A/N: A drafted show-down between Blaine and Madame Tibideaux. This would have been set between the fight at Satire (ch 47) and the boys' trip to Ohio (ch 49). We decided to cut it because the Evil Prawn had too much attention already, and we chose a different way of saying adieu to him which will come up in Glad You Stayed.
Blaine walked down the hallway of NYADA, making his way to the Dean, keeping his head down and avoiding people's curious looks. His nose was still swollen and had turned a hideous shade of purple. He had gone to see a doctor the morning after the fight, but she had said they couldn't do anything until the swelling had gone down. She also said it didn't look like it needed setting and he should just wait it out - what a quack. Blaine would be getting a second opinion later that day, a male doctor's (preferably attractive). He would not accept being disfigured for life by that tramp Sebastian Smythe.
The whole ordeal had put him in an awful mood. On top of that, he had to go see Madame Tibideaux. He expected it to be about the complaint he had filed about the stage combat trainer, Mr Hura. Blaine hadn't forgotten how hostile the man had been towards him, and how he had allowed his students to bully him.
Blaine knocked once and opened the door of the Dean's office right away.
Madam Tibideaux looked up from her notebook in annoyance at the sound of the door opening. If there was one thing she hated - actually there were a few things - but what shereally hated, was people that showed no respect.
At the sight of the young man standing in her doorway she sighed.
"Hello, Mr Anderson...by all means do come in," she said sarcastically. "Have a seat."
Blaine walked in and sat down, crossing his legs and making himself comfortable. Mr Hura was gonna get it. Blaine hoped the man would be fired. He'd seen him on his way to the Dean, and had already informed him of his impending fate.
"Mr Anderson, in all my years of teaching here, I have never-"
Blaine stopped listening. He'd heard the accolades before. Yeah yeah, NYADA had never seen such talent, June Dolloway was right, blabla. Instead, he thought about Kurt, and how sorry he'd be once Mr Hura was gone and his TA job fell flat. He smirked at the thought.
"Did you hear what I just said, Mr Anderson?" Madame Tibideaux asked sharply.
"Uh...what?" Blaine stuttered.
Carmen looked down at the boy in front of her, her gaze taking on a steely expression.
Blaine saw the look in the Dean's eyes change and he swallowed, frowning a little in confusion.
"I said," Madame Tibideaux said slowly, "that in all my years of teaching, I have never met a NYADA student with such a disgraceful attitude."
Blaine mouth dropped open in shock.
"You are lazy, arrogant, selfish and have about as much technical talent as that cactus," she continued, indicating to the small potted cactus on her desk.
"B-"
"Your teachers have informed me, that since the beginning of January, you have not attended a single class...what do you have to say for yourself?"
"I...well..." Blaine started, not really sure what to say. He'd been busy. He'd been in L.A. and in Lima, all because Kurt wouldn't...Kurt. Suddenly, Blaine saw his way out of this mess.
"If I may tell you a personal story, Madame Tibideaux," he said humbly, "Early January my...fiancé, the love of my life...my soulmate! left me out of the blue. I...had a very hard time coping with that. I needed the support of my family." He paused, giving her what he hoped was a vulnerable, bashful look.
"After that, I tried to return to NYADA, butKurt...he was overly hostile. He and his friends from Mr Hura's class threatened me. I was afraid-" He batted his eyes at the Dean. "Kurt Hummel is a lot stronger than he looks. He works out all the time and he keeps these ninja weapons in his house - our house! That he just kicked me out of. Yeah. And this-"
He gestured at his face. "His new boyfriend did that. Or maybe it was his pimp. Kurt works at an adult club now, he's basically a wh-" He broke off as Madame Tibideaux raised her hand.
"That is enough, Mr Anderson," she continued. "Mr Hura has informed me of the incidents that have occurred in his class and forgive me, but I believe his account of the story over yours. Especially as he has more than five eye witnesses, excluding Mister Hummel himself."
Blaine opened his mouth furiously, but was silenced by Madame Tibideaux standing up and towering over him.
"We could have had this discussion earlier, had you attended any classes or indeed, had been present on campus at all. I may have been inclined to listen to your side of the story - back in January. But as you failed to attend any lessons or present a valid case for yourself, I have gathered information from the sources I previously mentioned. As I understand it; you cornered Mr Hummel after his class - trying to get him to share his performance at the Winter Showcase with you. When he refused, you got angry and tried to attack him. "
"That's...thats not what happened. Look at my nose!"
"A vast improvement if I may say so," she said coldly.
"I can't believe you're giving Kurt special treatment! Again!"
"Mr Hummel has worked extremely hard to get where he is now and he deserves every ounce of success that he has achieved."
Blaine sat up. "But June Dolloway chose me! Me! Not Kurt."
Madame Tibideaux briefly closed her eyes. When she opened them again, even Blaine could see his words weren't working.
"NYADA only accepts twenty students a year. The board made a grave mistake accepting you. You take away opportunities from other students and parade around as if you own the place. Your teachers have informed me that you have failed every single one of your classes this year, and as such, you are not invited back to attend NYADA next semester. And no amount of your parents' money will change that."
"I...I don't understand..."
"What do you not understand, Mr Anderson? Did you really think that you could miss an entire semester of school and still make it through to next year?"
"B-"
"You have not shown any growth, either in talent or as a person, since joining this school. After two years here, you are still in the lowest level classes and have failed all of your practical exams...Third year students are expected to take on more responsibility, either via auditioning for parts or finding other extra curricular work away from school."
"But Kurt!"
"Mr Hummel is a fine example of what a NYADA student should be. He works hard in class, puts in extra hours to hone his skills, has an internshipand a paying job. He already successfully landed his first leading role in a musical. And I believe Mr Hura has actually appointed him as his TA next year." She looked at Blaine and sighed exasperatedly.
"Our job at this school is to teach you all the skills needed to succeed in the world of musical theatre. I do not believe that you are ready, nor will you ever be ready to cope with the demands of the industry. Letting you go now is a kindness. Good day, Mr Anderson." She gave him a brief nod and sat back down in her chair, turning her eyes back to the paperwork on her desk.
A kindness? She was ruining everything!
"You can't..."
"I think you'll find, Mr Anderson, that as the Dean of this college I can," Madame Tibideaux replied without looking up.
"My parents will hear of this!" Blaine threatened, getting up from his seat to look down on her.
Slowly, Madame Tibideaux raised her head again. "I'm sure they will," shereplied, looking unconcerned. "But luckily they are not the only benefactors of this institution." She gestured at the door in a subtle shooing motion.
Blaine narrowed his eyes, spun around, and stomped out - only to nearly run in to Tim, Nick and Georgio.
"Alright, Anderson?" Tim asked, grinning. "Mr Hura said you might need an escort off the premises."
Blaine looked up at the three men, all towering over him.
"I'm fine, thank you," he said stiffly, trying to walk passed them.
"Yes well...I think we'll accompany you regardless," Nick said, placing a hand on Blaine's shoulder.
"Don't touch me!" Blaine spat as the three boys turned and started waking him down the corridor. "I will sue each and every one of your asses."
"On what grounds? You have shown violent tendencies in the past and we have been asked by the school to ensure you leave without causing any harm to another student. And we are all prepared to testify against you," Georgio replied calmly.
Blaine scowled and tightened his bag over his shoulder. He was fuming. They couldn't do this to him!
The further they went, the more students came and watched him. He might as well have been walking down from the Citadel naked for the way it felt. Blaine knew Kurt's bodyguards (lovers?) were taking him the longest possible route off campus. When they passed the dance hall, the stereo inside was loudly playing Loser by Beck. He knew it was Ms July. She'd always treated him unfairly.
The only one conspicuously missing was Kurt. Probably too busy working. Blaine ignored all the phones pointed at his face, and tried to think of ways to make him pay.
A/N2: The further the situation slips out of Blaine's hands, the further his internal makes us feel like he's only a heartbeat away from showing up to NYADA with a shotgun. This is definitely not the story we want to tell- another reason we cut this chapter from the story.