The resounding sound of a frighteningly overused gavel caught Blaine's attention and snapped him back into reality.

"Ah, it's nice to know you're still with us," Wes smirked from his seat behind the council table. Ever since he had been elected to the council at the beginning of September, less than two months earlier, he had taken every opportunity to embarrass Blaine and lord his power over him. The same went for David, of course, who was also smirking at Blaine.

"Well, we can't expect him to pay attention for too long, can we, Wes?" David reasoned. "Blaine obviously has places he'd rather be."
Blaine managed to look put out by this suggestion, but he couldn't help but think that it was true. While he loved singing and he loved the brotherly camaraderie that the Warblers shared, sometimes he wished they would liven up a little bit. Especially during these god awful council meetings. Blaine regularly wanted to poke himself in the eyes during them, if only to add a little bit of excitement. Blaine's thoughts started to drift off a little bit as he heard Wes resume the speech he was previously given.
"So, I've managed to find out a bit earlier who our competition is going to be at Sectionals this year." Blaine perked up at this, because he was definitely interested in learning about their rivals for the upcoming competition. "We will be facing the Hipsters, a choir made up entirely of elderly people and..." Wes continued. He was interrupted however, by an outbreak of snorting laughter from the typically well mannered boys.
"Now now, don't laugh," David said. "They could be really talented." His attempt to rebuke the boys fell short, however, as he failed to keep his own grin off his face.
Wes chuckled a little bit at his best friend's amusement and attempted to announce the name of their other rival show choir once everyone had settled down. "We will also be up against the McKinley High New Directions, who last year.."
"Hold on," Blaine interjected with a smirk. "Did you say we're facing the Nude Erections?"
"No, Blaine," Wes sighed as everyone else howled with laughter. "Get your mind out of the gutter. I said we're up against the New. Directions. Who I've heard are quite good. They made it to Regionals last year, but they came in third against Vocal Adrenaline."
"Do you know anything specific about them?" David inquired.
"All I've heard is that they're very loose when they perform. Very energetic."
Blaine's interest was piqued when Wes said this, because Wes was describing New Directions as exactly what Blaine wished the Warblers to be. He was thinking that he wanted to learn more about this McKinley group, when he realized, "Hey, McKinley? Isn't that where Sam transferred to?"
A look of comprehension passed over Wes and David's faces and there were murmurs of assent across the room. "You're right, Blaine. I should call Sam later and see if he knows anything about them," Wes said.
Or, I could go scope them out myself, Blaine thought. After all, New Directions sounded like an interesting glee club, and Blaine was intrigued by the idea of seeing them in person before having to face them at Sectionals.
So, Blaine decided that after school, he was going to go check out the New Directions. McKinley wasn't far from Dalton. In fact, it was where Blaine would have attended if he had chosen to go to public school. However, after he was bullied incessantly at the middle school in his old town, his parents had thought Dalton to be the better option.
Blaine was also curious to see the school where his friend and former classmate Sam Evans now attended, after he had been forced to transfer due to his parents' financial issues. Blaine's thoughts remained focused on his planned trip to McKinley for the remainder of the Warbler meeting, and he was quick to rush out of the room as soon as Wes smugly banged his gavel and announced, "Meeting adjourned."
Blaine smiled to himself as he climbed into his car, excited to get a glimpse at a glee club with a different dynamic than his own.