Back where we belong Chapter 10 : Memories in the making, a glee fanfic

¡ Hola clase !

Soooo … I saw I Am Unicorn … And I'm sticking with my plans, regarding each student's level of education, if you all get my meaning …

NO SPOILERS IN THE REVIEWS !

Klaine is bubbling that he doesn't like spoilers … but he does like fishy food and review so …

By the Way, thank you for your bilingual reviews, Katrina, they warm my heart !

Today's show : Dave gets a new home … and a little life-lesson !

And … Audition time ! Let's rock people !

This chapter might end up to be the longest here …. Fair warning ;)

* sigh * Do I really have to do that ?

Santana : Well, Four-eyes, if you don't, we might have to sue your ass … Lima Heights Adjacent style …

* frigtened tone * I don't own Glee, Blaine, Kurt or any of the songs, I swear *sob* … I only created Bea, Hedwige and Liam (even though he was a given …)

On with the show !

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Chapter 10 : Memories in the making

Comparing their time-tables, it became clear that only Karofsky, Rachel and Finn shared their last classes, so they set off to pick up his belongings at the motel straight away to move him in the Berry household as soon as humanly possible.

Kurt had no other choice but to drive home with Blaine and Bea – not to imply that he wasn't incredibly fine with the situation as it was, don't get him wrong !

Just watching Blaine drive was an experiment in itself : Kurt couldn't tear his eyes away from the way his hands curled around the steering wheel, in a gentle yet confident way … Oooh, shivers …

For once, they had decided to settle in the "Hudmel" living room for the afternoon : Blaine always insisted on how comfy and welcoming the house was, in spite of Kurt calling it "tiny and filled to full capacity when the numbers of guests went over six people … six tiny people" ; Bea went with it because she had an agenda regarding their upcoming audition. Thus, as soon as they arrived home, she started to talk about their choice of songs and the best way to proceed and did she need to use a guitar, or settle for the piano or …

"Bea, in all honesty, most of us have already heard you two singing by now, I'm pretty sure Mr. Shue will take our word for it ! I wonder if you even need the audition !"

Not that Kurt was tired of the particular subject ; he just didn't see the point of bringing it up at any chance. He understood the girl's uncertainty and insecurities but she was seriously obsessed !

"You are convinced that the choices we made are not too … I don't know, too off the radar ?"

For Gaga's sake, if Blaine starts to be all self-conscious about it too !

"For the last time : the songs you both picked are simultaneously entertaining, contemporary, they display your musical knowledge AND they showcase your voices beautifully !"

The look Kurt send their way was one of his favorite : #34, the "Go ahead, argue with me, I dare you" – 100% success rate, guarantee.

Blaine's sheepish smile was a proof enough of said-success, and Kurt's bitchy glare quickly turned into a tender smile.

Bea, from her sitting position on the floor, looked at them with something in her eyes Kurt had spotted there on numerous occasions since they had met : it was an emotionally moving combination of amusement on how smitten the couple was toward each other, and the longing to be in a position to act as stupidly enamored, and the latter was furiously bringing the matchmaker in the countertenor's heart.

"So you're certain that we really shouldn't do a duet ?"

Then again, finding someone who would stand for such a butt-headed girl was not going to be easy.

"YES !" He couldn't contain how pissed off he was starting to be. "Plus, technically, you two are going to sing together, at least for Blaine's song so the point is moot." He added on a lighter note. "You two are really going to rock the Glee Club tomorrow with your songs."

Bea started to smile like the Cheshire cat. "Who's to say we are the only two auditioning tomorrow ?"

Blaine's head snapped up. "What do you mean ?" Funny how childish the usually dapper young man could turn when he was curious and interested … even though his question was quite valid here.

"Bea, you really have no reason to believe other students are going to try for Glee, trust me … As we only placed in twelve last year at Nationals, no one wants to be associated with us losers ; I'm pretty sure Zizes is going to bail on us too" Kurt observed dejectedly.

As the young girl took off her glasses to clean them with the hem of her shirt, the two boys could see the gossipy smugness in her green eyes.

"I just happen to share a class with one Ms. Brittany Pierce, you may be familiar with her" she nodded toward Kurt, who was getting more and more curious but agreed nonetheless. "After asking me if I was a clone of Kurt's dolphin and if that meant I was interested in sweet lady kisses too – whatever that meant … I'm not sure I want to know" Bea commented with a frown, Kurt laughing and Blaine staring incredulously, "she told me about her summer, during which she got to meet a new exchange student to McKinley High" – GASP – "from Ireland who's going to stay at her house" – GASP / SNORT – ", one young boy called Liam who will have no other choice but to come with her at Glee every afternoon said Club gets together, since they have to be together for all the extracurricular activities" Bea ended with a bow of her head, receiving warm applause for her tale.

"I don't know him yet, but I feel sorry for the lad already ; can you imagine LIVING with Brittany full time ?" Blaine said in an amused voice.

"Wait, wait, wait, about that ! There's more !" Bea laughed, startling Hedwige from her nap.

"What could possible top the mere idea of Brittany living with a poor boy who most certainly speaks with at least a hint of an accent ?" Kurt managed to say through his own giggles.

"Well, she told me that the only moments when she actually understands what he says are those when he is singing, so for the past month, her house is like a living musical … Do you think that tops it ?"

A couple of seconds of pure, astounded silence.

"Oh my Rowling, that's pure gold !"

"As her ex, maybe I can get invited to her house … even for just one afternoon …"

"As her WHAT ?"

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Back at Rachel's house …

"You can't be serious, right ?"

David Karofsky was not talented with words, debates or discussions. He usually was pretty straightforward – no pun intended – with his thoughts … except when he had to lie to protect what he had, but that was all in the past now.

Thus, when he passed the threshold of his new room, in his new house (for the time of his Senior year, naturally), the words expressing his … surprise at the décor of said room were not the most literate, but they did convey his feelings quite efficiently.

Hudson and Berry … no, Finn and Rachel (I may have to start calling them by their first name anyway …) turned to look at him as the words left his mouth, the taller one with an angry set to his jaw, the shorter with shocked surprise at his tone.

"Well, if you don't like it Karofsky, you can go the Hell …"

"Finn ! Do not finish that sentence !" Rachel exclaimed, appalled at the aggressiveness in her boyfriend's voice. "David, it's temporary : this week-end, we can change the-the-the wallpaper and find you more … I don't know, more masculine furniture ? I do realize that baby blue with jumping lambs may not be your first choice, but that room was my nursery, and my dads never had the heart to change it so …" she rambled with a shy smile, really trying to get on a fresh start with the former Glee bully.

Said boy started to blush and quickly mumbled what sounded like an apology for his rudeness and ingratitude.

"Ah, don't be ridiculous now, we're going to set everything right !"

One of Rachel's dad had joined them in the room, observing the bulky boy. "Hi there, I'm Raphael Berry, you must be David."

"Dave, sir." Karofsky answered, impressed by the frame of the older man : he certainly was not Quarterback material, definitely not a giant like Hudson, but the man was tall and athletic.

"Ok, Dave. Leonard insists on calling me Raph, but I really prefer Raphael." The dark-skinned man replied, a loving smile playing on his lips as he mentioned his companion.

"Raphael and Leonard ?" The amused question sounded a tad out of the blue, but it still made the Berries smile.

"Why do you think they spoiled me with Arts ?" the short girl giggled.

"Rachel, honey, why don't the two of you go in the kitchen and fix some appetizers ?" Raphael's voice was kind, but the unspoken demand to leave the room was loud and clear.

Rachel silently pulled Finn's sleeve to direct him in the kitchen's direction and closed the door behind them, sharing one last look with her father.

Dave felt very uncomfortable under the older man's gaze, but he wasn't afraid – unlike his own father's, Raphael's eyes were filled with kindness. It just felt like his very soul was being scanned, and it made him fairly nervous.

"I was just like you thirty years ago."

The seven words were pronounced so softly the teenage boy almost missed them, but he did hear the sentence and it shook him.

Raising his head to look at the older man, Dave saw something, a deep emotion in the brown eyes that surprised him even more : he had seen it in the mirror for the better part of the past year.

As Raphael sat down next to him, Dave kept his eyes on him, taking in every single word.

"I'm from Cincinnati, and even if it is a bigger town than Lima, back in the 1980s, admitting that you preferred to look at men rather than look at women was the equivalent of hanging yourself with your own hands. The defining moment I found out that maybe, just maybe, I wasn't interested in the girls around me like my friends … I thought that I was cursed, that I was … I guess that I was fucked up pretty deep !"

Dave's green eyes widened considerably: until his father lashed out on him during the summer, and except in some movies, he had never heard an adult curse so deliberately.

"As I started to focus on keeping it to myself, my grades started to drop, I blocked everybody – and I mean, everybody : my family, the friends I had grown with – out of my secret bubble, I was so afraid one of them might understand what was going on with me … Is it ringing any bell yet ?" Raphael asked quietly, turning his face toward Dave.

Struck by the similarities in their lives, the teen could only nod mutely, turning his gaze back to his feet … Good, feet, never judgmental or anything …

"Then, during my Senior year, as I thought that I could keep up my act for 9 mere months and get the hell out of here and be free, a new boy transferred to my school."

"Leonard ?" The question escaped Dave's mouth before he could think it through. If it was, it sounded like a cheap chick movie …

Raphael started to laugh a deep chuckle that rumbled from his chest. "No, that would have been too cheesy !" Dave joined him in his fun, thinking privately that if he didn't screw this up, he might have found a guide, a guy with a mind working like his own but with all the experience to avoid repeating some mistakes.

"No, his name was Mark, and he was even more … flamboyant than the Hummel kid, if you can picture it."

Someone can "out gay" Kurt ? Wow.

"He literally strutted in the halls, wearing very tight shirts, proclaiming his love for the … um, male body, or for Harvey Milk, Boy George and Madonna" Raphael continued, almost talking to himself at this point in the story, lost in the memory.

A bit uncomfortable, as a strained silence settled in the nursery, Dave cleared his throat.

"What happened then ?"

"Oh, I guess, pretty much what happened between you and Kurt, from what Rachel told us : I couldn't stand to see him so comfortable in his skin and with his sexuality while I had to hide everything I was and felt from everybody, so I took it out on him. I pushed him around, called him names, you get the picture … It got worse and worse, all year long …

We ended in a fight around April. I had just gave him a shoulder punch that sent him on the floor, and he yelled after me, even though the halls were packed."

The former jock's voice was just a whisper. "What did he say ?"

"He asked me if I pushed him all the time just because I was such a closeted case I couldn't keep my hands from him. Mind you, I wasn't even attracted to him –" the younger boy tensed at that, but Raphael didn't notice, or acted as if he didn't – "but I couldn't let him go on, so I … I punched him. In his face. Sent him sprawling back on the floor."

As Dave gasped, Raphael turned to look at him and saw a strange look in the green eyes, like the teenager was … cornered, or afraid.

"Oh, don't worry, he punched back. The kid had a mean left, let me tell you that ! By the time the teachers separated us, his face might have been covered in blood, but I was the one unable to stand !"

Frowning, Dave looked over the adult by his side. Once again, he noted how lean the older man looked like, not steroid-built like a lot of jocks, but still, his tall frame looked solid, and the teen could perfectly picture the kind of hit needed to bring him to his knees, and nodded appreciatively.

"Then I got expelled for a month, and you can imagine how thrilled my parents were : their son, expelled for brawling in the halls like an animal … If only that could have been the worst of it" Raphael said, twisting his mouth into a grimace.

"Unfortunately – or luckily, I'm not sure, really – some kid told his parents about the whole scene, including Mark's accusations, and the kid's father was working with mine …" he trailed off, taking off the thin glasses he had on.

"That's how you came out to your folks ?" Dave exclaimed, his voice filled with compassion.

The older man simply nodded, and the teen didn't know what to say or do ; he could sense, however, that the talk was coming to an end.

"My parents didn't take it much better than yours. My father confronted me, and I couldn't lie any more, I had no more strength in me … He gave me ten minutes to gather my things and leave his house, saying that he had no more son. My mother – I think she still loved me, even though I was such a disappointment – she slipped me a couple of Franklins, and closed the door without looking at me."

Standing up, Raphael turned to Rachel's old crib with a fond smile.

"There you have my story, and in the end, it turned out pretty good. I met Leonard a year or so after this whole mess, and I never looked back … or let go of him."

Dave looked up. "So you see, David, I truly know what you are going through. That's the only reason I agreed with Rachel's plans in the first place. I really think that I … that we can help you. Anyway, you need a safe place to stay, right ?" he added with a wink.

"But you have to work on yourself. You need to apologize to Kurt, and you need to focus on your grades, to secure a future, okay ?" he finally said, putting his hand on the teen's slumped shoulder.

The tall man started to walk toward the door to give the teenager some space and some time to think it through, but the boy asked a simple question that stopped him in his track.

"What am I supposed to do now ?"

Sighing, Raphael sat back on the bed.

"Whatever you want to do, Dave. You can go back to the football team, even if I don't think that's the wisest idea. You can focus on your classes. You can join the Arts Club. You can spend your afternoons watching T.V as well as you can decide to add a few extracurricular activities to your resume to look good on your college applications …"

"Or you can join Glee Club !" Rachel's voice came from the hallway, interrupting her dad.

Opening the wooden door, Raphael tried to look sternly at his daughter, but he already knew it was a lost cause when she gave him her best puppy look. Damn Leonard for teaching her that trick !

"Sorry Dad, I just came back to ask Kar– to ask David if he had any preference for diner, and I only heard the last part, I promise !" she hurriedly said, pleading eyes going back and forth between the two men.

Raphael turned to look at Dave. "You know what, David ? It's actually an interesting idea … Can you sing ?"

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In order to avoid the meltdown they had experienced the day before, Bea had planned her brother's outfit before going to bed, insisting on the fact that she was not going to be his personal Fashion police all year long.

They had spent the evening in Blaine's room, pairing pants and shirts and sweaters, and ties and other accessories into random combinations, to make sure that the poor boy would be able to dress by himself every single morning, no matter the weather.

As they rode once again in the red Wildcat, they were both particularly proud of their "audition-wear" : taking advantage of the warm Indian Summer, Bea had chosen a turquoise Empire-style, knee-length dress, paired with neon pink ballerinas and shoulder bag ; you would think that the two colors would look horrible together, but with her pale skin and dark brown curls all around her face, she looked like a Russian doll that someone would have dressed in the 1980s. As for Blaine, he wore a loose pink shirt with a black vest, paired with dark boot cut jeans and pink Converse, given a global impression of confident nonchalance and, if the blush on Kurt's cheeks when they met at the Lima Bean was any indication, of unconscious sexiness – which was exactly what they had aimed for.

In retrospect, this was more like her brother, clothing-wise, and she had a sneaking suspicion that Blaine felt more comfortable like this than in the previous day's attire.

As the day passed, Bea's eyes never left the couple. She could sense that the Neanderthals might have been quiet on the first day, but that they were starting to throw poisonous glance to the two boys every time they hold their hands.

For Picasso's sake, it's not like they are making out on the floor !

She couldn't help but feel protective of the pair : true, she felt jealous sometimes of the relationship, but still, what they shared was so … true, pure, perfect ; no one should be allowed to taint it or cheap it with words and glares.

As a result, more than once on that day, her tiny hands turned into fists around Hedwige's leash. But luckily, she was never alone to act on those impulses : it seemed that she was always in the company of one member of the New Directions, and whoever was with her was seemingly in charge of keeping her calm and / or distracted – it made her wonder if Blaine had shared her colorful history of "resolving conflicts" with their new classmates and friends.

All too soon for her taste, and never too soon for Blaine's, the time came for their first Glee Club meeting of the year. For their first week, only two sessions were planned out, but Rachel had made it clear that she was determined to fix that into a daily, or at least into a three-day per week planning.

The twins arrived firsts in the classroom flanked by Quinn and Lauren – who just wanted to check if she was still needed in the Club –, both girls harassing them to know what songs they had picked, both Andersons stubbornly keeping their mouth shut into a smug smile.

The three girls sat on the chairs, Bea starting to braid Quinn's pink locks while Lauren played with Hedwige's furry ears. Blaine sat at the piano before being shooed out by Brad, who scowled at him for an entire minute.

Smiling at the Glee members entered the room one by one, Bea's eyes widened dramatically when one David Karofsky followed Rachel in the choir room, eyes cast to the floor, but still, he sat next to her and gave her a shy smile.

As he entered the room, Kurt stood two seconds in the doorway, looking at his former nemesis with a conflicted look in his eyes, but the countertenor quickly overcame it and sat next to his boyfriend, whose hazel eyes turned gold when he raised his head to look at him with a bright smile.

I swear to Gaga, if we ever need a new source of power, we can plug our house to Blaine's smile !

One by one, all the members of New Directions entered the room, except for Santana and Britanny, who arrived last, framing a tall boy who could only be the infamous exchange student, since no one recognized him.

Liam was tall – between Finn and Mike, height-wise – with a boyish face and short, brown hair carefully arranged in a rockabilly style. His clear, blue eyes were sparkling with mischief, and his nose and cheeks were covered with freckles. To complete the whole image, his smile was giving way to two small yet adorable dimples.

As Brittany told him to sit down with the other "applicants", the Irish boy simply nodded and sat next to Dave, not before giving him an appreciative look, completely unnoticed by said boy but completely noticed by the couple sitting two chairs away.

Kurt and Blaine looked at the younger boy who had just arrived, and exchanged a surprised look.

Looks like Karofsky will be plenty busy with the Leprechaun!

Right on cue, Mr. Shuester entered the room and welcomed his students.

"All right guys ! It's so good to see all of you … and some guests, it appears !" he added quickly, as he saw the four students sitting in the front row, wisely deciding not to insist on Karofsky's new allegiance and recognizing Blaine as the leader of their former opponent.

"Am I to assume that today is Audition Day ?" he finally asked, a content smile playing on his face.

The original New Directions members shouted their approval and encouragements, and Will chuckled at their enthusiasm as he took his seat and gestured towards the open floor.

Weirdly enough, the three boys looked at each other before simultaneously turning to Bea, behaving like gentlemen … or cowards, depending on the point of view.

Seeing this, Santana and Mercedes started to whistle, Tina shouting "You show them, girl !"

The young girl sighed before instructing her dog to remain still, and rose from her chair to the corner of the room, where several guitars were standing.

Picking one determinedly, she faced the whole group with a light blush forming on her face.

"Hello everyone, my name is Beatrice Anderson, and I will be covering the song "Fame Infamy" by the Fall Out Boy".

As she started to strum her fingers on the guitar, Puck, Finn and Tina smiled at the odd choice, especially sung into an acoustic version.

I'm a preacher sweating in the pews

For the salvation I'm bringing you

I'm a salesman, I'm selling you hooks and plans

And myself making demands

Her voice sounded slightly broken on some notes, but it only served the lyrics, and it soon became clear that she was working her voice to sound that way.

When I'm home alone I just dance by myself

And you pull my head so close volume goes with the truth

Signing off "I'm alright in bed but I'm better with a pen"

The kid was alright but it went to his head

It was fairly obvious that she played her voice just as well as she played the guitar : perfectly in control, the chords falling out of the instrument like the song had always been meant to be sung this way. The teacher and some of the students were more impressed by the way her whole behavior had changed while she sang. Long forgotten was her initial shyness : Bea was absorbing the song, smiling on cue to give a deeper meaning to the lyrics, hips lightly moving to the rhythm she was using, as if she would be dancing if she wasn't playing.

I am God's gift but why would he bless me with

Such wit without a conscience equipped

I'm addicted to the way I feel when I think of you, woah

"There's too much green to feel blue"

Nodding her head in Kurt's direction as the line, she kept on singing, eyes twinkling when some of her audience joined her in the chorus.

When I'm home alone I just can't stop myself

And you pull my head so close volume goes with the truth

Signing off "I'm alright in bed but I'm better with a pen"

The kid was alright but it went to his head

When I'm home alone I just can't stop myself

And you pull my head so close volume goes with the truth

Signing off "I'm alright in bed but I'm better with a pen"

I'm alright in bed but I'm better with a pen

The kid was alright but it went to his head

For the last chorus, she had apparently decided to let the others sing the main melody and had started to sing harmonies around their voices, showing one more talent.

As the song ended, they all clapped happily, and Bea gave them a small bow, the blush coming back on her cheeks, giving her a full – Russian doll look.

"That was really fantastic, Beatrice –"

"Bea, Sir, please."

" … Okay, Bea then. As I was saying, great arrangement on a fast song, very interesting voice, with a lot of depth, that we welcome with open arms ! Who's next ?"

To be honest, Dave wasn't that interested in going just after such a performance, and Blaine had in mind to keep the last slot to himself.

"Attention whore" Kurt whispered in his ear when he didn't move.

Santana, Mercedes and Lauren started to call the three boys out, and Liam looked curiously at the two others "candidates" before standing up, an ironic smile on his lips.

"I guess it's my turn then ! My name is Liam McDermott, and I will be singing "Feelin' Good", as sung by Michael Bublé."

At least that's what most of them heard : the Irish accent really was strong in this one.

As he walked to the band to give them some instructions, Santana and Rachel turned to Brittany, who was looking rather smug. "How on Earth do you understand a single word uttered by that … that Leprechaun ?"

"I told you, when he sings, it's not that difficult to understand."

Right on cue, Liam turned to them, one hand hovering over his stomach as he prepared himself, the professional gesture noticed by several members of his audience.

Birds flying high

You know how I feel

Sun in the sky

You know how I feel

Breeze driftin' on by

You know how I feel

It's a new dawn

It's a new day

It's a new life

For me

And I'm feeling good

The deep baritone was a surprise for most of them : clearly, his range allowed him to go deeper than most of the boys – only Puck had that kind of range, and it wasn't his favorite. The exchange student obviously knew what type of song suited his voice, and the way he was using his breath to amplify the power of his voice was impressive in itself.

Dragonfly out in the sun

You know what I mean, don't you know

Butterflies all havin' fun

You know what I mean

Sleep in peace when day is done

That's what I mean

And this old world is a new world

And a bold world

For me

While his right hand fluttered to keep the rhythm of the band playing, Liam used his left to gesture accordingly to the song, proving that he was a natural – or maybe not so natural – performer, in addition to a voice that was more than an asset.

Stars when you shine

You know how I feel

Scent of the pine

You know how I feel

Oh freedom is mine

And I know how I feel

It's a new dawn

It's a new day

It's a new life

For me

And I'm feeling good

The last notes were barely out of his mouth than everybody was clapping and whistling in approval, prompting him to copy Bea and bow for his public.

"Wow, Liam, that was really something else ! What kind of training do you have ?" Will clapped his new student's shoulder, eyes wide opened.

Geez, we really attract solid talent this year !

For the first time since he had entered the choir room, the boyish face showed a sign of embarrassment.

"Well, Sir, I was a member of a …", the last words mumbled in the teacher's ear, who looked amazed by them.

"Oh … oh ! I see, okay then ! Well, do I really need to say it, but Liam, welcome to New Directions !" Will finally said, smiling even more brightly than before.

"David, Blaine, who's going next ?"

The two boys shared a look, while Bea was elbowing Dave to push him to stand ; the final straw was Hedwige's soft nudges to his knee, echoing her owner's wishes.

"Fine, FINE ! I'm going, see ?" he finally said, standing up as he opened his arms in a fatalistic gesture.

"You all know who I am, but here goes … I am Dave Karofsky, and I'll be singing "Free", by Stevie Wonder."

The choice took most of them by surprise, even if Bea, Santana and Rachel shared a knowing – yet affectionate – look.

Free like the river

Flowin' freely through infinity

Free to be sure of

What I am and who I need not be

Free from all worries

Worries prey on oneself's troubled mind

Freer than the clock's hands

Tickin' way the times

Freer than the meaning of free that man defines

Life running through me

Till I feel my father God has called

Me having nothin'

But possessing riches more than all

And I'm free

To be nowhere

But in every place I need to be

Freer than a sunbeam

Shinning through my soul

Free from feelin' heat or knowing bitter cold

Free from conceiving the beginning

For that's the infinite start

I'm gone - gone but still living

Life goes on without a beating heart

Free like a vision

That the mind of only you can see

Freer than a raindrop

Falling from the sky

Freer than a smile in a baby's sleepin' eyes

I'm free like a river

Flowin' freely to infinity

I'm free to be sure of what

I am and who I need not be

I'm much freer - like the meaning of the word free that

crazy man defines

Free - free like the vision that

The mind of only you are ever gonna see

Free like the river my life

Goes on and on through infinity

Even if the song was slightly longer than the two previous ones, no one dared to interrupt the singer.

In spite of what they might have thought of the boy prior to his performance, the whole club was moved by the rendition of the song – how much emotion Dave was pouring into the song, eyes closed from beginning to end, as if he wasn't singing for them but for himself.

Truth be told, his voice was not amazing, but he was in perfect tune with the music, and he looked different while he sang, just like Bea before : he seemed liberated, like singing really could bring him joy and freedom.

Honestly, even if he had been completely out of tune, the Club director would not have been able to turn him down. As it was, he didn't need to, since Dave could be an additional member to the choir.

As the boy stood there, reluctant to go and sit back even though his audience was giving him a standing ovation, Will went to gently hug the former jock, whispering a few words in his ear that brought a smile to the teen's face.

Sitting down, Dave leaned toward Bea. "Was it really that good ?"

The young girl stared at him before pulling him into a fierce hug. "You were great ! My dear brother is going to be sorry he chose to sing after you" she added, a feral smile on her face as she released him.

Still in hearing distance, Blaine smirked at her. "Hm, a challenge ? You know how to speak to me, dear sister !"

Standing up gracefully, the former soloist went straight to the band to give them the name of his song, before turning back to the whole club. They all knew how good a singer he was, as they had seen him performed in competition before, but still, they were waiting for his piece.

"Well, my turn !" Blaine exclaimed, saluting his public who laughed in response. "my name is Blaine Anderson, and I will be singing "Fascination" by Alphabeat. I will just need a little back-up" he added, holding his hand to Bea, before mock-whispering to all the sitting members "Sorry to put you through her singing again !", jumping to avoid her slapping hand.

Easy living,

killed the young dudes,

in the high boots

Teenage,

in the pace age,

that's when love burns,

now it's your turn.

Now, most of them – with two notable exceptions – knew that Blaine was a performer : he had a great voice, between the baritone and the tenor, paired with an expressive face and a knack for dancing exactly the way that was needed to bring the most of his performance.

Fascination

It's just the way we feel.

Fascination

It's just the way we feel. (yeah)

We love this exaltation (woh oh, o-o-oh)

We want the new temptations (woh oh, o-o-o-oh)

It's like a revelation (woh oh, o-o-oh)

We live on fascination.

But that was completely different from any song they had seen him covered with the Warblers : the very quick beat of the song, and the way he was acting with his sister was truly captivating.

Passion,

is our passion,

in the moonlight,

on a joyride

Easy living,

killed the young dudes,

in the high boots. (oh yeah)

There was chemistry there, the twins using each other's voice to get a momentum, the two dancing like small children on a sugar high. The performance had the added bonus to allow them to see a new facet to Bea's talent, since she was singing the "female" part of the duet, seemingly without any problem to reach the higher notes.

Fascination

It's just the way we feel (come on).

We love this exaltation (woh oh, o-o-o-oh)

We want the new temptations (woh oh, o-o-o-oh)

It's like a revelation (woh oh, o-o-o-oh)

We live on fascination.

The word is on your lips - say the word

Fas-ci-na-tion!

By then, the whole club had joined them into the song, fueled by the energy displayed by the siblings.

We love this exaltation (woh oh, o-o-o-oh)

We want the new temptations (woh oh, o-o-o-oh)

It's like a revelation (woh oh, o-o-o-oh)

We live on fascination (o-oh).

Say the word now (fa-sci-nation)

Say the word

Come on say the word now (fa-sci-nation)

Come on (fa-sci-nation)

Just before the class ended, Will put his hands on the teens shoulders, laughing in pure glee – no pun intended –, as he welcomed the former Warbler in their ranks.

"Blaine, I can honestly say that I am very glad you decided to come to McKinley !"

As the students left the room, right after he reminded them than the next meeting was on Friday, their faces showing different levels of happiness, the teacher was left pondering the possibilities of his new club.

Maybe we really have a shot at Nationals …

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I know it's a lot of songs, but I really felt like this chapter was meant to look that way !

Remember guys, Klaine – my fish, not the actual Klaine – is feeding on reviews, don't let him starve !

Next chapter :

Umbrellas !

Slushies !

Seniors, Juniors !

More about Bea !

More Kluff !

Wow, stay tuned !

Gleek away, my friends, gleek away while R.I.B. is torturing us with an impossible hiatus !