(I'm not really sure where I got the idea for this. It's been floating around the interwebz for a while. I'm also really busy so I'm not sure how often this will be updated. Reveiws in the doobly-doo, I don't own Glee. Enjoy!)
No one knew what was going through Blaine's mind. Sure, he was still running on the adrenaline from the performance, but now he felt a mix of apprehension, nerves, hurt and anger. He tried to keep his face straight, he didn't really want to let anyone—especially Kurt—know he was on edge.
Most of the other boys from Dalton knew, but Kurt didn't. And Blaine wanted to keep it that way, at least for now.
The lights went down, Blaine took a steadying breath, let it out. Kurt had said Finn and Rachel always started with a moving ballad of some sort, but still... he'd see him sooner or later. And Blaine hoped with all his heart that it was later.
Kurt was nervously twitching beside Blaine, looking around, back to the stage and around again. He seemed more nervous then Blaine, and he had no reason to be. The Warblers had done spectacularly, gotten a standing ovation.
"Hey, what's wrong? Calm down a bit." Blaine whispered to Kurt, looking slowly at him. Kurt always managed to make Blaine feel a little better, his enthusiasm and adorableness in general. Who didn't love Kurt?
"I feel bad for leaving them, Rachel said their replacement isn't into this at all." Kurt's expressive face looked guilty. He frowned a bit, and looked at the stage again.
Before Blaine could answer the music started. Blaine looked at the curtain, expecting it to rise. But instead he heard a voice he knew quite well from behind. His whole body went rigid, but he forced himself to turn and look at what everyone in the crowd was looking at.
Sam, coming down the aisle, looking at some blonde girl walking down another aisle across from him.
Blaine bit his lip, forcing all those memories Sam's voice triggered back where they'd come from. He made himself look back up to where Sam and the blonde girl where practically all over each other, still singing. Sam looked like he was doing well, more than just well since he was pressing himself against a pretty blonde.
Blaine let his eyes fall to his hands clenched in his lap. He blinked, and was surprised to find tears, he brushed them away. And was glad no one was paying any attention to him, for once.
He couldn't help it, but this song. God, this song was taking him back to a time he'd rather forget.
He was sitting in the courtyard, reading a dog eared copy of Romeo and Juliet. Blaine noticed the way he sat apart from the others at Dalton, the way he was quieter and shyer than the rest of the boys. Blaine also noticed the way his sandy-brown hair fell in his eyes, and the way he would sing when he thought no one was listening.
Blaine thought this would be a good time as any to strike up a conversation with the quiet boy, since he was new and Blaine was a sophomore who knew his way around.
He walked over to the boy and sat next to him. He smiled at him, and extended a hand. "Blaine Andrews, you must be new here." Blaine gave the boy one of his lopsided grins.
The boy looked rather taken aback at Blaine's introduction, he obviously wasn't used to such outward people. But he got his act together quickly enough. "I'm Sam. Sam Evans. I just moved from Florida."
"Alligators?" Blaine asked, he was joking, but Sam didn't quite catch it. "I'm joking," Blaine said a minute later.
Sam looked flustered, he looked down at his book and then back to Blaine. "Um, changing the subject but, is everyone so, the same here?" he asked. "I mean, I don't know, but why do they try to make us all the same, fit into the same mold when we obviously don't?"
Blaine looked thoughtful, he paused before answering. "I know what you mean, I've been feeling it too. It's like they just want us all to become perfect, private schooled images. Ones they can put in their yearbooks and flaunt around. But I think by trying to get us all to be the same, they expect us to find ourselves, you know?"
Sam looked doubtful, he looked back at his shoes. "Well, I don't think it's working for me. I don't know who I am or supposed to be at all."
Blaine looked sideways at Sam, in the distance a bell rang. "I think you'll figure it out. Come on, let's get to class. Who do you have fourth period?" He stood and held out a hand to Sam again, but this time he was offering more than his name.
"Mr. Belle. West wing." Sam said before taking Blaine's hand. It felt right, he thought, holding Blaine's hand.
The next thing Blaine knew Kurt was standing and applauding his face alight with pride. Blaine stood too, and applauded New Directions also, even though he had no idea what had just happened.