Blaine froze, the words still coming out of his mouth, but he was just standing, staring at David. David was still on the ground. The other Warblers had continued, leaving him on the middle of the stage. Blaine spun around, breaking choreography – he could practically feel Hunter's eyes burning him with a fierce glare – and ran back to David.
He could see the sweat glistening on David's forehead, and how pale he was. His ankle didn't look terrible – maybe a sprain?
"Tonight let's get some and live while we're young!" he sang, pulling David on his feet and clasping him on the shoulder, trying to make it look like that was meant to happen.
"Wanna live while we're young," Blaine sang, fake-pushing David in line with the others. He stepped gingerly on his ankle, clearly in pain, but he wasn't hurt badly. Blaine also began doing the correct choreography.
They could still do this.
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"Oh my god!" Kurt exclaimed, watching as David collapsed on stage. He saw Blaine falter but keep singing. Horrified, Kurt saw that the other Warblers were ignoring David, who hadn't stood yet.
He saw that Trent – whom he firmly believed was the nicest of the Warblers (other than Blaine, who belonged with the New Directions) – glance at David and falter, as if he was going to help.
A glare from Sebastian obviously stopped him.
Then Blaine, turned, smoothly, as if it was not breaking choreography, and pulled David to his feet. He clasped him on the shoulder and pushed him into line with the other Warblers.
It almost looked like they meant to do it.
The rest of the song went flawlessly, despite the fact that David had been limping slightly.
"And live while we're young," Blaine finished, smiling widely.
They exited the stage, and Kurt breathed in deeply.
"That was still good," he said quietly.
"It almost looked like they meant for David to fall."
"They could still win," Kurt said. He wasn't sure who he wanted to win. On one hand, he wanted Blaine to get into a good college, and he would need a win at least at Regionals to do that.
On the other, maybe if New Directions won, then he would transfer back to McKinley.
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Tina gasped as David fell.
"He didn't take the steroids," she heard one of her teammates whisper harshly.
"Are they just going leave him there?" Sam protested. Then Blaine turned and pulled him up. He clasped his shoulder, and Tina was shocked that it seemed almost like they had meant to do it. Blaine pushed David into line with the other Warblers, and they continued as if nothing had happened.
"That didn't look that bad," Tina said to Sam. He nodded.
"It was timed surprisingly well. With Blaine pulling him up while he sang and everything."
"They could definitely still win."
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Blaine finished, breathing heavily in the ecstasy of performing. Even with David's fall, they had done well.
His fall could – maybe – be taken as almost symbolic. They were living while they're young, even though they fall down sometimes.
Their friends help them get back up.
Okay, that was a bit of a stretch, but the judges were, as always, insane and weren't paid enough to really care, so anything could happen.
As soon as they left the stage, Hunter turned on them. David was lead away to have his ankle checked out. Blaine looked at him as he limped away dejectedly.
"This is your fault," Hunter snarled, getting close - too close – to Blaine as he looked back at Hunter.
Blaine held his hands up, trying to get Hunter to back off a bit.
"We still did well," he protested. "We have a chance."
"Lay off Blaine, Hunter," Trent said quietly. Blaine – despite having Hunter in his face – felt a flash of amusement. Trent was terrible at confronting anyone. He was too nice for it.
"We don't have a chance!" Hunter shouted. "We're done, and even if you can go back to your public school and sing about being friends and accepting everyone, the rest of us can't."
"This isn't my fault," Blaine protested, taking a step back.
"They," Hunter motioned towards David and Trent. "Would have taken the – it - if you hadn't protested and offered to learn it without them!"
"I did what was right!" Blaine spat, getting angry. "I didn't cheat."
"I wouldn't have taken them anyway," Trent said, trying to break Hunter and Blaine apart. Both ignored him.
"Hunter, we worked hard, and we did the best we could. It's over, and we can't change it," Blaine said.
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Kurt stood suddenly.
"Come on, I want to go see Blaine before the New Directions go on." Rachel stood, too.
"There's another group performing before them, so we'll have enough time," she said. "Are we just going to sneak backstage?"
"Yep," he said, already exiting the audience.
Rachel followed, looking around carefully. Of course, there was no security because no one really cared about show choir.
They walked backstage and immediately saw a large group of blazers.
"We don't have a chance!" Kurt heard someone shout – a Warbler, assumedly. "We're done, and even if you can go back to your public school and sing about being friends and accepting everyone, the rest of us can't."
"This isn't my fault," Kurt heard Blaine protest. Even in their current situation, Kurt felt a sad pang in his heart as he heard Blaine's voice.
"They," the first voice spoke again. "Would have taken the – it - if you hadn't protested and offered to learn it without them!"
Kurt heard the Warbler – perhaps Hunter, the leader - barely refrain from shouting about the drugs in his anger. Rachel gasped.
"I did what was right!" Blaine spat. "I didn't cheat." Kurt winced at his ex-boyfriend's anger. He sounded furious. He and Rachel snuck around, to try and see Blaine and Hunter.
Kurt saw that Hunter was ridiculously close to Blaine, and Blaine was clenching his fists. Kurt felt his breath catch as he saw Blaine for the first time in too long. He looked the same, but he was so different.
Kurt had never thought he'd see Blaine in a Dalton blazer again. It was almost painful to register it.
The blazer made him feel as though he was having some weird flashback to his junior year and the craziness back then.
Not that the current times weren't just as or even crazier.
"I wouldn't have taken them anyway," Trent said, trying to step between Blaine and Hunter. It didn't work.
"Hunter, we worked hard, and we did the best we could. It's over, and we can't change it," Blaine said. Kurt smiled; Blaine was still so composed, even as angry as he was.
His calm words seemed to make Hunter even angrier, but he paused for a moment. Kurt waited for the inevitable retort, hoping it wouldn't be too bad for Blaine.
He couldn't believe that no one but Trent was standing up for Blaine.
Not that Trent was doing much anyway.
Kurt glanced around the other Warblers. Nick, Jeff, Thad, Sebastian… Well, with Sebastian it wasn't surprising, but he couldn't believe that the others weren't standing up for him.
Did winning really mean that much to them?
There was a loud, sharp sound, and Kurt whipped his eyes back to Sebastian and Blaine. Blaine was on the ground, a hand held up to his cheek, eyes shocked.
"Oh my god, Blaine!" Trent said, crouching beside him. Hunter sneered and turned, walking away. To Kurt's disgust, the other Warblers – not including Trent – followed him, some not even glancing at Blaine.
"Blaine," Kurt cried, running over. He crouched down beside Trent as Blaine's eyes found his.
Slowly, he took his hand from his cheek, using it instead to reach out and touch Kurt's shoulder, as if he wasn't real.
"Kurt?" he whispered. Kurt felt a warm tingle fly through his body at the touch.
"Blaine," he said quietly. "Are you okay?" His eyes found Blaine's cheek, and the hand – shaped red mark. To his shock, Blaine laughed, hysterical and sarcastic.
"Of course," he said, loudly. "I've just had more people turn their backs on me, and I'm currently surrounded by people who hate me because I'm an idiot!"
"Blaine!" Kurt protested, drowning out Trent's protests. "I don't hate you. As much as I tried to, I never did."
"Why?" Blaine said. "I'm so stupid. I thought I could find a home with the people who accepted me and just made a mistake when they hurt me because it was all Sebastian's fault, and they didn't know. And I'm sure they're laughing because once again, they've left me completely alone."
"You aren't alone, Blaine," Trent said. "You have David and I, and the New Directions. You helped us be in the Warblers but stay true to ourselves, too."
"Yeah, because that turned out well," Blaine scoffed. He stood up again, but Trent stopped him from walking away.
"It did. You made that mistake look almost intentional on stage. We still have a chance."
"Hunter doesn't think so," Blaine said bitterly, motioning pointedly to his cheek.
"Who cares what Hunter thinks? Come on, I'm sure the New Directions are performing soon, and I definitely want to see that."
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Hey guys! So, what did you think? Did Blaine cover up the fall enough for them to have a chance?
Kurt and Blaine we reunited! Yay! But what about Sam? The New Directions perform next chapter!
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