AN- Welcome back!
So, I will admit, I have had an urge to write this for a while after that horrid debacle that was season 3 but I didn't get the rage-motivation to do this until the episode that shall never be named ever again that ruined not only Klaine but Blaine's characterization. I realized I had the power to fix it; I had a series!
So, without further ado, I present to you guys AU Season 3.
I hope you like it.
Blaine fixes his bowtie in the mirror and checks the gel in his hair one last time before shooting his reflection a wide smile. His dad comes up from behind him, clasping his shoulder with a grin.
"Senior year. Best year of your high school life. You ready for it?"
"Of course," Blaine nods. "I'm more worried about Michael; it's his freshmen year."
"He's an Anderson, he'll be fine."
"Thanks for the vote of confidence, Blaine."
They look up and see Michael trotting down the stairs, smoothing down his shirt and tousling his already messy hair. Blaine doesn't hesitate when he reaches out to mess his hair up even more and laughs when Michael swats at him.
"If you need anything, your brother and all his friends will be there. Right Blaine?"
"Course."
William nods, satisfied. "You guys should get out of here. You still have to pick up Kurt, right?"
"Yup!" Blaine walks over to the door and grabs his keys. "Let's go, little bro."
Michael grabs his father's shoulder and looks at him solemnly. "It was nice knowing you, Pop."
Blaine rolls his eyes and grabs the back of his shirt, hauling him out the door.
Kurt douses his hair in another spray of hairspray just as Finn walks behind him, causing his step brother to fall into a coughing fit.
"Jeez, Kurt, do you really need so much?"
"Yes."
"Right. So, did you need a ride to school cause I'm gonna go pick up Rachel and we're gonna make out a little before school since her dads have cracked down on our make-out time since they came home early once and we were kind of-"
"I don't want to know," Kurt assures. "And, no, Blaine's coming to get me."
"Aw, cool," Finn beams. "Then I'll see you at school, little brother."
"Hey, wait," Kurt calls and Finn stops in the doorway, "Did you set up your college appointment with Miss Pillsbury?"
Finn makes a face. "Why? It's been summer for the last three months."
"Finn, I love you but if anyone needs guidance this year it's you. I mean, just last week you admitted you hadn't even picked any schools to think about yet."
"I," Finn doesn't meet Kurt's eyes, "I totally know, dude. I've got a plan. And stuff."
"Finn-"
"I have to go or I'll be late. See ya."
He pats Kurt's shoulder because he has learned to never touch Kurt's hair ever, and hollers a goodbye to Burt and Carole. Kurt puts the hairspray in his bag and walks into the kitchen where his dad and stepmom are eating breakfast.
"Senior year," Carole tells him, looking excited. "Are you looking forward to it?"
"I'm looking forward to graduating and getting the heck out of here," Kurt admits. "That's all I can think of."
"Well, don't be in too much of a hurry to leave," Burt jokes. "We kind of like having you around."
Kurt laughs. "Only kind of?"
"Why don't you sit down and join your old man for breakfast, huh?"
Just as Kurt begins to settle down in his chair, a horn outside honks and he's back on his feet. "There's Blaine! I'll see you guys after school, love ya."
He bolts out of the house before they can respond and his smile almost splits his face when he sees Blaine sitting in the driver's seat. He slips into the passenger seat and leans over to kiss Blaine.
"You are not allowed to go on a family vacation during the last two weeks of summer ever again."
"Deal," Blaine murmurs against his lips, tilting his head for a deeper kiss.
Michael clears his throat loudly. "Dude, I do not want to see this."
Blaine makes a frustrated noise when he pulls away from Kurt and glares back at his brother. Kurt, flushed, just smiles into the backseat. "Hey, Michael. Are you excited for high school?"
"Bursting with it," Michael deadpans.
Blaine pulls out of the Hummel driveway and sets off toward the school. "Don't let him fool you, he spent the last two weeks bugging me about McKinley."
"And Quinn," Michael adds. "Don't forget Quinn."
Kurt frowns. "I don't think I've heard from her since my pool party, to be honest."
"I haven't either. I assumed someone did."
"So, did you schedule a meeting with Miss Pillsbury to go over your college options?"
"Uh," Blaine chuckles. "No? School hasn't even started yet…"
"You can never be too prepared. I set up my appointment on the last day of school last year; college is a big deal, Blaine. And the sooner we start filling out applications and sending them out, the better."
"Blaine still doesn't know where he wants to go to college," Michael informs them.
"Shut up, Michael."
Kurt hides a smile and takes Blaine's free hand. He feels Blaine squeeze back.
They walk into school hand in hand because they're both pretty much over their narrow-minded classmates. After prom last year, nothing anything could say could possibly bring them down. Blaine escorts Kurt to his locker and leans against the ones next to it.
"I'm floundering," he admits.
Kurt raises an eyebrow in cue for him to continue.
"I have no idea what I want to do, Kurt. Where to go to college, what I want to do in college. I mean, I know I want to go to New York. To be with you. But other than that…"
"You should meet with Miss Pillsbury; I'm sure she can help you figure something out," Kurt suggests. "And, you know, I'm here too. I can help."
Blaine presses his forehead against Kurt's. "You wanna help after school, maybe? Before your parents get home."
"Blaine Anderson, are you implying something here?"
"Really, really hard."
Kurt smiles and kisses him quick, glancing around on instinct.
"You two make all us singles look bad."
Both boys glance over as Mercedes walks up to them, smiling widely.
"Uh, last I checked Miss Jones, you were not single," Kurt teases in undertone.
"I know but I have to keep up appearances," she winks.
"Where is the hidden lover boy?"
"He's," she stops and pulls her phone out of her pocket, "Down the hallway. He told me I look nice today."
The three of them turn in unison and see Sam standing at his locker, trying for nonchalant and grinning broadly when he notices Mercedes looking at him. Her smile widens too and she tries to avert her eyes; Kurt turns to Blaine. "If New Directions as a whole wasn't so oblivious, I would be worried for their secret."
It's a madhouse when they all walk into the Glee room for the first time.
Hugs are exchanged between those who hadn't managed to spend much time together during the summer, stories are shouted over stories and above it all is the general air of excitement.
"Yo," Artie yells, addressing everyone, "Is this our year or is this our year?"
"It better be," Lauren deadpans. "Otherwise I am out of here because I am too cool to not have a Nationals trophy under my belt."
Puck nods. "My lady speaks the truth; I'm not leaving McKinley a glee loser. I'll leave a glee winner!"
He glares at anyone who dares to disagree, then puts his arm around the back of Lauren's chair.
"Thanks for that, Puck," Artie pushes his glasses back up his nose and smiles. "Anyway, as I was saying, this is going to our year."
"You got that right, Artie!" Mr. Schue exclaims, as he walks into the room.
Everyone takes their usual choir room . Schue starts dragging in purple pianos as a motivation tool. He tells them that every time they see a piano, they have to break into song. No matter where it is they have to sing.
Santana ignores his speech to complain quietly to Brittany in the back row.
"Can you believe Coach Sylvester made me co-captain? I spent all last year trying to outrank Preggers Fabray and now I'm stuck playing second fiddle yet again. It's bull."
Brittany pats her shoulder. "I'm sorry. Maybe Lord Tubbington can sell her drugs and get her suspended."
Santana smiles fondly at her. "Thanks, Brit."
Mercedes looks over at her and frowns. "Have you seen Quinn at all this summer? She's not here…"
"Nope," Santana pops the 'p' for emphasis. "And I don't care to."
"But you spent all summer trying to call her and we went to her house once but her mom said she wasn't home…"Brittany says quietly.
Mercedes smirks at Santana.
"Okay, fine, I do care. It's not like her to go AWOL like this."
Rachel stands as Schue finishes his speech and nods emphatically. "Mr. Schuester is right, we really need to get the message out there for glee club; we're going to win Nationals this year."
"Yeah, as long as you and Finnocence keep your lips to yourselves," Santana calls out.
Rachel purses her lips. "Yes, thank you, Santana. As I was saying, we're going to win this year and we need more shining stars. Of course, no one shines more than I do but I suppose we don't have the full extent of McKinley's talent in this room right now."
"Er, yes, exactly, Rachel," Mr. Schue says. "But, keep a more open-minded attitude when we get new auditioners."
"Of course."
Rachel skips back to her seat next to Finn and snuggles up next to him. Schue talks a little bit more of their upcoming year and dismisses them. Kurt grabs his bag and stands up with a sigh.
"Off to French. How about you?"
"Free period," Blaine smiles. "The best part of my day, other than coming here and seeing you."
Kurt smiles and pecks Blaine quickly. "You are adorable."
"I know. I'll see you later?"
"You better, you're my ride home."
Kurt knocks gently on the glass door and smiles as Miss Pillsbury ushers him inside.
"Kurt! How was your summer?"
"Good. Spent most of it with the Glee club. Yours?"
"Oh, you know, the same old. So, why are you here today?"
He sits down in the chair opposite her desk. "I want to go to school in New York. For fashion, and I just want to get some ideas for schools."
"Ooh," she walks over to a filing cabinet and begins rifling through papers. "That's ambitious."
"I've always wanted to leave Lima…and New York seems like the best place."
She pulls out a small pile of packets and lays them down on the desk. "Well, we have your well known schools like FIT and Parsons. There's also The New School and Pratt Institute. Basically, everything here is schools about fashion and for fashion."
Kurt takes them almost hungrily, holding them to his chest and smiling. "Thank you so much."
"There's information for admission due dates in all of those and if you have any other questions, you know where to come look, okay?"
"Okay."
She smiles adorably. "Yay, college!"
Michael is kind of over high school and it's only his first day.
He's already been pushed into lockers and teased by the upperclassmen for being a freshman. He's only seen a few familiar faces and they were all too busy to really stop and talk and he hasn't seen Blaine since they arrived at school.
When the lunch bell rings, he all but bolts out of the building and makes his way far away from the crowd at the courtyard, not wanting to get involved with any idiotic seniors. He wanders under the bleachers and stares because there's a couch there. What even?
"Get lost, freshman."
He jumps and opens his mouth to mumble out an apology until he gets a better look at who spoke.
"Quinn?"
It's definitely the girl he met last summer at Kurt's pool party, the same girl he was instantly smitten with. But she sure doesn't look like her; heavy make-up and bright pink hair. He thinks she has a nose ring and there's an unlit cigarette dangling from her fingers.
"Do I know you?"
"Er, I'm Michael…Blaine's little brother."
She snorts. "Oh, right, the boy with the crush."
He feels himself blush and looks down at the ground to avoid looking at her. "Yeah that's…that's me."
"You should wander back to the pack," she tells him.
He snorts. "The last place I want to be is anywhere near anyone who goes to this school…I mean, except you."
He thinks maybe she smiles. She does, however, sink down onto that questionable couch and light up her cigarette, taking a long puff.
"Can I join you maybe?"
Before she can answer, a group of girls dressed similar to her walk over. They all shoot him a suspicious stink eye and he decides to bow out before anyone can question who he is.
High school freaking sucks.
The glee club meets up for lunch in the lunchroom and Rachel's eyes go wide when she spots a piano in the corner.
"Guys," she announces to the table. "Guys, we have to sing."
"Oh no we don't," Santana tells her.
"Yes. This is what the piano is for, this is how we will get others to join! I'm going to request We Got The Beat and whoever doesn't sing will have to listen to me warm up every single day for the rest of the week."
She smiles cheerfully and goes over to where the band is situated. The rest exchange weary but defeated glances.
"It won't be bad," Blaine offers because Rachel is still his best friend.
The music starts and Rachel belts out the lyrics. Santana and Brittany climb onto a nearby table and take the next verse while everyone else sings the backup. Blaine and Kurt do a mini dance together on their table, Mike twirling Tina next to them.
The song finishes with a bang and the glee club looks around at everyone's blank faces.
"This means they loved it, right?" Blaine asks hopefully.
That's when the food fight starts.
"I am never singing to a purple piano ever again," Tina says dryly as they all walk into the glee room to clean up and stay away from the school.
"If I ever see a purple piano, I'm going to smash it," Mike says. "I will go find a hammer and smash it."
"Dude, I can bring in my Thor hammer tomorrow!" Sam speaks up.
Mercedes hides a smile and glares at Kurt when he nudges her obviously.
As Rachel digs wet wipes out of her purse and passes them along, Michael walks into the room, grinning broadly.
"That was a wonderful show. Kudos, really."
Blaine sighs. "Thanks, Michael."
At that moment, Mr. Schue walks in and he looks at Michal eagerly. "Are you here to audition?"
"Oh, God, no. I'm just here to commend the glee club's lunch time brawl."
"Brawl?" he blinks and looks around, as if just noticing everyone's disheveled clothing. "What happened, guys?"
"We sang just like you wanted Mr. Schue," Mercedes says, "And we got attacked by food."
"Oh…"
"You guys were terrible."
Heads whip to the door where a girl is standing, noodle in her hair and designer clothes on her body.
"You obviously need someone like me, who is super talented, because I wanted to wince at all of you just now."
Rachel frowns, bothered, but Finn grabs her shoulder supportively.
"Um, and you are?"
"Sugar Motta. My dad gave you guys those pianos. And now, I'm going to give you music," she looks at Brad. "Hit it, hottie."
When she starts singing, Rachel's worried expression fades into a smug smile and Kurt can't help but agree because oh God this girl's voice is beyond grating. He looks around and sees similar expressions; Mercedes looks like she can't actually believe this is happening, Santana is trying not to laugh and Mike looks really worried, like maybe someone shouldn't be singing this bad and something is wrong.
When Sugar is done, she bows grandly and the last of the noodle in her hair falls out.
"You guys can get back to me later. I'll look forward to your call."
She marches out as arrogantly as she came in and Rachel immediately calls for her not to be allowed in the club.
"She'll just bring us down, Mr. Schue. Someone like that won't stand to be in the background."
"You mean like you?" Santana snarks.
Mr. Schue just looks bothered.
On their way to Cheerio practice, Santana and Brittany walk with their pinkies linked.
"I don't want to sing to the purple pianos," Brittany says, "Purple means royal and we shouldn't encourage monarchy in America."
Santana smiles fondly at her and goes to reply, but spots a pink-haired figure under the bleachers before she can. She lets out an annoyed sigh and detours over, Brittany following her.
"All right, Quinn, how long is this whole Skank routine gonna go on for? Because we have two National competitions this year and we might need you."
Quinn laughs, low and deep, "Whatever, Santana."
"We want you to come back because we miss you," Brittany says quietly from behind and Quinn hesitates this time before speaking again.
"I'm happier here. With my new friends."
"Oh, these guys are your friends?" Santana scoffs.
"Better than most of you."
That shuts Santana up, a rare occasion, and she finally just scoffs.
"Fine. Whatever. Let's go, Brit."
Brittany gazes at Quinn sadly before she follows Santana towards the football field; Quinn pretends not to care.
Mercedes' mom is home after school, sitting in the kitchen and watching her guilty pleasure soap operas.
"Again?" Mercedes asks.
Her mom just shushes her. "It's just getting good."
"You mean bad…"
She walks over to the fridge and pulls out a bottle of flavored water. "By the way, Sam is coming over in like ten minutes. He had to wait before he could follow me out of the parking lot."
Her mom sighs. "I don't know how I feel about this boy being too ashamed to be seen with you, Mercy."
"It's not like that," she protests. "Mom, Glee club is just…a horrible place for relationships, okay? And two of Sam's ex-girlfriends are in there and we both know Santana will have a field day with this. It's just…easier. To hide this. He's not ashamed."
"Better not be," her mom sniffs, then turns back to the TV.
There's a knock at her door and she wanders over because she knows who it is and she smiles wide when she opens it and sees Sam.
"Hey," he says.
"Hey," she says.
He doesn't even walk in the house, just cups her face and kisses her. She feels it all the way down to her toes and smiles against his lips.
"Sorry," he whispers when they pull apart. "But I've been dying to do that all day."
She huffs out a laugh. "Me too."
Blaine drops off Michael with the promise they'll talk all about his first day of school later, then he drives to Kurt's house.
They walk into the empty home, Burt and Carole still at work and Finn stuck at school with Rachel as she goes over Glee songs with Mr. Schue. Kurt leads the way up to his room and Blaine immediately falls onto his bed with an 'oomph'.
"I am so done with school."
He hears Kurt chuckle and fall down onto the bed next to him. He rolls over and finds himself right in Kurt's personal space.
"Hello there."
"Hello there right back," Kurt says, voice low.
They lean in for a kiss at the same time. Slowly, their lips move together with practice. Kurt rolls on top of Blaine and Blaine smooths his hands down Kurt's back as he tilts his head to deepen the kiss. When Kurt slips tongue in, Blaine groans.
He has no idea how long they kiss for, how long he grabs at Kurt's clothes and how long Kurt's warm body covers his. But then Kurt breaks their kiss and begins mouthing down Blaine's jaw, nipping at his collar bone and licking at where he bit. Blaine groans again, low in his throat, and his body arches without him meaning too.
Kurt gasps and presses down against him, his erection pressing into Blaine's thigh.
"Oh, God, Kurt," Blaine moans and arches again.
He feels Kurt tense against him and immediately lets go of his shirt. Kurt rolls off him and they both lay, panting.
"I'm putting on the brakes," Kurt breathes.
"Duly noted."
"I…I'm sorry-"
"Hey," Blaine sits up awkwardly but smiles softly at Kurt. "You don't have to apologize. We really haven't had time to get…heated this summer. This is the first time we've really-"
"Felt each other's penises?" Kurt asks, and then turns a bright red. "Oh God, I can't believe I just said that."
Blaine tries not to laugh but can't help it, covering his mouth with his hand and feeling Kurt's glare.
"I'm sorry, babe, but just…you're adorable."
"Yeah, suck up now," Kurt mutters.
"Look," Blaine can sit up now, his little problem just about gone and to the back of his mind. "Kurt…if it wasn't super obvious right now, I want you. A lot. Like, a lot, a lot."
"I got that," Kurt says, smiling slightly, his face still red.
"But, I don't want us to jump into anything we're both not ready for."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah. We need to set up limits…so we can both be comfortable. Because as long as you're comfortable, I'm comfortable."
Kurt sighs happily. "You are, seriously, the best boyfriend in the entire world."
"I don't know, I think my boyfriend could give me a run for my money."
"Cheesy."
"You love it."
"I do," he pauses, "Okay…I want you too. I mean, obviously. But I'm not…I'm not ready. And I think maybe we should just stay…north of the equator?"
"Okay," Blaine leans over and kisses Kurt's forehead. "I can live with that."
"Oh, can you then?"
"Yeah," he grins, "That's what masturbation is for."
Kurt chokes out a laugh and rolls off the bed. "Come on, I think I have some Jersey Shore shows on the DVR. If you can move."
"Oh, shut up," Blaine bites back playfully.
They hold hands as they walk down the stairs.
As soon as Tina and Mike walk into her house, they're accosted by Peter and Greg, Tina's adorable and sometimes overwhelming half-brothers.
"Mike! Mike! Mike! Are you gonna dance with us!"
"Mike is here to hang out with me, sorry dweebs," Tina says, ruffling both their hair.
Greg loses interest and runs back into the kitchen where Tina's step-dad, Steven, is cooking dinner. He smiles when they walk in and Mike immediately shakes his hand. Her step-dad chuckles.
"When are you gonna stop doing that?"
Tina sits down in a kitchen chair and sighs. "Probably never. He's too polite."
When Mike sits down, Peter climbs onto his lap and grins eagerly at him. "I started school today!"
"That's right, you had your first day of Kindergarten," Tina smiles. "Did you like it?"
Peter nods eagerly. "I got to color and play with blocks and then do homework but it wasn't that hard and I made a friend!"
"Way to go, dude," Mike says, holding out a fist for Peter to bump. Peter does so with gusto.
"How was school for you guys?" Steven asks.
"Good," Tina says. "We had food thrown at us."
"So, your typical senior year?" he kids.
Mike smiles as Tina sticks her tongue out at him. He wishes he could have this type of relationship with his own dad; he's spent most of the summer, heck, most of their relationship here in Tina's house with her perfect family.
He's happy here, with them.
Finn doesn't sleep well that night.
He gives up around midnight and slinks downstairs for a glass of water. He doesn't expect to run into Burt.
"Finn? Everything okay?"
Burt looks as surprised as Finn is, and he musters a smile at his stepdad.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Just can't sleep."
"You wanna talk about anything?"
Finn joins Burt at the table, shoulders hunched. "I just…did you know Rachel has already filled out all her college applications?" Burt doesn't answer, "I mean, it's really happening; she's going off to New York at the end of this year. I haven't even started looking at colleges. I don't even know what I want to be. And…I have no idea if I'll make it in New York."
He looks up sadly at Burt.
"I can't sing that well and my dancing hasn't improved. I just…all I have is football and I doubt that will carry me to the city. I want to go with her, I want to be with her. But I don't think that's gonna happen and I'm scared she's gonna leave me behind."
"Have you talked to her about any of this?"
Finn shakes his head. "I knew when we got back together that she was going to New York; I don't want to try to guilt her into staying in Lima. She doesn't belong here."
"Staying in Lima isn't the worst thing," Burt offers. "Your mom and I did it and I think we managed to be okay."
Finn chuckles guiltily. "No, you're right. I don't mean…"
"I know."
"It's dumb; I shouldn't be bothering you with this kind of stuff."
"Well, what else are stepdads for? Finn, if you need anything; maybe help looking into schools, you know I'll be here for you. Your mom too, and Kurt even."
"I know."
Burt grabs his shoulder and squeezes. "Whatever happens after this year, all that matters is you'll be happy."
Finn gives him a half smile. "Yeah. Yeah, you're right."
The next day at school, Blaine surprises Santana at her locker.
"Hey, do you want to do me a favor?"
"No."
He pouts. "Please?"
She sighs irritably. "What do you want?"
"I have an idea for the purple piano. And I need your help…and your Cheerios."
"And why should I help you?"
"Because I'm the best ex-boyfriend you've ever had?" he asks hopefully.
She stares at him for a long moment. When she smiles, he's both scared and happy.
They decide to have lunch in the courtyard this time, in hopes of avoiding another food debacle.
"Is college becoming more of a terrifying thought to you guys?" Kurt asks, munching on a bag of chips.
Mercedes nods as Rachel shakes her head.
"With my dad, college is becoming a war more than it is a freedom," Mercedes sighs, "He still isn't sold on California, especially with me moving all the way out there by myself."
"Well, my dads are so excited for me to go to New York. I've already filled out my applications for all the performing art schools in the city and I'm waiting for my auditions," Rachel says briskly. "I've been born to head to New York and Broadway and nothing is going to stop me."
"Hey," Finn greets them and falls into the seat next to Rachel, kissing her cheek. "What are we talking about?"
"College," Kurt and Mercedes say in unison.
Finn makes a face. "I don't even want to think about that right now."
Rachel frowns. "Finn, you need to start looking into schools-"
"Rachel, Finn still has time. We don't all have to be you," Kurt says, not unkindly and Finn shoots him a grateful smile when Rachel drops it.
"Have any of you seen Blaine, by the way?"
As he asks this, Tina and Mike join them, sitting across from Rachel and Finn. "I think I saw Blaine earlier," Tina offers, "He was talking to Santana after Glee."
"Maybe she killed him and buried the body?" Mike offers unhelpfully, and Tina smacks his shoulder.
Music suddenly starts playing around them and all their heads whip to the courtyard steps where Blaine is dancing wildly wearing McKinley colors in his outfit and yellow sunglasses on his head.
"Oh my God," Kurt says, sounding less exasperated and more absolutely adoring.
Blaine starts singing It's Not Unusual and dances down the steps as Cheerios start to join him, performing their own choreography around him. He tosses his sunglasses right to Kurt, who catches them easily and laughs because, yes, his boyfriend is serenading him right now and it's kind of fantastic.
Santana gets up to join Blaine, dancing with him as they get closer and closer to the base of the stairs. When they land on the even sidewalk, Blaine runs over to Kurt and dances in front of him and Kurt doesn't stop himself from dancing in tandem with him. As the song finishes, Blaine shouts out the last notes and Kurt applauds as soon as he's done.
Before they can celebrate further, the piano behind them bursts into flames.
Michael wanders out to the bleachers again. He can't help it; he's intrigued by Quinn and this new her, with the hair and the nose ring and the genuine sexiness. She's alone again and his confidence goes up tenfold.
"So, did you quit New Directions?"
She scoffs. "More like they quit me."
"But, I saw you at that party-"
"Look, little Anderson, I don't need you, let alone anyone, coming over here to tell me that I have let my friends down because I've heard enough of that from Santana, okay? I'm not holding up the Unholy Trinity or the New Direction National winners. And you know what? I really don't care."
"Why?" he asks carefully.
She lights her cigarette and he wonders if she's on a smoking schedule or something. "Because I've finally reached the point where I'm happy. And that's all that matters. You better run along; my friends are coming back soon and they don't like fresh meat."
He hesitates because there's this part of him that wants to sit down next to her and pull out a cigarette and just be cool enough for once but she shoots him a glare and he bolts.
Schue is pissed about his precious piano and when Santana admits she set it on fire, he tells her to leave. Everyone stares at him in shock but he doesn't back down and Santana finally stands up, looking lost but trying not to show it.
"I could use a break," she snarks and walks from the room with her head high.
Brittany stands up and starts to follow her.
"Brittany, I didn't say you had to leave," Schue says.
She glances at him. "I'm going to make sure she's okay."
He coughs awkwardly after she leaves. "Well, with Santana gone and Sugar…not joining us, we're going to have to start looking into new members."
"Sugar changed her mind?" Rachel asks.
"Er, well, I sort of told her that…we didn't have room for her."
"Very good, Mr. Schue," Rachel preens. "She'd only bring us down."
"Thank you," he says. "Now, the next order of business: this year's musical. We at McKinley High are proud to announce that we're going to put on West Side Story."
A murmur of excitement shoots up from the group. Rachel is beaming, threatening to jump out of her seat.
"I am perfect for Maria," Rachel tells everyone sitting around her. Which is, basically, everyone in the club.
Mercedes frowns. "These will be open auditions right? Because I am feeling quite pretty this year."
"You should try out for Tony," Kurt suggests to Blaine, who looks back at him in surprise.
"Er, really?"
"You'd be perfect for him!"
Blaine shrugs. "I don't know…maybe."
"As our last order of business," Rachel says loudly, putting all attention back on her, "I vote we head to the auditorium because I have a number planned for us!"
As they dance and sing together on stage to You Can't Stop the Beat, Blaine can't help but think that maybe his dad is going to be right. Sophomore year was kind of a mess but junior year wasn't bad; senior year though?
It looks like it's going to be perfect.
AN- The plan is to post a chapter every Tuesday, in honor of old Glee night. So, see you guys in a week!
A little preview for you: We get a new character introduction next episode. A little sooner than he came in on the show. Like, three episodes sooner ;)