Post by BLAINE JOSEPH ANDERSON on Jul 16, 2011 10:53:19 GMT -5
MR. Blaine Joseph Anderson
17 | Dalton Academy| Darren Criss
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" Hi there! My name is Blaine Anderson, Not Blaine Warbler, as my friends at McKinley High seem to think. I'm seventeen years old, which means I am entering my senior year at Dalton Academy. I'm the lead singer of the Dalton Warblers which, contrary to what you might think, is not a gay group. I, however, am gay. Out and proud since 2009. I also sing at Six Flags over the summer which is, frankly, pretty humiliating, but hey, it's a job."
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I guess you could say that I walk a difficult line between pride in my identity and sensibility. While I've never hidden my sexuality, nor have I flaunted it in front of those who might not approve. Difficult experiences at my previous high school led me to be somewhat cautious, not wanting to stir the pot any more than is necessary. As such, I'm not “overly queeny.” When not on stage, I mostly just wish to just blend in as part of the crowd.
On the other hand, few who know me would indicate that the lead singer of the Warblers is anything but sure of himself. Though I would not quite admit it to my friends, I do love being the center of attention, particularly when spotlighted on a stage. While I initially had insecurities over my ability to command the stage, that is now where I feel the most confident. For all my flaws, I know I has the stage presence needed to lead the Warblers to great things, like, for instance, hopefully to Nationals.
Speaking of nationals, I am in a fantastic relationship with a team member of the Warbler's biggest competition. Kurt Hummel. I knew Kurt had a thing for me for a while, but for some reason, I didn't see him like I do now. Maybe I was just scared of actually being in a relationship. Regardless, telling him how I felt was one of the best things I have ever done. It can be hard sometimes, since Lima is sort of far away, but we are making it work, and hopefully will go to college either at the same school, or at least in the same city.
College, now that is a subject that terrifies me. I've been a pretty good student at a tough school, and in my humble opinion, I'm reasonably talented, so I know I have a lot of choices. Having options is great, but it means I have a tough decision ahead of me. I know Kurt wants to go to New York, but I'm not quite so sure."
" I was born into a relatively cushy upper-middle class family, in which I lived a relatively cushy upper-middle class life. Save a mild obsession with 1950’s musicals, I seemed like a pretty normal kid. Even when I came out in high school, my life remained pretty sane. My parents were reasonably supportive, though my mother moreso than my father. I always felt that his father would like nothing more than to somehow coax that gay out of me, whether it was through watching college sports, or working on cars. I knew this was not possible, but humored my father nonetheless.
Not everyone, however, was so supportive. Shortly after coming out, I asked out the only other gay kid at school to a high school dance The evening went by wonderfully, until a group of bigoted bullies approached us, and “beat the living crap out of us.” Shortly after, I transferred to a private school with a zero tolerance policy known as Dalton Academy. There, I thrived, easily falling into the role of lead singer at the Dalton Warblers. I felt more at ease, knowing that the school had my back. Soon after, I met Kurt Hummel, a member of the rival glee club known as the New Directions. I convinced Kurt, who was being similarly bullied, to transfer to Dalton. While I was at first oblivious to Kurt’s feelings toward me, eventually we became an couple. Even now that Kurt has transferred back to his old school, we remain an item, though where the future leads, no one knows."
" I go by Rex. I have been roleplaying since the Dawn of Time and can be reached either by PM, or by AIM at Rexman711."
" It was summer before senior year. It was meant to be the beginning of a year-long celebration of coming of age. Everything, every moment spent with friends, every kiss, every sip of alcohol, every teenage betrayal, every time the spotlight shone brightly on a person's face, felt bigger and more important than ever. As students tried, and mostly failed, to set the course they wanted for their lives, emotions were heightened to absolutely unreasonable heights. Blaine Anderson, too, was beginning to feel the pressure of the year before him building as he prepared for life outside of Dalton Academy.
He was a relatively lucky one. He attended a private school, had a passable GPA, a fair amount of talent and his parents had money. He knew he could get out of Ohio, but where the compass pointed was still a bit hazy to him. The fact of the matter was, Blaine was scared to leave his cozy private school. It was warm and inviting, and he never had to worry about getting pushed around. While Kurt had always felt that his individuality was stifled by the Dalton uniform, Blaine felt comfort in it. It was nice to be one of the crowd, at least in the small things.
Blaine sat, hand pressed against his temples, staring mindlessly at a computer screen. He was searching for the perfect college. He had not exactly gotten far in his screening process. He knew that he wanted to go somewhere in a city that appreciated the arts, but compared to Ohio that was just about any place. Clicking his favorited college, he sighed, realizing that even after what he considered careful pruning, he still had some 80 colleges to sift through. 80 college visits hardly seemed feasible.
Feeling a vibration in his pocket, Blaine smiled at first when he saw that Kurt had sent him a text message. The smile quickly changed to a look of dread, however, when he realized that he had completely lost track of time. Leaping like a gazelle out of his computer chair, Blaine bolted for the door. The Warbler had not even brushed his teeth yet, and his curly hair was as unkempt as a lion's mane. He had mints in the car, at least.
Thankfully there was no traffic, but the Lima Bean was not quite at the end of his street, either. Whipping out his phone while stopped at a redlight, he frantically texted, Eeek! So sorry. Running late. B there soon....love you! He hoped that the last two words would at least help stifle any frustration Kurt felt over Blaine's tardiness. He had made good time, he had to admit, but he was still about 20 minutes late.
He took just a moment to admire his boyfriend, who had elected for a spot by the window. Kurt had obviously spent some time on his appearance, and as a result, looked rather wonderful. Blaine looked at himself in the mirror, almost embarrassed that he was in jeans and a Dalton t-shirt. God, he almost looked straight. Taking a deep breath, he approached his boyfriend from behind, landing a quick kiss on the cheek before the other boy could notice him. "Kurt, I'm so so so so sorry. I've been looking forward to this all week, I was just looking at colleges and got completely distracted." he said, taking a seat across the table. "Do you want me to get you another one? he asked, indicated to Kurt's no doubt mostly empty cup. "
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