Yay! Third chapter! The next chapter is the last chapter with massive backstory, I promise.
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or Little White Lie.
The entirety of the McKinley Glee Club, minus Brittany, was staring at Toby in complete and utter shock. He had just gotten finished recounting everything he had already explained to Kurt. There had been a few swears, many scandalized looks (mostly from Rachel and Quinn), and quite a few gasps of shock from the group as a whole. All in all, Toby and Kurt considered them to be taking it well.
Mr. Shuester wasn't in the room at the present time because, after welcoming Kurt and 'Blaine' back, he had left to talk to Figgins about something or another; no one had really been paying attention to him when he had left, as per usual.
"Whoa, dude, way to just throw that at us," Finn said, still slightly awestruck at the overwhelming amount of information the guy formerly known as Blaine had just presented them with. Everyone nodded in agreement, eyeing Toby warily.
"Why would you need to go by a false name?" Rachel demanded. Her eyes lit up with realization, an angry spark illuminating their dark color. She jumped to her feet, an accusing finger pointed at Toby. "Spy!"
Santana rolled her eyes, jerking Rachel back into her seat. "Didn't he just say that they don't have glee where he's from?"
"I'm not really surprised," Brittany spoke up. Everyone turned to look at her in shock. "You never really looked like a Blaine to me, mostly because you never wore yellow. You remind me more of the little boy that killed the barber at the end of that one movie with all the singing and blood."
"Oh…kay," Toby smiled a little at Brittany's explanation (he found her off-the-wall comments incredibly endearing), whereas everyone else was either shaking their heads or staring at the blond, slightly befuddled at her reasoning: Nothing out of the ordinary.
"So, wait," Sam said, brushing his hair out of his face. "Does Mr. Schue know that your name isn't really Blaine Anderson?"
Toby nodded. "All of the teachers know my name isn't Blaine because when I transferred here from Dalton, my parents conferenced with them, explaining the situation. They don't know the whole story though."
"Speaking of the whole story," Kurt said, taking a seat near the front, beside Brittany and Artie, who had his wheelchair parked in front of Brittany's chair. "Since we have everyone else caught up to speed, why don't you finish the story?"
"Fair enough," Toby agreed. "Well, where I left off, Sami had started writing a love song about herself. When I asked her why, she said she felt like no guy would ever write something like that for her, so she did it herself."
"Sounds like something Rachel would do," Quinn muttered under her breath, earning a glare from Rachel and Finn.
"Anyway, so, the next day, I couldn't get the song 'Sami' out of my head. I was at home, playing the song on my guitar, trying to figure out how to end it. I felt like she didn't need to write that song for herself, that she needed to know that someone else thought she was beautiful and important enough to have a song written about her. Well, while I was playing it, Tanya walked in."
"Wait, how'd she get in your house?" Mercedes asked, raising an eyebrow in confusion."
"I'm still not really sure," Toby admitted. "I had the front door locked, so I have this theory she stole my key from me one day and had a copy made, but I never found out if it was true or not."
"Crazy bitch is crazy," Puck offered with a smirk. Artie nodded in agreement.
"Well," Toby continued. "Tanya got really upset and ran out of my house, yelling at me to stay away from her."
"Well, can you blame her?" Tina inquired from her place next to Mike. "You were singing a song about another girl while you were dating her. Regardless of your intentions, you shouldn't have been doing that."
Toby shrugged. "I know. But it's not like I just expected Tanya to randomly burst in my house, which is supposed to be a haven of sorts."
"He has a point," Mike agreed.
"So, the next day, we had practice. By this point, Little White Lie was made up of Sami, Duder, this guy named Jim Povolo, and myself."
"Wait, who's Jim?" Artie asked. "You didn't mention him earlier."
"He plays drums in the band," Toby answered patiently. "He joined, like, a day before I did. He's, like, monstrously huge. He's taller than Finn."
"No way," Santana scoffed. "No one's taller than Frankenteen."
"Whatever," Toby said. "So, we were in Duder's garage, waiting on Sami. Well, when she showed up, she told us she had a new addition to the band; a back-up vocalist. Then Tanya came in, carrying a plate of 'Welcome Tanya' cookies."
"Wait," Quinn interrupted. "I thought you said Tanya and Sami hated each other."
"They do," Toby sighed. "But, for whatever reason, Sami let her into the band; apparently deluded into thinking she was going to be a great addition. What Sami didn't realize, though, was that Tanya couldn't sing. So, in three days before the recording session Duder had managed to get set up Nigel Waters, the owner of this incredibly popular record store in Arborland, Sami managed to teach Tanya how to sing. The recording session went amazingly."
Right at that moment, Mr. Schuester walked back in. Toby quickly took a seat in the chair next to Kurt as their teacher started talking. "Alright guys," Schue called, handing out forms to each of the members of the club. "These are permission slips. I got a call from the manager of a newly formed glee club. He had seen some of our performances online and wanted to know if we could go out to their school and help them get started up; you know, get a feel for what glee club is really like."
"But, Mr. Schuester!" Rachel protested. "If this school is in our district, we'd be putting ourselves at a disadvan-"
"Rachel." Mr. Schue cut her off. "They're not in our district, so relax. We leave Wednesday, so make sure you have these forms back tomorrow, signed by your parent or guardian, alright? We're going to be gone for three to five days, so make sure you pack everything you're going to need. Now, the school is a little over a two hour drive from here, so we're going to meet here at six Wednesday morning and head out, alright?"
"Where exactly are we going?" Finn asked. Mr. Schuester grinned, walking over to the board, picking up a marker and writing their destination. He stepped back, letting all of them take in what in had written. Everyone turned to look at Toby, whose eyes were as wide as they could get, his mouth hanging slightly agape in shock as he read the words Arborland, Michigan.