Hey you guys
SO, some of you let me know in your review that Pride and Prejudice is your favorite book, and that makes me so happy, because it's my favorite book as well (hence, the reason I used it) so yeey!
Not much of Kurt in this one, sorry, you will have to have some patience :D I hope you like it though. The song I used in here is be our guest (from the movie, yes) www . youtube . com /watch?v = KE6L7ID1kS4
I slightly altered in, but all of the songs of the movies will be used in this way
oh and I made a mistake in my last author's note. Kurt and Blaine are seniors here, not juniors. sorry
And guys, all ready 8 reviews for merely the epilogue :D thanks so much!
Okay, long enough, on with the story!
CHAPTER 1
Blaine sighed; maybe going to a new school wasn't as fun as he had hoped. It was clear that there was no no-bullying policy here. Blaine had been pushed around, shoved into lockers, and he thought he'd seen someone getting hit with a slushie? Insane. And they didn't even know he was gay. It's not like he screamed gay. But he did scream book nerd, with his glasses and the book clutched to his chest. And apparently that had been enough to get teased about.
He was glad he had at least brought a book to read. All though there was no library where he could go and read quietly. But at least it had given him something to do during the lunch period.
Blaine didn't make friends very easy, you see. He wasn't one to approach someone and ask if he could sit with them. Instead he had sat at a table alone in the back. First he had studied the groups with interest. Jocks, cheerleaders, computer nerds (they all had laptops with them), Asian people, black people, freaks. All divided into groups at tables. Blaine had never seen this before. Dalton didn't have groups, well except maybe the warblers. But even they had mingled with the rest of the students.
But here, it was obviously divided. Except for two tables. One, seated next to him, was occupied with a boy. Alone, like him. His mind had wandered to the idea to approach him. But when he had set foot in his direction, the boy had pulled the hoodie he was wearing, further across his head, and turned his head the other way. Since Blaine was quite shy, this was enough to make him forget about that idea.
And then there was another table. It was the only table he couldn't make sense of. He had separated the other once fairly easy. But this one was something special. To begin, there was this enormous loud girl in the middle talking above everyone else. There were two cheerios, who appeared to be together, they were holding hands the whole time at least. There was kid in a wheel chair, a black girl that was arguing with the loud girl his eyes had fallen on first. Two Asians that were constantly attached by the lips. And then, this surprised Blaine the most, there were some jocks, in football jackets. Especially the one with the Mohawk looked rather scary. Even when he was lip locked with the big girl. Come to think of it, the girl looked rather scary herself.
Blaine didn't understand why they hadn't been sitting by the groups they seemed to belong with. They were quite a diverse group that was for sure. Maybe tomorrow, if he gathered the courage, he would try to talk to one of them. He had to make some friends; he was supposed to spend the rest of this year here.
He sighed and entered his last class of the day, Spanish. At least the classes here were fairly easy. The level had been way higher at Dalton. It hadn't really surprised Blaine, this was a public school after all. To him, it only meant more time to read.
Class went by in a blur, like all day. He sat in the back, and tried to make some notes. But it was pretty clear that it was basic level. And most of the people in this class couldn't even master that. He noticed the boy with the hoodie was sitting in the back, just like him. Blaine wondered why nobody seemed to care that he was hiding himself under there. At Dalton, you couldn't even where a hat. But then again, everybody was supposed to wear uniforms. So he probably shouldn't compare those two.
When the bell rang, Blaine gathered his stuff to get home. He was the last to leave class, before the teacher stopped him.
"Blaine, right?" he questioned.
Blaine nodded and pushed his glasses up his nose, "yes sir."
"I noticed you didn't seem to pay too much attention today,"
Blaine's eyes widened, "I'm sorry sir, it's just… It's all new and most of the classes are fairly easy and-"
"Blaine, Blaine, calm down," Mr. Shue lay a hand on his shoulder, "I'm not accusing you of anything. I figured as much since you transferred from Dalton."
"Oh," Blaine nodded, "okay."
"I was wondering, if maybe you would be interested in an extra project, so you wouldn't be bored in my class," Mr. Shue suggested.
"Oh, uhm yeah sure," Blaine rubbed the back of his neck, "I guess."
"Tell you what, you try it, and if you don't like it, no harm done," Mr. Shue nodded encouraging, "that way you can maybe learn something."
"Okay, sounds great," Blaine smiled at his teacher. He was the first one to show any interest in him all day.
"Tomorrow, after class, Stay for ten minutes, I'll explain it to you then. And I'll ask Kurt to stay as well. He's also doing an extra project, I'm sure you two can help each other," Mr. shue said while packing his stuff to leave.
"Kurt?" Blaine questioned. He hoped with all his hart it wasn't one of the jocks that had shoved him earlier.
"Yes, the kid that was sitting two seats next to you, with the hoodie," Mr. Shue smiled at him, "he could use a friend maybe," he added under his breath, but Blaine had caught it.
Maybe it was an opportunity to make a new friend, someone he could sit with during lunch and occasionally talk to. So he nodded, "sounds great sir."
"Okay, it's a deal," Mr. Shue grinned at him and took his bag, "I would explain today, but I have to get to glee club, so tomorrow it is then."
"Glee club?" Blaine questioned with interest. This school had a glee club?
"Yes, I'm the director of our school's glee club, the new directions," Mr. Shue stopped and looked at Blaine.
The name sounded familiar to him, he thought they had competed against them last year during regionals.
Mr. Shue looked at Blaine with questioning eyes, "you're interested in joining?"
"Maybe," Blaine mumbled softly. He did love singing, nearly as much as reading, "I was a part of the Warblers at Dalton."
Mr. Shue whistled, "Wow, those guys are good. You should join Blaine, I'm sure everybody will be thrilled to get a new member."
"I guess I could try," Blaine said softly. He wasn't too sure how he felt about audition in front of an audience. It had taken him nearly a year and a half before he had dared to sing in front of the warbler council in Dalton. And that was only three men, since auditions were private.
"Tell you what, come with me, and just check us out today," Mr. Shue gestured to Blaine to follow him, "if you like it, you come back Thursday to audition. We have practice twice a week, Monday and Thursday. What do you say?"
Blaine thought a moment and nodded in agreement. Checking them out couldn't hurt, and maybe he could gather up his courage to sing for them Thursday, Or maybe next week. Yes, Blaine decided. He would try to do that.
So he followed Mr. Shue down the hall, to the choir room. When they entered, the room was filled with the strange group he had noticed during lunch. So that's why they were sitting together. They were in the glee club together.
"Hey guys," Mr. Shue spoke up, to gather the attention of the room, "Blaine here is a new student, and he's sitting in today to check us out. So be at your best behavior, okay."
Blaine blushed when all eyes fixed on him.
"Hotness," the olive skinned girl in cheerio uniform called out.
"Santana," The blonde cheerio next to her turned to look at her and looked upset.
"No worries Britt, you're still my favorite," she smiled and locked their hands.
So they were a couple apparently. Maybe they would accept him here after all.
"Take a seat Blaine," Mr. Shue gestured to the room and went to the desk in the corner to get out his stuff.
"Hi, I'm Rachel. Come sit here," A small brunette gestured to the stool next to her and stood up, facing the room, "I think this is the perfect opportunity to try out the new song we've been practicing for the dining conference tonight."
The black girl nodded and said, "She has a point, it's rather fitting. Maybe not the whole song, but most parts of it are." The blonde boy sitting next to her got up and pulled them to the center as well.
Was the whole club dating, Blaine wondered. The two cheerio girls apparently were. The Asians had been lip locked the entire lunch. He looked at them. Well they still were. And the guy with the Mohawk and the big scary girl had been as well.
"Okay," Rachel spoke up again, "tonight, we're watering a French evening they organized for the teachers to raise some money for our trip to nationals. So imagine us dressed as waiters and it will make sense."
Blaine nodded.
"Artie, whenever you're ready," Mr. Shue nodded at the guy in the wheel chair.
"Mon chere Mademoiselle's et Monsieur's, it is with deepest pride and greatest pleasure that we welcome you tonight," Artie began, while looking straight at Blaine, making him fidget a bit in his chair, "And now we invite you to relax, let us pull up a chair as the dining room proudly presents," he made a bow and pushed his chair back so he joined the rest of the group who were standing behind him, "your dinner!"
Rachel, came forward and started, "Be our guest! Be our guest! Put our service to the test," she skipped to Blaine and wrapped her scarves around him, "Tie your napkin 'round your neck, Cherie, and we'll provide the rest!"
"Soup du jour," The blonde boy exclaimed while stepping forward.
"Hot hors d'oeuvres," the Asian girl grinned and joined him.
"Why, we only live to serve," Rachel skipped around them, "Try the grey stuff, it's delicious. Don't believe me? Ask the dishes!" She pointed at the blonde cheerio, Britt, if he remembered correctly and the Asian boy who came forward and started dancing together, "they can sing, they can dance. After all, this is France. And a dinner here is never second best!"
The black girl ran forward, handed Blaine a menu and ran back to the group while Rachel continued, "Go on, unfold your menu, take a glance and then you'll be our guest. Oui, our guest, be our guest!"
She stepped back into the group and they all sang together, "Beef ragout, Cheese soufflé, Pie and pudding 'en flambe'"
The olive skinned cheerio, Santana right, sang alone, "We'll prepare and serve with flair, a culinary cabaret!"
Then they all together continued again, "You're alone, and you're scared. But the banquet's all prepared," they did some sort of dancing routine together, "No one's gloomy or complaining, while the flatware's entertaining!"
"We tell jokes!" One of the jocks, the tall one stepped forward.
"I do tricks, with my fellow candlesticks!" The other jock with the Mohawk exclaimed and stepped forward as well.
They stepped back and the whole group chimed in, "And it's all in perfect taste,that you can bet!"
Then they continued to sing together softly, while Rachel took the lead "Come on and lift your glass. You've won your own free pass, to be out guest!"
The Asian girl stepped up again, "If you're stressed, it's fine dining we suggest!"
And then all together they went again, "Be our guest! Be our guest! Be our guest!" by know they were all dancing. Rachel stepped forward to take Blaine's hands and pull them into the group to join them. Blaine, who was mesmerized by the spectacle, let her. He was not used to this. The warblers had been a group swaying in the background of one lead singer. But this! They all looked like they were having so much fun.
Suddenly the black girl ran forward and started, "It's a guest! It's a guest! Sakes alive, well I'll be blessed! Wine's been poured and thank the Lord," she held her hands up to the sky; "I've had the napkins freshly pressed."
Santana ran up to her and spun her around, "With dessert, she'll want tea. And my dear that's fine with me! While the cups do their soft-shoein', I'll be bubbling, I'll be brewing!" she swayed her hips seductively towards Brittany, "I'll get warm, piping hot," then stilled and gasped, "Heaven's sakes! Is that a spot?" she turned to the Mohawk guy, "Clean it up! We want the company impressed!"
They all joined in behind her, "We've got a lot to do!"
The black girl came forward again,"Is it one lump or two?"
And then they joined all together, and Blaine couldn't help singing along, they were all having so much fun, it was clear on their faces, "For you, our guest! She's our guest!"
Rachel came forward again and bolted loudly, "She's our guest!"
And they finished it off together, "She's our guest! Be our guest! Be our guest! Be our guest!
Our command is your request. It's been years since we've had anybody here, and we're obsessed!" they were all dancing with and through each other, Blaine laughed when the blonde cheerio, Britt, took his hands and twirled around with him, "With your meal, with your ease, yes, indeed, we aim to please. While the candlelight's still glowing, let us help you, We'll keep going. Course by course, one by one,"
Artie shouted, "Till you shout, "Enough! I'm done!"
"Then we'll sing you off to sleep as you digest, tonight you'll prop your feet up. But for now, let's eat up. Be our guest! Be our guest! Be our guest!"
Rachel stepped forward and sang the last notes loud and clear, "Please, be our guest!"
They were all smiling while trying to catch their breath, Blaine included. Yes, he had liked singing with the warblers, but this was something entirely different. They had so much energy, and every single one of them enjoyed it so much.
"Guys, you were amazing," Mr. shue clapped, "you'll blow the teachers of their socks tonight," he looked at Blaine, "so what do you think kid, care to join?"
Blaine, getting shy again when everybody stared at him, nodded.
"Great," Rachel bolted, "we can always use new members."
"Fantastic," Mr. Shue clapped Blaine on the shoulder, "just get ready a little something for next meeting so we can hear your voice."
Blaine's eyes widened, he almost forgot. But he didn't want to sing in front of them. Dancing with them and singing along was one thing. But actually getting in front of them and sing solo? He swallowed heavily, he didn't know if he could do that.
Vampire Princess 900: aw thank you :D I'm glad you enjoyed it
ForgottenPulse: WOEHOE? THE FIRST TIME RULES8 :D *makes happy dance* I honestly don't care about next weeks episode, xD
and don't worry, adorable Kurt will come back. His bitchiness is just a facade
GaaraLover1298: haha, yes, Santana is the witch :D it just seemed to fit… tahnks for Reading& reviewing & liking it :D
Ittlebitz: haha, I agree with you on all three :D (well, BatB is my favourite Disney movie ^^) glad you enjoyed it ^^
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