A/N: I'm not sure if anyone is reading this really, cause I didn't get any reviews since the first chapter...so I'll just post away.
Hope you like it :)
Wes and David were running late.
Not only did both their clubs (fencing and improve theatre) start late, they both were asked to stay later by their instructors. They could be handful, everyone knew that, but they were respected and well liked students that were always absolutely engaged with whatever they were doing.
This also meant that they were the first to be asked for favors by teachers and their peers. Usually they didn't mind, but today they both arrived flustered and breathless at David's room.
"Oh man… I'm so sorry. I had to stay late. There's this school tournament thing…"
Wes started but was interrupted halfway through his sentence by David.
"I'm sorry too. We ran late …again. It's kinda starting to become the norm. So much for our talk."
"Well let's see if he's even here and then we'll decide if we have to search through every corner of Dalton."
When David opened the door and was greeted by darkness he sighed, thinking how not fun it would be to have to look for Blaine while also trying not to get caught. But Wes lightly touched his arm and gestured towards the other side of the room, where a huddled form breathed evenly into the darkness.
"Guess we were a bit late… and also worried for no reason. At least he's sleeping and we don't have to drag his sorry ass out of the library." Wes whispered and added "Good night dude. See you both in the morning."
With that the door closed and David got ready for bed, trying to be as quiet as humanly possible. Once he got settled he glanced over to Blaine again and turned off his nightlight.
David was confused. Somehow he found himself n this odd state between sleep and being awake and tried desperately to just fall back to sleep to finish that awesome dream he had. But there was this annoying clicking sound that just would not stop. Trying to decide how he knew where it was coming from didn't loll him back to sleep, but woke him up instead.
He opened his eyes slowly and was surprised to see a faint bluish glow from across the room. Turning his head slowly, he saw Blaine sitting at his desk typing away on his computer on which he had turned down the brightness as far as possible, so he wouldn't disturb his roommate, for sure straining his eyes instead.
"Well thanks for that" David thought to himself. He considered how to approach his friend but decided for the blunt way since it was… freaking 4 AM!
"Blaine! What are you doing up?" David noticed, just a little satisfied, how he had startled him.
"I...uh... I'm sorry. I'll be quiet. Go back to sleep."
"What the hell are you doing on your computer at four in the morning?"
"There was just… some stuff… I had to finish. I'm sorry for waking you. I didn't mean to. Really… I… well I'm done for now."
He turned off his computer, which made it impossible for David to continue glaring at Blaine. He heard him settling in his bed and the rustle of his blanket.
"Blaine…" he started a little calmer this time.
"It's ok. Just go back to sleep. I'm sorry."
Came the whispered reply from across the room.
David decided to let it go for now, since he could barely keep his eyes open. He fell asleep soon and wasn't woken up again until his alarm rang around 7:45. Blaine was already gone, he noticed with a worried sigh as he got ready for classes.
Blaine's day had started early. The few hours of sleep he had gotten after working on his calculus assignment didn't really do anything to help with his exhaustion and he realized that he was wrong when he had thought that because he went to bed so early it would be fine to get up early and do more work. His body had a different opinion it seemed and he literally had to drag himself out of bed.
Brushing his teeth was kinda hard, because his hand kept shaking. The bathroom was freezing, so he piled layers over layers until he was sure he wouldn't suffer from frostbite. He tried to be as quiet as possible, so to not wake up David again. He felt bad about last night. Should have gone to the library instead he thought while sneaking out of his room to meet up with Dylan and the others in the choir room.
The younger boys were already awaiting him eagerly. Before them, they had lots and lots of sheet music and they were smiling expectantly towards Blaine when he made it through the doors.
There goes my chance of them calming down … with all that paper they must have been planning this for ages! He thought to himself.
"Hey Blaine! Good Morning. Thank you sooo much again… really…we all really appreciate it. Of course we know, you didn't have to, since you're the lead vocalist and all that and we're just a bunch of newbies." Dylan kept rambling on.
"Calm down!" Blaine laughed.
"How about we just start with you showing me what you have so far and then we'll go from there."
The boys all started to talk at once, loving to be able to show their creative abilities to someone like Blaine. It took a while for him to get them in order and actually find out, that although they had tried, none of their arrangements would work.
None of them had ever attempted to get something together for an acapella group as big as the Warblers and Blaine noticed how disappointed they started to get, as they saw their dream performance disappear in front of their eyes.
"Now, now… it's nothing we can't fix. It'll just take a while. But it'll be alright. We'll get it done before the competition.
Let's see… we'll do the beginning together and then, once you get the hang of it, you do the rest in teams."
Everyone agreed and they kept working on their song until it was time for breakfast.
Just as Blaine was about to leave the room David entered and closed the door behind him.
"I need to talk to you."
"Look David, I'm sorry about last night and it…"
"Not right now. I need to talk to you later. Actually Wes and I both do. And you are going to make time for us. We don't have practice tonight, so I expect to see you in our room at 3:30. Ok?"
"Seriously, aren't you..." Blaine started to disagree.
"3:30. You will be there."
"Yeah. Alright. I will." He gave in, when he saw David's determined look.
"Great...then let's go have breakfast. I'm starving. "
David slung his arm around Blaine's shoulders and led him to get to the dining hall.
"Oh hey, I almost forgot. What about Jacques? Did you have to pick him up or something? Maybe draw a map for him?"
"Oh you're so funny. No – it's fine. I told him I'd meet him during breakfast and make sure to walk him to his classes.
"You could always just have him join our table. Who knows, maybe he is an awesome singer and want to audition for the Warblers."
"Nu uh! I will not have him join my only Jacques-free-zone. And you better make sure neither you nor Wes will either. You might have to suffer a slow and very painful death if you don't."
"Alright, alright. You got it. And there he is already – seemingly awaiting your arrival."
David pointed towards Jacques, who was sitting by himself in a corner, avoiding everyone around him with an arrogant smirk.
"Awesome... just great. And here I thought he might have made some friends or something."
David gave Blaine an encouraging squeeze on the shoulder and watched him trot towards the other boy. Deciding he couldn't do anything for now, he joined the others at their usual table.