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This face? It’s not the face of a guy who wants to change anybody. It’s not the face of someone who’s malicious or neglectful or even rude with intention. For all of his flaws, Blaine has never given anyone a reason to hate him. He’s never done anything cruel. The only hurtful things he’s ever said were out of reflex, to protect himself, or because of a lack of tact, which many of the characters on Glee lack.
I see that face, and it never fails to surprise me when I think of how many people hate him. Why? Because he came in late in the game? Because he’s gotten solos when other characters got pushed to the wayside? How does any of this constitute hate? As a gay character on a very widely viewed and actually rather important television show, he should be lauded for what he is doing. For the good he’s done and will continue to do as the boyfriend of so many peoples’ favorite character and on his own.
Blaine has been through so much. On a show where Kurt’s father is accepting and loving and even Dave’s father looks past what he did to see the boy on the inside, Blaine is an outsider. He’s the one that’s different. His father doesn’t accept him for who he is, and I wager very few people did until he went to Dalton. He’s been a victim of violence. While Kurt’s been shoved into lockers, Blaine’s been beaten. He’s had the living crap kicked out of him. But he tries to keep his chin up and he tries. He tries to be strong for Kurt and look out for him, despite everything that happened to him.
So why the hate? On a show that’s trying to teach acceptance and tolerance, why do so many people hate Blaine Anderson? The kid who’s been through so much, but soldiers on. The kid with insecurities and flaws who manages to still point the much-beloved Kurt in the right direction. The kid who was bullied and tormented and ran away, but still tells everyone else to have courage. Courage that he wanted, but didn’t have until Prom.
I don’t get it. And I probably never will. Frankly, I don’t want to.
