Her chuckle was dangerous, cutting through the silenced studio. He retained her undivided attention, and no one wanted to draw that onto themselves. She had almost been finished tearing this kid a new one, but that tone. As she circled him, she could feel his anger rising. He was making this fun for her.
“Oh, wow!” she said, her expression wickedly delighted. She wanted to see how far she could push him before he lashed out in frustration. Better for him to find out in class and learn how to deal with it than make her mistake out there. “You got some guts after all. Okay. If you aren’t homesick, what’s your problem? Or do you just suck?”
She was still coming for him? Blaine listened to Rachel suffer through her first six months with this woman. He should have expected nothing less than her ‘trial by fire’ attitude. But this? This was hitting him at the worst time possible and he was quickly losing whatever patience he was desperately clinging onto. If only out of respect for her position because she was rapidly losing it for anything else.
Blaine knew how people like her worked. He’d suffered worse by others who were better at it and far crueler. And also helped someone else do the same. A bully was a bully. Regardless of the wrappings. Or position at a prestigious arts school his family was paying a lot of money for him to be at to learn. Not to have a psychoanalysis done by someone who at one point? Was a psycho. Could you really say it was past tense listening to this conversation, though?
“I’m sorry but I fail to see how any of this,” he gestured towards the room beyond them by letting his hand fall free from where it was behind his back to gesture towards the room, “has anything to do with my personal life.” His tongue ran along the roof of his mouth like he was coaxing down the last bitter pill of tolerance he had left. “I apologized. I said I’d do better and it will not happen again. Can we, please, move on?”
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