Hey guys,
I'm still getting the feel of Fanfiction, so bare with me… :)
I'll try to get a new chapter up at least once a week, but I have midterms, so it might be a bit of a long shot.
I don't own Glee. I wish I did, but I don't.
Who else saw the new Glee episode? You know I did.
Also, I hate Sebastian, but Grant Gustin has a beautiful face.
Okay, I'm done talking. Enjoy the chapter :D
"Blaine Anderson?"
A voice called from the next room. I took a deep breath, and didn't let it go until I was standing in front of the judges, Wes, David, and Nick.
"Hi," I said nervously, "I'm Blaine Anderson. I'm 15, and uh, I'm really into singing."
"Alright, Blaine," said the boy sitting behind the "David" placard, "whenever you're ready."
I pointed towards the boy in the corner with a guitar, and took a breath.
Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these broken wings and learn to fly
All your life,
You were only waiting for this moment to arise.
The shock on the judges' faces were incredible. I realized that I was either amazing or awful. I stumbled on the words a bit, then regained control.
B-blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these sunken eyes, and learn to see
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to be free
Blackbird, fly
Blackbird, fly
Into the light of the dark, black night.
David held up his hand to stop me and the guitarist.
"Blaine, how old did you say you were?"
"15."
"Wow…"
He looked at Nick and Wes, who both nodded. David looked back at me and said, "Blaine…welcome to the Warblers!"
~oOo~
Back in my dorm, I called my aunt Becky. She knew I was gay because Mom told her, but I was still really close to her.
"I'm so proud of you, sweetie! I was in my school's choir in high school!"
"Really? You were?"
"Yes, and I sang Blackbird to the judges, too. I guess The Beatles are in our blood!"
"Yeah, maybe we're John Lennon's lots-of-greats grandchildren!"
"Yes, maybe. I'd better get going, but call me tomorrow, ok?"
"Ok. Love you!"
"Love you!"
I put down the phone, and walked over to the door. I started classes tomorrow, and I had to get my uniform from the laundry room.
"BLAAAAAAAAINE!"
A voice was yelling. It sounded happy. Excited. Not nervous, or scared, but cheery.
I poked my head out the door, and slowly stepped into the long hallway. I looked left, and when I looked right, several Dalton blazers covered me.
"Blaine! We just heard you got accepted into the Warblers!" The blond boy, whose name I believe is Jeff said to me.
"Oh, yeah! I-I did! How-how did you know about that?"
"Jeff?" said the ginger boy, whose name I did not know, "he and Wes are best friends, dude. He was the first one to know, and I guarantee that he will know more about your upcoming solos before you do."
"Wait, wait, solos?" I half yelled, and once again, it was not intentional.
"Yeah! David said you were amazing! He said you sang that song better than the Beatles!"
"Whoa, I wouldn't go that far. I've never been in a choir before. How the hell am I supposed to sing a solo!"
"Relax, kid! It's no biggie!" Wes and David had appeared, seeming a lot less official not behind the mahogany desk. They just looked like regular teenagers again.
"Right…" I said, "I'm just going to go and grab my laundry the head to bed. I have to start classes tomorrow, and-"
"OH, SHIT!" Wes yelled, "Dude, I forgot to finish my history essay! Oh, shit…"
"Now, now, Wesley. That is no way to speak in front of a sophomore." David, trying to sound official but failing, had stepped in. "Go back to your room, you can borrow my notes."
"Right…" said Wes with a skeptical look on his face.
I laughed to myself, turned away, and went down the hall to the laundry room.
Thanks for reading, guys! I'll upload next week! So long.