A/N: This is the final chapter. Thank you so much for sticking with this story. I really appreciate everyone who has favorited and reviewed this story. It really means a lot. Enjoy the final chapter!

Blaine and his parents sat in the principal's office at Westerville High School as they discussed Blaine's academic situation. Normally, there would never have been a need to discuss Blaine's academic status thanks to his straight A's.

"I don't understand why we are here," Blaine's father, Michael, said.

"Well, I had never thought we would have had to be in this situation. Last semester, Blaine was one of the top students. This semester, however, he is greatly behind," Principal James said. This was not news to Blaine. He was quite aware that he was failing all of his classes. "Now I know he missed quite a lot of school earlier this semester, but he has been back for almost a month and there has not been much change in his grades." If it wasn't for the fact he was sitting in his principal's office with his parents for a yet to be revealed reason, Blaine would have laughed at the fact that the principal wouldn't explicitly say why Blaine had missed so much school.

Michael Anderson was not pleased, and it was very evident on his face. "So what you are telling me is that Blaine has been slacking?" Michael turned to look at Blaine, who shrunk back in his chair.

"I don't know what I would call it, exactly, but none of his teachers have made any change in Blaine's grades, which sends up red flags for us," Principal James explained. "Now, we have talked with his teachers and asked if they just haven't updated the grades, but that is not the case. He has not been turning in work and doing very poorly on his exams."

"Well, now my question is why are we here if Blaine just isn't doing his work? Surely you could have talked to him without us being present?" Michael asked. Why should Michael Anderson have to waste his time when his son was just being lazy?

"In most cases, yes, but the thing is, it is so late in the semester, that many of his teachers have informed me that it will not be possible for Blaine to catch up and pass his classes." Blaine's eyes widened at this, starting to connect the dots in his mind.

"What are you saying?" Michael asked. He appeared to be getting angrier and more frustrated with his son with every question.

Principal James took a deep breath. "I'm afraid that Blaine will have to repeat his freshman year."

Blaine's world stopped. He had an idea something bad was coming, but nothing this bad. He had to repeat? That would mean that he would have to spend a whole extra year in this Hellhole that was Westerville High School. Blaine willed for his mouth to work so he could ask if there was any other way to get around this issue. There had to be another way. But before Blaine could say anything, Michael spoke up.

"Well, its Blaine's own fault. He'll finish up this year and then do it again in fall," Michael said.

"Now, Michael," Gloria Anderson said in an attempt to make her husband see some reason.

"No, Gloria. It's his own fault. We'll discuss this more at home. Thank you for your time," Michael said as he got up to shake the principal's hand. The principal shook Michael and Gloria's hand and nodded to Blaine.

The Anderson family made their way out to the parking lot and got in their car. The drive home was silent as everyone was lost in their own thoughts. Finally, they pulled into the driveway and got out and went inside. Blaine was mentally preparing himself for what his father was going to say. And Blaine knew that nothing he said would make it better.

"Living room, now," Michael ordered.

Blaine nodded and went to sit on the couch while his father paced.

Blaine was waiting for his father to start talking. When Blaine didn't think his father was going to say anything, Blaine figured he could try to explain. Sure, odds were very good that it was not going to help, but Blaine didn't see any way that he could possibly make things worse.

"Dad, I can explain," Blaine tried, but quickly stopped talking when he saw his father's glare.

"What could you possibly have to explain? This is your fault. You got yourself beat up at that dance because of your faggy ways and now your grades are slipping. What is there to explain?" Michael was furious. There was no question about that.

Blaine opened his mouth but no sounds came out.

"Exactly. Now, go to your room," Michael ordered.

Blaine didn't think twice, he got up and practically ran from the room, tears starting to fall. Once up in his room, Blaine sobbed into his pillow in an attempt to muffle the sound.

How could his father blame him? He didn't choose to be gay. And honestly who would choose it if it meant being bullied everyday? Not to mention he was out of school for several weeks recovering from the attack at Sadie Hawkins. But there was no way Blaine was going to be able to change his father's mind.

Blaine couldn't explain to his father that he got so far behind while in the hospital that it was impossible to get caught up, even if he didn't have to still deal with the bullying. But the bullying didn't let up after the dance. If anything it got worse, meaning Blaine had way more important things to worry about than schoolwork. Yes, survival was definitely more important than schoolwork.

Thankfully there was only one month left of school, and at this point did it really matter how much effort was put forward if he had to repeat anyway?

Blaine didn't end up getting much sleep that night. His mom knocked on the door the next morning to tell him to get ready for school. Sighing he got up, went to the bathroom, and took a shower. He went downstairs, grabbed his backpack, and walked out the door.

Blaine walked to school. When he got there, he looked up at the building and took a deep breath. Only four years and one month left.