AN: Here's another little insight into Blaine's psyche. Hope you all enjoy! Inspired by lyrics from "There's A Fine, Fine Line" by Stephanie D'Abruzzo
With the one eye that wasn't covered with a patch I looked at the collection of photos on the bulletin board. A majority of them I had gathered during my years at Dalton. A place that I had felt welcomed. That I had felt accepted by those I went to school with - especially the Warblers.
That had changed now. Perhaps they hadn't known about the rock salt in the slushy but they hadn't stayed. As I took down picture after picture, I recalled that everyone of them had turned there backs on me. Had left me lying on the ground, in pain. Those weren't friends.
My fingers brushed a picture of me and Kurt in our Warblers uniforms back stage before Regionals the years before. I left that picture there, as well as the one of Wes and David. Those were still happy memories of my time with the group.
I took down the next picture - the one of the group from this year. Sebastian stood front and center of the group in the picture. I had thought of him as a friend. Had tried to be a friend, despite the protests of Kurt and he had repaid me by attempting to hurt my boyfriend. I knew I couldn't have that type of person in my life. Taking the picture down, I tore it in half and tossed it in the trash can. I was through with Sebastian. Through with holding onto the past. I had Kurt. I had the New Directions.
Looking at the few pictures left on the bulletin board I realized how lucky I was.