1)The beginning
In the beginning, it was he who had chosen Glee club. He had announced it in front of the rest of the team, aloud. And now, that meant no going back. He had to follow through with his verbal promise. As in a contract he had "signed on the dotted line". Official.
Currently, he was stood in front of Mercedes, Kurt, Tina, Artie and the infamous Rachel Berry. When he saw Rachel's stern look, his stomach did some strange flip thing. At the time he couldn't recognise this feeling, fearing that he must have eaten something bad at lunch. Behind her stern look however, was a look of hope – this he recognised. It was as if he had already taken place as a leader. Stating to them his plan of action he had never felt like he had belonged to anything more than Glee.
He hadn't reckoned on the speed at which the other Glee clubbers would be back in the auditorium, prepared with costumes, dance moves and general all round enthusiasm. After an hour or so of practise they had found their feet, well he felt he could do with some practise with steps but they were in time and they sounded pretty good.
"Ok guys. Once more, then we will call it a day," as the others began their vocal intro he began to appreciate a mild smell in the air; apples. He loved apples. He chanced a glance to his left, not really knowing what he was looking for – a basket of apples perhaps. He then looked down to see the top of a head. This head belonged to Rachel Berry, and it took him a few moments to realise it was her who smelt so good. A small smile was curling on his lips; he really did love apples.
An increase in volume snapped his head back to its rightful place and he instinctively took a step forward and began to sing. This song meant so much to him. It reminded him of his relationship with his mother. Not only that, but it was beginning to gravitate an epic quality towards Glee club. As he danced and sung, he had never felt so alive, he felt himself singing as if no-one was watching and no one could question his ability. Rachel was smiling at him. She did that a lot when singing he noticed. It encouraged him. It made his heart feel light in his chest. He was beginning to become aware that his palms were becoming a bit sweaty. What was his body playing at? He hoped that Rachel would not notice.
He pulled her into one of many close moments he had with her during the song. She had appeared to have choreographed many of these "moments" into the dancing in this number. He wasn't complaining. For some reason, he enjoyed the closeness. She was smiling again. As if it were just them on stage together. The whole world seemed to stop.
But then she let go of his hand. His heart twinged. He continued singing with just as much fervour as before. He had to. He couldn't show himself faltering. Not in front of her. She was so professional. He really did like that about her.
With the last note he let his head drop. He couldn't hide his smile.