A/N Ok so this isn't like my normal stories, it isn't about either Klaine or Blam. This is about getting the glee club back together and honouring Finn's memory. I first thought of this story way, way back now just after watching 5x11 City of Angels. Even then I thought that New Directions had been robbed of the first place title. Throat Explosion was good granted, but I will always maintain that the New Directions were better. So this is my story about it. I wanted to get this started before season six because bizarrely it looks like parts of it might be similar to the idea I had only using different characters in different ways (spooky) and I didn't want any of the TV storyline to change what I wrote for this tale or for anyone to compare it with that of the TV show.

Anyway I hope you enjoy this story.

I don't own glee.

Chapter One

It was a balmy summer day in New York and Blaine Anderson and his best friend Sam Evans were trying to stay as cool as possible in the apartment they had moved into alongside Rachel and Kurt by laying next to the one working fan that they all owned. Sweating in nothing but their shorts they lay on the wooden flooring, sprawled out with their heads almost up against the small rotating fan both lounging in comfortable silence. Blaine didn't know how Kurt had gotten up and gone to work today when it seemed like you would roast if you took one step outside into the sun. Blaine liked sun and heat but this was even too much for him. It was humid and it sapped all the energy out of his body. He knew without a doubt that Kurt would call him lazy when he got back home but he didn't care right now. He was too hot to care. It was so hot he hadn't even bothered with gel. That was how hot it was. Sam thankfully was of the same mind. Although Sam always seemed to be lounging around to be fair. Closing his eyes, Blaine lent his head back to get the small rush of air from the fan onto his face and sighed quietly in contentment. He stayed this way for what seemed like hours. Only when Sam started speaking did he jump in surprise, flinging his eyes open wide and turning to his friend to hear what he wanted to say.

"Dude don't tell anyone else this but I know that Carole said she was ok with us losing and we all accepted Sue's tyrannical decision to end glee club but I still feel kinda empty inside." Blaine nodded knowingly. It had been tough last month when they had lost their national title to Throat Explosion and Sue had ended glee club and New Directions forever. Blaine hadn't said anything to anyone else about it, not even Kurt, but he felt that they had been robbed of the title.

"I know Sam, I feel the same way. I swear we were better out on that stage. Yes, Throat Explosion went all big and used props but we showed our whole vocal range. We performed with feeling and nothing is more powerful than that Sammy. Nothing. Finn would have been proud of us even if the judges were complete idiots and chose them over us." Blaine told Sam, smiling warmly at his best friend who gave a half hearted grin back. Sam had taken the loss the hardest. All four of the seniors had made a vow that they were doing this for Finn. They would win it for him, for his memory. That dream had been shattered and it had seemed to have taken its toll on Sam especially. Blaine wasn't done fighting yet though, even if everybody else had. He was going to honour Finn's memory no matter what.

"We were totally robbed B and I feel like we should do something about it. I know it's been like a month but don't you think we owe it to Finn to fight to the bitter end?" Sam spat out angrily, his forehead creasing with hidden rage. Blaine reached out, taking Sam's hand in his own in solidarity. He knew exactly what Sam meant, he felt the exact same way. He felt his friend squeeze his hand back and the right side of his mouth curled up affectionately.

The blondes head turned with expectation as he searched his friends face for the answers he so desperately wanted. Well Blaine was going to do one better. He was going to give him hope. "You know Sam, this is why we are best friends because I feel exactly the same way. That is why I've been reading the show choir blogs that almost all say we should have won and I started a petition going that has been signed by over thirty thousand people stating that we want an appeal." Sam's eyes widens as his jaw slackened. Blaine had been busier than anyone had ever known. Being an active member of the show choir blogs Blaine had seen all the comments and even slight outrage at the New Directions loss. They had more supporters than he had ever even known. It hadn't taken much to start the petition rolling and the signatures kept climbing in numbers every day.

"Wait what? Really? Thirty thousand people? That's like, a lot of people dude. How did you do it?" Sam sat up agape at his curly haired friend.

Blaine shrugged back trying to act nonchalant but really he was bursting with pride. He had wanted to tell someone for a while now but had been a little nervous about how they would react. He didn't know if they would want him to interfere with the result or to just let it rest forever and let it be. "I just used my charm and the video of all the performances that the show choir board of directors take every year for posterities sake." Blaine beamed, bolting upright in his increasing excitement glad to have someone to tell the tale to at long last.

"But how did you get the video in the first place?"

"Er, actually that was Cooper..." Blaine sheepishly replied, scratching his head at his admission of how his brother had helped him in his quest for justice. Cooper had been incensed at their loss and had, according to him, slept around till he managed to get a hold of a copy of the nationals performances. Blaine had not been happy to hear the in depth tales of his brothers sexual trysts. It had given him more than one nightmare and he was never, ever going to want to eat another pear in his life. He wasn't even sure how Cooper had done it but... Ugh... Blaine shuddered at that particular story. Sometimes his brother was disgusting.

"Seriously? Cooper's helping?" Sam inquired incredulous at everything he had heard so far.

"Well, even though no one knew it, even me, apparently Cooper was watching in the audience and he's said he won't rest till they all see that his little brother and his team is crowned rightfully with first place."

Blaine watched as his friend sat in stunned silence, taking it all in slowly. He could practically see the cogs inside Sam's head whirring. "Wow." Sam looked up at him expectantly and Blaine could only raise his eyebrows in a curious manner. "Ok. So what do we do with all this stuff?" Sam asked him, his eyes wide and hopeful like a child who was told they might get a treat if they were being well behaved.

There was only one course of action that would satisfy himself and Blaine had a feeling that Sam felt similarly. They were going to try and get that first place trophy. After all if you don't try then you don't get, right? "We send it all to the show choir directors with our appeal and hope for the best. It might not do anything but at least we will know that we didn't give up, that we tried our best and fought till the very end."

Sam nodded his head vigorously, a serious expression on his face. "Ok, let's do this, let's kick some ass and shove it in Sue Sylvester's face!"

"Yeah! Blam!" Blaine shouted putting his hand up for Sam to high five. At hearing the slap of Sam's hand in his own he smiled widely. It wasn't the end, not by a long shot. Now all they needed to do was write their appeal. This one's for you Finn.