Blaine Chapter 10, a glee fanfic

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee… sadly

'How was your first day?'

'Fine.' He sighed and laid on the bed

'Just fine? Is it shit? Do you want to come back? I'm sure they won't mind.'

'No Alex. It's not bad it's just… different'

'Well now that's all cleared up'

'Oh shut up.' He looked across the room to see boxes stacked and full. 'I need to unpack I will call you later'

'Nope. I'm not letting you go without telling me. Just put your phone on loud or something, do you have a roomie?' she laughed

He put his phone on loud and put it on the table beside his bed and reached for the first of many boxes.

'Yeah but he isn't back yet, something about a meeting.'

'What does he look like? I might have met him'

He laughed 'there is a likelihood that you haven't. There are a lot of guys at this school'

'Wow not what you would expect at an all-boys school'

'You aren't helping.'

'Not even a little?'

'Nope.'

He walked through to the bathroom to put his things away and he returned to find Alex already talking to him

'You know talking to me while I'm in a different room is one of your specialties.'

'Well if you do insist on walking away from me while I'm talking. Are you going to tell me about your day or not?'

'It isn't even that interesting'

'But it is. So tell me. Like now. Okay go.'

'Can I not tell you on Friday? I'm coming over anyway'

'Two reasons why that is a bad idea. One, you are coming over to see Darren not me. Two, if you tell me now then you won't have to tell me everything from the whole week. Plus I won't bother you every day if you tell me now.'

'Why am I going to see Darren?'

'Football my dear Watson'

'Have you been watching Sherlock Holmes again?'

'I like Robert Downey Jr ok?'

'Right. So where do you want to know from?'

'This morning when you left the house? Probably a good place to start.'

'Hurry up or we are going to be late!' His father called from the bottom of the stairs.

Blaine stoodin front of the large mirror in his bedroom. He didn't look like himself. The casual clothes he wore on everyday had been replaced by a smart uniform. Blazer, Tie, shirt, trousers and formal shoes. He adjusted his tie and pulled the bottom of his blazer before looking at his hair. It was short, barely recognisable as his own. He turned and walked down stairs.

'Dad. The hair. I need to do something with it don't i? It looks too... ugh I don't know!' he threw his hands up in frustration

'Calm down' he smiled at his son 'you look great but if your hair is really bothering you just put some gel on it or something.' He shrugged and walked out to the car 'if you are doing anything with it hurry up and do it we are leaving in 5 minutes'

He thought about it for a moment before turning and sprinting up the stairs.

He emerged a few minutes later looking pleased with himself.

'Gel. It works. Thanks dad' he called outside while he was looking for his phone

'Honey your father ….' She stopped when she saw Blaine

'…what?' he stared back at his mother

'Blaine you look …' she smiled and walked across the room to hug her son

'I hope the end of that sentence isn't 'bad' because I really don't want to have to mess with my hair again'

'Wonderful is the end of the sentence. You look wonderful dear.' She smiled at the relieved look on his face.

'Oh good. We should probably go or dad will … yeah'

He hugged her again and walked out to the car.

'Finally. Nice hair. Can we go now?'

'Thanks.' He got in the car 'have you put everything in the back? I put most of the boxes in last night'

'Honestly I don't know why you are taking boxes. Just take a suitcase'

'Or I can take boxes and have everything I need. Seriously do you know how hard it is to decide between a maroon cardigan and scarlet cardigan?' he shook his head 'don't get me started.'

His father stared at him.

'What?'

'Nothing.' He turned around and put the key in the ignition. 'Come on Penelope!'

'Sorry' she got in and closed the door 'Smile' she took a picture of Blaine 'Wanted to get a picture'

'Of me sat in the car?'

'Of you in your uniform silly'

'Because we won't have another chance for this. Not like I will be wearing it every day.' He rolled his eyes 'Could you not have waited until I was at least stood up?'

'No. I wanted one now. And one when we get there. Don't argue with me Blaine' she nodded in triumph.

'O…k' he shrugged and put his iPod on. 2 hours to kill until he reached his new home.

'Blaine? Lovely to see you again' the woman smiled at him 'If you would like to follow me and we will carry out your induction' she walked inside leaving Blaine to say goodbye to his parents

'Mom stop crying.' He smiled at his mother and turned to his father 'Bye dad. I will see you on Saturday.'

'I thought you were coming over on Friday?'

'Yeah but I'm staying with Alex, she planned something last week and I can't remember what it was' he smiled 'I will come and see you on Friday if you really want'

'No its ok you have fun with Alex'

'Oh Blaine please call us later' she hugged him tightly

'Sure. Well I better go inside now.' He hugged them both and picked up his bag 'See you on Saturday' he waved and walked inside.

Dalton hadn't changed much but there were more people walking around. Smartly dressed boys wandering the grounds, a bunch of them singing, some of them with books and paper. He walked inside the building where he went before hoping that the woman had come in here

'Oh sorry.' He walked into one of the boys from the school. Great! Making new friends

'No it's my fault I wasn't looking where I was going. Are you new here?'

'Uh … yeah'

'Oh good. She's in there'

'What?'

'Miss Steller… the principal?'

'Oh right. Yeah thanks.'

'I'm Nick by the way.' He held out his hand which Blaine took instantly

'Blaine.'

'Well you will probably have to board with me or Brock. She will tell you where you are going.' He smiled and walked outside.

Cool. I get a roommate he smiled and walked into the principal's office.

'Don't worry this won't take long just have to tell you where you are going and everything. Take a seat.'

He put his bag on the chair and sat in the one next to it.

'So Blaine I know this is probably pretty scary for you but don't worry about it. You know our policy on bullying and the boys here are really nice. You are boarding yes?' he nodded 'Right then. You should put everything in your room before going to class. If you want to unpack before you don't have to go to your lessons until lunch, being your first day and all.' She gave him a reassuring smile 'if you go through there, behind a desk will be Mrs Wake. She is expecting you. Any Questions?'

'Um yeah. I don't know what my classes are and where I'm boarding or anything'

'Mrs Wake has your class lists and your dorm number. She has most of the information that you will need today'

'Ok. So do I just go and see her?'

'Yes if you don't have any more questions'

He thought for a moment 'what time is curfew?'

'9.30 On school nights, that is that you must be in the dorm building at 9.30. We don't really have one for the weekend as it isn't really school but we prefer you to be in by 1.30. Do what you will at any hour while in that building.' She smirked and Blaine knew that there was probably a meaning behind that statement but he would find out for himself

'Cool. That's all I think'

'Well then' she smiled again and picked up the phone 'Welcome to Dalton Blaine. I'm sure you will like it here.'

'Name?'

'Blaine'

'Last name?'

'Anderson'

The short plump woman behind the desk reminded him of Professor Umbridge. She had a pink top on that was the wrong shade to ever match with that skirt. Her hair curled around her disapproving round face that was currently staring intently at Blaine.

'Here.''

She handed him a stack of papers and turned back to the computer. Such a pleasant woman, he was glad to have made her acquaintance. He sighed and walked outside.

Sitting on the nearest bench he put his bag down and began looking through everything she had given him. Class lists, maps, dorm sheets, more maps, leaflets for soon to come events and yet more maps. He didn't really see the need in all the maps. He wasn't so stupid as to not realise where something was. The dorms were obviously going to be in the dorm building. The classes were obviously going to be in the school building. Not hard to workout.

'Where you boarding?'

He looked up to see two boys walking towards him.

'Uh… I don't know what any of this means so … I don't actually know' he laughed

'Want us to look?'

'Sure'

'Wes.' He smiled and sat down 'This is David.' Who smiled at Blaine and sat down too.

'Hey. I'm Blaine.'

'You are opposite us, want us to show you? You will be boarding with... um …' he looked back at the sheet 'Brock. Luckily. We thought they would put you with Nick.'

'That would not have ended well.'

'Why? I met Nick he seems fine?'

'At first he is and he wasn't with Jeff when you met him. Come on.'

He stood up and followed them to the Dorm building.

'Brock?'

'Yeah why? You met him didn't you?'

'A little bit yeah'

'Did I hear my name?' Brock walked in and smiled at Blaine

'Hey. Um sorry about the mess it will be gone soon as. My friend said your name yeah.'

'Your… friend?' he gave Blaine a look that clearly said he was insane 'And is your friend still here?' he stifled a laugh and turned to Blaine.

'He's on the phone Brock, dumbass. Also you didn't call me back' Alex called over the mess surrounding the room where Blaine was unpacking.

Brock instantly looked terrified 'Who said that?' he whispered across the room to Blaine 'Did I anger a ghost?'

'Oh good lord.' He picked up his phone and waved it at him 'Phone'

'Did he think I was a ghost?'

'Yup' he laughed and put the phone back on the table

'It could've been a ghost! Wait who is it?'

'Alex'

'Alex as in 1am Alex? Disney Alex?'

'I like Disney Alex.'

'Alex! When did you call me?'

'Yesterday'

'Huh. Well sorry I will call you. How do you guys know each other?'

'Blaine will tell you later. Wont you Blaine?'

'Uh … fine. Yeah sure.' He smiled at Brock

'Finishing the story then?'

He sighed and turned to Brock 'Sorry.'

'No it's cool I only came back for my sheet music' he smiled and walked outside

'Oh sheet music. You could be best friends'

'Do you want to hear this or make fun of my roommate?'

'Is both an option?'

'No. Anyway we were at the dorm'

'That one' Wes, (or was it David?) pointed to the door at the end of the corridor 'On the right at the end'

'Thanks'

'The guys will have brought your stuff up when you were with Steller.' He smiled at Blaine and turned to walk back down the stairs

'We are off to class. You can sit with us at lunch if you want to. We know first days suck so, you know you don't have to, but you can … uh see you later' he waved and followed his friend down the stairs

At the end. On the right. He pulled his bag up and walked to the end of the corridor and turned. Should he knock? He was going to be living there so it felt weird, but he should shouldn't he?

He didn't have to, the door opened to reveal a dark haired boy uniformed and smiling

'Oh hi. Blaine right? Yeah your stuff is in here already I was just heading to class but I can stay and help if you want … or are you going to class first?'

' … I don't know I was going to just go to class but I don't know where anything is so I might just stay here'

'What do you have first? Come in, just standing in the corridor like this isn't even your dorm, you are on the left hope you don't mind'

He walked inside. One half of the room was covered in sheet music and posters, books lay across the bed and homework was spread along the floor next to the many boxes that Blaine had brought with him.

'Sorry about the mess. I was studying when your stuff got here I'm not usually this bad but its stressful getting a roommate' he laughed and moved the paper and book so he could sit down. 'So what do you have first?'

'History'

'Oh. Don't let it phase you. Dalton is awesome but history is its weak point. Boring and dull. Ugh I don't even want to think about it.'

'It sounds fun you are making me so eager Brock stop it.' He grinned and put his bag down noticing that his guitar lay next to the boxes.

'Well you know. I don't even know what I have first to be honest with you. I should check, I usually just ask Wes or David, they live over there' he nodded towards the door 'Across the hall'

'Yeah they seem cool'

'Yeah they are. I have something to ask you before we leave because it's kind of important if you're going to share a room with me'

Oh god what? Is he an Alien like Alex said? No that's stupid.

'What is it?'

'I'm kind of into show tunes. The amount of sheet music covering the wall is a bit of an indication but I'm in the Warblers so I sing … like all the time.' He smiled at him

He likes show tunes! Hug him hug him now!

'Well Brock I would like to draw your attention to this' he picked up his guitar 'I brought it with me and was planning to annoy you with it but I guess we will just have to jam all the time right?' he laughed and sat on the edge of his bed.

'You have a guitar!' Brock practically shrieked 'I think we are going to get along just fine' he grinned and Blaine grinned back.

'I'm kind of into show tunes and Disney movies. You will have to get used to it' he laughed and picked up his school bag 'Should we get going?'

'Yeah probably' he laughed and turned to one of the sheets on his wall 'Oh no! I have history too! Oh yeah. Duh. The week changed.'

'Huh?'

'We go on two week cycles with lesson time tables' he rolled his eyes before collapsing on his bed 'Sure you don't want to stay here? It's much more interesting, let's paint something and watch it dry'

Blaine laughed 'No come on. I need to know where everything is' at this Brock groaned and got up.

'Fine but you owe me.' He opened the door and dragged himself outside 'If I die of boredom then it's your own doing when you have no one to talk to later.'

Blaine smiled. He felt oddly confident about everything today. Walking across the grounds Blaine already felt at home here.

History passed slowly, as promised it was boring and extremely dull. The teacher droned on and Blaine wondered how he could sit through it ever again. On the plus side he was sat next to David, talking wasn't allowed but he felt better having someone there that he had already spoken to.

'Fun right?'

'Tonnes.' He stretched and yawned 'How often do we have to do that?'

'Too often. What next?'

'Um' he routed through his bag for the time table before retrieving the already crumpled piece of paper out of the bottom. 'Hope it isn't as lame. Ok I have … geography… Oh god they are trying to kill me.'

'Bad day. Seriously. Wes has geography next though'

'It's weird that you know his time table. It's more than friendship isn't it David?' Brock laughed at him and David punched his arm

'No. Stop it with that Brock I have told you.' He gave him a fake stern look to which Brock laughed at

'Bromance. Without the 'B'. That's all I'm saying.'

'Shut it. Wes!'

'Cue romantic music and slow motion running'

'Is he talking about our love again?' Wes appeared next to David, rolling his eyes at Brock

'Only because it is true love.'

'Only challenged by the love for your gavel Wes.' A blond boy walked over and grinned at Wes. 'I think you secretly serenade that thing, you need help.'

'Leave my gavel alone!'

'Never!' he laughed and turned to Blaine 'Hey, Sorry I didn't come say hi earlier but I was kind of busy-'

'Being a nuisance no doubt'

'Sorry Mom. Anyway I'm Jeff. You met Nick earlier right?'

'Uh yeah I'm Blaine.'

'He is usually stuck to Nick. They are very annoying when they are together.'

'That's not fully true… yeah ok' he shrugged 'Anyway I'm going to class I will catch you guys later' he walked off down the corridor

'Geography?' Wes turned to Blaine

'Yeah sure. If it's that boring though I may have to jump out of a window.'

'See you later. Good luck with Dailey.'

'Dailey?' Blaine turned to Wes after waving at Brock and David.

'The teacher. He is boring. And a jackass. Just sit quietly and he won't bother you.' He smiled and they walked up the stairs.

'Officially going to die. Not to mention the fact that he hates me'

'He doesn't hate you. Well he hates everything but it isn't specifically you.'

'I can tell that he hates me. I don't know why I just can. Maybe he can sense my hate for staring at globes for an hour. How it bores me!' he sighed 'Do any of you have drama next?'

'We have a Warbler meeting. Sorry. But Dan has drama. He's pretty cool, slightly weird but you get used to him. Brock usually has drama but because the fundraiser is on Friday we have to practice every day.'

'Brock why did you let me go to class today? I could've been unpacking right now.'

'Don't blame me! You talked me out of packing; this is your own doing.' He smirked at Blaine and stood up 'We should get going Parsons won't wait for long, especially with the show being on Friday.' They all stood up 'DAN!'

The shout made Blaine jump about three feet in the air. He glared at Brock. 'What? You said you were going to drama with Dan.' He shrugged and stared at Blaine.

'You rang?' a tall boy with brown hair swooped to the side appeared next to Wes

'Oh my… how many times? Don't DO that DAN. Not cool.' Wes sighed and adjusted his tie.

'Sorry dude. What do you want Brock?' he laughed at Wes

'Dan, meet Blaine. Blaine this is Dan. You both have drama next. Well, bye.' Brock clapped his hands and walked back towards the school.

'This is awkward isn't it?'

'Just a little.' Blaine sighed and stood up 'Where is the drama room or whatever?'

'Um today we are actually just watching everyone's performances from Friday's lesson. Easy lesson for you, because we board we usually get scripts of something to do over the weekend it's pretty cool if you are into the whole theatrical side of stuff. When you picking your subjects?'

'End of the lesson cycle I guess? They haven't said anything so…'

'That makes sense. We are on the stage today so you just have to sit and watch everyone. We are usually in there' he pointed to a big door 'that's the studio, we do improv and student shows in there but all the rest of the stuff is usually on the stage.'

'Student shows?'

'Yeah we just perform for the other students. No teachers involved, usually happens Friday through Sunday. Not this week though because of the fundraiser '

'Sounds cool.'

'Yeah it's something to do.'

They arrived at the double doors and he opened it for Blaine, who just stared at him.

'Usually you go through a door.' He laughed and walked inside.

Blaine followed and stopped as he saw the room. The stage sat in front of rows and rows of seats, no ordinary school theatre. It was huge. The celling was as high as the room was wide. There was a grand piano sitting on the desolate stage, lit by the ambitious lighting awaiting an audience and something to fill it. He gaped at the overwhelming room.

A chuckle came from beside him 'Cool right? Go sit down it gets better.'

He didn't believe him of course, what could beat the current view? He did as he was told and sat down.

'Hello class! I'm Miss Redding, I say this because Dan had just informed me of a new student' she grinned and looked around the room 'Blaine isn't it?'

'Yeah' he couldn't help but smiled back

'Well then Welcome to Dalton Blaine and Welcome to our theatre! By the look on your face I'm guessing that you will like it here. Now if you would all like to get in your groups and we can get started.'

Because it was his first lesson Blaine wasn't assigned to a particular group. He was thankful wanting to be with Brock. He sat quietly while the groups performed, clapping when he needed to, well he clapped when he wanted to, he was thoroughly enjoying himself. To see how people interpreted a script and made it their own. Improvised scenes and scripted lines, Blaine loved every minute of it.

With 10 minutes of the lesson left and one group still performing Brock walked in trying, and failing, to be quiet. He sat next to Blaine

'Missed anything?'

'I love this.'

'What?'

'Everything. The theatre, the people, the atmosphere. It's just amazing!' he grinned at Brock who looked at him baffled

'I didn't picture you at the theatrical type. You should do the course I'm on. You get Drama a lot more and you drop Geography or Social studies. It's great. Plus Miss Redding is awesome.' He nodded and Blaine grinned even more.

By lunchtime Blaine's faith in Dalton academy had been restored. He stayed in the theatre for an extra few minutes after class, taking it all in.

He stood on the stage in awe of the vast theatre. This was part of his school. Part of who he was. Dalton really was his home, he knew it.

He turned ready to leave when he say the piano, sitting at the back of the stage. He shouldn't but he couldn't resist. He walked over and sat himself down.

This could be me, in front of an audience. Where I was born to be. He smiled to himself. He could picture it now. Singing with a piano in front of a crowd, willing to listen to what he was singing.

It was lunchtime after all …

He lifted the lid of the piano and placed his hands on the keys. Should he? Could he? Why not?

I've been alone
Surrounded by darkness
I've seen how heartless
The world can be

I've seen you crying
You felt like it's hopeless
I'll always do my best
To make you see

Baby, you're not alone
Cause you're here with me
And nothing's ever gonna bring us down
Cause nothing can keep me from lovin' you
And you know it's true
It don't matter what'll come to be
Our love is all we need to make it through

Now I know it ain't easy
But it ain't hard trying
Every time I see you smiling
And I feel you so close to me
And you tell me

I still have trouble
I trip and stumble
Trying to make sense of things sometimes
I look for reasons
But I don't need 'em
All I need is to look in your eyes
And I realize

Baby I'm not alone
Cause you're here with me
And nothing's ever gonna take us down
Cause nothing can keep me from lovin' you
And you know it's true
It don't matter what'll come to be
Our love is all we need to make it through, ooh

Cause you're here with me
And nothing's ever gonna bring us down
Cause nothing, nothing, nothing can keep me from lovin' you
And you know it's true
It don't matter what'll come to be
You know our love is all we need
Our love is all we need to make it through

He played the last few notes and they echoed through the room. He smiled to himself again and closed the lid. Standing up he took one last look at the theatre before walking to the dining area, he knew the way, and it was just a case of walking through the crowds to get there.

'He's there! Hey where'd you go?'

'I was in the theatre' he smiled and sat down 'Why were you worried about me?' he laughed at the look on Brocks face

'Well no I just... oh whatever.' He threw a pen David who was laughing hysterically and crossed his arms.

Everyone laughed at the obviously annoyed Brock.

'So Blaine…'

'…yeah…?'

'Well we don't really know much about you. I know it's your first day and all but you seem fine with us now so we were just wondering-'

'The term 'we' being used loosely. He mentioned it' Nick walked over, closely followed by Jeff. 'We were just going to let you talk about it in your own time'

'That's not true though is it Nick?'

'Yeah it is! You are just denying it because you are pissed at Wes!'

'I'm not pissed at Wes' he averted his gaze.

'You are though. You have been replaced by a wooden hammer!'

'It's called a gavel and you will refer to it as such. What are we talking about?' Wes walked over with his lunch and perched himself next to David.

'Anyway we were talking about Blaine!' David avoided the situation at hand and turned everyone's attention to Blaine

'Don't worry they are always like a married couple. Just without the marriage and... You know… sex.'

'So far as we know'

'Shut. Up. You aren't funny. Any of you.' David threw tomatoes at all of them before turning to Wes 'Are we like that?'

'No. We aren't.'

'But you are really. There just appears to be a wooden hammer in the way.'

'Gavel'

'Same thing baby.' Jeff laughed and high fived Nick.

'So you guys want to know about me yes?' Blaine piped up. Stopping salad flying was his only priority at the moment.

'Yeah. You don't have to tell us.' David slowly lowered his fork and turned to Blaine.

'No its ok.' Hopefully

'So I think the first thing we should ask is … What is your last name? Seriously no one knows. You have just been referred to as Blaine all day. And usually that wouldn't be a bad thing but when you aren't the only Blaine in the school'

'Oh right.' He laughed 'Anderson.'

'Blaine Anderson … I like it.' Brock contemplated the name and laughed at Blaine

'Thanks?' he shrugged and turned back to David 'What else?'

'Where did you move from?'

'Lima'

'Pretty far to move, that's like 2 hours away right?'

'Yeah'

'How come you moved here?'

'Douche bags at my old school.'

'Ahh. Fair enough. You get them here but not as bad in public school' he laughed before shouting 'Ice Cream!' he stood up and ran to the queue

'What is that about?'

'He has a thing for ice cream. It's weird.' Wes shrugged 'we just let him get on with it. Anyway what do you have next?'

'Uh … math. Fun.' He rolled his eyes 'I hate numbers'

'Same. I think it would be better if we weren't taught by the guy who must have either invented the numbers himself or been neighbours with the guy who did.'

'Yeah he is pretty old … he fell asleep at the Christmas party last year and we thought he was dead.' Brock nodded 'it was creepy'

For the rest of lunch they didn't speak about Blaine and he presumed that they didn't want to pry too much.

He had math, which was as boring as he anticipated, followed by French. He had never been bad at French, he just hated it. By the end of the day he was pretty tired but he still needed to unpack.

'We are going to a meeting.'

'Okay I will see you in a bit then. I will be unpacking so expect a lot of mess. I apologise in advance.' He smirked and walked back to the dorm where he collapsed on the bed.

'Then I called you.'

'What an eventful day you have had my dear.' She laughed 'I'm glad you like it. Well sort of anyway.'

'Just because you want me'

'So much baby!' she laughed again 'Right I better leave you now. You have unpacking to do and I have a paper to write. Speak to you later and if I don't I will see you on Friday'

'All right bye'

He hung up the phone and looked around the room. He had gotten most of it unpacked while he was on the phone to Alex just a bag left.

'Bye guys. Hey Blaine. Oh look … floor.' He smirked 'I'm kidding. But seriously I haven't seen the floor since yesterday.' He yawned and sat on his bed. 'Warbler meetings are ridiculous. We don't have a teacher so it's just madness.'

'You don't have a teacher?'

'Nope. It makes competitions and everything a lot harder. Plus our lead vocalist just left so we have to find another for Friday. That's what Parsons wanted earlier.'

'To tell you that the lead had left?'

'Yeah. We walked in and she was like 'It appears that Damien has left' so we tried to fix it 3rd period but we couldn't. Oh by the way we are holding auditions if you want to stop by'

The next morning Blaine woke up early so he showered, got ready and went outside so he didn't wake Brock.

Dalton was usually quiet but there was something about how peaceful it was in a morning.

'You're up early. Don't usually see any of the boys at this time.' A voice same from behind him, he turned instantly.

'Uh yeah I was just … sorry.' He smiled at her nervously

'Blaine isn't it? I'm Miss Parsons. The music teacher.'

'Hi' what do you say to a teacher?

'I need to talk to you.'

Oh shit. 'Why?'

'About yesterday at lunch, in the theatre.'

Oh shit. 'Sorry. I'm sorry I just… it was there… and I-'

She held up her hand to stop him from stuttering at her for any longer 'Blaine its fine. You have quite a voice. And you can play; I didn't recognise the song, though it was very good.'

'Oh. Well yeah I uh … wrote that one.' He could feel his face getting redder by the second.

'Really? Wow. You are very talented. Are you going to audition for the warblers? Or the band? Or possibly the theatre group?'

'Um…'

'Of course you don't have to but I think that you should.' She smiled at him 'Do you have music today Blaine?'

'I think so?' he got the time table out of his bag 'yeah I do, 2nd'

'Well if you want to audition for anything you can do it then. I look forward to having you in my class.' She grinned and walked away

That was weird.

'What did Parsons want?' David came up beside him chewing on some sort of cereal bar

'Telling me about Warbler auditions'

'Oh you should audition! It's cool. Well 90% of the time.'

'I don't know'

'You should. The worst we can say is no.'

'We…?'

'Yeah. The Warblers decide who joins. We can put in a good word for you if you want us to.'

'Hey guys. Up early Blaine.'

'Hey Wes. Yeah apparently I am' he laughed 'You are up too.'

'Yeah but I had to go collect some Warbler stuff from the office so I got up early for it.'

'Yeah he did.' David scowled at his roommate

'I just think that if we want to win we need all the time we can get. Especially now Damien has just left without warning.'

David mumbled something about him being stressful and over reacting but only Blaine heard.

'Want to set off to class? We have like 10 minutes or something.'

'Sure thing. Either of you have Chem first?'

'Yup.' Wes nodded and sighed 'I really liked chem before they changed the classes around.'

They walked across the courtyard until they reached the school building and Brock caught up with them.

'Hey. Where'd you go this morning?'

'I was out here' he smirked 'You do worry about me don't you Brock'

'Shut up I was just wondering'

Blaine laughed 'I thought I would leave you, I was up really early and I'm glad I did after the look Wes received after waking David' he tried to stop from laughing at David's face, he was scowling at Wes again.

'Fair enough. Thanks. Right I'm off to French' he rolled his eyes 'I did my paper but of course it won't be good enough and I will have to redo it.'

'Ask Blaine for help if you do.'

'What?'

'Dude you are good at French. I'm in your class.'

'But it sucks!'

'Blaine please helps me with it later? Please! Please! Please!'

'…fine.' He sighed 'We are even now though.'

'Deal! Oh thanks Blaine!' he hugged him and jumped up and down 'I have someone to help me with French!'

'We are bad! No help to him'

'But you are good. So it's settled.' David smirked and put his hand on Brocks shoulder to stop him jumping up and down. 'We know you are excited that you aren't going to fail but we need to leave now.' He laughed and walked away with a very excited Brock.

Chemistry passed slowly. The functions of enzymes really didn't encourage time to pass quickly.

'Music next' Blaine told Wes 'Where is it?'

'Oh um it's down there on the left, through the door, second on your right.'

'…right'

'Got it?'

'Left, door, right?'

'And bingo was his name-o' he laughed 'I will catch up with you in a bit I need to tell everyone about the meeting.'

'Warbler meeting?'

'Yeah we are holding auditions in this lesson' he pushed his hair back 'I hate holding auditions, being on the council and everything. Well I will see you later' he waved and walked off down the corridor.

'Sup.' Jeff walked past and waved at Blaine

'Jeff? You're a Warbler right?'

'Yup. Going there now. Why?'

'Who is on the council?'

'Wes, David and Thad. Why? Want to join?' he grinned and pushed the door open

'I don't know. Should i?'

'Yes.' Nick came down the corridor 'According to Parsons you are freaking awesome. She's acting like you are a god; she hasn't been this excited about someone joining the Warblers since … well ever. You have to join dude.' He grinned 'I've just had music that why I know.'

'Right… well I might do then'

'It's pretty hard to please her so you must be awesome.' They both nodded at him 'I doubt the council will say no if Parsons loves you. She hated Damien and he got the solo.'

'It's just …'

'Singing in front of guys that you met yesterday?'

'Do we put you off?'

'Because we don't mean to.'

'We can be quite supportive if it's the right person'

'And I think you are the right person.'

'We will be nice.'

'We won't do anything to make you feel uncomfortable and stuff'

'Well…'

'You know you want to!'

'We don't laugh or boo or anything.'

'Nope.'

He thought about it for a moment. He thought the Warblers were awesome, that's what sold him on going to this school but could he do it after being here for a day?

'She said something about a piano… there's a piano' he shrugged

They reached the door that Wes told him to go in. 'If I'm auditioning do I go in here?'

'That depends, are you auditioning?'

'…uh …' he thought about it for a few seconds before finally deciding 'yeah'

'WOO!' Nick and Jeff threw their fists in the air

'In you go.' Nick smirked at him 'Good luck. You will be fine.'

Blaine walked inside wondering if he had made the right decision.

'All right settle down everyone! Warblers you are doing auditions so you and anyone else who wants to try out you need to be in there. Everyone else we are doing practices for the Friday show. You know what to do.'

She stopped speaking and all the students stood getting instruments and moving tables. Blaine stood in the doorway in awe of the boys, such order. If they had asked for this at his old school there would probably be a result of black eyes and upturned tables.

'Blaine!' Brock bounded across the room to him, grinning. 'Auditioning?'

'He is!' Nick was just as excited, why were they so bothered?

'Woo!'

'Right Warblers, in there come on.' Miss Parsons gestured to the room next door.

'We don't usually practice in here but since its part of the lesson we are.' Jeff smiled at Blaine 'Miss Parsons! Blaine wants to audition!'

'Jeff!'

'What, you do?'

'Oh good!' she grinned at him 'I'm glad. We could use a voice like yours. Right everyone. Welcome to the auditions those of you who haven't been before. They don't bite and they will' she turned giving them all a stern look 'be nice' she turned back to the boys who wanted to audition. 'Now who wants to go first?'

'Blaine does!'

'No I don't!'

'He does really. Oh we said he could use the piano hope you don't mind' Jeff high fived Nick and sat back looking pleased with himself.

'Do you want to go first Blaine? You don't have to of course' she smiled at him

'Come on! You were up for it!'

'Technically you put me up for it'

'You agreed.'

'Ok boys! Stop it. If he doesn't want to go first-'

'No I will. I can use the piano right?'

'I wouldn't have it any other way. Right so Blaine is going first, you all listen politely I will be next door telling the other students what they should be doing.' She smiled and walked out

'Off you go then.'

'Shut up Jeff!' Wes David and what must have been Thad all said at the same time.

'Ha. Right um... hi'

'Don't you need music to play that piano?' someone called from the back

'Uh no I know the song pretty well so I can play it without.'

'When you are ready then.' David was taking notes and smiled at Blaine

You'll remember me when the west wind moves
Among the fields of barley
You can tell the sun in his jealous sky
When we walked in fields of gold

So she took her love for to gaze awhile
Among the fields of barley
In his arms she fell as her hair came down
Among the fields of gold

Will you stay with me will you be my love
Among the fields of barley
And you can tell the sun in his jealous sky
When we walked in fields of gold

I never made promises lightly
And there have been some that I've broken
But I swear in the days still left
We will walk in fields of gold
We'll walk in fields of gold

Many years have passed since those summer days
Among the fields of barley
See the children run as the sun goes down
As you lie in fields of gold

You'll remember me when the west wind moves
Among the fields of barley
You can tell the sun in his jealous sky
When we walked in fields of gold
When we walked in fields of gold
When we walked in fields of gold

He finished singing and nothing happened for a few seconds. He cleared his throat.

'Uh yeah.' He stood up and the students erupted, clapping and cheering for him.

'All right all right settle down.' Miss Parsons had returned a tear in her eye. 'That was wonderful.'

Again the room burst with the voices of the many boys all talking at once

'Boys! Right' she turned to Blaine and smiled 'That really was very good. You can sit down now if you like.'

He nodded and smiled at her before turning and sitting back in his seat.

'Who's next?'

The rest of the auditions were had and the boys were sent outside while they made a decision.

'So you are pretty awesome.'

'Oh thanks. I could never sing Hate on me like you can though.' He grinned at the boy next to him

'Well you could sing pretty much anything else. If you don't get in any of us have a hope in hell. Trent by the way'

'You are just being nice. Blaine'

'No I'm being serious. You are amazing.'

'It's true. You are amazing.' A tall blond boy walked over and grinned at him 'you have skill I will give you that. Ryan'

'Thanks. Blaine. So why are you all only just auditioning?'

'Don't often get a chance to join. When someone leaves-'

'-Christmas-'

-if they want a new soloist… all of these don't come very often.'

'Christmas is the most frequent.' Ryan rolled his eyes. 'At least they are letting more than one in this time, yes Blaine has obviously gotten in, but this means that we have the same chance as before.'

'You don't know vie gotten in'

'Yes. Yes we do. Do you know how good you are?'

'I'm saying no, he doesn't. Anyway they are coming out now. Brace yourself Trent.' He laughed and walked away

'They don't just announce it. Pretty mean to say in front of everyone that they haven't gotten in. They are pretty nice considering.'

'How many times have you auditioned?'

'Too many.' He shook his head.

'Anderson, Blaine. Hey it is your name!'

'Did you think I was lying to you?' he walked past Wes and grinned 'how many murdering teenagers do you know that have a first name of Blaine?'

'Why else would you lie?'

'I didn't lie to you though did i.' he laughed.

'Have you quiet finished?' David smirked at them

'Why? Have you been putting this in your minutes?' Wes smirked

'You don't seem stressed anymore.'

'That's because we found a soloist. We are set! No more stress for me'

'You didn't tell me you could sing.' Brock walked over and sat next to Blaine. 'Would've been nice to know.' he smiled at him and turned to Wes 'You planning on telling him before the show Wes?'

'Or this century?' Jeff laughed

'We will tell him for you-'

'Don't you dare Nick! Blaine, the vote was unanimous; we all thought you were awesome and that you are our new soloist.' He grinned and everyone clapped

'Wait! Soloist? I thought I was just auditioning for back up or something!'

'You were.'

'But you were pretty cool-'

'-so we gave you a solo'

Everyone grinned at him until David stood up.

'I am going to get the next guy. Blaine, Welcome to the Warblers.' He grinned and walked outside

It turned out that the council couldn't decide on who else should join. When they voted there was no clear winner. They gave two positions after Blaine. One to Trent. One to Ryan.

'Solo? Really? You could've warned me.'

'And you could've told me that you were an amazing singer.'

'But i-'

'Blaine the solo is yours and if anyone sees that you are doubting yourself they will fight you for it. Seriously, I think that some of them would kill for a solo. Now are you going to help me with my French Essay? I know you have to practice and stuff but I'm kind of stuck.' Brock put the pencil he was holding behind his ear and looked at Blaine

'Practice for what?' he held out his hand and took Brocks paper from him.

'Dude you are soloist.'

'Yeah …' he didn't take his eyes off the paper

'We have a show on Friday.'

'I know … WHAT? I have to perform on Friday?' his head shot up and he stared at Brock

'Well you are soloist. That's kind of the point.'

'I can't… but… I just… Brock!'

'Relax ok-'

'I can't relax when I have to perform on Friday! It's already Tuesday night! That gives me two and a half days! AND I HAVE TO WRITE MY PAPERS!'

'Dude. Sit down. Calm down. You know the song so just focus on your papers for now.'

'What song is it?'

'What Kind of Fool. Just remember the lyrics and you will be fine.' He smiled at him

'Hey! I know that song!' he sat down and felt better for already knowing all the lyrics to the song he would be performing in three days. 'You changed tenses.'

'…huh?'

'French. You changed tenses. If you do that your grade is lowered significantly. If you change it back then you should pass but I can keep looking if you want before you give it to him'

'Oh right. Uh... would you keep looking? I don't want to have to write it again'

'Sure.' He carried on reading 'where do I practice? Also when are the Warbler things?'

'Just practice downstairs. There is a room with sofas and stuff just go in there. We usually do.' He shrugged 'If you want us to help just ask. We prefer Warbler practice to pretty much everything else. Oh you should probably know that the Warblers are seriously popular. If the non-Warbler students hear us practicing they will come and watch.' He smirked 'Just a heads up'

I don't own Fields Of Gold or Not Alone. The songs are just really cool.