"Get over here, Killer," Sebastian demanded as Hunter prepared the syringe.
"Sebastian..." Blaine said quietly. "I - I don't think I can do this." Nervously, he bit his lip.
He wanted to win, really. Yet, Blaine couldn't ignore the small voice inside his head saying that it was a dumb idea, and that he was cheating.
He'd always prided himself on his singing; he was good, and he knew it.
This was going against every moral he had.
"Then go back to your little diversity club," Hunter growled, waving the syringe slightly.
It was clear that Hunter was annoyed. He really hated drama, and to him, that was all this was.
"Everyone else wants this, Blaine," Sebastian put in. Blaine looked around.
That couldn't be true, right? There had to be someone that realized how wrong it was for this to happen.
They were cheating. Did no one else realize that?
Nearly everyone had already taken the drugs. David hadn't yet, but he didn't really look like he was going to refuse.
Then he saw Trent standing in the back. Trent was fidgeting uncomfortably. Blaine knew Trent, and he knew that meant Trent was not okay with this. That was what he'd been looking for.
"Trent?" he asked desperately. "Are you okay with this?" Trent looked at Hunter and Sebastian for a moment before slowly shaking his head.
"There. We know this isn't right, Hunter," Blaine said smugly. Hunter set the syringe down.
"Then leave. Both of you. The Warblers have no room for losers."
Blaine's eyes widened. Would they really be kicked out for refusing to break the rules and laws? The Warblers truly had changed.
"I thought you said that a legend like me shouldn't be sidelined in their senior year," Blaine retorted. Hunter shook his head with a mock regret.
"I thought you were still that legend. Blaine Warbler would have done this. But you've changed. I should have realized that."
Hunter made an abstract waving motion towards the door. Trent sighed and began to walk towards it. Blaine glanced at the door and then to Hunter.
"What if we learn the steps just as good as the rest of you without the drugs? We'll work harder and stay clean," Blaine proposed desperately. He'd just found a home with the Warblers, and he didn't want to lose that.
"Do you really think you can do that, Killer? The drugs give you an edge-"
"You've called me flawless before, Sebastian," Blaine said. "Let me prove that. Hunter?"
"We'll allow it, but if you even look like you're going to pull us down... then you're out. No questions asked."
"We can work with that," Blaine agreed, putting a hand on Trent's shoulder. He looked around at the others.
"I don't support this at all, but I'll deal with it because we're the Warblers. And we stick together."
"I'm with you, Blaine," David said. "I would have taken the drugs to stay on the Warblers, but I would not have agreed with it." Blaine smiled at him.
"Thanks, David." He grinned suddenly. "This feels like old times. I was waiting for Wes to throw a comment in about the Warblers history." Blaine laughed.
"It certainly wouldn't have surprised me." Blaine glanced at Hunter. On the outside, Hunter looked calm, but Blaine could read the annoyance in his stance. It was time to move on to practice.
"So, let's start," Blaine said simply, and Hunter immediately took control.
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Trent smiled as he watched Blaine walk back to his dorm. Blaine really did influence the Warblers. If he hadn't been there, then Hunter would've made him quit. Trent really hadn't wanted to do that, for obvious reasons, but he had been prepared to.
Then – Bam! – there was Blaine, fixing the situation.
Trent had missed him. He'd added something to the Warblers. Trent could only hope that Blaine would bring it again.
"You have to convince him to," Trent heard. He turned, recognizing Hunter's voice. It was coming from the choir room.
"I will. Blaine's just being stubborn." That was Sebastian. Were they talking about the steroids? Of course they were.
Did Hunter really think he could convince Blaine to take them? Blaine had made it clear that he wasn't okay with it.
Yet, he'd also agreed at first, when Hunter mentioned Kurt. Trent wasn't an idiot. He realized that Blaine was trying to cut himself from Kurt – trying quite desperately.
If they used Kurt in an argument, Blaine would consider using the steroids.
Trent didn't want that.
"I thought he'd agree when we said he'd have to leave the Warblers," Sebastian said angrily.
"Blaine's always followed the rules a bit too much," Hunter said. "It corrupts him. He forgets what's really important."
"So, what should we do?"
"We have to make him more loyal to us. He proved last year that he's ridiculously loyal to those he loves. We need to play on that."
Trent bit his lip. He really wished he wasn't hearing this. It was good for Blaine that he was. After all, they were talking about manipulating him, but then again, he had believed – or tried to – that Hunter was a good person. Misguided, yes, but a good person.
Now, he was talking about manipulating a fellow classmate into doing something illegal. And worse, Sebastian was agreeing.
With Sebastian, Trent already knew what he was capable of. Last year, the slushie had proved that. But he also knew that Sebastian cared about Blaine.
Or at least, Trent thought he had.
He wasn't an idiot nor was he naïve. Blaine was growing a lot closer to Sebastian.
Everyone saw where that was headed.
Trent, while he wasn't crazy for Sebastian, knew that Blaine needed someone there. Sebastian, he had thought, was that person.
Now, Trent wasn't too sure.
"He is loyal to us," Sebastian said. "He's a Warbler. You heard him say that."
"He's not loyal enough to any one of us. Sebastian, you can be the person he's loyal to," Hunter said.
"Wait," Sebastian said. "You want me to convince him to date me so that we can convince him to use the steroids." Sebastian sounded a little uncomfortable.
"In a nutshell, yes," Hunter stated.
"I'm not sure if I can do that," Sebastian said.
There was a long pause before he continued.
"I mean, I care about Blaine, and I want what's best for him. I won't date him just to manipulate him."
"You can date him for yourself. Just convince him to do this while you're at it."
"I don't know," Sebastian said doubtfully.
"Look, Sebastian, Blaine is very good, but he will not look good next to the rest of us. We'll look super-human. He'll look sloppy next to us. This is to make him look better."
"…okay," Sebastian said. He still sounded uncomfortable. Trent saw the door begin to open. Quickly, he ducked around the corner.
Were Hunter and Sebastian really going to try and force the steroids on Blaine? That's what they were doing, after all. Manipulating him when he clearly didn't want to do it was just as bad as tying him down – only with less legal problems.
But what could he do?
He could warn Blaine, but Blaine already had enough to deal with. David was questionable – Trent couldn't let Sebastian or Hunter find out he knew what they were planning.
If Blaine took the steroids, then there would be no stopping the Warblers.
They would also be cheating, and Blaine would be affecting the whole rest of his life.
Of course, they were all doing that, and if they were caught, then none of them would ever have a future in performance.
But it would destroy Blaine.
Blaine had so many morals, and they would all be broken, but he would think about it for Sebastian.
There truly was nothing he could do.
He'd lost his chance to help Blaine when he didn't stop that Slushie last year.
But there were people that could help.
Trent knew that Blaine was pushing his old friends away, but they had cared for him. He had seemed so happy with them.
And they had liked him, whatever Blaine said now.
…He had to talk with them.
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Trent took a deep breath as he saw the kid that had come to their impromptu performance. He was in the Lima Bean. Having no way to contact the New Directions, he'd decided to go to where he knew they went and hope that one came.
Trent hadn't worn his uniform. He would have been judged by them immediately if he had.
He was lucky. A lot of them were entering the coffee shop. He stood and walked over slowly.
Biting his lip, he decided to address the one who had come with Blaine. He seemed to be a leader to the group.
"Um, hello. Are you Finn Hummel?" He had met the guy once through Kurt, and Kurt had introduced him as his brother, so it made sense that they had the same last name.
"Finn Hudson, actually. And you are?" Finn asked.
"I'm Trent. I'm from Dalton – a Warbler, actually."
"Yeah, I remember you," the kid in a wheelchair said. Trent nodded at him.
"So, why are you here?" one of the girls asked.
"Blaine."
"Of course," the same girl said. "His life's still a bad lifetime movie."
"What's up with Blaine?" Finn asked him.
"Hunter and Sebastian are trying to convince him to use steroids for sectionals."
"What!" the New Directions chorused, turning a lot of heads.
"Shut up!" Trent hissed. "He almost did, too. They're pulling low blows on him. Told him when he refused that Kurt 'would have been proud of him' and that he's 'a dog running with its tail in-between his legs.'"
"Ouch," one of the guys said with a wince.
"He almost took them. They will ruin his life He finally managed to make Hunter settle with him, David, and I working our asses off to be just as good without the steroids."
"All of the Warblers are taking them?" Finn exclaimed. "That's cheating. They could be disqualified and probably expelled from Dalton!"
"I'm sorry, but that's not why I came. I'm not here to betray the Warblers."
"You just did, prep boy."
"Prove that I was here," Trent said with a smirk. The New Directions looked at each other silently. "What? You don't have the girl with a tape recorder taped to her under-boob?"
There was no answer.
"Look, I need to go. Blaine needs help. Help him."
"Should we have Kurt call him?" Finn asked.
"No, definitely not!" Trent exclaimed. "If anything makes him use the steroids, it'll be that. Have someone he liked from your school meet up with him and accept him for who he is now."
With that, Trent walked out of the Lima Bean. He didn't look back.
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Sam looked at the other New Directions.
"So, who's going to do this?" Sam asked.
"You're assuming we're helping him?" Kitty said, raising an eye-brow.
"There's a chance that we won't?" Sam retorted. Other than an uncomfortable shuffling, there was no response. "Are you guys serious? He was our friend, and he's going through a tough time!
It looks like I'm the one that's going to talk to him."
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