The next morning when Blaine got ready, he used about three times as much hair gel as necessary - just to be sure, you know? He fiddled around with the hem of his shirt, because did it cover enough so that no one would be able to compare his statue with... Himself? In the end he chose to wear a polka dotted long-sleeved shirt with bow tie and just to be sure he grabbed a blue blazer to wear above.

Of course he also wore a light blue jacket, just to, you know, make sure. When he came downstairs his mother was already sitting at the table, and she looked at him curiously.

"What?"

"Everything okay, honey?"

"Um, pffft. Yeah." He rolled his eyes and smiled, a little insecure. Even Blaine himself could tell that he didn't sound convincingly in any way.

"What-what should be wrong?"

His mother just continued to stare at him while preparing his lunch. Blaine sighed and sat down on the other side of the table. 'Mother knows best, Blaine. Listen to Disney!'

"I... I want to try out for Glee club today." Upon hearing the news, Pamela smiled. "Oh Blaine, boy that's great! But can you just audition in middle of the term?"

"Try outs were a month ago, it's not midterm." He stood up and took a bowl and some cereal out of the cupboard. "And you could say I got special permission for it."

"Oh?"

"I, um. You know how I told you about my YouTube channel?"

"Yeah. Where you're putting the videos you do in the basement?"

"Mhm." He agreed as he ate his cereal.

"And they heard you and want you to try out?"

"Um." He had told her about it, yes, but never how famous he really was. "No?"

His mother put down her knife. "Blaine, dear, if you don't start to be a bit more specific, I'll never be able to help you, and you do seem a bit... Unsettled."

He chewed and swallowed, then laid down his spoon. "I... Might have never told you how... Popular those videos are -"

"Honey, I've heard you singing, there was no need to tell me they were popular." She said with a loving smile that made Blaine feel all warm on the inside.

"Yeah. And, in. In those videos I look kind of... Not like me. So, People in school don't know it's me. And when I sing today in front of some of them, what if they'll recognize me and I'll get into trouble?"

Blaine looked up into his mothers eyes, a pleading look on his face. When he felt insecure, he just needed someone to rely on. It had been that way since his toddler days, and nothing has changed in his teenage years.

Not with all the mean comments and bullying at school.

His mother had always been there for him. She took a moment to think about it, then said; "Well, I'm sure they will only concentrate on your talent. If they comment on it, just say that the voice on the Internet sounds different because of technical things and filters and so on."

'Good Idea, actually - But;' "They... They know how I sound in real life. I mean as him. I've kind of, um, met with them yesterday as him, so..."

His mother stared at him. "And you thought that was a good idea yeah?"

Blaine stayed silent for a bit. "Yes. I was in my 'costume' and I told them yesterday that we sound alike, so they don't get suspicious you know? When I don't act as if someone special is in front of them, they won't too, right?"

"So, then what's the problem?"

'Yeah, where is the problem? My plan will work won't it?' Blaine stood up, next to his mother who held out his lunch bag for him, and hugged her.

"Thank you, mum."

"No problem, honey."

After a few awful classes, and almost being thrown into the lockers once for 'being a smart ass' (well, he had just tried to be nice. If they were so sure that England was a state of America, good.) he stood in the boys restroom and stared at himself.

'Fuck it' he thought, as he applied a bit more hair gel to his already slick hair. (Yes, he had bought an emergency-bottle.)
'Okay Blaine. You can do it. They love your voice and promised to hear you out. Kurt will love you.'
He put away the bottle and then went into the auditorium, head held as high as he dared.
Before he entered, he could hear their speculations as to who he would be and if he'd really come and why he hadn't shown up yet. Santana sounded kind of belligerent.

'Breathe.'

Blaine opened the door and then suddenly everybody stared at him. He smiled.

They did not.

"What d'you want, loser?" Puck asked. He cleared his throat. "Um, my friend -"

"No. You know what?" Kurt interrupted him.

'Oh no, he's seen the similarities, fuck, he knows he knows he knows-'

"I don't even care. Just leave, we are waiting for someone."

'What?' He cleared his throat again. 'Don't panic'. "Y-Yeah, um." Okay, yesterday Kurt had stuttered, and now it was him? What changed? "I-I think you are waiting for me."

The Glee kids looked at each other, and Quinn and Santana even laughed openly.

"You?" The Latina asked and crossed her arms infront of her chest. Okay. Blaine could be a bitch too.

"Well, I don't know if you are waiting for someone else too, but my friend Devon said that he spoke to you and that you said I was very welcome to try out?"

He had sounded surprisingly strong and confident, but in the end it sounded like a question and his hand fisted into his bag. He was ready to storm out and maybe move to a different state (England, maybe?) when Kurt stormed toward him and grabbed his arm. Hard.

"Okay, I don't know what this is - a joke?" he whispered furiously, "But it took me quite some time to convince those guys to listen to a friend of Devon, and now this friend is you? You're like, the most unpopular guy in school, and I swear, if your voice is not as good as Devon told us, I will have Puck kill you!"

Blaine swallowed. Okay...

"I - don't - don't worry. I'll do my best."

"Yes, you better."

His eyes, now colder than he had ever seen them, followed him as he put down his bag. The other members and Kurt sat down on the red chairs. Most of them whispered or snickered about him and Rachel, who sat next to Kurt, sneered "Really Kurt? Are you serious?"

Blaine sat on the stool in front of the piano and began to play. After a few seconds, Finn said "Dude, really we don't need a pianist, we need a singer."

Blaine curtly stopped playing, took a deep breath (what am I even doing here?) and then continued. Then he opened his mouth. He had originally planned to sing 'Don't Stop Me Now', but he suddenly didn't feel like it anymore.

"All around me are familiar faces

Worn out places, worn out faces "

'Mad World' just felt right now. All those bad feelings, the hatred, the judgement he had to endure day for day. The sting of betrayl. But, he should have known they would react to him like this, shouldn't he? He didn't look in the direction of the others. They would either be really happy or really pissed right now.

"I find it hard to take

When people run in circles

It's a very, very mad world, mad world "

Mad school, really. Mad glee club.

"Went to school and I was very nervous

No one knew me, no one knew me"

Okay, Blaine had known the lyrics, but the more he sung, the more perfect this song seemed to be. If Kurt liked it? Would he still love his voice? The biggest part of the song, the singing boy had kept his eyes close or looked at the piano, now he raised them up from the keys and looked at Kurt, who had a straight face.

"I find it hard to tell you

I find it hard to take

When people run in circles

It's a very, very mad world, mad world."

He played a little longer, to make the feelings last, and then stopped, not looking up from his hands. Had he done it right? He felt like 'Mad World' was fitting only moments before, had put all of his pain and feelings into the words his mouth had formed, and he definitely felt something.

But had the others? Had Kurt?

Blaine knew the way they normally started to join into songs and sang vocals, but when he sang?

There had been nothing.

Just... Silence.