Blaine was sitting in his dorm room, alone. He was just lounging; he already finished his homework.
It was around five P.M. or so on Saturday.
It was pretty sad that he had nowhere to go on a Saturday night. Well, he'd been invited places. He just really didn't fell all that sociable. So, he stayed at Dalton.
What happened with the Warblers that morning had scared him.
The old Warblers, with Wes and the council, would never had even considered steroids as an option.
Hell, it shouldn't have been a option. There was no way the Warblers should have ever stooped as low as to cheat.
Blaine knew that he'd been kidding himself when he thought that it would be just like old times. The Warblers had changed under both Hunter and Sebastian.
He had half-expected to walk in on a council meeting, but the council didn't decide things anymore.
Hunter did.
Blaine knew that Hunter was a good leader, a natural leader.
But nothing, to him, was more important than winning. Blaine didn't like that.
Yeah, he liked winning as much as the next guy, but that wasn't what the Warblers were about.
He sighed loudly.
There were a lot of things he could do, and he wasn't insecure enough to say that he didn't recognize those.
But there was no way that he'd be able to perform the choreography as well as the others. With the steroids, they seemed to find it easy.
Blaine was getting out of breath by the time his solo came around. David and Trent were doing even worse.
David had to learn a round off layout step-out for "Whistle."
Blaine knew that that was nearly impossible. The steps that Hunter insisted on using… They took a long time to learn.
He was lucky that all he really had to focus on was the cardio. Trent had a few moments he needed to perfect, but it was David that had it the hardest.
But he also refused to allow anyone to be cut for not using the steroids. Blaine would make sure that no one was forced to choose between morals or the Warblers.
If they had nothing against using the drugs, then they could. While he didn't personally agree, he would be a hypocrite if he prevented them from doing something they believed in.
And it would give them an edge at Sectionals.
Suddenly, there was a knock on his door.
He got up reluctantly and pulled the door open. It was Trent.
"Hey, Blaine," Trent said.
"Hi," Blaine said with a small nod and a smile.
"David and I want to practice a bit more if you're up for it."
"Of course," Blaine said, already going to grab his stuff. Trent stood in the doorway. Then he spoke.
"Hey, I want to meet with you tomorrow at, like 12 or so."
Blaine looked back at him, pausing as he collected his stuff.
"I'll be here. Just drop by." Trent fidgeted a bit.
"Well, actually, I was wondering if it could be off campus." Blaine raised his eyebrows. He had assumed it was for more practice.
"Where? And why?"
"What about the Lima Bean?"
Blaine froze. The Lima Bean? Since when did Trent start going to where all the McKinley kids go? Why was he going there?
The New Directions had made it clear that they hardly thought of Dalton boys as people. There was always the chance that Trent didn't wear his uniform there, but Dalton boys usually wore theirs out in public. It was a school pride thing.
Before, Blaine had always felt weird when he wasn't wearing his uniform, but he'd his behind the uniform, so that was understandable.
"Why there?" Blaine asked.
"Because I'm meeting a friend there. He goes to a school pretty far away, and it's on the way for both of us."
"Why do you want me there if you're meeting a friend?" Blaine hoped he didn't sound bitter about it. He wasn't, but the words themselves could be taken wrong. He'd actually meant them to be more of an honest question.
To his relief, Trent took it that way.
"I don't want to do the driving both ways by myself, and he mentioned that he might be bringing his date… They break up every two days and get back together, so she probably won't come, but I don't want to be a third wheel if she does." Trent said all of this really fast, and he looked to the ground, face heating up.
Blaine looked at his friend, staring at him thoughtfully. Then he spoke slowly,
"Trent… did you just ask me out on a date?" Trent's head snapped up.
"Wha- No! I'm not – I didn't mean for it to be-"
"Okay, Trent," Blaine said with a chuckle. "It just sounded like it. Sure, I'll come."
"But, on the topic of dating, what's going on with you and Sebastian?" Trent said, changing the subject.
"We aren't dating, and we probably won't be anytime soon. I don't trust him."
"Good," Trent said. Then his face heated up. "Because… um… because of the slushie."
"Yeah, I know, but it really isn't that. I can forgive him for that. It's the steroids. He was all for them, and he was all for convincing me to take them."
Trent snorted and nodded.
"And since he did that, I can't help but think he doesn't know me at all."
"I'm glad, Blaine," Trent said sincerely. "You – you deserve better than Sebastian." He looked down at the floor again.
Blaine recognized the motion. It meant that Trent was hiding something, but what was it?
"I do have to warn you, though. At the Lima Bean, if any McKinley kid sees me than I'll probably be beaten up and/or covered in high fructose corn syrup."
Trent clicked his tongue.
"That's what you get for having an escapade to a public school."
"C'mon," Blaine said with a smile. "We don't want to keep David waiting too long."
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Trent was driving him down to the Lima Bean.
The Lima Bean.
He had promised himself that he wasn't going to go back there.
Sure, they had good coffee, but that didn't matter.
He could live without a medium drip in his life.
The memories of – of everything were just a little too strong for him to be comfortable. Not after Kurt.
Yet, he didn't really care about Kurt anymore. Kurt was nothing to him; he'd moved on.
Hadn't he already proved that? Blaine just had no reason to go to the Lima Bean. After all, it wasn't like the McKinley kids would welcome him anymore.
"Trent?" Blaine asked, trying to stop his thoughts. Trent turned down the radio – until then, Blaine hadn't even noticed it was blasting – and glanced at him questioningly.
"Um," Blaine hadn't actually thought of something to say past that, so he said the first thing that came to mind. "What's your friend's name?"
"Uh…" Trent said, biting his lip a bit. "Sam."
"Really?" Blaine said. "What's he like."
"He – he's nice. Very funny. Slightly uptight."
"You sound almost like you don't know, Trent. You do know this guy, right?" Blaine asked with a laugh as the car pulled into the Lima Bean.
"Not exactly," he said quietly.
Blaine's hand froze on its way to the doorknob.
"What do you mean?"
"H - he doesn't want to talk you me. He wants to talk to you because you used to be fr - friends," Trent said nervously.
"Who is it?" Blaine asked, his voice calm and deceptively quiet. "Trent! Who is it!" Blaine's voice grew louder and angrier.
"…Sam," he muttered. Blaine turned and looked at him. Trent nearly gasped aloud when he was the blank hurt in Blaine's eyes.
"Why, Trent?" Blaine whispered.
"They were your friends, too, Blaine. And some of them still want to be." Blaine's eyes narrowed and became hard. Yanking the door open, he stepped out.
"We'll see about that," he hissed. Then he stalked towards the Lima Bean.
He could already see Sam's blonde head by the doors. This was going to be a long evening.
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"Blaine," Sam greeted with an easy smile. He tried to think of Blaine how he had been before returning to Dalton. They had been good friends. It wasn't hard.
"Sam," Blaine muttered. He shot an angry look back towards the car Sam assumed was Trent's.
"How have you been?" Sam asked, fidgeting slightly in the Lima Bean's doorway.
"Better than I was. You?" Blaine asked. Sam winced. Blaine was hardly being civil, and his tone definitely wasn't.
"It's not the same without you there, Blaine." Blaine's eyes left the ground and looked into Sam's eyes.
He was surprised – and slightly wary – of the almost predatory glow in them.
"Should've known you would've missed me, baby." Blaine's voice was a deep growl. Sam looked at Blaine in shock as his eyes flicked over Sam's body.
He was making it painfully obvious that he was checking Sam out.
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Hey, guys! So, Blaine is now trying to freak Sam out.
And it looks like it's going to work.
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