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This chapter's a little shorter, but I hope you like it!
"So, what was it like? Growing up in New York?", Kurt asked Dylan as the three of them
sat down at a table with their coffee.
"I loved it there", Dylan replied. "I went to this performing arts school that my dad taught at, it was so much fun. It was just an elementary school, though, which sucked. I could've stayed there forever."
"What did your dad teach?", Blaine asked.
"He taught a very simple music class. The majority of his time there was just him playing the piano and singing to us. We all loved it, though."
Blaine was about to say something else when another boy approached their table. He was tall with dark blonde hair and a Warbler jacket.
"Ah, Kurt, Blaine", he said. Dylan knew the guy looked familiar, but he couldn't place him.
"What do you want Sebastian?", Blaine asked.
Sebastian Smythe. Dylan knew his daughter from competitions. He hated her.
"Just wanted to say hello", Sebastian said with a smirk. Dylan caught his attention. "Oh, who's this? Finally find someone to complete your threesome?"
Dylan could've vomited at the thought.
"I'm Dylan", he said, trying to ignore his gag reflex. "Just transferred to McKinley. Nice to meet you."
Sebastian looked between Dylan and Blaine.
"Are you two related? He's a lot like you, Blaine."
Without another word, Sebastian walked away.
"That was weird", Dylan said. "Who is he?" He was interested in how they would describe the man they would hate for years and years to come.
"Sebastian Smythe", Blaine explained, ignoring his boyfriend's angry expression. "He goes to my old school, Dalton Academy. He's—"
"The worst", Kurt finished. Dylan knew that his dads didn't like Sebastian, but seeing it first hand was different. He had never seen Kurt so angry before.
"But, anyway", Blaine continued as if they were never interrupted. "Is it weird having one of your parents teach at your school?"
Oh, if you only knew.
In Dylan's time, Blaine was the coach of the Glee club Dylan was a part of.
"A little. My dad and I are really close, though."
They continued talking, mostly about living in New York, for another half hour until Kurt said he had to go. Blaine got up to leave, too.
Dylan was left alone, wondering where, exactly, he would sleep that night.