Sorry for the lack of an update recently. Busy week, and then I was in Canada for the weekend, and the hotel I was at didn't have free WiFi :( But I got to finish this one and another one, but I want to wait for the next one until I finish the one that comes after that (you'll get what I mean when I post it)

Anyways, I hope you like it, and please review, as always! :D


Blaine shifted the guitar in his right hand before he lifted his left one to knock on the door lightly. He was feeling a little impatient, but maybe that was just the nerves in his stomach. The door opened mid-rap and he stood there awkwardly before Gemma said something.

"Well, are you coming in or what? 'Cause I don't have a lot of time." She stood there a little impatiently with her hand on her hip, and her foot tapping. "I've got to study for the history test tomorrow."

"Oh, well I'll go if you don't want me to—" He started to turn around, but she grabbed his arm.

"Blaine, relax. I'm not going to scrap guitar lessons with you. I'm just really stressed right now."

"Oh." He couldn't think of anything else to say, so he went over to the couch and sat down. Gemma picked up the guitar he had given her for Christmas and followed him to the couch, sitting down as well.

"Okay, so I thought we could go over those chords from the other day again. I was having trouble remembering them," said Gemma.

Blaine was distracted, but then he saw Gemma looking at him queerly. "Uh, yeah, right. Those chords."

He demonstrated the finger placement on the frets and strummed the strings softly, and Gemma tired to copy his example, but her thumb was on the wrong string.

He moved her thumb over the right spot, but he felt a tingling when he touched her. It was hard to give these lessons to her, because he was always correcting her placement and fixing her hands, and he always felt that rush whenever he did. He tried not to let it show on his face, and went back to strumming the chord until her guitars matched his in the note.

"Alright, good." He looked up and smiled at her. "You've got it now." She smiled back at him.

The rest of the lesson continued like that, and Gemma practiced one of the songs that Blaine had taught her a couple of weeks ago. "You're really getting the hang of this!" he remarked when she nailed it. She beamed, pleased that she was progressing at the new instrument.

It was nearly the end of the hour long tutorial, and Blaine's nerves tightened. He had to do it. He was actually going to do it. It was time to get it over with.

"Hey Gemma?" He could feel his hands start to shake. He hoped she wouldn't be able to see.

"Yeah?"

He rubbed his hands together. "So you know how the showcase is coming up?" She nodded. "Well, I wanted to run this song by you to see if it was okay enough for me to perform. I want your opinion."

"Okay," she answered. He picked the guitar up from where he placed it on the floor next to the couch and removed a pick from his pocket. He hesitated for a moment, taking a deep breath, and then began to pick out the notes to the song. His voice started out softly, and he stuttered a little. He cursed himself in his mind, but kept on.

My eyes are no good, blind without her

The way she moves I'd never doubt her

When she talks, she somehow creeps into my dreams

She a doll, a catch, a winner

I'm in love and no beginner could ever grasp or understand just what she means

Baby, baby blue eyes, stay with me by my side,

Until the morning through the night (can't get you out of my mind)

Baby, stand here, holding my sides,

Close your baby blue eyes every moment feels right

And I may feel like a fool, but I'm the only one dancing with you

Oh oh oh, oh oh oh ohh, oh oh oh, ohhh

Gemma was in shock. Was this song meant for her? She blushed profusely and looked down. Blaine noticed that, but he still kept on with the song he started. He needed to finish it, because he had already persuaded himself to start it. He needed to tell her, somehow.

I drive her home when she can't stand

I'd like to think I'm a better man for not letting her do what she's been known to do

She wears heels and she always falls, I let her think she's a know-it-all

But whatever she does wrong, it seems so right

My eyes don't believe her, but my heart swears by her

Baby, baby blue eyes, stay with me by my side,

Until the morning through the night (can't get you out of my mind)

Baby, stand here, holding my sides,

Close those baby blue eyes every moment feels right

And I may feel like a fool, but I'm the only one dancing with you

Oh oh oh, oh oh oh ohh, oh oh oh, ohhh

He was looking into her eyes now. They weren't baby blue, but instead a deep, almost indigo color. Tiny flecks of teal flashed in her eyes as she sat listening to him sing for her. She knew that the song was for her now. It was obvious in the way that he wouldn't break eye contact with her now. All he wanted to do now was to keep staring into those windows and sing his love for her.

I swear I've been there, I swear I've done that

I'll do whatever it takes just to see those

Baby, baby blue eyes, stay with me by my side,

Until the morning through the night (can't get you out of my mind)

Baby, stand here, holding my sides,

Close those baby blue eyes every moment feels right

And I may feel like a fool, but I'm the only one dancing with you

Oh oh oh, oh oh oh ohh, oh oh oh, ohhh

My eyes are no good, blind without her

The way she moves I'd never doubt her

When she talks, she somehow creeps into my dreams

When he finished the last of the song, he let his voice soar up and hit the final note. His eyes were bright as he looked into hers to gauge her reaction.

What she did next was the least expected. She took his guitar away from him and sat closer to him. She cupped his face in her hands and drew him closer, until their foreheads were about to touch. He could see every eyelash and the faint freckles across her nose from the time she spent out in the sun during the summer. He closed his eyes and leaned in; closer, closer, closer, until…

A blast of sound woke him up. He shot up straight in his bed, a slight sheen of sweat covering his skin, and he fumbled around on his night stand for the snooze button so he didn't wake Alex. He fell back down on his pillow in defeat.

So he was having that dream again. Usually, it ended in one of two ways: she was so won over by the song, she was going to confess her own love for him and they would be about to kiss (that was always when his alarm sounded); or she would be so offended at the thought that he liked her like that, she would slap him across the face. The first time he dreamed of the latter, he had to go to the bathroom and check to make sure that there wasn't a palm mark across his face. It had felt that real to him.

That was what he was most afraid of. He resigned himself to admiring from afar because he made himself believe that she didn't like him in that way through those dreams. It was more often than not that the dream would end the second way, and he took it as a bad omen. It was all it took to discourage him. Those dreams—no, nightmares—were enough to convince himself that she didn't feel that way.

It was why he couldn't bring himself to do just what he would do in the dream in real life. He had to admit to himself that he just didn't have the guts. Why run the risk of a rejection like that? He even figured that she probably liked somebody else. He was still unsure of how to act around her after the incident at her old school. She had been there for a few months, yes, but she was still so new to everything at Westbrook and still needed guidance every now and then. Blaine wanted more than anything to be her guide, but he almost felt that he needed to sort through his own problems before he become any kind of mentor towards Gemma.


He stood outside her door again, but he pinched himself to make sure that he really was awake this time. He wasn't going to screw it up. Not today. Not when his whole friendship rode on a single choice. He rapped lightly like always, and she answered the door with a smile. She grabbed his guitar from him and pulled him into the room, closing the door. She didn't catch the bewildered look on his face, because this was not how he was expecting to be greeted.

"Okay, so I thought we could go over those chords from the other day again. I was having trouble remembering them," said Gemma.

Blaine blinked in a stunned silence. Whoa, déjà vu right there, he thought. Gemma didn't comment on the face he made, but she only led him over to the couch. "Well, are you coming? I've got a lot to do, and I want to go over those chords!" She clapped her hands together impatiently.

This was certainly different than what he dreamed the night before, yet it was so similar. It was creeping him out a little, actually. But he just sat down next to her and tried to carry on as if nothing had happened.

He helped her with the chords, and when she asked him for advice for a song to sing at the showcase, all he could say was to sing from the heart.

"If there's something you want to say to someone, then the best way to express what you're feeling is through song," he told her. "At least that's what I try to do."

She thanked him for the advice, and soon after the lesson was finished. He left in a little bit of a hurry, she thought, but maybe that was because he had to go practice his own song. She was really freaking out ever since Richardson announced his 'brilliant' plan for determining the soloists for Nationals. Instead of the normal audition in front of him and the Cardinals' student council, he was trying to encourage creativity and there was no better way to do so than put on a show.

It was going to be in front of the whole school, and there would be a reception of sorts during the performances. The show was to be held in the gymnasium, since there was a decent stage in there, and plenty of room to mingle and still have seats set up to watch. Some tables were going to be set up as well, since dinner was going to be served. The point was to have the school vote since the crowd loved them so much at Regionals. Richardson was looking for new ideas to take the Cardinals farther, and the showcase was open to any type of performance. He decided it was time for the Cardinals to take steps forward and expand their talents by being open to everything.

The members were excited for this, but that meant it would be even harder for them to come up with an idea. It was almost too broad of a category, and it was difficult to narrow down the options. Gemma especially was at a loss. There was a lot that she wanted to do, but she finally settled on singing a song. Now, the only obstacle was finding the right one.


I own nothing, and the song is Baby Blue Eyes by A Rocket To The Moon :)