It's well known that after a disastrous Sadie Hawkins Dance, Blaine's parents transferred Blaine to a school where his differences would not be held against him. This is my take on it.
This was my contribution to the Blamily Secret Santa.
Blaine looked at the ivy-grown walls of the school. He sighed, another year, another school. His parents, bless them, really wanted to understand, they really wanted to help but they could only do so much. After the incident at the Sadie Hawkins Dance, his father pulled him aside and spoke to him. He could still remember seeing his mother crying by the window.
"We don't hate you, son," his father had said. "You weren't at fault, do you believe me? You can't help being who you are and those bas—bullies had no right, none whatsoever, in doing what they did to you."
Blaine had nodded because his father expected him to. He even knew that his father meant it, that he believed it. But Blaine didn't. He was a freak. He had no right to be around "normal" people. He shouldn't have gone to that stupid dance. Why try to be like everyone else when he knew he wasn't?
"So please understand that the reason your mother and I are pulling you out of that school has nothing to do with what you are, well, only in the sense that we want to bring you somewhere safe. That you should be somewhere where you can be who you are and no one will stop you from being that person."
Blaine nodded again. He didn't care really. It would at least be an end to the whispers and the side-glances, the shoulder checks and the name-calling. But it still felt like defeat, like he was giving up. Blaine had pride enough that him leaving felt like them winning. He didn't know what the game was but it still felt like losing.
His mom had then wiped her tears and approached him and she had said something shocking.
"I'm so sorry, sweetheart," she had said. He was shocked that his mom had apologized to him. Why had she done that? He had wondered and she had answered his unspoken question. "Your dad had wanted to enroll you in this school the minute we discovered, well, what you are." Mom couldn't bring herself to say the word, but he knew it's because she was raised thinking it was a dirty word and not because she was ashamed of him. When they found out what Blaine was, she forced herself to say the word around Blaine all the time to show that she didn't care and to counter her upbringing but today, Blaine understood that she was too upset to do that. "But I insisted that you should go to a regular school, that we should not be hiding you from the world or hide it from you…I'm afraid that we…that I should have been less naïve…"
Blaine had seen his mom become upset again and he quickly hugged her. "It's not your fault mama," he had said, and it wasn't really. "You shouldn't blame yourself for thinking people are nicer than they really are." He had told her that then and he still believed it, but at the same time, looking at the entrance to the school, he wished that she had listened to his dad the first time around.
"Well, the semester has already started and they are expecting you," his dad had said. Blaine had looked up at him in alarm but his father had known his concerns and was quick to reassure him. "Don't worry, their teaching style is unorthodox but they are still one of the best schools in the country. They have classes in groups but students learn at their own pace. The headmaster himself assured me that you won't have any trouble catching up."
It took them a few days to pack his things and make the trip and here he was. It looked more like a mansion than a school.
His parents had gone inside with one of the teachers; Blaine had stopped to read the motto of the school that hung over the door.
"Hey."
Blaine turned around and saw a tall, gorgeous, blond boy standing behind him. He had the most awesome lips and it was turned up in a shy smile. Blaine couldn't help but begin to blush. He looked at his feet.
"Are you new here?" the Greek god asked.
"Yeah," Blaine answered. He didn't know how he managed but he did.
"Cool," the guy continued to talk to him. Him! "I'm Sam. Sam Evans."
Blaine looked up and saw Sam standing there with a friendly expression. He thrust his hand out and said, "I'm Blaine."
Sam looked at Blaine's hand for a minute, Blaine almost pulled it back when Sam grinned and took it.
"Hi Blaine," he said and shook Blaine's hand firmly yet lightly. "Those are awesome, by the way."
Blaine blushed again and he saw Sam's grin get wider. "They change color, too?"
"Yeah," Blaine said, "they mirror my expression…it's not always cool."
"I get it," Sam said easily.
"Blaine…? Are you out there?" Blaine heard his father call.
"I'd better go," Blaine said reluctantly.
"No worries," Sam said easily. "I'll definitely be seeing you around, Blaine." Sam winked at him and Blaine suddenly heard a dim roar as Sam shot up in the air like a cannonball.
"See you," Blaine said his voice faint in shock. It was one thing to know it was a school for mutants; it was another thing to see it firsthand.
But Blaine's expression of shock blossomed into a smile when he heard Sam call out, "Welcome to Xavier's!"
He looked back at the school motto, 'Mutatis mutandis'. He knew from the brochure that it's meant to mean, 'changing only those things which need to be changed'.
He stretched his wings, the feathers still cycling through pink and red and orange and gold from his earlier blush and beat down once, the strength of which made him float a bit before settling down. But this time instead of pulling it close to his body, he let his wings settle more comfortably, slightly open. His feathers were slowly cycling through white, gold and several shades of blue.
With his head held high, his wings held aloft majestically, he entered the school, for once knowing his mutation is the one thing that people here will not want to change.
Yes, Sam Evans has been merged with Sam Guthrie.
Yes, I actually have a spreadsheet that details each X-Men character and Glee character, what their powers are, what year they are in, who they replaced and so on.
No, there is no fic although I will add a "yet" to that because I grew up reading X-Men comics and, for better or for worse, I am a Gleek. So it is inevitable that I will try to put one band of misfits in a school with another band of misfits in a school.
In short, I will write this fic when I'm good and ready. (If you want to speed things along like dropping off a trussed-up Darren or Chord on my doorstep, you will see this fic get done within a month, I promise you.)