Author's Note:

Hello!
There were a lot Exams this week, so I couldn't find the time for more updates...

In case you haven't noticed: There are only three chapters left O.O
After this one, there will be the two final chapters and... I feel weird... How did it come this far? Also, thank you guys for supporting this story as much as you did, all your comments and kudos and... It really makes me happy!

Now, I hope you'll all enjoy the chapter ^^

Outside of the room, it was quiet at first, because the boys were all trying to hear what was going on inside the choir room. So they stood as close to the door as possible, pressing their ears agains the thick wood. Only Peter stood a few feet away, watching them with an amused expression.

"I can't even hear a word! It's like they're not even talking at all." Maxim said disappointed."

Blaine stepped back from the door. "Do you think they use sign language?"

"Possible."

Peter scoffed.

"Don't you want to hear what they are saying?" Maxim asked. He was a bit annoyed by how nonchalant the other guy acted. Peter only shrugged.

"Guys. This is a choir room at Dalton, specially made for a ton of boys singing. That room is soundproof. They could all scream in there and we wouldn't hear it."

"Oh", replied Blaine and he stepped away from the door. "Yeah I guess you are right." He looked at Peter.

"You were really good by the way. You all were. Everyone of you would deserve to become a Warbler."

"Are you kidding?" Maxim said, "You absolutely killed it in there! Why would they take us if they could have you?"

Blaine didn't know how to answer to that. "Oh, wow, uh. Thanks."

After a few minutes of conversation, a boy named Trent ('Was his name Trent? I'm pretty sure that's him, yeah.') opened the door with a serious expression, and they could hear an intimidating humming coming from inside. When they entered the room, they realized that the melody came from all of the Warblers, who had moved and now stood in a circle-like formation, hands clasped behind their backs. Together with the humming it reminded Blaine of a military group preparing for battle. Like an upcoming storm.'Like the Doctor...'

In the middle stood Kevin and the other two head Warblers. Blaine remembered that one of them was called Logan, but he didn't remember the others name.
The further they stepped into the circle, the louder the humming became, and Blaine realized that it seemed to be a repeating melody.

"Maxim." Kevin began, and the boy stepped forward. The humming continued in the background. "Your audition was very good, your voice has a very nice sound to it. It wasn't worse than your first audition, but you haven't improved either. You didn't hold all the notes until the end, which wouldn't be a problem, we could work on that. But we told you last time that it wasn't enough, and you didn't step up your game. We had hoped you'd improve. Please leave now. You are welcome to try again next year."

For a moment, Maxim looked like he wanted to protest, but then he just huffed out a breath and turned around to leave.

After the door closed behind him, Kevin continued. "Oliver, you know that I am a big fan of your voice, as are the others. The reason that we didn't make you a Warbler last time was because you lacked variety in your vocal range. You have today proven that in fact, you have a great variety and could keep up with us perfectly. If you accept to be a Warbler, as your first official act as one, please join the humming."

The boy nodded enthusiastically, stood beside a blond boy, and seconds later you could hear a new voice joining in harmonically.

"Peter. Your voice is very nice, no doubt there. Still, there were a few times during your number when you didn't hit the right note, and we're all not sure if we'd harmonize. Please leave. You can try again next year."

Peter gave a nod, turned around and left the room.'Oh god, it's my turn now, isn't it? Oh god... What will I do when they tell me I'm too bad? I should have just done a Katy Perry number... Oh god...'

"Blaine. You are the last one, because you are here due to different circumstances. We've never heard you sing before - we know the others, we know their strenghts and weaknesses, as well as we know them on a personal basis. We only heard you sing once."

'Oh god, that doesn't sound good. At all...'

"That one time you sang though, you managed to impress us all. We decided to take you in. As an acceptance and first act as a Warbler, please join the humming."

About three weeks after Blaine had joined the Warblers, Regionals took place, and Blaine was as happy as he had ever been. Dalton Academy was the best thing that had ever happened to him - He had made great friends here, he had his own canary (her name was Franziska) and he was able to join the boxing club as the time commitment wouldn't interfere with practising for Regionals (and Nationals, as the others were sure they were going to make it). While it was a bit exhausting, it made him unbelievably happy. He suddenly found a lot of time to make Devon videos - not just song covers as before, he often just sat in front of his camera to say hi to his fans, he had made a 'room tour' and showed them his 'bedroom', and had already made two Q&A's over the last two weeks. Also, he had visited Wes and David's meet n' greet as Devon and gained a lot of new fans.
His best friends had been more than happy for him, and promptly decided to do a song on stage with him.

School was hard, the teachers here took their students' education seriously, but Blaine always paid attention and was not exactly what you'd call stupid, so it was alright with him. Well, more than alright. The boy loved learning new things, and he enjoyed going to class and actually felt like he was encouraged to learn. The teachers here weren't annoyed by his questions, they were almost eager to answer them, and the students didn't make fun of him for it. The only subject he had problems in was French. When he had told his teacher what he had learned at McKinley to this point, he had been shocked. Apparently Blaine was one and a half years behind this class, but he got a lot of help from the other students, so he would hopefully catch up soon.
He also saw his mother twice a week - she came to Westerville every Wednesday, the only day without Warbler practise in the afternoon, and he drove to Lima on either Saturday or Sunday. All in all, things were just great.

And today was the the day. Today, they would compete against two other show choirs.

'Today, we'll beat two other show choirs.' Blaine corrected himself. The Hipsters, who also were the hosts of Regionals, and the New Directions of course. Blaine was anxious, but sure that they'd beat the others. Tobias and Logan, the other head Warblers, had gone to an offical performance of The Hipsters and had assured them all that they were fun to look at but nothing special, and Blaine had seen the New Directions often enough to know that they weren't organized enough to beat them, great voices or not. Of course the club lived from improvisation, but it had been three weeks - how much could they have improved?

The thing that he was a bit afraid of was that his new friends would find out about his past. What when they thought he was a spy? And still loyal to his old choir?
When people had asked why he had transferred, he told them he had been bulied in his old school, and also that he had been in a show choir before, but not that it had been the New Directions. He was a bit nervous that it would come out today, but on the other side - he had made true friends here. They liked him, he liked them, so would they really think so? Would they suspect him to be a liar?
He had always made it clear that it made him uncomfortable talking about his old school. And the Warblers were all pretty understanding about it. Well, seeing as how Nick and Jeff were playing hide and seek in their bus right now, it was hard to believe that they were usually acting mature. But they... weren't your typical high school boys either. They understood when Blaine said he wasn't comfortable with speaking about his old school, and they had the same attitude towards other students that had traumatic events in their past. No one had made fun of Brian when the boy had screamed at a dog because he had been attacked by one. The week before, Logan had brought a horror movie, and when Jonny had tried to leave because he was afraid of horror movies, they had watched Harry Potter. Blaine had never felt so safe before. Like this was where he belonged. Like he was accepted.

Half an hour before they were supposed to arrive, the bus stopped along the side of the road.'Is something wrong with the bus? We just stopped fifteen minutes ago...'

"Why are we stopping? This can't be the theatre." asked Johnny, who was sitting next to Blaine. The boy was nice, and he was a junior, like Blaine.

"I don't know."

"Kevin, what's with the stop?" Phillip, a senior, shouted from the back of the bus.
Trent looked over to Jeff with a grumpy expression. "I swear, if he has to pee again, I'm gonna kill him."

"Hey, my bladder is fine, thank you.", The guy shot back. They were in a kind-of-fight because Jeff had told Trent spoilers about Doctor Who the night before.

"Your gonna see soon." Kevin smiled. "Just stay here a moment." The boy got out of the bus, and everybody immediately got out of their seats to go to the left side of the bus so they would see what was happening. They didn't see much, though, because Kevin entered a small restaurant.

"Do you think he'll buy us some snacks?" Johnny asked, his eyes growing large .

"Nah," Blaine answered, "we brought enough. I wonder what -"

And then all of the sudden, everyone was screaming.

"What? What is happening?" Blaine asked through the panic, trying his best to stay calm. But when Blaine looked out of the window, he understood.

Author's Note:

It's a Cliffhanger, isn't it?