Mr Blaine

Chapter 10

Only short, I know :/ Have just been bogged down with work :/ Will write more soon

I do not own Glee

**UPDATED**

I decided to add a bit on as I knew the ending was a bit awkward. I just wanted to get the ball rolling as I have been writing some other things too, although I am still writing the current stuff.

(I do not own Glee)

Mr Blaine's POV

"I'm sorry Mr Anderson," The principal shuffles some papers on the desk and tries to avoid eye contact. "There have been some complaints."

"What complaints?" I ask incredulously, racking my brains for anything that may have caused anyone to complain.

"I'm afraid I can't tell you, they're confidential." He answers, still not looking up.

"BULL!" I yell, slamming the flat of my hand on the desk. I gain a little satisfaction from that, as he starts slightly and I see the embarrassment flush his cheeks. My hand smarts but I shake it off.

"Mr Anderson!" He exclaims, standing up. "Please calm down!"

Calm down. Calm down. How can I calm down? Those 'complaints' weren't about my teaching and you know it. Some rich, homophobic father has tucked a bill in the principal's top pocket to get me moved on. And I won't stand for it.

"I see. How much was it? An 'anonymous donation'? A couple of hundred? Thousand? More?" I question. He blushes again and I know I've hit the nail on the head. I nod. "Well. I'm glad you'll get a new playground for my troubles." I spit the words out angrily.

He looks up at me with steely resolve and he keeps his voice steady and calm, even though I can see the conflicting emotions in his eyes. "You're on probation, Mr Anderson."

I let the door slam on the way out.

Cooper's POV

I hold the phone close to my ear and try and get my girlfriend to listen.

"Natasha, no, that's not fair. I do not act like a child! I don't! I don't. Don't. Do. HAH! Gotchya! No, Natasha, don't hang up. NATASHA. Tash." I sigh as I hear the click and immediately redial.

"Hello, this is Natasha Torez, please leave a message after the beep." There's static for a few seconds and I gear myself up for the message.

"Natasha, I'm sorry honey. Really, I am. It seems so cliché to say 'take me back', but… Ugh. Natasha, I didn't mean what I said. And I want to come home. But Blaine is making me stay until my leg's all healed up, so I'll be another week or two. Tash, sweetie, please ring me back… I love you…" I end the call and look down at my feet.

Kurt's POV

(4:05)

Ugh, I feel ill.

(4:05)
WHAT'S WRONG? X

(4:06)

Thudding headache, reaction to light and sound… -.-

(4:07)

I told you not to drink that much ;)

(4:07)

I was not drunk.

(4:08)

Coffee withdrawal then? x

(4:08)

No.

(4:15)

Wait… Is that you knocking on the door?

I hear the door open and Rachel's voice echoes up the hall. "I brought soup!" I groan and let my head fall back to the pillow. She peeks around the door wearing a bright red dress and clutching a thermos flask. She is far too bouncy for me in my current state.

"What kind of soup?" I ask, tiredly.

Cooper's POV

I pause The Little Mermaid as the front door is nearly wrenched from its hinges by the force of the push. He is fuming, bright red under his dark curls which are corkscrewing all over the place. He enters the room and looks around. I peep out from the sofa.

"What's wrong B?" I ask, trying to gauge if he would throw something at me if I asked the wrong question. He starts pacing.

"You know Coop, I thought it was over. That now we were all adults they would've grown out of it and we could move on. But no, apparently not. Getting older does not seem to correlate with getting wiser. I thought that now we were sensible I could have an ACTUAL relationship. With no pointed fingers and whispers behind hands. It feels like I'm stuck in high school."

"What happened?" I ask, pulling myself up on the sofa.

"I was put on probation. PROBATION. I'm a good teacher, we're up to date on all our work, they all know how to write their names and can read a picture book! Hell, I've even taught them 1-10 in French! It's just because I like men. It's just because I'm gay and it's NOT FAIR." He pushes his fist into his hand.

I look at him closely. "You're not going to hit something are you? At least, don't hit me; you know I bruise like a peach." I look at, sheepish.

"No." Says Blaine, slowly calming down. "But what am I meant to do? Teaching is all I am, and that's the only reason Dad accepts me in his house. I have a job and a steady if low salary. It's what pays for this sorry excuse for an apartment. It's what Mum said I should do all along. That and sing… But that's in the past."

"Blaine, just because it's in the past doesn't mean it can't be your future. Mum died. But it doesn't mean all your hopes and dreams should go out the window! She wouldn't want that! And sure, parents have an impact on who we might turn out to be but even when they're gone our ideas and morals don't change! Mum taught us well, ok? For us to love what we do and push to be the best we can be. So if teaching or music is what you want to do, you need to fight your way there. But you can do this B, you really can."

He has tears in his eyes and I realise I do too. I wipe them away and put my 'manly' face on.

"Now come on, Under The Sea is about to start and I don't want to miss it." I say, seriously. He laughs and grabs me round the shoulders.

"Sometimes, I swear you are just a five year old in a grown man's body." He grins at me and presses the play button.

The seaweed is always greener in somebody else's lake…