A/N: So like, I can't finish chapters very well.
Edit: Omg, I typed in Chris instead of Kurt. I've been writing too much RPF, obviously.
Blaine stood in front of the class with a grin – they'd just finished the individual performances, and Kurt found that the short sessions he'd had with Sophie and Dakota had vastly improved them, even in the short time. The others were good – especially those who had signed up to be soloists. Even the dancers were pretty good – they had a strong team. Kurt noted those he'd eventually have to work with, but he'd get to that closer to the competition.
"Stage presence." Blaine neglected to look at Lily, rubbing his palms together.
Kurt stood in the back. He was happy to let Blaine teach the kids, occasionally stepping in with comments when he felt Blaine hadn't said enough.
"It's all about…being there. Not just going through the motions…"
One of the freshmen – Lachlan, leaned back with a smug smirk.
"You sound like you're repeating yourself."
Blaine was stumped for a second. "Uhm, well…I am, kind of…"
Kurt stepped forward, talking sharply. "Singing, dancing and stage presence all work in unison to create a spectacular performance. We'd be insane not to be repeating ourselves."
Lachlan looked a little stunned. "Right. Sorry."
Kurt smirked slightly, and Blaine chuckled, easing the tension slightly as the class let out an awkward laugh. Lachlan looked a little apprehensive, but Blaine powered on.
"Anyway, so like I said, you have to show that you want to be there to convince the audience that everything you're singing about is what you're feeling." Blaine paused for a second, trying to figure a way to back up what he was saying. "You know what I mean."
Kurt laughed a little. "Just show them Blaine."
Blaine shook his head. He was going to have to work on explaining things better. "Okay, so the most important thing when you're on stage is to stay grounded – so bent knees!"
Kurt smirked.
"You want to feel rooted to the ground," the triplets sniggered, along with a few of the other students at the word 'rooted', making Kurt roll his eyes playfully. "Get your movements big and natural – like you've been doing them all your life. OWN the stage, make every word and every movement worth it. This is YOUR stage, and you are what everyone wants to see."
Kurt smiled, stepping forward to try a different tactic. "Do any of you play an instrument that you can carry around easily, namely a guitar, or even percussion."
A few of them raised their hands.
"Okay, good. On Tuesday, can you bring your instruments in – not the percussion – we can get that – but your guitars and…I dunno, ukuleles or even violins, I guess. String instruments preferably, but nothing like a double bass or cello - has to be able to be carried easily."
"Why?" piped up Sharlotte, another freshman.
"Well…" Kurt turned to Blaine, who had picked up a guitar from the back of the room. He passed it to Kurt, before turning to the class and singing a few lines of 'Grenade', standing normally, his arms folded and not moving.
"You sure love the old songs…" Jack muttered from the back row, and Blaine grinned.
"Okay, so that was me, not doing anything but singing." He reached for the guitar, which Kurt passed over. Swinging the strap over his head, he placed his fingers on the neck, grinning, before bending his knees, walking around and singing at them.
It certainly made a difference.
A few of the students started nodding, understanding his words better.
"So if we could start a performance with a whole bunch of you walking on with all these different string instruments, it would look pretty awesome. Then we'd get the rest to come and jump on in front so you can ditch the instruments and come back on."
At that moment, the alarm for five went off and the students started to get up, grabbing their bags and calling goodbye as they left the room. Kurt and Blaine didn't bother to dismiss them – they never felt the need to, exchanging an excited grin.
"You guys look happy." Isabelle sauntered over. She was a senior who was very quiet, but intelligent and knowing beneath her heavy lashes.
Blaine grinned. He'd worked with Isabelle briefly for her solo. "Yeah, we're going to see our old friends this weekend."
Kurt started packing up as Sandy came over. "Are those the same friends from High School?" she asked.
Both boys nodded. "The New Directions?"
They nodded again, making Sandy grin. "That's exciting. Is anything exciting happening?"
Kurt shrugged. "I don't think so. We're going to get coffee and catch up."
"Sweet." Isabelle said softly, casting a look at both boys before waving slightly, heading out the door.
Sandy stuck around. "Do you guys want any help?"
Blaine lifted his guitar over his shoulder, turning the strap so it hung on his back. "I think we're okay Sandy…you should probably get home – it'll be dark soon."
Sandy took a glance to the windows, where the shadows slipped in from the darkening sky. She nodded once or twice, thanking them for the lesson before collecting her bag and slipping out silently.
Blaine stared after her for a second while Kurt finished up in the room, turning off the lights. "That was weird…"
"A little…but Blaine…we've got to go pack."
Kurt had exited the room, walking over to the staffroom.
They were the only ones left in the school, aside from the cleaners. He left the door to NG03 open, knowing the cleaners would be along in a second, and followed Kurt, frowning slightly.
"Isabelle and Sandy seem a little…"
"You can't compare them Blaine. They're so different." Kurt was retrieving his coffee mug and a few possessions he needed for the trip – namely his wallet and keys.
Blaine started to do the same. "Yeah but…I don't know. Clingy?"
"Oh…right." Kurt nodded. "I've notice that. Both of them tend to linger around us after lessons…"
Blaine nodded, glad he wasn't the only one who was noticing weird things about their students.
Simultaneously, their phones beeped.
Hey guys! It's me again. Wanted to let you know we're meeting at BreadStix now, since we got such a positive response. Reservation is under 'ND', so feel free to go in as soon as you get there. We've scheduled it for Saturday at lunch, then maybe we could go to the park and back to mine for drinks? If you don't want to stay, that's fine – but my house is big enough to have you all here for the night if you choose to stay. See you all there
Xx Brit xX
Blaine rose an eyebrow, pocketing his phone. "We were going to stay until Monday anyway…we could stay at Brit's to cut down the cost…and stay for drinks." He grinned and Kurt nodded.
"Sounds perfect."
A/N: Let me get this straight, because I am VERY confused (Being from Australia and all). So...Grades 1-6 are primary school. 7 and 8 are middle school, and 9-12 are high school?
If that's correct, then grade 12s = 18 (that year) and grade 9s = 15 (That year)?
Yes, no?
Meaning...
Grade 9 - Freshmen - 15
Grade 10 - Sophomores - 16
Grade 11 - Juniors - 17
Grade 12 - Seniors - 18?
Yes? Am I on the right track or did I screw it up completely?