mason.

“It’s not the most ideal considering Madison wouldn’t be able to go to Dalton with me,” he explained quietly, clearing his throat and glancing around the room to avoid confronting how awful he felt. He muttered about how ‘he was sure some people would make a huge deal about Madison not going if Mason went and then muttered more about transphobic assholes under his breath. – && Mason never cursed, but this situation just made him want to even more. He hated people that made him uncomfortable. 

“Don’t get me wrong, B– I love this school, I do. I have Titan pride all the way through and through and I love the New Directions but at times it can be unbearable. Between the hockey jerks– er, excuse me jocks and even Coach Sue, I’m just getting…” he sighed and slumped into an empty desk. “I’m getting tired of it all. I just want a place where at least I feel I’m going to be listened to if I speak up about an issue. Here since Coach Sue has the majority of the power due to the Cheerios and their boosters, I’ll just be digging myself a bigger grave and everyone knows it.”

Glancing at the other, the brunet ran his hands through his hair and ruffled it up a bit. “I haven’t even told Madison I’m thinking about transferring. She’ll flip.” It just felt so suffocating around McKinley sometimes.

Blaine heard the mumbles from some students about Mason.  None of the ones who didn’t understand seemed to want to make many strides to try to. Not all.  But most.  Most in the way that it borderlines on all but what else can anyone expect from McKinley?  Where just as you think you make leaps and bounds on being accepted?  Someone armed with a slushie and a bevvy of words that are sure to make you want to crawl into a hole and never come out comes along to take that progress and shove it down your throat with the bitter pill of intolerance. 

And it was a horrible thought but he was fairly certain that the student body as a whole–not his friends and a few more enlightened others or outcasts of different degrees–were up to the challenge.  He’d love to say they were making a difference. Maybe they were.  But it’d be a long, long time in the making. Then there were kids like Mason.  Who were put through hell and still could unblinkingly say that they had pride for the very place that hurt them over and over.  Those were the people that’d change this school.  Someday. 

Moments like this made Blaine ache for Dalton.  He didn’t ‘regret’ his–now two time–choice and he wouldn’t stay it out loud if he did.  The New Directions would probably go back to being suspicious that he was ready to leave at the drop of a hat.  Mason though?  Mason deserved truth, safety and nothing but the love and happiness he projected to anyone within a five foot radius.  How anyone could hurt him just dug under Blaine’s nails to the point–it really pissed him off.  Taking him by the hand–Blaine stepped closer. 

“Listen, Mason.  Your sister loves you and she’s going to want you to be safe and happy.  I know what it’s like to suffocate in an open hallway and no one is taking the time to help you.  And the only place I never felt that way was Dalton.”  God, he wished he had something better than transferring to give Mason.  But boiled down?  Dalton was the best place for him to be.  “I mean. Dalton isn’t perfect.  It has it’s issues but as far as feeling safe there? And heard?  McKinley can’t compare.  It’s going to be a long time before it could even try..” Blaine pursed his lips, feeling guilty for saying things so bluntly but..Mason asked and this was how he felt.