Even though all judgement had fallen upon the Dalton Warblers over that steroids fiasco at Sectionals that year, Blaine couldn’t shake the shock off his mind. He just couldn’t believe that the boys he had once considered his family would go to such a low blow to try and get the victory. It was a sad thing, since Blaine was totally convinced that they could have won fair and square, no need of chemical enhancements. He frowned highly at Hunter Clarington for pulling that, for having the influences to make that happen, and also, why not, to his former classmates for lending themselves to allow that to happen. And although everything was cheers and celebrations at the choir room in McKinley, Blaine didn’t feel like being part of it, and his down expression was a proof of that. Blaine was now a man on a mission, therefore he knew exactly what to do next. He would go to Dalton the following day to try and find out what the hell had happened.
By the time he arrived to Dalton the next morning, the boys were already in class. He could remember the school’s schedule well enough to know that much, and there were only a small handful of boys wandering around the hallways, either on their way to the library, or the common room, whatever. His eyes wandered also, all around to try and see if he could see Sebastian Smythe, the one person he wanted to talk to that day. They had grown closer ever since they met, nearly a year ago, and Blaine felt like he was the one who could give him some answers, for example, where he could find Hunter to give him a piece of his mind.
He paced himself all the way through the school, and out to where a small courtyard was, a place he knew very well. There he would often go so he could find a quiet, alone place to study while being out in the fresh air. It was a place that not everyone went to that much, and as he stepped out in it and took a deep breath, from the corner of his eye he saw a crouching figure behind a three foot cement wall, and his brow reached his hairline when he saw who that was. He walked up to him so he could greet him, but what he saw made him freeze on the spot. “Sebastian?... What are you doing?” A look of disbelief fell onto his face as he looked at the other boy, and what he was doing.
