CHAPTER II
A/N: So, after a long break, here is finally chapter 2. I put very much of myself and my thoughts and my feelings into it. Blaine will go through things that many young people go through. And if you feel weak or misunderstood, please let Blaine be your role model and keep the faith clenched tightly in your hands and never let go of it.
Blaine had to squint when a sunray hit his eyelids. His arms were clasped tightly around his smooth husband who was still sleeping peacefully.
In order to not disturb him, Blaine decided to remove his arms from Kurt's body very carefully and slowly, indiscernibly stroking the larger boy's torso.
He didn't have any breakfast. He was so nervous, he couldn't keep anything down.
So he just put on the coffee machine and sat down staring apathetically at the beige wallpaper that had broad, light blue stripes, while he inhaled the delicious odour of the coffee steam.
Would they take him? Blaine was convinced. He took a sip out of the blue cup of hot coffee while he was checking through his CV one more time. His eyes narrowed. Everything needed to be perfect.
When he finally decided that his CV was the way be wanted it to be, perfect, he put his signature at the bottom.
He went into the bathroom and out came a fresh, beautiful man with gelled hair and a scarf that would even make his husband jealous. It was a dark, purple cashmere scarf by Hermès.
According to the little watch on the coffee machine, it was 6:53. Blaine left a note:
On my way to the NYU application office. I'll be back at noon. Wish me luck! ~B.
Blaine took one last look in the mirror, adjusting his scarf one more time, smiling. "Here we go!", he mumbled.
Armed with a perfect CV and a bristling self-esteem, he decided to leave the apartment. He already held the door handle in his hand when we looked into the living room, where his baby was still sleeping. He smiled. He was in a hurry already but there must always be time for this.
So he decided to walk into the living room and leaned down towards his snoring boy. He stroked his cheek a few times as he smiled. He was so beautiful when he sleeps, he thought. Blaine closed his eyes, held Kurt's jaw softly and pressed a soft kiss on the corner of his lips.
"Bye, baby.", he breathed into his ear.
Kurt purred.
New York University was an impressive place. The halls seemed to be made out of marble and pure gold. The students looked like little doctors, little lawyers and, the most impressive ones, like little Broadway-stars.
After he passed the huge jungle of all the different departments, he finally arrived at the department he belonged to, the department for dramatic and performing arts. A place that was not in the slightest less impressive than the rest.
He was told to take a seat on a golden bank. On this bank there were already four other applicants sitting, straight up and shiny. Blaine was dazzled by their aura, he could almost smell their motivation.
His determination to be accepted and his bristling self-esteem were gone.
Eventually, he gulped, smiled politely into their direction, without seeking direct eye-contact and sat down.
After he has already waited for thirty minutes, watching the highly-motivated attendants vanish into an office and out again in regular intervals.
"Mr Blaine Anderson, please." , somebody called out of the office.
The voice was very high-pitched, and Blaine was wondering what the face that belonged to this voice might look like.
Without thinking much, he managed to enter the room. When he stood inside of the room with both feet, he took a moment to examine the room that he was standing in. It was no usual office. The walls were painted in a light pink, everything was tidy and extraordinarily clean and a crockery made out of the finest porcelain was standing right in the center of the desk. Blaine couldn't stop staring at this beautiful crockery, when suddenly a soft, maicured hand reached out for it.
Blaine looked up.
"Royal china from 1859.", she said as Blaine remained silent.
"A heirloom from my grandmother's grandmother. Allegedly, Queen Victoria herself drank out of it. Exiting, isn't it?"
She looked up to Blaine and gave him a warm smile.
"Yes, it is, Miss.", Blaine replied.
Again, she smiled warmly, almost a bit creepy.
"Well, how can I help you, Mr Anderson?", she enquired.
Blaine cleared his throat as quiet as possible and started talking:
I would really like to attend NYU."
"Well, that's nice." She flicked through her documents. "Apparently you're applying for musical theater."
"Yes, ma'am.", Blaine answered immediately.
"And I see in your curriculum vitae that you already played the role of Tony in a your high school's production of West Side Story.", she discovered.
"This is right, Madam Mountbatten, Blaine answered proudly.
"This is a very impressive CV, Mr Anderson. You appear as a very motivated and experienced aspiring actor. I'm confident that you will be an enrichment for our academy and we would love to invite you to start studying here in winter semester."
Donna Mountbatten smiled and as did Blaine. "Thank you so much, Madam Mountbatten! It means the world to me.", Blaine cried out enthusiastically and overwhelmed, having tears of joy in his eyes. He knew it. His determination would finally be rewarded.
"I can't wait to tell my husband!", he revealed.
The old lady frowned. "Pardon? You mean your wife, right? A beautiful, young man like you surely has a beautiful wife."
she enquired. Her voice certainly turned colder immediately.
Blaine cleared his throat. "No, mean it. I'm married to my high school love, Kurt."
"Excuse me?", she screamed in a high-pitched voice. "You are.. homosexual?", she asked.
"Yes.. is this a problem, ma'am?"
"The New York University does not support homosexual actions. We are a morale academy!"
Blaine could barely breathe. It was as if the impact had knocked every wisp of air from his lungs. He felt his body shiver, struggling to inhale. He almost fainted.
His head heated up as bitter tears ran out of his apathetically staring eyes.
All the emotions from his past suddenly exploded in his body again. His stomach clenched in pain.
Would this homophobia ever end? Won't he ever be able to live in peace with his Kurt? And what he could understand least was what did peaople have against homosexuality? What did he do to the people to be looked at with disgust in their eyes?
Suddenly he felt stronger. A bit. He bit his lower lip that was still shivering from the impact of te prior actions.
"But.. Madame!", Blaine managed to choke out, barely able to speak.
"No.", she spitted out, closing her eyes in disgust. "Please leave this room and re-apply when your sexuality has turned normal."
Blaine felt miserable. He stared a bit at the crockery, that was way less beautiful right now.
And all of a sudden, everything he felt was anger. 'No! You will not be the one to rain on my parade, Madame Mountbatten.', he thought. 'Not you. Especially not you.'
He stood up verry jagged, his eyes locked onto the lady's face. He took a few steps towards the door. He was about to leave but we con't avoid wondering: 'That might be the last time I see this person. Is there something I still wanna leave in this room?' And he knew it. He couldn't let her think, he would just leave without a last impression. So he turned around, looked her into the eyes and broke the silence.
"I was actually hoping, that people that think like you would have been extinct by today..."
Ms Mountbatten listened up, looking at Blaine a bit confused.
"But when I look at you, I'm confident that this is just a matter of time." He put on a priggish-fake smile for less that a second, turned away and left the room and finally the building. He didn't regret a single word of what he said. Eventually, when he passed the impressive marble-halls, that seemed way less impressive right now, he allowed himself one last look at the New YorkUniversity.
'Bye. See you never again, my love.',
he thought and strode away proudly, knowing that he could announce one piece of negative news to Kurt and one piece of negative news. One one had the negative ones, sadly, he was refused because of the way he is, but the most important ones, on the other hand, that he defied the people who are against him and didn't hide himself.
'The NYU is not the only academy in New York.', he thought to himself and walked towards the sunset, knowing that the sun will rise again.
A/N: A sad one, I'm aware. But happy days will be here again. Promise!