AN: My summary for this fic is crap. I initially began writing this as a Warblers story, but halfway through it I decided to make it about Blaine and Sam so it will be AU. While their storyline will be the center of the story, most of the more well-known Warblers will be featured as well. This is still in it's developing stage, so it might change as I write it. Anyways, I hope you all give this fic a chance! Reviews would be lovely!
JD Bloom
"Hey, quiet down!" Nick Duval yelled from in front of the choir room. The room was full of boys, high on energy after having just done one of their impromptu performances in the senior's hall. This had become a routine ever since finding out they'd be competing this year for the third time in a row for Sectionals. The dark haired boy looked as Luke Wright and John Dempsey were in the middle of a rock-paper-scissors game while others cheered them on. Across from them Trent Nixon and Nicholas Hudson were arguing on who got to sit down in the only sofa chair in the room. Nick took a deep breath, hoping he could calm down the room before Wes Montgomery, David Thompson and Thad Harwood, the council of the Warblers, returned to the room.
He gave his best friend, Jeff Sterling, a panicked look. Both had been asked by Wes and David to bring the Warblers into the choir room while they dealt with something. Blaine Anderson, their lead singer, had left with them and they managed to catch someone else, a boy with brown hair, walking with them towards the common area.
"Kind of makes you wish Wes was here with that damned gavel," Jeff said trying to put some humor into the situation while looking at his nails. "Do you think this one is oddly shaped?" He held up his pinky finger towards Nick's face.
"Could you be serious for a moment?" Nick asked annoyed at Jeff. "We're still under probation for hiding Wes' gavel."
"Right," Jeff replied quickly. "We could always use this." Jeff had pulled out a small stink bomb from his uniform's pocket.
Nick glared at him before shaking his head. "Do you come from a public middle school? Besides we need them to quiet down not suffocate."
"Just a thought," Jeff said before taking out his cell phone. He was about to take a picture of Cameron James trying to do a headstand when a voice spoke up behind him.
"Jeff, the Warblers have a strict policy on the use of cell phones during rehearsal," Thad's voice came out very stern and serious as always from behind him.
And just like that the room went from being full of wild and loud boys to the civilized, preppy boys they were.
"That's more like it," Thad spoke again looking at everyone in the room before looking back at the empty table in front.
"Where are Wes and David?" he asked. Doing a double take on the room he added, "And Blaine?"
"Um," both Jeff and Nick began. Everyone else began to question as well the whereabouts of the other two-thirds of the council and their soloist.
Meanwhile on the other side of the building, Wes and David walked ahead of Kurt with Blaine following behind. They opened the big oak wood doors to the common room area of the Locke building they had just performed at. David and Wes led the other two boys to the coffee table on the right side of the room.
"So what school do you come from, Kurt?" Wes asked as he motioned for him to take a seat on one of the empty tables. Blaine left to get them something to drink.
"McKinley High School in Lima," Kurt said while taking a look at the big study hall he was in. Wes and David shared a surprised and knowing look, but quickly composed themselves. Blaine came back with latte's for each one of them and took a seat.
"That's a long drive," Wes said.
David asked, "Isn't that where one of our competitions for Sectionals is from?"
"New Directions," Kurt clarified nodding, even though he wasn't sure why. He didn't know why he'd listened to Puck when he'd suggested he come spy on the Warblers. At first he'd been angry at the fact that they hadn't even considered his Diana Ross number. He'd also been angry with Mr. Schue for not letting him be part of the girls' team for the second time. But then he decided it wouldn't hurt to check out the competition. Especially when the competition involved a school made up entirely of boys. At this precise moment he was having doubts about whether he really thought this out through entirely.
Sure he had managed to sneak in past the front desk boy when he went to the back of the room for some papers. He'd managed to locate a map of the school grounds at the further end of the hall and had found the choir room in the building called Locke. Getting there had been fairly easy since no one was on the school grounds until he entered the Locke building. He'd found it very crowded and had ended up following two boys up to the second floor. This was when he decided it was probably time to leave and try another time. Yet the excitement that flowed through the air was something he had not seen or felt ever since he made the kicking goal for the football team last year. So abruptly he'd asked someone what was going on. That's how he ended meeting Blaine who led him towards a grand room where he witnessed what was perhaps in his mind a spectacular performance. It didn't hurt that the lead singer was very cute, even if it had lacked the flashiness of a performance that Kurt was such a fan of.
After the performance instead of leaving unnoticed with the rest of the boys making their way to class he stayed. He wanted to compliment the lead singer, Blaine, on his performance. Especially, after all those looks he had kept throwing at him. There was no way this boy was straight, Kurt told himself even though he didn't know much about him. Yet before he could go up to him, a tall African American boy and a slightly shorter Asian boy had come up to him.
"Hi, I'm Wesley Montgomery and this is David Thompson," the Asian boy spoke first handing his hand out to him.
"I'm Kurt Hummel," Kurt had replied clutching his bag before shaking their hands.
David had shaken his hand as well, grinning. "Why don't we go for a walk?"
"Guys," suddenly Blaine's voice came from behind them. They turned to see Blaine there standing, looking at them and then at Kurt. "Oh, I see you've already met."
"Yes," Wes replied motioning towards the door. "Come. I've already asked Nick and Jeff to redirect the Warblers to the choir room."
And that's how he currently found himself sitting down with three boys from the opposing school, having coffee as if nothing was wrong.
"Latte?" Blaine asked when he came back, sitting next to Wes and David after they had taken their drinks from him.
"It's very civilized of you to invite me for coffee before you beat me up," Kurt said in as-a-matter-of-fact tone taking the cup.
"We are not going to beat you up," Wes quickly clarified calmly.
David smiled as he spoke to Kurt, wanting him to know that they were being honest and simply wanted to talk to him. "You were such a terrible spy we thought it was sort of endearing."
Blaine then cut in by saying, "Which made me think that spying on us wasn't really the reason you came."
Kurt's expression faltered for a second, forgetting that he was in enemy territory before getting straight to the point of something he'd been wondering since seeing them do the Katy Perry number. "Can I ask you guys a question?"
The three dapper boys nodded their head in approval. "Are you guys all gay?"
The three of them laughed, Wes and David glancing at Blaine. "Uh, no. Well, I mean, I am, but these two have girlfriends," Blaine explained, knowing there was more to this kid than met the eye. And he had yet to meet a straight boy who could pull the outfit Kurt was sporting.
"This is not a gay school," David told Kurt, turning serious again. He knew a few of his peers that came to Dalton for that reason. A place to be themselves without judgment from their other peers. Dalton guaranteed that and offered protection. "We just have a zero-tolerance harassment policy."
"Everybody gets treated the same, no matter what they are," Wes said. "It's pretty simple."
Blaine stepped in when he noticed how much this seemed to touch Kurt. "Would you guys, excuse us?"
He recognized that expression and maybe what Kurt was feeling from his own personal experience. Dalton was a sanctuary to Blaine. It was where he'd come after his parents acknowledged the fact that he wasn't safe at his old school. Perhaps the stolen belongings and damaged locker hadn't been enough for his dad, because it wasn't until he and a friend got beat up at a Sady Hawkings dance that he finally took action. His former school counselor had recommended Dalton Academy or to and try to move on, act like nothing had happened. It had been a tough decision for him because he wanted to show those people in his school that no matter what they did or thought about him, it wouldn't change who he was.
He had been ready to go back, until Alex, the other friend who had been hurt, told him his parents were sending him to live to Florida. He would have had the strength to stay had Alex been there with him. So he told his parents to send him to Dalton Academy. There he had been welcomed along with the other handful of boys who were new that year. Then the first week when the school held its annual club fair, he found the Warblers. He'd been part of the Drama club at his former school so being in front of a stage was nothing new to him. And he'd always had a secret passion for singing, so he auditioned and got in.
He was afraid though to admit to the other boys in the Warblers of his sexuality even though the school promised a zero-tolerance against bullying. Eventually though he came to trust and rely on the Warblers who were now his new family.
"Yeah," Wes said, as both he and David got up to leave. "Take it easy, Kurt."
The two Warblers (and best friends) walked out of the common room, leaving by the back, and making their way towards to the choir room.
After a moments silence, David spoke. "Why do you think he thought we were a gay school?"
Wes shrugged, a small smile forming on his lips. "Maybe he noticed the way Thad stared at Blaine dreamily throughout the number."
Both boys let out a small laugh as they neared the choir room. "The more important question is what will Blaine do when he finds out Kurt comes from Lima? He's bound to ask about-"
"Yes, I know," David said quickly cutting in. "But this is not our business unless Blaine comes to us. For now, let's just leave it at that."
Wes sighed, before changing the subject. "Do you think Nick and Jeff were able to hold the place down?" Wes asked cautiously as he took a sip of his non-fat latte.
"If they have then they will have proven themselves, just in time for solo auditions for Sectionals," David said to his best friend.
Wes nodded, before they changed a knowing glance. "Of course, after Thad has picked out the songs he wants Blaine to cover."
"Well?" Thad asked waiting for the two best friends to explain where their lead singer and other two-thirds of the council were.
"We have to reason to believe we were spied on," Nick muttered and the silent room erupted, loud exclamations of surprise and anger.
"Quiet!" Thad called out. "Quiet. Why do you say this Warbler Nick?"
Nick glanced at Jeff, knowing all eyes were on him, "We saw a new kid walking around the hallways before our performance. However, Jeff and I were running late because someone couldn't choose if to wear their black and red tie or red and navy blue tie-"
"I wasn't the one who got caught up organizing their sock drawer," Jeff cut in.
"So you saw a new kid and?" Thad asked impatiently as he moved behind the council table to take a seat.
"Yes," Nick replied before continuing. "Well as we were settling in Oakden Hall for our performance and you were losing your mind trying to find Blaine, we asked Brad who works at the front desk, if a new student had transferred. He said that no and also that no one had signed in as a visitor since he'd left the front desk five minutes ago."
"Nick was tying his shoelaces when Blaine came in with a guy I'd never seen before and he wasn't wearing the school uniform," Jeff cut in again and stopped when suddenly everyone began to mutter that they'd seen the boy as well.
"Order," Thad called. "I know who you're talking about; he stuck out like a sore thumb amongst all the red and blue. Why do you two believe he might be a spy, though? Maybe he was just visiting the school, arrived after Brad left the front desk and Blaine invited him to check out our performance."
Just then the choir room doors opened and in stepped Wes and David. The two of them took their seats, Wes in the middle and David to his right.
"I thought Blaine was with you two," Thad spoke up, motioning for Jeff and Nick to find a seat or stand wherever they could.
"He was. Right now Blaine is taking care of some non-related Warbler issues," David said and Wes nodded.
Thad looked at both of them, before sighing, "Well, then, moving on-"
"Wait, what about the spy?" Trent spoke up.
"Spy?" Wes asked.
"That's what Nick and Jeff told us," James Kirk, a tall junior, with wavy blonde hair added much to Nick and Jeff's horror, and were about to protest, but Wes held his gavel up. This cut the two boys and they quickly closed their mouths.
"You can all be assured that there is no spy," Wes said looking at everyone in the room.
"Kurt was just checking out the school," David added nodding. "And as said it is not related to us, unless he decides to join us at Dalton and become part of the Warblers."
"Moving on then," Thad began. "Now the seniors loved our 'Teenage Dream' performance, next time however, when we say 'Please be at the hall no later than 11am,' we mean it!"
Thad scratched off the bullet point off his notepad. Wes and David glanced at the Warblers who murmured they would do so next time.
"Next item on the list, Sectionals is fast arriving, this year you will be allowed to submit your name to one of us if you'd like to audition," Wes continued on from his own list as he pointed to himself, Thad and David.
Jeff and Nick gave each other a confident smile, knowing that Thad might let it slip how he found the choir room in his arrival. This meant that they'd get an invitation for sure. Of course, this also meant they had to be in exemplary behavior to be forgiven for their last mischief.
This was a big deal for Jeff as it would be hopefully his sixth time auditioning for a solo since he joined the Warblers. Nick noticed how Jeff's expression went from content to thoughtful. They'd been best friends since the sixth grade so they knew pretty much everything there was to know about one another. Even though he knew how much Jeff wanted a solo, so did he. At the same time though, he knew that they'd eventually have to face up to Blaine if they moved on from the first round of auditions. They'd have to as Blaine had been picked as lead singer of the Warblers at the beginning of the year by the council.
Thad tried to keep rehearsal going after they'd gone through their to-do lists and had debated over a few songs for the next hour. It was nearly one in the afternoon, when finally someone pointed this out to him.
"Face it, Thad, Blaine isn't coming," James said impatiently, hand inside his blazer's pocket. Everyone knew he probably had about ten unanswered messages he wanted to check, but didn't want to give Thad a reason to give them the 'No Cell Phone during Warblers Practice' lecture.
Thad gave a sigh and Wes dismissed the Warblers, reminding them to tighten up their ties. A Dalton student and Warbler should always look presentable.
Richard James, the infamous beat boxer of the Warblers, caught up to James, who also happened to be his roommate. James had taken out his cell phone the moment he stepped out of the choir room.
"Who texted during rehearsal?" he asked as both of them made their way to the school cafeteria.
"Three Twitter updates, two from Macy Rove, and one from Susan," James said scrolling through them.
"I thought you and Macy had broken up," Richard pondered just as his own cell phone began to vibrate in his pocket.
"No, this is another Macy," James explained. "She's a senior, the other one was a sophomore."
"Right," Richard said before checking his own cell phone. "Oh, mom's calling. I'll see you back at the dorm."
"Sure," James said continuing towards the school cafeteria for a late lunch; meanwhile Richard made his way outside into the Dalton grounds.
"Yes, mother?" he answered his phone casually, not really finding it an uncommon thing for his mother to call him randomly now and then.
"Well good afternoon to you too, Richard, I am doing fine and you?" His mother, Adelaide Mayor-James, responded back curtly.
Richard rolled his eyes as he took a seat on the steps of the senior building. "How are you, mother?"
"I already told you, I am doing fine."
"Then what can I help you with?"
"Can't a mother call her own son without being suspected of wanting something?"
"Well the last time you called me it was to tell Wes to ask his parents why they hadn't RSVPed for your annual cocktail party," Richard recalled closing his eyes.
"Yes, well that was quite rude of them to RSVP at the last minute." After a moment's pause his mother continued, "Actually there is something I wanted to ask."
Here we go, Richard thought, bracing himself for whatever his mother was about to ask for.
"You remember Maddie? We went to Greece with her about ten years ago. Well she's going to be in the city for a while and we thought it would be a fab idea for you to go out on a date with her daughter, Cecily."
"Mom, no!" Richard said quickly. "I have a girlfriend already and just because you don't approve of her, it does not mean that you can set me up in blind dates."
"But Cecily is a nice Catholic girl, Richard!" his mother protested.
"I'm sorry, mom, but no," Richard said hotly, "And I have to go, promised I'd meet James to study in ten minutes. Bye."
He hung up before his mother could get another word out. He got up and made his way back inside Locke building. Just as he stepped in he bumped into Jeff and Nick.
"Hey," both said at the same time to him as they stopped walking.
"Sorry guys can't talk, sort of in a hurry," he said walking towards the end of the hall where the stairs to Benson Hall, the dormitories hall, was.
Jeff and Nick glanced at one another before continuing to walk towards Oakden Hall where they had just performed a few hours ago. They were meeting with Sean Robinson, a senior, who also happened to be the Chief Editor of the yearbook this year.
"There he is," Nick said to Jeff, looking at the middle of the room where a boy with black, messy hair sat browsing through some sample pages of the upcoming yearbook.
"Sean!" Jeff exclaimed as he took a seat next to him.
"What it do?" Sean grinned up at them, before looking back at the papers in front of him. Nick took a seat opposite of him; both he and Jeff waited for Sean to speak again.
"Hey is that Marcus from AP World History?" Jeff asked after a moment or two, looking at one of the pictures in Sean's hand.
Sean nodded before placing the pictures down. "So… you said you needed help in something. But I will make this clear if it involves anyone from the Warblers Council then I can't help you guys. Wes and Thad can be scary, David not as much only if provoked."
Nick and Jeff glanced at one another, before Jeff spoke. "Surprising as it may be, this isn't about the Warblers. Well, not so much. I want to start a band and need help spreading the word."
Sean raised an eyebrow, not quite seeming to understand.
"As manager of said unnamed band," Nick added, "We would like to ask you to help us design a logo and come up with fliers for it."
"But you just said it doesn't have a name yet," Sean countered. "Without a name you won't be able to attract attention. You can't ask a person to join something that hasn't even begun yet."
"I thought that's how clubs were started," Jeff muttered. "Well actually, I did have a name for it."
Nick looked at Jeff surprised, they were best friends and Nick had not told him about this even though they'd spent nearly two weeks already trying to come up with a good name.
Jeff saw the look on Nick's face and quickly spoke, "It just came all of a sudden to me when we passed Richard and I can't stop thinking about it. I really think you'll like it."
Sean looked at the two, who as far as he could remember had never seen separated. "Well, what is it?"
"Crawford Country Day, eh?" Brad asked late in the afternoon as he glanced at the sign out sheet both Wes and David had just signed.
"Well David and I thought it'd be a good idea to go visit our sisters," Wes said trying hard not to grin.
"That or to get your mack on with Alicia and Farrah," Brad replied back, before dodging a playful punch from David. "How come Thad isn't going with you two?"
"I thought everyone knew?" David asked Wes puzzled.
"Ah, so it's true. He and Sylvia are over?" Brad asked suddenly in a hushed tone looking around the office.
Wes nodded. "He doesn't talk about it though, so whatever you do don't bring her up or Crawford Day for that matter."
"Got it," Brad nodded. "Well, just be back by curfew."
"Will do," David said as they exited the Main Office and stepped outside.
"Wes just texted saying they're about five minutes away from campus," Farrah Bodella announced as she jumped up from her bed.
Alicia Fisher, one of her two other dorm roommate, glanced from the mirror and muttered, "Awesome."
Their third roommate, Sylvia Brown, eyed the two of them before casually asking, "Is Thad coming, too?"
Alicia looked at Sylvia from the corner of her eye before Farrah responded. "Nope, just Wes and David are coming."
"Good," Sylvia said quickly before walking out of the room.
"I don't think I want to know why she asked that. I thought she broke up with Thad, so why would he come?" Alicia asked.
"Maybe they agreed to still be friends," Farrah said.
Alicia's left eyebrow went up, a look that she gave people when she wanted to say 'Are you insane?' She smiled before speaking, "Everyone knows you throw in the 'I still want us to be friends' line to be nice, but no one is ever still friends with their exes."
"I'm still friends with Jake," Farrah replied trying hard not to laugh.
"Because you went out with him for like two days!"
They were interrupted by a curt "Ladies" from the doorway. Both looked up to find the Head Girl of their floor standing by the door which had been left open when Sylvia left. Head Girls were graduate students who were seeking a job placement at the school. For the past two years, the Head Girl for their floor had been Marissa Samuels. Also known as the feminist converter as she was always preaching about women equality to the girls.
"Yes?" Alicia asked in a sweet tone, a tone that Farrah knew too well.
"You have visitors," Marissa said before turning around and beginning to make her way towards the main building. She knew Farrah and Alicia were behind her, following close by. Both girls kept a straight face even when they entered the main building and spotted their boyfriends sitting down in the waiting area. "Now ladies, I'd like to remind you that you've used two of your three monthly visits and it is hardly the middle of the month."
"We know," Alicia spoke, and rolling her eyes after Marissa turned her back on them.
"Boys, always a pleasure to have you here," Marissa spoke to Wes and David who were now both on their feet. "Now, remember don't break anything or we will have to ban you from the campus. We don't want any repeats from last year."
Farrah and Alicia stifled their giggles, remembering how Jeff had tried to serenade a senior named Katherine. She'd been away on holiday; clueless, Jeff resorted to climbing a tree nearby. In the end he broke her bedroom window and sprained his wrist.
"We promise nothing like that will ever happen again," Wes said, followed by a nod from David.
Marissa nodded before leaving the four teens in the lobby area of the main building. Farrah quickly walked to Wes' arms and Alicia gave David a small peck on the cheek.
"Okay, let's get out of here," David announced as he walked, hand in hand, out of the main building with Alicia, followed by Wes and Farrah.
"Blaine!" Thad called out, spotting the short boy walking out of the library after his usual late afternoon run.
Blaine who seemed to be deep in thought looked up, before smiling at Thad. "Hey man. Oh, sorry about today's rehearsal… lost track of time."
Thad, who had been looking for the soloist to ask why he had missed rehearsal, suddenly let out a deep breath and sighed. "I- just don't let it happen again, Sectionals is fast approaching you know," he finally said.
"I do," Blaine replied before catching himself humming "Teenage Dream" and stopping. They made their way towards the school cafeteria.
"Well, I presume you already know that you'll be taking lead," Thad broke the silence after a moment.
Blaine looked up at him surprised, before nodding. "I suspected it," he finally said. "But we need two songs for Sectionals."
Thad nodded. "Right now we're just waiting for people to sign up to audition," Thad said shrugging. "Either way, you shouldn't worry about competition; you were elected in the beginning of the year as lead singer for a reason."
Blaine tried not to blush. Both entered the cafeteria which always had people here and there grabbing a quick bite before heading to class. "So what did I miss by the way? I was going to ask Nicholas, but I haven't seen him since I returned back to campus," Blaine said as he sat opposite of Thad at a table for four.
Thad was about to ask why Blaine had left campus, when one the waiters from the cafeteria came to ask them for their order. Both got the Chicken Alfredo and a salad on the side for dinner. "We're considering doing Train for Sectionals. Their song "Hey, Soul Sister" would sound amazing a cappella!"
Blaine was about to tell Thad about what had happened today, but then spotted Richard walking towards them.
"Hey guys, do you mind if I join you for dinner?" he asked.
"Not at all," Thad said motioning for him to sit down.
"Thanks," Richard said taking a seat down. "Fell asleep in the library; forgot it was Madame Boucher's shift, I got woken up by a yardstick hitting against my desk."
Thad and Blaine laughed just as their dinner arrived.
"I'll have what they're having," Richard told the waiter, who nodded and left.
"Do you want us to wait for you to get your food?" Blaine asked as he took a sip of his water.
Richard shook his head. "It's fine, go on ahead. By the way, where are David and Wes?"
Blaine shrugged as he began cutting his chicken. Richard turned to Thad, whom was taking big bites of his salad. After a moment's silence and both Richard and Blaine's gaze on him, he cleared his throat. "I think they went to Crawford Day." He glanced at his watch before adding, "They should be coming back soon though, it's nearly curfew time."
"Oh," Richard said a bit confused. "Oh," he said once again realizing why Thad had taken his time in answering the question.
"Yes 'oh' but if it's okay with you I'd like to not talk about it," Thad said before stuffing his mouth with chicken.
They stayed remained quiet even after Richard's plate had arrived. "By the way, where were you today during rehearsal?" Richard asked Blaine just as he finished his own Chicken Alfredo.
Blaine looked up, semi-uncomfortable.
"David and Wes said it was personal," Thad reminded Richard with a small glare.
"Oh right," Richard said before turning to Blaine, "Sorry, man."
"Don't worry about it," Blaine said finishing his water. He stopped, thinking of how to put the situation into words, "I don't want to say it's personal as in me, but personal as in the person who is involved."
"That new kid?" Richard asked.
"Yes," Blaine said, continuing to eat, hoping Richard wouldn't ask more questions.
Thad looked over at Richard, silently telling to not push the subject anymore. He finished the remainder of his food before speaking. "Well, I'm going back to my dorm. I have a few reading assignments to do before going to sleep. Blaine, the Council will talk with you once we decide on the second song for Sectionals. Goodbye, gentlemen."
He picked up his school bag, nodded at both of them and made his way out of the cafeteria.
"I'm stuffed," Richard said leaning back and unloosening his tie.
Blaine looked at him, before sighing. He trusted all of the Warblers, they were honestly the brothers he'd never had. He'd grown up with two older sisters and both his parents were only child's so no cousins. The events of last year had brought the Warbles more closer and united as a team.
"You okay?" Richard asked.
"The boy who came here today," Blaine said slowly playing with his napkin.
"What about him?"
"He's from Lima. I can't help, but shake the feeling that he may be going to the same school as him."
"Well, you never know. I mean, how many high schools are there in Lima?" Richard asked trying not to lift up Blaine's spirits. He knew who Blaine was talking about, but preferred not to mention him. He tried to remember what the "spy" looked like even though it didn't really matter much to him.
"Valid point, but Lima isn't that big, I think. I've never really been there."
"You should talk to David and Wes," Richard recommended. He hadn't been too involved in the events of last year. Nonetheless, he wanted to help Blaine in some way. He just didn't know how, so his only suggestion was to speak to the people who were more involved in the events of last year.
"I don't know, Wes and David won't be too happy," Blaine said taking a deep breath. "If I tell Nicholas though he will just tell me to stay away. But what if he does go to the same school as Kurt?"
"You should have brought this up when Thad was still here, he's the one with the most reason out of the group," Richard said trying to lighten up the mood. He reached for his backpack, before looking at Blaine. "So what are you going to do?"
"Lima? Are you sure?" Thad asked from his desk, looking at David and Wes who were sitting at the edge of his bed.
"Yes," David assured him. "We don't want to jump to any conclusions, but it could be possible that-"
"We don't know that," Wes cut in quickly. David resisted very hard not rolling his eyes. After their double date with Farrah and Alicia, they'd run into Thad as they made their way into the Seniors floor. David and Wes filled in Thad about their visitor which led them to where they were now.
"Blaine didn't say anything to me," Thad mentioned still deep in thought.
"But he has to know by now," Wes argued back. Neither of them said anything else after that.
Finally, with a deep sigh and standing up, David asked, "So what do we do now?"
"For the first time, I have no idea," Thad said turning back to the textbook in front of him.
Wes and David looked at each other, knowing that was the end of the conversation and walked out of Thad's bedroom.
"I can't wait to see what Sean comes up with!" Jeff said nearly jumping from all the excitement.
"Me neither, this is going to be good. We could hold auditions after Thanksgiving in New York and meet over the summer for rehearsals," Nick said taking out his Blackberry to write everything down.
"And now that we have a name we can inform the Warblers about it and maybe one of them might want to join," Jeff said as they began climbing up the stairs to their dorm rooms.
"I must say the name- it just goes perfect with the kind of music the band will be making."
"So you really like it, then?" Jeff asked a bit nervously as they reached the second floor of the dorm building.
The school had a weird setup for dorms. The senior bedrooms were in the second floor, meanwhile the juniors were in the third. The school thought it fair that seniors have less stairs to climb in order to get to their rooms. Freshman and sophomores were in a different building, closer to the library which was no more than a ten minute walk from the classroom building.
"Yes! Even Sean, although I must admit Sean has a unique taste. Did you see he was wearing mismatched socks?"
"Um no," Jeff trying not to laugh.
"I'm exhausted; I'm going to bed early, I have AP Calculus tomorrow morning," Nick said once they landed on the third floor and walking over to his own room. "Good night."
"Night," Jeff said back, suppressing a yawn. He wasn't too tired yet so he walked towards the end of the building where the common room was.
He found Blaine sitting by the piano, not really playing just pressing keys at random.
"Blaine," Jeff called as he got closer, making the other boy turn around.
"Hi Jeff," Blaine said before smiling.
"So what happened to the spy?" Jeff asked, leaning against the wall near the fireplace.
Blaine gave him a confused look before laughing. "Oh, Kurt. He wasn't a spy... well not really. He was just checking out the school and also happens to be from out rival choir group. Big misunderstanding."
"Oh. Does the council know?" Jeff asked nervous as he had been the one to inform them that Kurt was a spy.
"Yes," Blaine nodded.
"Something bothering you?" Jeff asked after Blaine went silent for a while.
"Just thinking," Blaine said before muttering, "about someone."
"Someone, eh? Is it Kurt? Don't think none of the Warblers missed the looks you kept throwing at him throughout the number."
"What? No! I don't even know him that well," Blaine said defensively.
"Then?"
Blaine knew Jeff, unlike Nick, wouldn't give up until he knew. With a sigh, he looked at the left couch on the center of the room before saying, "I was just thinking about Sam."
"Wait, Sam as in Sam Evans?"