I've been seeing him for a few months now. His name is Kurt," he said, smiling softly at the thought of the boy who had slowly but surely stolen his heart.
"Oh, honey that's wonderful!" Mrs. Anderson said smiling, "when do we get to meet him?"
Blaine blanched suddenly. It wasn't that the idea of Kurt meeting his parents had never crossed his mind. Heck, he'd been present for his fair share of Hummel Friday night dinners, but the idea of bringing Kurt—his Kurt—shy, blushing Kurt to Anderson Valley for a visit was a daunting one to say the least, "um…I'm not sure we're quite there yet," the lie weighed heavily on his conscience, "but um…I'll let you know, okay? Why don't you tell me about some of those new books you were shelving?"
This might be the dumbest thing I've ever written or the beginnings of the world's most wonderful crack verse. You be the judge…