Nobody Says No To Kurt Hummel Part Two
I didn't see the new kid again until about a week and a half later. I was in the choir room with my Glee Club, the New Directions (I know that sounds totally wanky, but I didn't pick the name, okay?). The McKinley High Glee Club was at the very bottom of the social heap before I joined and gave it some credibility. Along with my co-captain, Rachel Berry, we'd transformed the failing show choir into social stars, second only to the Cheerios. We'd won Nationals two years in a row now, thanks in no way to our official director, Mr. Schuester. He was running New Directions into the ground until Rachel and I took over. He shows up every now and again to supervise and comes with us to competitions, but we don't let him do anything important. On this particular day he was nowhere to be seen, and Rachel and I were putting together competition set lists that featured us heavily on lead vocal – we were the best performers in the club, after all.
That's when the new kid walked in. He was once against overdoing it with the hair gel, and he once again appeared to be dressed like a Baby Gap mannequin that was allergic to socks, but... damn. There was just something about him that was extremely fuckable.
"Can we help you, hobbit?" Santana said with a look of contempt that made me proud.
"Are you lost, new kid?" I said with mock sympathy.
He blushed when he looked at me. His bashfulness was actually kind of adorable.
"I, erm..." he said quietly. "I would like to join your Glee Club... please."
There was muttering and quietly giggling from everyone else in the room.
"You can't just join," said Rachel with a pitying chuckle. "We don't let anyone who walks in and asks nicely just join this Glee Club."
"We outlawed that crap after we ended Mr. Schuester's reign of terror," I added.
"We are a champion, award-winning show choir," said Rachel. "We can't just let any old riff-raff in. You have to fill out an application form and you have to audition for us to even consider you."
"Oh, I've already filled out an application," he said with a bright grin, pulling the paper work out of his bag and handing it to Rachel. "And I've prepared an audition song. I have a very musical background, since I was the lead soloist in the show choir at my old school, and..."
"Please stop talking," I said.
He shut up immediately. I admired his obedience. As I turned it over in my head, I supposed it wouldn't be so terrible to have someone new in the Glee Club. All my girls were amazing – Rachel, Santana and Brittany, of course, as well as my number one diva, Mercedes Jones, my sweet Asian Goth, Tina Cohen-Chang, and my beautiful mess, Quinn Fabray. But it would be nice to have a new boy.
With the exception of Artie Abrams, the handicapped director of our school musicals who sang like a dream, the rest of the guys in the club were jocks and, amusingly, former conquests, and they'd all only joined because I had. There was Finn Hudson (four and a half minutes of my life I'm never getting back), Noah Puckerman (awesome, but arrogant), Sam Evans (that absurdly large mouth of his was magical, but he was such a dork) and Mike Chang (a dancer, so deliciously bendy, but not much for conversation). It wouldn't hurt to have a little something new.
"The Dalton Academy Warblers," Rachel read out slowly as she skimmed through his application form. "Why do I know that name...?"
Tina, Mercedes and Quinn all stood behind her and read over her shoulder.
"Oh, I remember them," said Mercedes. "It was that private school we beat at Sectionals one time."
"Oh yeah," said Tina with a nod. "All those cute guys in blazers."
"They were singing Katy Perry or something," Quinn added moodily, curling some of her short pink hair around her finger.
"I think I remember," I said, looking the new kid up and down. "Those uniforms were kind of hot, but I make a habit of not paying too much attention to my competition. Don't take it personally that I don't recognise you, new kid. The Warblers were just a blur of doo-whopping navy blue and red to me at the time."
"...right," the new kid muttered. "So is it okay if I audition now?"
"Sure," I said with a shrug. "I suppose we can give you a shot."
We all sat down, ready to judge, as the new kid handed sheet music to our pianist, Brad, and the rest of the band. He stood awkwardly in front of us in the middle of the room, an embarrassed smile on his face that made him look a little like a nervous toddler.
"So... Blaine," said Rachel, reading his name off of his form. "What will you be singing for us?"
He cleared his throat. "I'll be singing Something's Coming from West Side Story. I've always loved that musical, and I've always dreamed of playing Tony on stage because..."
"Just sing the song," I said because, seriously, we did not need his life story.
He stopped talking and blushed, taking off his bag and cardigan before he nodded at the Brad and the band to start. He shook himself out a little as the music started, but the moment he began to sing he was suddenly the picture of confidence. His dazzling eyes lit up as he moved around the space like he was on a Broadway stage. His voice was dreamy and delicious and possibly even better than the original of this song. It actually made me feel a little... swoony. Not a feeling I was used to, but I just couldn't take my eyes off him. He had such amazing presence, such charisma. He was pure leading man material. And his arms in that red polo shirt, not to mention his incredible ass in those tight Capri pants... holy hell, it was pornographic. He didn't even blush when our eyes met. He just gave me this winning smile as he sang, and I actually felt like I was going to evaporate. Nobody had ever had this effect on me before – especially a bashfully little junior who dressed like a baby librarian crossed with a male version of Rachel.
After his big finish – in which I'm pretty sure my heart actually skipped a beat – he was abruptly back to his nervous self, taking an awkward little bow as we applauded. I looked over at the rest of my club to see their reactions. Rachel was clearly in love and the rest of the girls were pretty awestruck too, even Santana, who was a judgemental bitch and man-hating lesbian, so a pretty guy prancing around to West Side Story really shouldn't have done anything to stir her lady-loins. So that was a promising sign. The guys actually looked pretty impressed too, especially Artie, who looked like he really wanted to give a standing ovation. Finn didn't look pleased though, but that was clearly just because he was jealous, and his opinion didn't matter anyway so whatever.
"So, was that, erm... was that okay?" the new kid said anxiously.
Everybody looked at me in expectation.
"We still need time to properly evaluate your audition," I said seriously. "And we need to make sure everything on your application form is in order. But that performance is well above average, Blaine. We'll keep you posted."
He smiled and blushed quite furiously when I used his actual name. "Thank you."
Once he gathered his stuff and exited the choir room, looking back at me as he left, the room was quickly filled with talk about this talented new kid.
"Blaine is amazing," Rachel said, pacing excitedly. "He's an absolute dream. He is the Tony to my Maria."
"He's also obviously gay," Santana said, rolling her eyes. "So put your panties back on, Man Hands."
"How do you know he was gay?" Rachel said, a little desperately. "I didn't really get that impression from him..."
"That's because you have terrible gaydar, Berry," Santana said disdainfully. "He obviously couldn't be any gayer if he tried."
"Obviously," I added, reading through his application form.
"Can we get back on topic please?" Quinn said quietly, frowning at everyone as usual.
"I don't like him," Finn grumbled. "He's such a ball-hog. Total attention seeker."
I didn't even look up from the page. "You're only saying that because he's better than you, Gigantor."
Finn spluttered but couldn't think of a comeback, and I continued to read through Blaine's form as everyone else carried on their discussion. Everything on this form was actually pretty impressive; he could play a bunch of instruments and had watched all of the recommended musicals that Rachel and I had listed – a list that so far only myself and Rachel had actually watched all of. And that audition really had been perfection. There seemed no doubt in my mind that the new kid was going to be a part of my Glee Club regardless of anybody else's opinion. And, as I've said, my word is law.