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Cold. That was the only thing he could think of at the moment. If he had been coherent, he would have heard Santana Lopez and other football players laughing and other students gasping as they walked by. He was sure they never would have expected Blaine Anderson to be slushied.

The day had just gone from bad to worse and it wasn't even first period yet. It had all started yesterday when he and Kurt had done their Great Gatsby presentation for their class. Everything had gone perfectly. Everyone had looked amazing in their costumes they had borrowed from the theater department and the cheerios dance number had been just what they needed to really make their project go above and beyond expectations. Blaine had been a little surprised it had gone so well considering he and Kurt hadn't been talking much since their fight in the hallway. He figured it was for the best anyways. The less time he associated with Kurt Hummel the better. Everything went crashing down when Sue pulled Blaine into her office later that day declaring that Blaine was off the Cheerios. He could have sworn that she was joking about the whole thing, but apparently she had already been watching him as he worked with Kurt on the project and she wasn't a fan. But Blane bringing the cheerios into help with the project without getting permission from Sue was where he had crossed the line. Blaine protested, but Sue was firm in her decision, cutting him from the team until he could show he could be trusted again.

It wasn't fair. He hadn't done anything wrong, but it was near impossible to go up against Sue Sylvester especially once she had made a decision.  So, Blaine had come to school wearing normal clothes, hating that it felt like everyone was staring at him as he walked by. He missed the protection of his uniform. He always felt like nothing could stop him or get in his way when he had it on. Now he just felt vulnerable. Then, to make the day even worse, there were posters with pictures and pictures of every size strewn around the halls. Upon closer look to his horror he realized, they were pictures of him. Pictures of him getting very friendly with guys at parties - kissing and making out with them. But of course all of the guys had heir faces removed from the pictures so you couldn't tell who they were. This couldn't be happening. Blaine felt like he wanted to be sick. No. He was going to wait until college to come out. He would be somewhere like New York where being gay wasn't a big deal at all and it would be on his terms. Not like this.This was the very last thing he wanted. He began tearing down posters, but it was too late. The damage was done. He was already getting gay comments directed at him when people passed by. This was Santana's doing. He couldn't think of anyone else that would do something like this to him. He held back tears as he turned to head towards the trash can to throw away the posters he had torn down when it hit him. The ice cold of a slushie that took his breath away and burned his eyes. He heard Santana laughing as he dropped the posters he had been holding on the floor and quickly made his way into the bathroom.