The house was quiet when Blaine let himself in. Surprisingly, though, Blaine's father was sitting on an armchair as he entered the living room.
"So, you're back," Mr Anderson said dryly.
"Yes," Blaine responded coldly. He made way as quickly as he could without seeming suspicious to the corner of the room where he left his bag. Grabbing one of the shoulder straps, the bag fell open, unzipped. Blaine frowned, turning slowly back to his father. "Did you -?"
Blaine's maths test was sitting in his father's lap.
"You went through my bag?" Blaine demanded angrily.
"Actually, it was your mother," Mr Anderson replied, "and here's what she found." He held up the exam paper. Blaine almost winced. "When were you going to tell us about this?"
Blaine maintained eye contact with his father. "I was going to tell you," he said measuredly, "when I wasn't being discriminated against for my sexuality."
Mr Anderson scoffed. "Oh, really?" he said condescendingly. "You really think that's discrimination, Blaine? You trying to give your mother a heart attack is what was happening."
Blaine grimaced at the comment when he thought of Kurt's father's condition. "Excuse me?" he asked disbelievingly.
"Telling us we won't have grandchildren, Blaine," Mr Anderson said. "It's as if you're making it your personal mission to ruin your mother. Do you have any idea what that notion would do to her?"
Blaine opened his mouth to speak, then shut it when he realised he had nothing to say.
"And now this?" Blaine's father threw the paper in his direction. "And your... singing. The piano we could live with, but we have to draw the line somewhere." He moved very close to Blaine, and spoke very quietly. "You quit your choir until your grades improve, and we'll talk no more about the... grandchildren issue."
"You can't make me quite the Warblers!" Blaine cried. "We've got Regionals coming up, and we're doing a Val – " He stopped himself before he started talking about Valentine's.
"You quit the 'Warblers', Blaine," Mr Anderson said, using his fingers as quotation marks, "or we pull you out of Dalton and you go back to your public school anyway. You can see how they put up with your shenanigans there. I mean," he glanced down at the exam, sitting next to them on the sofa, "it's hardly like your grades can get worse."
With that, he turned and strode out of the room, leaving Blaine angry and, worse, defeated.
He was quitting the Warblers.