Hi, I'm so sorry for the delay. But, since my last update, I kind of detached from the fandom and finished my first year of college. Whoo! Just three more years to go. Anyway, the ninth season premiere for SYTYCD was on tonight, so naturally it reminded me of this. I will do my absolute best to make sure that I update on a more regular basis. Thank you for your patience.
Blaine's Audition: /watch?v=j2A6r61EGF4
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee, or SYTYCD.
Blaine's audition was pushed back one whole week because of the late okay from his doctor to begin active dance classes, instead of Kurt's light lessons. Either way, it meant that today was his performance day. He'd been practicing nonstop for nearly two weeks with several lessons under Kurt's guidance. Despite Kurt starting up with the new semester, he still made time on two school nights to help Blaine learn the routine.
"Can't you just show me what it's supposed to look like?" Blaine exasperatedly said after learning what he hoped was at least half of his audition piece. He shouldn't have been the one whining because Kurt offered a lesson the Tuesday back to school, which meant he woke up at the crack of dawn, danced all day, had Glee rehearsal, and then selflessly gave time away to Blaine.
"No," Kurt simply said, replaying the music to the part that Blaine was struggling with, "I don't want you to be copying my style, since you have to form you own. Besides, I gave you homework to watch some videos of this move. Did you?"
"I did, but it's just easier to watch a video of someone dancing than it is to do it," Blaine said, defeated. He nodded for Kurt to press play and began to try these crazy leg movements one more time. He even put his all into the little 'butt shimmy', before doing a set of Chaîné turns across the floor. He went into more of those crazy legs, then did Chaîné turns to center stage. He did a final spin and boom, that was his dance.
"It was better," Kurt offered half a piece of praise because he knew that Blaine could clean it up, "It's thirty seconds to show Figgins and Sue everything that you've got, so take it again from the beginning without the music. I'll help walk you through the messy parts."
Blaine walked back so he was almost standing on the rubber mats on Finn's side of the basement. Kurt began the counts 5-6-5-6-7-8 and 1 as Blaine began the few fast steps with something that Kurt called a personality face. He ducked under a portable ballet bar that Kurt promised would be on the stage. He was doing well until the pirouettes.
"Stop," Kurt called out, after Blaine's second spin around, "You need to remember to spot. And, don't forget that if you need more momentum to push off the ground with you right foot to get you around."
Blaine nodded with the corrections and began applying them to his turns. He somehow managed to stay in high relevé without much of a wobble as he spun around and around. It took multiple times for Kurt to finally accept that Blaine's walk across the stage wasn't as sassy as he was hoping for. Blaine finished the routine with a few comments about staying on point with the beats.
"Now with the music," Kurt said, poising his finger on the play button on the iHome dock. Blaine trudged to the back corner where he started his dance.
"How many more times am I going to run this?" Blaine asked as his voice went embarrassingly whiney. He flushed once he realized that he sounded like a bratty child.
"Until you have it marked, then you need to practice it until you can do it in your sleep, and I expect it to look perfect on Saturday so on audition day you'll be confident," Kurt happily said, "I mean it out of love. Now, remember your counts until your first move."
Kurt pressed play on the song that would haunt his every moment until Audition Day.
In a way, Blaine was glad that Kurt pushed him so hard, or else he knew that he'd end up freezing out there like a deer in headlights. It was something that he wanted to avoid, even if Vice Principle Sylvester mentioned something about the audition being a technicality. Regardless of her words, it was still a first impression and first impressions are important.
"Psst," Blaine heard a fly buzzing uncomfortably in his ear. He aimlessly swatted the air as he ran through the routine in tiny motions in the left wing, "Psssssst. Blaine."
"What?" Blaine asked the darkness of backstage, where he had been stretching for the past fifteen minutes. He noticed nobody here before.
"I just wanted to wish you good luck," Kurt said, coming around the one wing to face him.
"Thank you," Blaine blushed the slightest bit as Kurt leaned in for a hug.
The lights on the stage flicked on, "Blaine Anderson, audition with Reet Petite."
"Break a leg," Kurt said, as Blaine nervously shuffled onto the stage. He hit his pose, giving a solid nod, as the music began to swell through the auditorium. The rest of the world dropped away as he fluidly flew through the motions that Kurt had broken into him.
"Ooh, ahh, ooh, ahh, ohh, wee," Jackie Wilson's voice crooned, as Blaine did his pirouettes. He used his working right leg to balance himself out and keep the momentum going, just like Kurt suggested in his basement. But, on the last two pirouettes, he managed to keep his balance on his left relevé.
"She's so," Blaine began his so-called sassy walk across the stage with a shimmy on each, "fi-yi-yi-yi-yi-ine."
Blaine was doing those crazy leg movements without a care in the world, since he had nothing to lose at this point. He even managed to shake his ass in a comical way that didn't make him feel as embarrassed as it had when he was just practicing in Kurt's basement. Then, he took off with his Chaîné turns. It was definitely less graceful than Kurt's, but he had improved much since his first attempt at Chaînés.
The jerky leg movements were repeated, along with another set of Chaîné turns to the back center stage. Instead of doing a simply turn and ending his routine, he took creative liberty to change the ending. He plopped down into a split and the momentum was enough to propel himself back up to stand. Blaine then rolled his body up ala Kurt in Single Ladies and called it a dance. It was something he'd seen while doing video dance homework for Kurt and worked it to his advantage, he hoped.
"Thank you, Blaine," Principal Figgins said into a microphone that projected his voice all around the auditorium, "Please see me in my office."
With that being said, Blaine bounded off the stage with an adrenaline rush that hit him about two eight counts into the dance. Once he was off the stage, the stage lights were turned off. He walked into the wing where he had left Kurt.
"How did I do?" Blaine asked Kurt with a bit of a shaky tone because he went off and changed the ending.
"You should have told me about the ending change," Kurt shortly said, "But, I think you did amazing. You learned more in two weeks than Finn learned in three years here."
"Really?" Blaine bashfully asked because he wasn't used to praise being poured on him, as Kurt nodded with a reassuring smile, "Well, I'd better go see Figgins."
"I'm sure it's to hand you your McKinley schedule," Kurt said with a bright smile that was full of hope, "And, I would walk you to his office, but I really need to get back to class."
"I can walk there by myself; I'm a big boy," Blaine joked with an airy laugh, "But, thank you for coming here."
"I just know how nerve wracking it can be," Kurt said, as the two of them walked from the left wing into the backstage area. Kurt led them deftly through the large space, while Blaine followed in silence.
"I'll let you get back to class," Blaine said, as Kurt located the backstage door that opened into a small back hallway.
"And back to the Industrial Revolution," Kurt groaned with an eye roll, "Figgins office is that way" – Kurt pointed in the opposite direction of where he started walking backwards to – "It's hard to miss, but if you get lost, just text me and I can miss more class."
"I'll text you about my meeting with Figgins," Blaine called over his shoulder as they parted ways.
"I can't wait to compare schedules," Kurt laughed, "Bye Blaine, good luck!"
Blaine turned the corner and followed the signs that said 'Main Offices' with a directing arrow. He soon found himself passing the deserted cafeteria and arriving in front of Figgins secretary who didn't even look up, before directed him to enter the office. He pulled open the door and found his mother waiting inside for him with his peacoat draped over the other visitor chair.
"Your mother and I have already filled out all the necessary paperwork," Principal Figgins said, before shoving a stack of papers over at him with red tabs hanging off the edges, "I just need your signature in a few places and we can get you into classes next week."
Blaine beamed at the news as he began signing his name in neat cursive wherever the red arrows marked. He may have just signed over his precious Jeep for all he knew. He handed the pen and papers back to Principal Figgins.
"Welcome to McKinley Dance Academy, Blaine," Principal Figgins said with a smile, "You can pick up your schedule on Monday, before heading out to your classes."
"Thank you so much," Blaine gushed, before adding an almost silent 'sir' at the end. He shook hands with Figgins and then walked out of the main offices.
'Guess who is McKinley's newest addition' Blaine sent to Kurt as he walked out of his new school with his mom walking close behind. He tugged on his peacoat as his mom caught up with him already dressed for the cold weather.
"I'm so proud of you, sweetie," Ella said, giving Blaine a short side hug as they walked into the main vestibule. Ella released her son as his phone vibrated.
'I told you so!' Kurt sent with a happy little smiley face at the end. It made Blaine smile as he walked into the cold with his mom. McKinley was going to change everything that Hamilton had somehow messed up.
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