Trent stared at Blaine, looking shocked and angry and so disappointed… Blaine found that he couldn't meet his eyes and averted his gaze.

"Blaine," he whispered. "What – why?"

"I – I can't give this up, Trent," he whispered, still looking down. "Sorry."

"Blaine, we have to talk," Trent said, still frowning. "Now." Blaine flinched back at the angry undertone of his voice.

"Okay," he breathed, taking a step towards Trent.

"Wait," Hunter said. "Just remember, Trent, in the end, this isn't your decision. It's Blaine, and it looks like he already made it."

Trent nodded once, looking even angrier at Hunter. Then he turned and, motioning towards Blaine, he walked away. Blaine trailed after him, looking up at the Warblers, David in particular. They stared at him in silence, even David, who looked like he was debating everything in his head.

Blaine looked back down on the floor and walked out, following Trent.

He stopped next to Trent, who turned and faced him, still wearing the scarily stony look on his face.

"Why, Blaine?" he said simply but conveyed so much hurt and sadness.

"I can't lose the Warblers, Trent. They're all I have…"

"You have me. And Kurt. And all of the New Directions."

"No! I don't have them. I'd have no one. Kurt hates me. He still hates me because he wanted to get back together, and I couldn't do it! I couldn't because I'm so fucked up, and I know it! And I can't do that to him…"

"You – you told him no?" Trent said. "But – but you've-"

"I don't know why," Blaine said. He laughed, nearly hysterically. "I don't know! No, I do. I know that I have no idea what I'm feeling. And I know that I can't break his heart if I realize that I don't love him anymore."

"Blaine, that was a good decision," Trent said, looking a bit surprised that Blaine had chosen to do that. "It will help if you guys are meant to be. But that doesn't mean that you're alone. I'm sure Kurt respects you for that!"

"I told him that I wanted to be friends until I graduate. That was so stupid. How could we be just friends? We were never just friends, and we never will be."

"It will be hard, Blaine," Trent said. "But that doesn't mean you should push him away. Why did you say you'll do the steroids?"

Blaine stared up at him, tears in his eyes, looking so lost.

"Because – because I need this. The Warblers – Nick, Jeff, everyone – are my friends, and I need every friend I can get right now."

"I understand your reasons, Blaine," Trent said. "I always knew that people liked to follow their friends and the stereotype. I just never realized you were one of those people."

Blaine froze and opened his mouth to say something, but Trent wasn't finished.

"I'm sorry, Blaine, but I must not know you as well as I thought I did if you're doing this."

Blaine flinched as if he had been hit. Trent was one of his best friends. He was one of those people that you thought you'd never lose. Of course, Blaine had thought Kurt was also one of those people. Everyone could betray you, given the chance.

"You – Trent…" Blaine stuttered. "I – I have to do this…"

"I thought you'd never say that," Trent said. "Wasn't this whole thing about us managing without the drugs or leaving? I thought that that was the reason we trained so hard, not so that Hunter could bully us into taking them later."

Blaine took a deep breath and swallowed hard. Then, forcing his face to look almost blank, he looked Trent in the eyes.

"I'm sorry, Trent," he said. "But I made my decision, and you won't change it. I'm going back –"

"You don't want to listen because you know you're wrong," Trent said, interrupting him. He wasn't right. Blaine wasn't running away. He didn't do that anymore.

Didn't he change?

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"Hunter?" Sebastian asked. Hunter had walked away from the celebrating Warblers, and Sebastian had followed him, out of earshot from the others.

"What?" Hunter snapped, seeming more annoyed than usual.

"Why are making them choose?" Sebastian asked bluntly.

"What are you talking about?" Hunter asked quietly. Sebastian felt a flash of anger run through him. Hunter knew exactly what he was talking about.

"Blaine," he spat out. "And the drugs. Why?"

"They almost messed everything up today," Hunter growled. "We could have lost."

"We didn't though," Sebastian pointed out. Hunter glared at him.

"It was too close," Hunter insisted. "There would have been no question if David hadn't fallen – if he had taken the steroids."

"It isn't right, Hunter," Sebastian said quietly. "They obviously don't want to do it-"

"I'm not forcing them to!" Hunter snapped. "If Blaine doesn't want to take them, then he can go back to his little public school!"

"He can't do that anymore!" Sebastian said, raising his voice. "He just beat them. They wouldn't accept him now. We're all he has."

"So he better take the drugs."

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The next morning, Blaine was walking towards the Choir Room, ready for the Warblers meeting. It was strange, walking there without Trent, but Trent had made his decision, and he had made his own.

There was no fucking way he could lose the Warblers.

They were the only friends he had. At the door, he didn't allow himself to pause. Blaine had chosen this. There was no way he'd run away from his decisions again…

He entered the room, seeing that most of the others were already there. Apparently, he had spent a little too much time debating in his room whether to come down or not.

"You're late," Hunter growled.

"What's it matter, Hunter," Sebastian said, looking annoyed. "He's here now." Hunter shot a glare at Sebastian before motioning Blaine over.

Blaine took a deep breath, breathing in and out before he started to follow Hunter over.

He wanted to stay in the Warblers.

They were his friends.

He could do this.

He had to do this.

Hunter held up the syringe, and Blaine felt a little bit of nausea rise in his throat as he looked at it.

Blaine took it into his right hand, then looked around. The other Warblers were staring at him.

"Um, how do I…?" he asked, a little bit sheepishly.

"You can just swallow it," one of the Warblers said. Blaine nodded slowly. That was easier said than done. He still felt like he was going to be sick.

Slowly, however, he raised the syringe and pushed the back in.

It fell into his mouth, and he swallowed, wincing a bit at the taste.

He had done it.

He had given in.

Wow, he was an idiot.

And looking around, he realized that he was in way over his head.

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Hey guys!

I'm afraid I have some bad news. With my school schedule, I can't manage the two chapters every week. I promise one every Saturday, though, and I'll upload as often as possible on Tuesday. Who knows, maybe I'll get less busy… *cue hysterical laughing*

And on another sad note, Wednesday makes it three months since I lost a friend of mine.

Kira: you always did strive to be unique, but why did you have to be the fourteen-year-old to die of a heart attack?

Please review! Blaine took the steroids! Oh no!

Thanks to all my old reviewers!

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee!