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A Journey-Chapter 9
"What?" Blaine exclaimed. This was insane, he could not sing that song at regionals. He glanced around at the other Warblers for support, but only Kurt responded appropriately.
"I need to agree with Blaine here, the song choice is a little inappropriate for regionals," the sophomore said.
Wes looked at both boys, "We need to be able to adapt and grow to accommodate modern culture, and this song is the perfect way to begin that process."
Blaine sat down and still shocked replied, "This song is not the right way to go about this situation, and I will not sing it."
David rolled his eyes and banged his gavel before saying, "It's too late in the year to have someone else sing the lead, and therefore you need to be part of the team and do what is best for everyone."
Kurt smirked, and laughed inwardly at David's comment. He wasn't sure if that particular song was going to be good for anyone, and he was surprised that Tom wasn't objecting to the song choice.
As if on cue, Blaine asked, "What about you Tom? Are you really okay with us singing this song?"
The senior remained quiet, and it was soon clear this was a two to one thing with the council members.
"Imagine if your brother was being told to sing this," Blaine urged.
Tom's mood changed but his voice was steady as he replied, "There's nothing I can do."
Blaine shook his head in disgust, and he stood up and walked out the door.
Kurt was holding back the urge to go after him, and he crossed his legs so they didn't run away on him. He looked after the junior, and turned to see Wes staring at him exasperatedly.
"Just go Kurt," the senior said.
Kurt leapt up from the sofa, and bounded out the door to catch up with Blaine. He saw him round the corner down the hallway and called, "Blaine, I'm coming!"
Blaine stepped back, and saw the younger boy hurrying towards him. "I'm sorry Kurt, I just couldn't stay in there any longer."
Kurt closed the gap between them, and held Blaine to his chest while his heart continued to pound from running.
"Kurt, I can't sing that song," Blaine repeated a little frantic as he clutched the boy in front of him.
"I know, I wouldn't sing that song either," the younger boy replied. "I have an idea," he explained as they walked down the hall towards the double doors.
"Continue," Blaine said energetically.
The duo chattered excitedly about Kurt's plan as they made their way to their dorm rooms. Kurt had a group project in history that he needed to work on with some other students, and Blaine had an essay to write for AP English so they parted ways with a kiss that sent shivers up both boys' spines.
After Blaine shut his door, he headed over to his bed and sat down shakily. Kurt's plan sounded great, but could they get the other Warblers in on it? He glanced at his laptop, and then at the clock on his bedside table before settling in at his desk. As he typed in his password, he began to sing:
On your palm an endless wonder
Lines that speak the truth without a sound
In your eyes awaits the tireless hunger
Already looks for prey to run down
So why do we keep up this charade
How do we tell apart the time to leave from the time to wait
A few rooms down the hall, the younger boy was searching through his satchel for the assignment directions. He looked at the time briefly before concluding he still had a few minutes to himself, and then started to sing:
The dance of flames and shadows in the street
Make poetry nobody's ever heard
The weight of loneliness stands on your feet
The cage already there around the bird
So why don't we join the masquerade
Before it all falls apart before our love becomes insatiate
Both boys looked at their doors, and wondered what the other was doing at the exact moment as they sang the chorus:
What does tomorrow want with me
What does it matter what I see
If it can't be my design
Tell me where do we draw the line
Blaine looked out the window, and watched a few students walking along the sidewalk. He wondered if any of them felt like him, and decided for the first time in his life that the feeling he felt was trapped. He went on to sing the next verse with tears in his eyes:
Where's the cooling wind
Where's the evergreen field
Where's my mother's open arms
Where's my father lionheart
S'like the sun's gone down
Sleeps in the hallowed ground now
With the autumn's browns leaves
With the one who never grieves
Kurt sat on the edge of the bed as he sang the next couple lines:
Whatever tomorrow wants from me
At least I'm here, at least I'm free
Free to choose to see the signs
This is my line
Blaine opened his half finished essay and Kurt walked to the door, while they sang the chorus one last time:
What does tomorrow want with me
What does it matter what I see
If we all walk behind the blind
Tell me where do we draw the line
Tom caught up with Wes and David later that night as they were exiting the dining hall. The duo were chattering animatedly about regionals, and how they were sure to win.
"Hey guys," Tom started.
"Hey, we were just discussing regionals," David said.
"Yeah I heard," the other boy replied.
Wes and David looked at Tom carefully as they continued down the sidewalk. It was clear the other council member was going to try and talk them out of the song choice.
"Tom don't even try it," Wes began half threateningly.
"I just don't think we should sing that song, and I'm pretty sure we would be disqualified if Blaine sang that at regionals," Tom explained.
The boys had reached their dormitory, and Wes glanced back at Tom to say, "Everyone loves Blaine, and when he sings that song the judges won't be able to hold back their excitement."
"Exactly, their excitement to get us off the stage as soon as possible," Tom replied.
"Honestly Tom the artist is great, and so what if they lyrics are a little provocative," David said.
"A little?" Tom asked incredulously. "That's like saying Kurt has a small fetish for scarves, or Blaine uses some gel in his hair."
Once Wes thought Tom was done he said, "Stop being over-dramatic."
"Please rethink the song choice, and seriously what's gotten into you two? You two would have never chosen this song a year ago to sing even during practice!" Tom said frantically, as he followed Wes and David up the stairs and waited for an answer.
"Times have changed my friend," Wes continued as he opened his door.
"But-"
"Tom, drop it. This discussion is over," David said harshly.
Tom stood in the hall long after their discussion was over, and wondered for the second time what had gotten into some people. He went back down the stairs to search for Blaine and Kurt, and hopefully think of a plan to change Wes and David's minds.
He made the long trek to their dorm on the other side of campus, and after knocking on Kurt's door and getting the sophomore's roommate, he ended up outside Blaine's dorm room. He had lifted his hand half way to knock, but stopped when he heard laughter from within the room. He mentally cursed himself as he brought his hand to the door, and prayed that they weren't in the middle of…well, did he have to think it?
The door opened up a few moments later revealing a fully clothed Blaine, and he let out the breath he was holding as he greeted the junior.
Blaine took in the red faced senior, and smirked when he realized what Tom had thought Kurt and him were doing. "Do you want to come in?" he asked with a smile as held the door open so Tom could see Kurt sitting on the bed.
The senior peered inside cautiously, and Kurt gave him a smile from his spot on the bed. "Sure," he answered.
"A little worried?" Kurt joked when Tom joined him.
"I just heard laughter and then…" he trailed off suddenly embarrassed.
"Don't worry about it," Blaine said as he sat on Kurt's other side and took the younger boy's hand.
"So, I tried talking Wes and David out of the song choice without any luck," Tom explained.
"It's alright because I have a plan," Kurt said excitedly.
"What would your plan entail?" the senior asked.
Kurt spent the next ten minutes explaining his plan to Tom while Blaine listened intently, and put in a few words every now and then. Tom's face had gone from incredulous to eager for the next Warbler's meeting by the time Kurt had finished talking.
"I think that just might work," Tom said.
Kurt smiled and asked, "Will you do it with us?"
"It's probably not the best idea since I am on the council," Tom replied.
Kurt looked disappointed for a second, but a grin crossed his face and he said, "It's okay, as long as you're supporting us on this."
"Of course," Tom finished with a smile.
"Your parents disowned you?" Brian asked with wide eyes.
John just nodded, and stared at the wall.
The two freshman had gathered in a common room after the controversial Warbler's meeting, and John was giving his friend the run down from his family dinner the night before.
"What are you going to do when school gets out for the summer?" Brian asked.
John moved his eyes from the portrait on the wall to his friend's concerned stare and shrugged.
"Do you have any other family?" Brain prodded gently.
John finally opened his mouth to speak and said, "I do, but I don't think they would take me. But, Tom said when he goes off to college next year I can stay with him during breaks."
"He's moving out permanently?"
John smirked and answered, "He hates being home just as much as me."
"Okay," Brian said thinking. "So, you'll be all set for next year during the breaks, but what about the summer?"
"Tom is moving over the summer, so hopefully he'll take me with him," John explained.
"If there are any problems, you can always stay with me," Brian offered.
John struggled to swallow the lump forming in his throat, as he looked at his friend. "Thank you," he said, his voice thick with tears.
Brian gave him a warm smile, and leaned forward to embrace John quickly. He pulled back but was met with resistance, and he realized that his friend was clinging to him. He held the smaller boy for a few minutes, and felt his dress shirt dampen with John's tears.
"I ruined your shirt," John observed as he pulled back from his friend.
Brian laughed and replied, "I have about twelve other shirts, so I think it's okay."
The two boys laughed, and John was surprised when the air became heavy with silence. He looked at his friend, and turned his brow up in confusion at the change in atmosphere.
"Is everything okay?" Brian asked into the silence.
John mentally shook himself and said, "Yeah, sorry about that."
Brian gave him a cautious smile, but let his friend's behavior slide.
John felt a strange warmness in his chest, and he wasn't sure what to name it. It snaked around his rib cage to settle in his heart, and it pulsated in time with his heartbeats. He almost mistook it for nervousness, but it felt lighter somehow. It confused him, and all of a sudden, he was embarrassed.
Thankfully at that moment, Brian decided to take the conversation down a different road and he asked, "What did you think of practice today?"
John scoffed and replied, "I hope that we don't have to rely so heavily on Blaine for regionals if we can't change the song."
The other boy agreed and just as he was about to open his mouth, the door burst open revealing Kurt, Blaine and Tom. The trio strode through and Tom settled himself on the sofa next to his brother, while Kurt and Blaine sat on the adjoining sofa.
"Sorry about the impeccable timing," Tom said addressing both his brother and Brian.
"Were we interrupting anything?" Kurt asked as he took in John's flushed face, and the close proximity of the two freshman.
"No," John said. He was secretly happy that his brother and the other two boys came into the room because he definitely needed a breather.
Tom studied his brother closely before leaning into the cushions and saying, "Kurt has come up with a plan to change Wes and David's minds, and hopefully the song choice as well."
The two freshman listened to the sophomore discuss his idea, and were eager to be a part of the group.
"So," Kurt finished, "We'll all meet in the rehearsal room this Thursday at three to begin practice, and then we'll perform the song."
"This is going to be a complete surprise for Wes and David, so they can't know of our meeting," Blaine added.
Kurt nodded intently, and slipped his hand into Blaine's as he talked.
"We really want this to work, not only so Blaine doesn't have to sing that song, but also so we let everyone know that we don't always have to be part of the mold," Kurt stated.
Tom glanced at the sophomore and back to his brother, who after absorbing the information said, "We'll be there, right Brian?"
The other boy expressed his approval, and after a few minutes of small talk, the conversation came to a close.
Wednesday evening at dinner, a glass wall had formed between Wes, David and the other Warblers. Kurt thought the entire thing was childish, nonetheless, the two seniors wouldn't talk to the other members except to shush them every now and again when their voices carried across the table.
Blaine exchanged a quick kiss with Kurt before going to get his food, and he silenced his phone after receiving the tenth text message from Sophie in so many minutes.
The junior knew he couldn't avoid his cousin forever, but right now he had more pressing matters at hand than to listen to her apologize in multiple ways. He loaded his plate with chicken and vegetables, and walked back to his seat.
Kurt was deep in conversation with Tom regarding senior classes and college fairs when Blaine returned.
"Wow, so the planning should start freshman year?" Kurt asked.
"In theory yes, but most students just focus on their studies and find different clubs and activities that interest them," Tom explained.
"I haven't even started looking at colleges," Blaine announced.
Kurt turned to look at his boyfriend and said, "Long time no see."
The older boy laughed and dug into his potatoes while he continued, "Honestly, I'm kind of terrified by the whole idea."
"It is a pretty lengthy process, but you don't have to worry about it now," Tom said.
"You've been going on about college ever since I met you last year," Blaine pointed out.
"That's due to our parents," John interjected from Blaine's right.
Tom nodded at his brother and said, "My parents had my life planned out for me the day I was born."
A few boys at the table waited for the joke, but when they saw Tom press his lips into a fine line they realized there wasn't any joke.
There was an awkward silence for a few moments before Brian broke the ice, "Does anybody understand Latin?"
John smirked at his friend, and there were a few chuckles as the students began to converse again.
"I actually wasn't kidding," the freshman announced again.
Tom leaned forward, "I'll help you."
"Do you get brownie points?" Blaine joked.
The senior rolled his eyes and said, "I'd rather a slice of cake."
"They never serve cake at this school," Kurt complained.
"Dalton prides itself on it's healthy meal plans," Tom said.
"A slice of cake never hurt anyone," Kurt pouted.
"You can't have your cake and eat it too," Blaine said with a smile.
"Your just on roll tonight, aren't you?" Kurt replied as he picked up his napkin.
Blaine shrugged and broke out in a grin while he cut his food.
"You eat cake?" Jake asked from across the table.
"Why wouldn't I?" Kurt answered with a hint of annoyance lacing his words.
"Well," Tom started.
"You kind of have a strict hygiene routine," Kurt's roommate said.
"So?" Kurt said slowly.
Blaine decided to close the topic before the sophomore exploded, "They wouldn't think you're the type to like sweets."
Kurt could have said a million things; instead, he replied, "I like cake."
The boys breathed a sigh of relief, and finished their dinner in semi-silence.
"I hope they remember that," Kurt whispered in Blaine's ear.
"I'm sure they will, and if they don't I'll remind them," the junior assured him.
Kurt smiled and leaned into Blaine's shoulder while he finished his meal. He whispered something else, and the older boy gave him a questioning look before glancing at Jake.
"No sleepovers," he said sternly.
Kurt clucked his tongue and said, "You're no fun."
"I'm serious," the other boy repeated.
Kurt sighed and Blaine wrapped an arm around him, and pressed his lips to his temple.
Dinner came to a close shortly thereafter, and the students began to part ways to their rooms.
Kurt and Blaine made their way to one of the common rooms in their dorm, and sat together near the fireplace.
"Do you think it will work?" the younger boy asked.
"I think we have a good shot," came the reply.
Kurt felt a wave of fatigue wash over him, and he snuggled closer to his boyfriend's side.
Blaine moved his arm to wrap around the other boy, and rested his cheek against the top of his head.
If he tuned out the faint sounds coming from the fireplace, he could hear Kurt's easy breathing, and within minutes, the younger boy was asleep. He shifted his weight on the sofa so he was curled around him, and he felt a smile tug at the corners of his lips.
A few boys had come into the room, but he gestured at the sleeping boy beside him and was once again alone.
He sat unmoving for awhile, and focused on how Kurt's chest rose and fell with every breath. He slowly stretched himself out on the sofa, and brought the other boy down with him. Blaine had sunk into the cushions, and his heart swelled when he felt a cool breath on his neck.
Kurt stirred slightly, and he lifted his head to find a pair of eyes staring intently at him. He moved to sit up, but was stopped by Blaine's arms around his back.
"You don't have to get up," he whispered.
Kurt was still hazy with sleep, so he laid his head back down, and kissed Blaine's neck causing a ripple of crimson to follow.
The room was warm, and even though both boys were awake, they lay in silence wrapped up in the other.
Kurt continued to line Blaine's neck and chest in small kisses, and he smiled in satisfaction when he felt the older boy squirm beneath him. He leaned forward so their lips could meet, and smiled into the kiss when he heard Blaine emit a shaky breath.
Blaine tightened his hold on the younger boy, in an attempt to close the already nonexistent space between them. He loved the feel of Kurt against him, and relished in the physical contact that they shared.
Tom walked by the common room at that moment in search of his brother, and Blaine noticed the anxiety dampening his features.
The couple explained how John hadn't stopped by the room, and became unsettled when Tom turned down the hall in his frantic search for the freshman.
The next day, most of the Warblers had gathered in one of the main common rooms to hopefully change Wes and David's minds.
Kurt was going over everything with the rest of the boys, and made sure they knew what to do when the time came.
The boys took their places; most of them were seated on one of the many sofas and chairs, but Kurt, Blaine, John, and Brian stood in the center of the room, waiting for Tom to come back with the other seniors.
The anticipation in the room was heavy, and they felt the nerves settle around them. When the faint click of shoes filled their ears, they readied themselves, took a deep breath, and faced the incoming Wes and David.
Blaine stepped forward to greet the two boys, and took the first two verses when the two seniors sat down:
Seems like everybody's got a price,
I wonder how they sleep at night.
When the sale comes first,
And the truth comes second,
Just stop for a minute and
Smile
Why is everybody so serious?
Acting so damn mysterious?
You got your shades on your eyes
And your heels so high
That you can't even have a good time.
Kurt took the floor with the pre-chorus, while Blaine's voice echoed the last words of every line:
Everybody look to their left (yeah)
Everybody look to their right (ha)
Can you feel that (yeah)
We're paying with love tonight...
In a fit of dramatics, the boys leapt from their seated positions to join Kurt and Blaine for the chorus. Their acapella hum drifting over the words, and uniting to make their statement loud and clear:
It's not about the money, money, money
We don't need your money, money, money
We just wanna make the world dance,
Forget about the Price Tag
Ain't about the (ha) Chi-Chang Chi-Chang.
Ain't about the (yeah) Ba-Bling Ba-Bling
Wanna make the world dance,
Forget about the Price Tag.
Blaine continued to sing the next two verses while the other voices faded out. He looked at his small audience, and found the two boys slightly uncomfortable:
We need to take it back in time,
When music made us all UNITE!
And it wasn't low blows and video Hoes,
Am I the only one getting... tired?
Why is everybody so obsessed?
Money can't buy us happiness
Can we all slow down and enjoy right now
Guarantee we'll be feeling alright
Kurt picked up the pre-chorus once again, and walked around Blaine to where the two boys were seated:
Everybody look to their left (yeah)
Everybody look to their right (ha)
Can you feel that (yeah)
We're paying with love tonight...
The Warblers joined together again, and focused on the presentation part of their performance. Some boys had formed a small group off to the side, while others were encircling the duo on the sofa:
It's not about the money, money, money
We don't need your money, money, money
We just wanna make the world dance,
Forget about the Price Tag
Ain't about the (ha) Chi-Chang Chi-Chang.
Ain't about the (yeah) Ba-Bling Ba-Bling
Wanna make the world dance,
Forget about the Price Tag.
Blaine smiled as he sang the next verse, and he received a few shouts of approval from the other boys. His intention was to be as blunt as possible, and he put extra emphasis on the words with the most meaning:
Yeah yeah
Well, keep the price tag
And take the cash back
Just give me six strings, and a half stack
And you can, can keep the cars
Leave me the garage
And all I, yes all I need
Are keys and guitars
And guess what, in 30 seconds
I'm leaving to Mars
Yeah we leaving across
These undefeatable odds
It's like this man
You can't put a price on a life
We do this for the love
So we fight and sacrifice
Every night
So we ain't gonna stumble and fall
Never
Waiting to see a sign of defeat
Uh uh
So we gonna keep everyone
Moving their feet
So bring back the beat
And then everyone sing
It's not about the money
The rest of the boys chimed in once more, and as Kurt sang the closing lines, they slowly retraced their steps back to their seats:
It's not about the money, money, money
We don't need your money, money, money
We just wanna make the world dance,
Forget about the Price Tag
Ain't about the (ha) Chi-Chang Chi-Chang.
Ain't about the (yeah) Ba-Bling Ba-Bling
Wanna make the world dance,
Forget about the Price Tag.
Yeah yeah
Oh-oh
Forget about the price tag
Wes and David sat dumbfounded at their fellow group members; and they realized quickly just how important that song was to them, especially Blaine.
Blaine stepped forward, his breathing slightly erratic, and a flush covering his cheeks. "Do you know what we were trying to do there?" he asked.
The duo shared a knowing glance, and nodded reluctantly. They took notice of Kurt's offensive posture, and knew right then that the younger boy had planned the whole performance.
"We want you to understand that creating performances that don't include mainstream music or dance moves is okay, and that when we show people what we stand for as a group, we become stronger in the end," Tom explained.
There were murmurs of agreement throughout the room, and for once Wes and David had to step down as leaders, and join the ranks with the people they sang with.
Like they clearly heard, it wasn't about throwing away the old for the new, and becoming something that there weren't, it was about unity and standing together; something they had preached about since the beginning of the year.
After making arrangements to tweak the set list, and applauding the Warblers for their performance, the council members left the room. Soon after, boys in groups of two or three left as well, leaving Kurt, Blaine and Tom alone.
The eldest boy helped clean up sheet music and straighten the cushions with Kurt and Blaine in silence. They all felt the awkwardness in the air, and Blaine finally asked what was going on as he dusted off a table.
Tom took a seat, and motioned for the couple to sit as well. He was fidgety and nervous; something Kurt had never seen before. It took him a couple tries to begin speaking and when he did, his voice came out in a barely audible whisper, "I don't know what to do."
"What do you mean?" Blaine asked, studying his features.
"First they disown him, and now this," he continued in a monotone.
Kurt knew the topic of discussion was John, but he wasn't sure where it was going. From the sound of it, something major had happened again.
"Our parents are refusing to pay his tuition which means he would have to transfer to public school, but he wouldn't be able to live there," Tom explained sullenly.
Kurt had a look of confusion on his face, while he absorbed the information. He turned to Blaine, who in a moment of realization said, "It's their way of kicking him out."
"Is there another relative that he could live with?" Kurt asked.
"Our paternal Aunt lives twenty minutes away, but she has the same moral code as our parents, so she wouldn't take him in."
"Are there any Grandparents?" Blaine asked.
"We have a second cousin in Florida who would be happy to have him, but I don't want to ask her to pay Dalton's tuition, and he won't have any kind familiarity so I'm uneasy about him transferring."
Blaine was silent as he thought of a possible solution, and Kurt was busy wondering where John was now. "Well," Blaine said, "The only thing that I can think of is explaining the situation to your cousin, and then going from there."
"I had thought of that but we haven't spoken to her in years," Tom said, crossing his legs, "And I'm not sure how she would take a call out of the blue."
"The only thing you can do is try," Blaine continued softly.
"If you trust her," Kurt began, "Then I'm sure she'll do whatever she can to help."
Tom nodded. "If she can't help, then I'll take John with me when I move and get him situated at a public school."
That last statement caused a ruckus to explode, and Kurt and Blaine both began talking the senior down.
"Tom," Blaine said, "You cannot take on that kind of responsibility."
"Blaine is right, it's going to be too much for you," Kurt explained.
Tom smiled, "I appreciate your input guys, but this is something I'm willing to do for my brother. He's in high school and is able to care for himself when I'm in class, and it's not like I'm going to live on campus anyways. I'm going to rent an apartment five minutes from the university, and there's a great public high school not too far away, so this could work."
"Have you talked about this with your parents?" Blaine asked.
Tom smirked, "No, and they won't care. As long as they don't have to deal with him, they'll be happy."
Kurt exchanged a glance with Blaine. "So they won't be mad that you're helping him?" he asked.
"They'll frown upon it, but when I turn eighteen in two months, they won't be able to do anything about it." The two boys opposite him gave him confused looks, so he explained, "right now, their going through the legal process of disowning him, and when I'm eighteen, if my cousin won't take him in, I'm going to sign myself as his legal guardian. When he turns sixteen in year and a half, and wants to legally emancipate himself from me, then that's fine too."
Blaine nodded and asked, "Is there anything we can do to help?"
Tom gave a forced smile, "Show him that you care."
The weekend went by slowly; Jake flew around his and Kurt's dorm room Friday afternoon after classes, throwing clothes, and bathroom necessities into his suitcase for his journey home, Blaine had an exam on Tuesday, so he cooped himself up in his room with a couple five hour energy drinks and granola bars, and Kurt spent the evening trying on various outfits for his day out with Blaine on Sunday.
On a more serious note, Tom was unable to get a hold of his cousin in Florida, making his other plan look like the more probable one, and John was still coming to terms with the whole ordeal.
John sat in his room that night wondering where he went wrong. Would it have been better if the Dean wasn't fired, and they spent their days denying anything happened? And what about Kurt? Was he supposed to believe that Kurt wasn't hurt by that man either? His brother was willing to sacrifice so much for him, and while he was elated at Tom's selflessness, he didn't want to be a burden. He didn't have many choices, but he did have a choice about what he did. It was like Brian said, "you may not be able to choose what happens to you all the time, but you can choose how you respond to it."
Slowly he got up, and made his way over to the door. After making sure it was locked, he headed towards the bathroom in a dazed stupor. He shut the door quietly, and after hearing the knob click, he turned towards the cabinet, his fingers tingling with power and anticipation.
That's all folks…for this chapter anyways!
The songs were "Where do We Draw the Line" by Poets of the Fall, and "Price Tag" by Jessie J, respectively.
In the next chapter, the Warblers head over to regionals, Kurt gets a surprise, and John finds out his fate.
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