Rory was lonely. Very lonely. He missed his parents, his brother Seamus, and most of all, he missed the feeling of having a home. Finn was a great friend, and so was Sam, but he hadn't really felt embraced by the other members of Glee Club. Santana certainly didn't like him, and Kurt hadn't offered the friendliest of welcomes.
Still, that wasn't going to stop him from trying out for a lead at Regionals. Sitting outside of Mr Schuester's office, Rory was terrified. He desperately wanted to make friends, but he was tired of playing backup. He was just as good as any of the others, but was he willing to risk his only chances at having friends in America just so he could experience a little bit of American glory?
He felt his phone buzz in his pocket, and glanced down to read the text message.
FR: BLAINE A.
Courage.
Rory had absolutely no idea what Blaine meant by that, and was about to text him back when he happened to glance up. There was Blaine, winking and waving as he walked by without any socks.
"I haven't got a baldy as to what you meant, but I'll take it!" Rory smiled broadly, waved at Blaine, and marched right into Schuester's office, ready to put his name in the fray for solos.