HI! ok so this idea came to me while I was on the bus to school – typical. that's where I usually get my ideas. ok, anyway- lets get on with it
1. I do NOT own anything in this story (glee, any characters or songs)
**2. KLAINE HAS NEVER MET BEFORE **
enjoy.
Blaine Anderson woke up on Thursday morning with a huge headache. Last night, the Warblers had gotten a little crazy during a game of Truth or Dare and Blaine was pretty sure that Trent had hit him in the head with a shovel. Feeling the back of his head, a large bump had formed and figured his memory was true. Blaine fell back onto his pillow and sighed. He didn't have to be at class until 11, and his roommate Thad had already bolted at about 6 am to run – the usual routine. Blaine turned his head to the clock and saw 10:30 flashing across the small digital screen.
"SHIT" he huffed under his breath as he threw off his comforter and bolted into the bathroom. He had a half hour to shower and be ready for the day – and be at his Physics class on the other side of campus. Challenge Accepted.
He hopped in and out of the shower to wake up, ditched the usual overdose of hair gel needed to tame his wild curls, threw on his jacket and ran out the door. He made it to his class with 3 minutes to spare.
As he hurriedly scrambled to find a seat, he found his two best friends smirking at him and laughing under their breath.
"Nice hair wild child" Wes Montgomery jeered condescendingly.
"Hey, I like it – he should keep it that way more often!" He smiled at David Thompson, his always reliable wingman-thankful that someone was on his side this morning.
"Oversleep?" he questioned.
"Yup. I got up a half hour ago…surprised I made it on time" Blaine answered back, unpacking his textbooks as the teacher strode through the door.
After class, Blaine stalked out of the classroom making his way towards the cafeteria. Suddenly, he felt that he was not alone and looked to see that he was being ambushed – a Wes and David on each side.
"You're coming with us tonight right?" Wes asked
Blaine was confused.
"Coming where with who?"
"I told you last week! One of our competitors for sectionals is holding an open Invitational tonight? David and I are going to scope out the talent? You said you would come? Any of this ringing the slightest of bells?"
Oh yeah, Wes had said something about that last week, but Blaine had just said yes to shut him up – he wasn't actually comfortable with going to spy on another club, but he had nothing better to do.
"Oh – right that. Yeah…what time is it?" Blaine asked trying to cover himself up.
"7:30 in Lima. That's a good 2 hours away. I know you have no other classes today, so I figure we can leave at about 4:30 and go get some dinner out there. Dress cool, no uniform – it'll give us away. Anyone asks who we are, we're Rachel's cousins."
"And who on earth is Rachel?" Blaine asked, clearly amused.
"the girl who posted about it on the Ohio Regional Show Choir Blog" Wes replied matter-of-factly.
Blaine and David couldn't hold back their laughs "DUDE you're such a nerd! But yeah ok I'll be ready by 4…but seriously whats so special about these guys?"
This time, David was quick to respond, "Because my dear Blainers-there are girls there. There are no girls here. Therefore, we are going to see the pretty girls sing"
Blaine laughed, "but why exactly am I going?"
Wes responded "Because man, it's a show choir- there oughta be one gay guy in there somewhere!"
Blaine could only stifle a laugh, because he kinda hoped it was true. As much as he would deny it to the others, he always felt pretty lonely when some of the Warblers would have their girlfriends come to events and performances to cheer them on. Blaine wanted that, he wanted that more than he would care to admit
Blaine finished his lunch and went back to his dorm. He wanted to look good, just in case Wes and David were right and there was a decent looking guy in this club. Even though they probably wouldn't come in contact with the performers, he didn't want to look like a slob.
He chose a olive green polo over dark wash jeans and Puma sneakers. He looked just about as low-key casual that he figured Lima would have. He chose to play it safe just in case there was any drama or violence – he didn't want to stir the pot.
He met Wes and David in the car lot and they all entered Wes' Escalade, ready for the 2 hour drive to Lima.
The three boys arrived in Lima at 6:45 and got dinner at an Italian place called Breadstix. The place was packed – and the boys figured it was the only decent place to eat out in Lima. As they finished dinner, they drove to McKinley and entered the school, searching for the auditorium.
They stood in front of a door labeled "The April Rhodes Civic Pavillion" and stood with the growing crowd of what looked like relatives and the occasional group of students.
Wes and David were looking around observantly and were suddenly met with 3 girls who seemed to be in a rush. The girls looked at them and smiled sweetly.
Wes and David were in heaven.
There were 2 blonds and a Latina with dark hair who looked Blaine up and down before winking and linking pinkies with the blond next to her. The girls were dressed in red and white cheerleading outfits and Wes was drooling. Before they got an opportunity to speak, a tall boy with coiffed chestnut hair was bolting past them.
"GUYS STOP FLIRTING WE'RE LATE LETS GO", he screamed as he ran down the hall.
The girls pouted and the Latina shouted out
"Ay Hummel, don't get your lace panties in a bunch we're coming".
They began walking down the hall when one of the blondes with warm brown eyes shouted,
"You guys are really hot!" and the three girls giggled and ran away faster.
As they turned away, Wes and David stared after them, mouths open and hormones raging. As they turned around, they saw that Blaine had his eyes squinted in the way of the girls, a quizzical look over his face.
"You see Blaine, this place isn't bad at all! Even you're looking at them. Holy crap they were hot" Wes said enthusiastically.
Blaine was thinking about the guy who had ran past, his voice was so melodic even when he was running, and his hair – from the back – was so perfect. Too bad he hadn't even seen his face, or knew his name. He knew Hummel had to be his last name. Something Hummel. The thought quickly faded and he walked into the theatre
They sat in their seats and Blaine talked to Wes and David about those girls and figured they were in the club. After what seemed like hours of useless chitchat, the lights dimmed.
A blonde boy with a giant mouth came to the front of the stage with a microphone in hand. Blaine's gaydar went off and figured this was the only gay guy in the club – and he wasn't even Blaine's type. Oh well, maybe next time, Blaine accepted in his head, although disappointed.
The boy began to introduce the club and explained how all members of the club would be performing a solo or duet to show the individual strengths of the group. He also explained how all of the songs performed would be by a singer of the opposite gender: boys singing songs usually performed by girls, and vice versa.
Blaine was actually anticipating the performances and figured he would let himself enjoy it.
First out on stage was a small girl in a black dress. The stage was completely empty except for a piano and herself. She sang a haunting version of "Stars" from Les Miserables, and Blaine was in awe of the small girl's talent. Wes and David obviously had no idea what the song was, but they both seemed equally amazed by the girl.
A couple of performances passed after that, including a small Asian girl singing a song Blaine had never heard before, a tall Asian boy who had to be one of the greatest dancers Blaine had ever seen in his life dancing with one of the blondes from outside-an amazing dancer herself, and a boy with a Mohawk rapping with a kid in a wheelchair. Though all of these performances were thoroughly entertaining, Blaine was waiting for something to blow him away like the little girl had at the start of the show.
A curvy dark-skinned waltzed onstage and sang "Ordinary People" by John Legend, and blew the rafters off the place. Blaine and the boys gave her a standing ovation, along with the rest of the theatre. She smiled a cheeky grin and walked offstage, only to be replaced with the other blonde and the Latina from outside. Wes and David shot up in their seats, being extremely attentive. Blaine could only laugh, I mean, they were pretty, but he had never seen them act so much like dogs!
The girls rocked out along with the Mohawk boy and another tall boy on drums to Maroon 5's "Harder to Breathe", and lets just say that Wes and David were finding it hard to breathe, speak and think rationally. Even Blaine would admit that it was pretty sexy.
Then there was blonde boy again, talking talking talking and Blaine was getting tired. This had been going on for about an hour and a half, so he figured it would be over soon. Suddenly, a tall figure in sinfully skinny jeans was walking onto stage. Blaine shot up and could feel Wes and David smirking at him, but he couldn't see them. He couldn't really see anything but this guy in front of him.
He had the same coiffed chestnut hair and Blaine automatically recognized him as the guy from the hallway. Now that he could see his face, Blaine couldn't look away and found himself even more enraptured than before. His eyes were a shocking shade of blue that Blaine could see even from the somewhat far away seat that he had. He had a small bit of curves on his hips and his arms seemed extremely muscular in the short sleeved button down shirt he had on. The shirt was covered by a silver vest; and the outfit was finished off with some shiny black boots. Blaine audibly gulped- this guy was too into fashion to be straight and that melodic voice was not like anything he'd ever heard before. Then he started singing.
He sat on a small stool in front of a mic stand as one of the band members got an acoustic guitar and sat behind him. As he started singing, Blaine's mouth fell open in awe. This guy was a countertenor. He had never actually heard a countertenor live and was amazed at the pure effortlessness of it. As he began to sing, Blaine could feel the pure longing in his voice and it made him want to cry.
Where have all the good men gone and where are all the gods?
Wheres the street wise Hercules to fight the rising odds?
Isnt there a white night upon a shining steed?
Late at night I toss and turn and dream of what I need
I need a hero
I'm holding out for a hero til the end of the night
he's gotta be strong, he's gotta be fast, and he's gotta be fresh from the fight
I need a hero
I'm holding out for a hero til the morning light
He's gotta be sure, he's gotta be soon, and he's gotta be larger than life
Some are after midnight, in my wildest fantasies
Some are just beyond my reach, someone's reaching back at me
racing on the thunder and rising with the heat
isn't there a superman to sweep me off my feet?
I'll meet a hero
and we'll dance until the morning light
dreaming he'll lead me
held tight, tonight's the night
I need a hero
I'm holding out for a hero til the morning light
He's gotta be sure, he's gotta be soon, and he's gotta be larger than life.
Maybe tonight….
The way that the boy's voice sounded as he effortlessly hit the high and low notes, so raw with emotion, made Blaine the first to stand up and give the boy an ovation. Wes and David stood as well, large smiles on their faces.
Blaine couldn't focus on the small amount of performance left, all he could think about was that amazing boy onstage and how he wanted to be his hero.
After the performance, the boys waited for the performers to come out and talk, but after 20 minutes, Wes and David grew impatient and wanted to leave. Blaine was disappointed because he really wanted to meet that guy, but obliged and spent the 2 hour drive home thinking about this amazing boy.
Little did Blaine know that mere seconds after they walked out the door, Kurt Hummel would be wandering around the building trying to find his dad, Santana and Quinn in tow.
Kurt's song is "Holding Out For a Hero" by Ella Mae Bowen from the new 'Footloose' movie