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“Anderson, Blair,” the teacher called, looking around. Blaine almost didn’t answer…but that would mean being counted absent, and he hadn’t been absent in months. He reluctantly raised his hand, causing a few girls to look over at him. He tucked his arms back against his chest, fully aware of the girls whispering about the girl wearing guy clothes ( Read more... )

Based on this prompt by herBlaine groaned in frustration, flipping through his closet. Dresses, dresses, dresses! Nothing but dresses and skirts. He finally tore into a trashbag full of old clothes that were going to goodwill and pulled out a pair of jeans that his mother had thrown away because they were “too ragged”. He thought they were just ( Read more... )