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After I came out to the glee club, I expected to be alone for the rest of high school. Maybe that's why I was surprised when Quinn and Santana showed up at my door. (Yes, they had congratulated me, but you never know how someone really feels inside).
"Can we come in? Its absoloty freezing out here yknow!" joked Santana, breaking my train of thought. Oh god, how long was I staring for?
"Oh my god yes! Im so sorry!" I apologised, before being met with the tightest hugs ever. We engaged in a bit of small talk before heading to my room, where I was practically quizzed.
"Sooooooooo..........you going to school tomorrow B? Quite a lot of the school still doesn't know, so we had an idea. It's been a while since we power-walked down the hall as the unholy trinity yknow? That way people will know not to mess with you." Quinn asked, practically pleading with puppy eyes. I sighed, I didn't even think about going to school after I came out - coming out to everyone will be different, we don't have the same bond as the glee club does, I can definitely expect more than a few slushies starting from tomorrow. Thinking about it, I am still a cheerio, and, I'm still a part of the unholy trinity, so maybe I might be safe. "I-I wasn't going to go to school tomorrow, buuuuut, I suppose I could with you guys" I smiled, having my two best friends smile back.
We chatted for hours, before realising it was way too late for the others to go home, so they decided to stay. Things hadn't changed much, we still shared the same bed, with me spooning Santana whilst Quinn pretended to be repulsed by us. The only difference now was how I dressed, instead of my repulsingly female pyjamas, I now slept in boxers and an old Nirvana shirt that was 4 times my size and had defiantly seen better days. Oh, and I slept with my packer in.
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We woke up on time, with no cheerios practice today, it meant I could focus on my appearance. After all, this was my big moment. After checking everything was in place for about the 100th time, we were ready to leave, and with every step closer to the school, my nerves kept getting stronger. Eventually, we reached the entrance "Actually, i might leave this till next week." I nervously stated, before being grabbed by the arms and dragged into the building. People were staring at me, I could tell. We walked to our lockers and I suddenly got nervous opening it - it still had pictures of her, I didn't want to see them. San and Q must've noticed, as they opened my locker, took out the pictures and grabbed my textbooks for me. I gave them a smile and we headed off to class. Luckily, it was Spanish with Mr Schue. We walked in and we were shocked to see Mr Schue there early, making me a brand new book for me to write in, with all my work from the year, with the name Blake on the front. That's all it took for me to cry. Do people actually accept me?