Unconventional Chapter 12: Thats The Truth, a toy story fanfic

Chapter Twelve – That's The Truth

Song used is 'That's the Truth' by McFly. I don't own copyright, yada yada.

Btw, sorry for the short(ish) chapter. I haven't been feeling very well today but I half wrote this last night and wanted to get it finished. It's a chapter and a song I have had in my head for months, and I wanted to write it SO badly!

Blaine silently walked across the enormous area that made up the performance and viewing space of the drama convention room, heading for the seats on the far side.

Climbing through the slats in the seats, he eventually got to the hole in the wall, and glancing around to make sure he hadn't been watched or followed, disappeared from sight.

He didn't see the blonde doll on the far side of the room, who was also creeping through the pitch black room in the same direction.

Rochelle was tired. She thought she saw figures moving in the room, but deduced it was probably her over active imagination playing tricks on her.

She moved as quietly as possible, reaching the seating area and trying to get her bearings for where the gap in the wall should be.

She began to pick her way down an aisle, figuring it would be easier. The hole had to be on one of the back walls. She'd find it eventually, she was sure. Operation Find Guitar would not fail, she vowed to herself.

In the toy convention space, Blaine walked across to the stage area. He didn't know what was drawing him towards the front of the room or the performing space. He stood in front of the stage, running his hand over the wooden floorboards, letting out a little sigh.

Looking around at the dark room, he shrugged to himself before making his way up. No one was going to berate him from seeing what the place looked like from a different point of view.

Scaling the stairs, he glanced out in front of him. The room stretched a fair way back, but it was impossible to make out the very back of the room where he had entered without really straining his eyes. There was a small light coming from backstage, Blaine noticed, as he turned.

Something glimmered in the light as he moved towards the lamp to switch it off, and he noticed next to the little folding table that held the lamp, was a guitar.

It warmed his heart….it was his guitar, and the one Summer had pinched to play riffs for Rochelle's upbeat song back in the playroom. His heart twisted into a knot, remembering how the girls had left him out so much the last couple of days.

Picking it up, he looped the strap over his neck, fingering the strings as he stepped back out onto the stage. He glanced up, wondering what it would be like to play for a crowd. He was homesick for his music suddenly….and that was when he noticed the microphone stuck into the microphone stand, near the front of the stage.

Rochelle lowered her head, curling her tallish frame into the hole that separated the main room from the toy convention area. She'd found the entrance at last, and it had only taken her a little longer than she'd anticipated.

In the pitch dark of the toy convention room, she was suddenly aware of a presence not too far from her. She was about to scream for fear of it being a ghost when the figure stepped forward.

Fingers strummed a guitar, a soft lilting melody protruding into the room. Rochelle hung back, realising who it was.

The tune slipped out of the guitar, one of his favourites he played all the time when he was warming up. The vocals filtered through his brain, as Blaine stepped towards the microphone stand a little closer, and began to sing, his husky voice spilling over into the silence of the room

I feel like I've been put on trial with you,
I know that something's wrong and I'm the one accused
When the verdict's in, it's us who's gonna lose
I can't wait for you to finally hear the truth
'Cos i shouldn't have to plead my case, so much love to save.

Blaine was gripped suddenly by a lost passion - the music overtook him, and he was belting out the words in time to the strumming of his guitar, changing chords fluently.

If you listen to the things that your friends say, you're gonna be lonely
How can you treat me like that when I give my all to you
'Cos I haven't been messing around
I would never go out and do the things you don't want me to do
'Cos I can tell you right now that you'll never find the evidence on me
That's the truth, oh, oh, oh, yeah, that's the truth

Taking it down a octave, Blaine continued to sing, his playing softer and his voice lower again. He was up close to the microphone now, his words echoing in the silence of the room.

I need a lawyer just to talk 'cos they're telling you what to say.
They wish they had what we have and it's jealousy that's in the way.
'Cos I can't sit round and watch them build a case.
There's no saving us now I'm just doing this to clear my name.
'Cos i shouldn't have to plead my case, so much love to save.

Going back to the chorus, he found the strength in his voice to burst the lyrics out all over again, his guitar playing also becoming stronger with each strum of the strings.

If you listen to the things that your friends say, you're gonna be lonely.
How can you treat me like that when I give my all to you.
'Cos I haven't been messing around
I would never go out and do the things you don't want me to do
'Cos I can tell you right now that you'll never find the evidence on me
That's the truth, oh, oh, oh, yeah, that's the truth

His fingers worked the strings over and over for a short instrumental interlude, the pretty sound reverberating around the room like his singing voice had done. It might have sounded wrong for a such a strong male toy to make such sounds come from a instrument, but Blaine was past caring.

He wanted someone to notice him. Why had he been cast aside? It made no sense. The next set of lyrics occurred to him and his voice grew and resonated with the next line.

'Cos i shouldn't have to prove my case, so much love to save, save, save, save, save!

His fingers stroked the strings lovingly on the guitar, blasting out the final chorus, his soul feeling peaceful now he'd been able to vocalise himself. It didn't matter it was just a song. Music was what he thrived on. Yes, music would be his companion now. Band or no band.

Knowing his time with the song was done, Blaine turned away from the microphone, a satisfied look on his face, continuing to strum some further notes on his instrument as he strolled offstage to put the guitar back where Summer had evidently left it.

He had absolutely no idea - as he turned off the light and left the toy convention room - that not too far away from him, hidden in the shadows, was Rochelle.