"You're going to join the WHAT?" asked Wes once more.
Blaine, Wes and Jeff were all sitting in the cafeteria during their lunch period. Blaine had just told his friends about auditioning for the school musical. If Blaine wanted to truly do this, he had to hurry up and get a move on. The auditions closed in two days.
"Relax," Blaine told his friend, "I haven't even auditioned yet. I might not get the role."
"This is new," Jeff said, looking down at his un-touched food, "I thought you hated performing in front of others."
"I...I thought I did," Blaine shifted in his chair. "I don't even know why I'm doing this. It just seemed like a good idea at the time."
"And who exactly did you agree too?" asked Wes.
Blaine nodded his head in the direction where Kurt Hummel was sitting, across the room. He was laughing loudly with his friend Blaine believed was named Brittany. Blaine smiled at them from afar.
"That Kurt Hummel kid?" asked Wes in disbelief. "But you never talk to him. Since when did he have the ability to change your mind?"
"Since now," Blaine shot back, a little pissed off. "He's not changing it, by the way. He simply suggested it, and I said yes. Is that a problem?"
"Not at all," Wes said, holding up his hands in defeat, "I'm just saying. Jeff and I have been trying to get you to sing in public for ages, and then this kid comes along and suddenly you're going for the lead in the school musical."
Blaine sighed. "I'm sorry, guys. Maybe I should have listened to you, but you should all know, after this, I'm not going to be performing again. Or at least, not for a while. This is just like... a one time thing."
After a few minutes of silence, only the sounds of teenagers chatting and laughing around them, Wes said, "Well Blaine, we're happy for you. And we know you're going to get that role!"
Blaine smiled, relieved. "Thanks."
"Just so you know," Jeff said, "You are aware that the glee club is the most unpopular club at school, not to mention the people in it, right?"
Blaine had not thought about that. "Well, yeah, but I mean, they can't all be that bad. There are some cheerio's and football players on it too. Besides," Blaine waved his hand, "It's not about popularity."
Jeff shrugged. "Whatever you say. I'm just warning you, try not to cry too much when a slushy as cold as Canada hits you right in the eye."
Blaine resented and feared the idea of being slushied. He'd seen some members of the glee club and the less-popular kids at McKinley being slushied a few times. He had to admit, it looked painful and he felt terrible for the victims, however he never expected to be slushied himself. Hopefully, he could skim by the musical without being noticed too much by the jocks of McKinley.
After lunch, Blaine said goodbye to his thankfully-supporting friends and headed to his next class. He decided that today after school, he would visit the glee club's rehearsal and audition. Hey, it was now or never, after all.
After Blaine's last class of the day, he immediately shoved his books back into his locker and headed down the hallway towards the ultimate lair which contained the glee club, where no other living student dared to enter in fear that they're status might vanish. But Blaine was more than ready. In fact, he was kind of excited about it.
When he finally made his way to the room, he saw that there were only four students were inside, along with . He looked at the people in the room, counting each of them in his head as he struggled to remember names.
Let's see, Blaine thought. Um, Tina...Rachel...Mercedes and Sam? Yeah. I think that's it.
Mr. Scheuster appeared to be choreographing a dance number that involved the four of them, because all of them were prancing around the room. Blaine had to admit, it looked pretty funny. He knocked on the already open door and bit his lip to keep from laughing.
immediately stopped and looked over. So did the rest of the students. Rachel raised her eyebrows, as if too make a comment, but Blaine cute her off.
"Hello," Blaine said, "I'm sorry to interrupt."
pulled the pencil out from behind his ear and spoke. "No need to apologize, Blaine. We were just rehearsing for the musical."
"I've noticed," Blaine said, gesturing to the rest of the group.
"Something you need?" asked , the students, panting as they took a seat in the risers.
"Yes, uh, actually," Blaine said, "I was wondering, has the role of Henry been cast for the musical yet?"
Everyone froze. Tina, Mercedes, Rachel and Sam turned their necks and stared at Blaine as if to ask a million questions.
"Not yet," said, looking at his students in the eye, his face practically screaming See? I told you someone would audition? I TOLD YOU!
"Well, great then. Because I was wondering if I could...try out for the part."
Rachel chocked on her water bottle, everyone else still caught of guard by some totally random guy who walked in and asked to be in the play.
"That'd be a great idea," said kindly. "When did you have in mind?"
"Right now, if that's okay. I'd rather get if over with now. Nerves, you know?"
More silent stares of awe and confusion.
"Of course," said. "And you have a song picked out?"
Blaine nodded. Rachel stood up from where she was sitting and cleared her throat.
"," Rachel boomed, "Forgive me, but you can't just let any random kid who comes up out of the blue to audition for the lead role in the play that we wrote. Er, you wrote. How is that fair to the rest of the New Directions boys? How is that fair to me? You know, I could easily pull off both of these roles you know, I could definitely be a male-"
"Just give me a change," Blaine interrupted, his voice sounding rather teasing than rude. "I'm sure you'll grow to love me."
Rachel huffed and sat down, clearly frustrated. clapped his hands together and politely asked the students to leave the room, even though they quickly shoved around the door and huddled in a circle right when the door closed.
"Stop pushing!" Tina hissed, shoving Rachel into Mercedes.
"Oh, hell NO!" Mercedes half whispered and half shouted.
"Shh!" Sam hushed. "Guys, shut up, I think I can hear them starting."
The glee club members pushed their ears up against the wooden door anxiously. The only sounds they could hear were a few mumblings and the sounds on piano keys clinking. After a while, however, they could hear faint laughter and a deep voice that did not belong do 's. The teens couldn't make out the song that Blaine Anderson appeared to be singing.
"He's not bad," said Mercedes.
"He's alright," Rachel snarled, rolling her eyes.
"Well, we do need him; after all," Sam cut in. "He's like, out only chances at making this work."
"Not too mention the only person who auditioned for the lead," Tina added.
After a few minutes of hushed whispers and shoving, the glee club member's hearts nearly jumped out of their throats when they heard the door click open. The immediately pretended to be occupied with something else, Sam clearing his throat and resting hear a locker, Rachel crossing her arms and Tina playing with Mercedes' hair. They all whistled and hummed off key. Blaine chuckled, closing the door.
"What are you guys doing?" asked Blaine.
"Hanging out," Sam said.
"You guys always hang out this close to the door?" Blaine asked, raising an eyebrow. He obviously knew that they had been spying on him, but Blaine didn't mind. He actually found it quite hilarious.
"So," Mercedes said, "Who are you, anyways?"
"Blaine. I've seen you guys around."
"Not that we're complaining, but why are you even here? You've never even talked to any of us before," Rachel said.
"Of course I have," Blaine said, "Didn't Kurt tell you about me?"
"No," said Tina, "Kurt got really sick earlier and he had to go home."
"Sick?" Blaine asked. Kurt had looked totally healthy just a few hours ago at lunch, smiling happily and laughing with his friends.
"Yeah," Rachel said, "He fainted earlier during math, and when he woke up, all he said to me was 'I have to go home right now.'"
Fainted? This shocked Blaine. Kurt always seemed to be so full of energy. Blaine started to worry a little for his newly-made friend. Blaine fainted once, when he was nine-years old. He had his blood drawn for the very first time and it sickened him to the pit of his stomach. Just the sight of the red liquid, coming out of his arm into the needle- his head got dizzy, his sweat became cold, and everything went blank. It really was the worst feeling ever, because you can't control it.
"Oh my god," Blaine breathed, "Will he be alright?"
"No idea," Rachel explained, "I don't even know why it happened. It just occurred so fast, just like that," Rachel snapped her fingers.
"I'm sure he just didn't like, eat breakfast or something," Sam guessed. "It's happened to me before."
"Well, if you see him, tell him I hope he gets better soon," Blaine nodded to each of them. They all nodded back.
"Well, I better, you know, go home now," Blaine awkwardly moved past the teens sitting in the hallway.
"Nice meeting you, Blaine," said Tina.
"Nice meeting you guys too," Blaine smiled.
Just as Blaine was walking away, Rachel called, "But wait! What about the musical?"
Without turning around, Blaine stuffed his fists into his pockets and called back,
"Just call me Henry Arthur."