I don't own Glee, or Caberet for that matter.

"Sometimes, when I drive across the desert in the middle of the night, with no other cars around, I start imagining: What if there were no civilization out there? No cities, no factories, no people? And then I think: No people or factories? Then who made this car? And this highway? And I get so confused I have to stick my head out the window into the driving rain-unless there's lightning, because I could get struck on the head by a bolt." - Jack Handy

Chapter Ten: Preggers – Part One

Blaine was beginning to feel a bit useless. He was still too nervous to join Glee Club or approach Kurt. He wanted to do something, he just wasn't sure what. As he leaned against the side of a row of lockers he heard Finn's voice.

"What's with the silent treatment? Whatever I did I'm, sorry…"

"I'm pregnant." Oh right. That was the drama this year. Baby-gate was still famous when Blaine had first joined the New Directions. Though that may have been mostly because the woman who had adopted her had shown back up to direct the Trouble Tones and reconnect with Rachel. Because apparently she was her mom too. It was times like these Blaine missed the simplicity of the Warblers. Then again their posh formalities had evidently prevented them from viewing him and Kurt as family the way the New Directions did. Yes, the New Directions were overdramatic, dysfunctional, and sometimes downright mean. But when it came down to it, they had each other's backs. They understood why Kurt transferred and rather than viewing him as an enemy, had begun to count the rest of the Warblers as friends. Blaine had been insulted, belittled and often simply ignored when he'd first joined. But when he'd taken that slushy everyone rallied around him. Santana had driven clear to Westerville to confront the Warblers. Kurt had organized the Black and White performance, he Finn and Rachel had sung Ben to him, and he'd gotten visits and cards from every last one of his teammates. Yes, the Dodge Ball incident had been very similar to the Warblers Great Betrayal. But Rory had come away needing a tissue not surgery, and the Trouble Tones had stopped harassing the New Directions that week rather than a month later after attempting to black mail them with photo shopped pictures.

Blaine snapped back to the present. Finn was asking if it was his and Quinn was saying

"Of course yours, who else's would it be?" Blaine bit his lip. Uh, Puck's? But he kept his thoughts to himself. Changing this piece of the past was too risky. He turned and began to walk away. Then he saw it. A huge poster reading:

CABARET

Now Cabaret was a rather weird musical that was sort of like The Rocky Horror Picture Show set in Germany during the rise of the Nazis. But there were very few singing roles: Sally Bowles, this random Nazi boy who is quickly joined by other Nazis and Nazi supporters, and Emcee. Blaine thought about West Side Story and being Tony because Kurt was more flamboyant, and Kurt not getting into NYADA. Oh my god, that's what I can do. I can get him credentials so that maybe the Kurt in here won't go through all that. It didn't matter if Kurt was a little flamboyant, or if his motions were slightly affected, because that is exactly what Emcee was about. Emcee was Kurt's part. Speak of the devil. Blaine turned a little to his left and saw Kurt staring at the poster. Taking a deep breath he moved so he was standing on Kurt's right, and a little behind him.

"You thinking about auditioning?" Kurt started and Blaine internally cursed himself.

"Ah, I don't know… I have Glee and… "

"I think you should. No one could bring as much to Emcee as you. And he really is the male lead when it comes to vocals."

"I guess…"

"Come on! I was at the assembly; anyone could see you were the true diva. Rachel just stifled you, but you could outshine her if you wanted to. Don't put yourself in a box. Don't sign yourself off as back-up. You've got potential." Kurt stared at him as if he had never seen him before in his life.

"You really think that much of me after seeing me sing back-up in… Push It?" Okay he needed to be slightly more honest if he didn't want Kurt thinking he was messing with him.

"I may have possibly, sort of, kind of overheard your audition. But it was an accident I swear! I'm not stalking you or anything!" That's right Blaine, lie to the kid. Kurt was still giving him weird looks. But instead of running away like Blaine frankly couldn't have blamed him for doing, he just looked at him a moment.

"What do you think I should audition with?" Blaine blinked a couple times then slipped into full blown gush mode.

"Oh there are so many directions you could go with this: you could sing something from Cabaret to show how well you would embody the role. You could sing something with very high notes and very low notes to show off your range. You could doing something with a fast beat that you could dance to so they can see what a fabulous dancer you are, or you could sing something slow and sad and epic to show off your voice and ability to portray emotion." Kurt just stared at him.

"Umm, and you know I have a wide vocal range, sweet moves, and heart-breaking theatricality… how? Because there's no way you learned all that from spying on my audition."

"I-Uh-well, just trust me. Please? I know you can do this. What's the worst that could happen? You don't get the role which you weren't really planning on trying out for anyway."

"I guess. I'll think about it on my own. I don't really know you. So if I decide to audition, it will be because I decided to audition.

Gah, ending sucks, but that's why I'm putting up the rest of this chapter now. I hope I didn't spend too long on that Trouble Tones/Dodge-Ball vs. Warblers/Tainted-Slushy paragraph. I just felt that whole thing needed to be addressed. And I wanted to justify why I felt more forgiving of the Trouble Tones than I did the Warblers.