Chapter 4: Confrontation
The weekend past by pretty fast. Despite everything, I actually had a decent amount of sleep. I stayed in my room for as much as possible, when Nick was out of the room and when he came to the room with Jeff, I retreated to either outside or some empty part of the school. Karofsky messaged me a few more times through out the weekend, mostly just mocking me and the fact that I'm gay and the other usual tactics he resorts to when he runs out of insults.
There was no sign of Blaine all weekend long, and that made me sad. I feel as though the weekend got ruined by our fight. I didn't even want to snap at Nick, but he just kept on asking me about the fight.
Nick has been giving me hints that he wanted to know what happened with Blaine and that he wants me to elaborate on what I said to him about them pitying me, but I kept on dodging his advances and kept telling him to leave it alone.
Sunday night went by pretty fast, and when I got up on Monday morning, it was kind of awkward in the room. Nick didn't try to continue finding out what happened and he didn't ask about Blaine again. I assumed he either gave up or he went directly to Blaine. A part of me felt bad about the way I acted, but then the other part knew that I was just saying how I felt.
All morning, I managed to avoid the Warblers. I went early for breakfast and grabbed some fruit before heading off to my morning classes. I had Jeff and David in a few of my classes in the morning, as well as a few other Warblers, like Trent and Thad, but I sat away from them and just focused on the work we did in class. Blaine showed up for the classes that I shared with him, but he barely made any eye contact with me. For the classes that we sat beside each other in, he just stared straight ahead at the teacher and not once looked my way.
When lunch rolled around, I slowly made my way to the dining hall, wondering if I should sit with the Warblers or not. I entered the dining hall, and then went to gather a tray of food. Turning around, I spotted Blaine sitting with the Warblers, all of them laughing at something that one of the freshman was saying. I surveyed the room and spotted an empty table by the back of the room. I walked over there quickly and when I got to the table, I saw that it was a good distance away from the Warblers table, but still in seeing distance. Sighing, I sat down anyway, and began to eat my lunch, which consisted of a turkey sandwich with an apple, and a bag of potato chips, and a water bottle.
Looking at the table, I seen that they didn't look like they were even noticing I wasn't there. I looked at all of the tables in the room and saw everyone with their friends, teams or clubs, while I sat alone. This was bringing back the all too familiar feelings of loneliness. I haven't sat alone for lunch in years. Well, sat alone and felt alone that is.
Do you know that you can't even sing? The message on my phone read. He would not quit messaging me.
Rolling my eyes, I message back. Don't you have anything better to do?
As I was finishing off my sandwich, I felt that I was being watched. I glance up and looked to see that Nick was staring at me from the Warblers table. None of the others seemed to notice me over here, but he just kept on looking. Wes directed a question or some sort of statement to him, and that made him turn his attention away from me. Seeing that lunch was almost over, I quickly finished the rest of my lunch and headed off to the afternoon classes as the bell began to ring.
I got through the last of the classes for the day and I was on my way to math class. I really didn't want to attend it, considering the way that Friday's class went, but I wasn't one to skip either. Just as I got to the door, I send a respond back to Karofsky, who had been messaging me, mostly with insults about all Glee Clubs around and about Finn and the others.
You never told me how you got my number.
When I entered the classroom, I saw that half the class was there and that sitting in the back corner spot was Nick. I moved to sit in a seat by the front of the room when Mrs. Flare stops me.
"Kurt? I've decided to make a seating plan." She hands me the sheet for me to find my name. I smiled at her and took it and began looking for my name. I found it and seen that my name was right beside Nick's.
"I know you're on the Warblers and that Nick's your roommate, so I figured you would feel more comfortable being around them," Mrs. Flare told me kindly.
"Thank you," I say politely. I hand her back the sheet and smile at her before I make my way to my new seat. I sit down next to Nick who had been doodling in a notebook. He looked up when I sat down.
"Hey, Kurt."
"Hey," I reply back. I pull my math book out of my bag and place it on the desk. I see more of the students walk into the class, and spot Jeff enter the room with Trent, and then see David and Thad enter. Jeff and Trent were seated in front of us, and David was seated next to Thad in the aisle beside us.
My phone buzzes. I got it from Hudson when he was in the showers after practice.
I decide not to reply and turn the screen to black before placing it back in my pocket.
"Who are you texting?" Nick asks me.
"No one."
"Oh, okay. Where were you at breakfast?" Nick asks me, while waving hi to Jeff and Trent.
I turn to look at him. "I had to get to class early today, so I grabbed something quick this morning," I lied. I turned my gaze to Mrs. Flare and saw that she was getting the lesson ready for the new unit we would be beginning today.
"Okay. Then why were you sitting alone at lunch today?" Nick asks me.
Sighing, because I know he wasn't going to drop it, I turn to look at him again. "I sat alone because it would have been weird to sit there with Blaine mad at me."
"You still could have sat with us," Jeff said, turning around in his seat.
"Well, I know that for next time then."
Nick looked as though he was going to reply, as did Jeff, but Mrs. Flare interrupted the chatter.
"Okay, quiet down." I looked around and saw that everyone was in the class now.
"Jeff, can you please turn around," she asks Jeff kindly. He smiles at her and does as he was told, turning around and focusing his attention on her, just as Trent was doing. Nick looks at me one final time, before doing the same.
The rest the class went by fast, with Mrs. Flare talking the whole time. She barely took any breaks, so that gave nobody the chance to talk with their friends. We did a bunch of practice sheets, but she gave us no homework for that night. After the class was dismissed, Nick bid me good bye, as he headed off with Jeff. We didn't have a Warblers practice tonight, so I sat in my dorm room, doing my French homework before dinner. Dinner lasts quite a while at Dalton, so you don't have to head down straight away when it starts. Nick had only returned to the room to drop his bag off, before heading off again with Jeff, to who knows where. When dinner came around, I waited for about an hour, before heading down. When I got there, I seen Trent and some of the other Warblers at the table, but no sign of Wes, or the others, or Blaine. I grabbed some of the pizza that they were serving that night and decided to sit with them. Trent looked at me when I sat down.
"Hey, Kurt!" he smiled at me brightly. I smiled back in response. Trent was one of those people that can instantly put you in a good mood. He was just so happy.
"Hi, Trent."
He turned back to his conversation with one of the other Warblers, and I began picking at my pizza. Other than Trent, most of the people still lingering at the table were the freshman or some of the Warbles that I haven't talked to much since coming to Dalton. I sigh, I was hoping that maybe Blaine would have come. I didn't know what to say to him. He wanted an answer, but I didn't know how to explain any of it to him.
Once the pizza was finished, and I finished the water that I had grabbed as well, I walked back upstairs towards the dorms. Down the hall, I seen Blaine head off with Thad in the opposite direction. It made me sad to know that this was one of the first days, since I've met Blaine, that he has ignored me.
I was walking down the hallway towards my dorm and I passed by Jeff and Thad's room and and then I passed Wes and David's room. When I hear movement from ahead of me, I look up and I spot Wes heading straight my way.
"Kurt!"
I smile politely. "Hey Wes, what's-" But I don't get to finish as grabs my elbow, he turns me around and steers me towards the door to his room and practically shoves me into his dorm room, closing the door quickly behind us. I take notice that David, Nick and Jeff, are all sitting in the room as well.
"What is this?" I ask cautiously.
"Take a seat Kurt," Wes says from behind me. I turn to look at him and see that he motions for me to sit on his bed, where Nick and Jeff were lounging. I shake my head and I turn to walk out the door, but Wes moves so that he's blocking my only way out. He locks the door and leans against it. He raises his eyebrows and waits for me to take a seat. Sighing, knowing that I had no choice in the matter, I walk over to the bed and sit down in the space between Nick and Jeff. Wes follows and pulls over the desk chair, and places it beside David's chair that was near the bed.
"Is this an intervention?" I ask. It looked like one with the way they were acting.
"We just want to talk," Nick tells me. I nod and wait. I feel all of their eyes on me but nobody says anything.
"Well?" I ask, getting slightly annoyed with the silence. They were the ones locking me in this room with them, they can be the ones to speak up first.
Everyone looks towards Wes.
Wes sighs at them in return. "What's going on?" Wes asks me nicely.
"What do you mean?" I cross my arms and lean back against the wall behind me on the bed.
"What I mean is, what is going on with you? Kurt, you've been distant lately, and you seem upset," Wes says.
"I'm not," I protest. It was a complete lie, but it's not like they really would notice.
Wes raises his eyebrow and that made me realize that he did not believe me. "You've been using every excuse in the book to avoid being around us."
"Excuse?"
"Like the homework excuse, for example."
"I do have homework," I point out. It wasn't like I didn't. "Everyone has homework. I hardly think that it qualifies as an excuse."
"What about the math excuse you tried to tell Blaine when he tried talking to you on Friday?" Wes asks. He sits back and raises his eyebrow again; practically daring me to object.
I feel my body stiffen in response. They knew. "He told you."
Wes nods. "Yeah he did."
"He's worried about you Kurt," David adds.
"We all are," Jeff chimes in. He and Nick both give me a nudge on the shoulder following the that statement.
I remain silent, choosing not to say anything in response.
"Kurt."
I ignore Wes and stare past him at the wall across the room.
"What? Leave me alone." I move to get off the bed, but Nick and Jeff grab onto my arms and hold me still.
"Seriously?" I grunt as I struggle. Their grip is gentle, but firm and two against one isn't really a fair fight if you ask me. Well, one against four, because I'm sure Wes and David would block the exit if I tried to leave. Nick wrestles with me, until I'm firmly placed into his side with no way to escape as Jeff shifts his body over until he is right next to me as well.
"Relax," Nick whispers into my ear.
"No." I continue the struggle, but Jeff only moves closer and holds on to my arm gently.
"Kurt," Jeff says in a calm voice. I knew he was trying to be reassuring, but it wasn't helping me.
"We're not letting this be avoided any longer," Wes says, gently.
I shake my head. "I don't want to talk about anything!"
They all just stare at me in response. I look at Wes, pleading for him to drop the subject. He stares back at me with a determined expression on his face.
"We just want to know what is going on," Wes tells me. He waves his hand around the room at the other occupants. "All of us want to know."
I look at David who was sitting back and watching me. I glance at Jeff, then at Nick and they all had the same expression as Wes. I knew they were worried about me.
Sighing, I relax in between Nick and Jeff. I clearly wasn't getting out of this conversation.
"Comfy?" David asks me. I glare at him in return and he smiles apologetically.
"So to continue what I was saying, you've been moody lately. And honestly, it looks like you want to burst out into tears all of the time nowadays," Wes says.
I stiffen at his words. I honestly did not think they were observing me enough to notice my behaviour.
"Kurt?" Wes' voice has me looking back at him.
"I'm just homesick," I lie. I do miss my family and all, but that's not what the problem is.
It was almost as if Wes read my mind, because he asked the next question. "Are you sure that's it?"
"Uhh..." I look past Wes' shoulder and towards the stack of books that were on the bookshelf in the corner of the room. There were enough of them that they were sitting on top of other books that were already on the shelf.
"Do you feel lonely?" David asks me.
I turn my head towards him. He was watching me with a curious expression on his face. "A little bit," I admit.
"But how?" Jeff begins to say.
I shrug my shoulders in response.
"Kurt?" Wes asks.
I avoid his gaze and look at the navy blue bed spread underneath my body.
"Kurt. Look at me."
I shake my head. "Please," Nick asks from directly beside me.
Sighing, I look up at Wes to see that he was completely focused on me, as was everyone else in the room.
"I've always felt like this," I begin. "I don't know why. You know," I muse, "my friend-well recently friend-Rachel once said to me before I transferred that she knew I felt lonely, but that I wasn't alone."
The others nod for me to continue.
"I know I'm not alone. I have people who care." I knew deep inside that the New Directions cared about me. They wouldn't have done what they did with Karofsky for me if they didn't; even though it was too late to actually make a difference in his behaviour, and that it took that long for them to notice.
"We care about you Kurt," Jeff tells me.
I smile. "I know."
"Are you sure? Because with the way you've been acting, you could have fooled me," David remarks.
I nod. "I'm sure."
"Then why do you think we're pitying you?" Nick asks.
Wes glances at him. "Oh right. I almost forgot about you telling me about that."
I groan. "Seriously? Are you guys going to question me about everything?"
"Yup, basically," Jeff remarks. I roll my eyes at him.
"You never answered this last night. Why do you think we pity you?" Nick asks me again.
I shrug in response. I really did not want to answer that question, and regret saying it to Nick last night.
"Kurt," Nick says.
"I shouldn't have said that."
"But you did," Wes remarks.
"I don't get it," David speaks up. "We invite you to things. We talk to you all of the time. We don't ignore you. You're a Warbler; you're one of us."
I sigh in exasperation. "You only do all that because you feel obligated."
"What?" David asks, confusing lacing his tone of voice.
"You're probably doing all of this for Blaine," I further explain to them. It would make sense. They all care about Blaine, and if being nice to me made Blaine happy, then wouldn't they do that?
"Where would you get that idea from?" Wes asks.
"Isn't the only reason I'm in the Warblers in the first place because of Blaine?" I direct the question to him and David. "I'm sure he had to convince you to let me in."
"No," Wes says. "You're in the Warblers because you are talented, Kurt. Blaine had nothing to do with that."
I scoff.
"Really Kurt. After you spied on us. We searched you up. We saw your talent. And as much as we hate what brought you here in the first place, we like that you are here," David tells me.
"Is this partly about the solo you auditioned for sectionals?" Wes asks me.
"No, why?"
"Well, Blaine mentioned that you seemed to be a bit upset about it," Wes explained.
"No. Yes I hoped I would get it. But, I'm used to not being picked first for things."
"It wasn't anything against you..."
"I know."
"Really? Because you basically just finished saying that you think we all hate you," Wes replies.
"I never used the word hate," I mumble in defense.
"You get my point."
"We like you Kurt," Jeff exclaims.
I smile.
"Kurt, we're an acapella group. We have our own style and you are new. It's not your fault you have to learn it. All show choirs have their own thing about them. And you came from the New Directions, to which I know is a completely different setting then this one," Wes tells me.
"Yeah it is," I whisper. I look up and see Wes' concern deepen.
"Oh no," I reassure him. "In a good way."
They all urge me to continue.
"The Warblers - you guys are more organized and there's honestly far less fighting," I tell them. I can just picture the New Directions and how they would be fighting about something almost everyday.
"You mean us," Jeff remarks.
"What?" I ask, turning to look at him.
"You're a Warbler too. It's us, not you guys."
I smile shyly. "Oh, okay."
My phone alerts me to another message. I manage to pull it out of my pocket, considering how close Nick and Jeff are sitting next to me, and I open the message to see it was from Karofsky. Frowning, I read it.
The lockers don't even miss you. They prefer straight people.
If it wasn't for the amount of messages he has been sending me, I would have clued into the fact of how stupid that message sounded. I wipe away the few tears that escaped, before looking up and realizing that I had an audience. One that I forgot was sitting right there. And witnessed the whole thing.
"Who was that Kurt?" David asks me, concern lacing his voice.
"Uh, no one," I tell them. It sounded unbelievable as the words came out of my mouth.
"Kurt," Wes says my name.
"It was just Finn."
"Your brother?" Nick asks me. I nod my head in response.
"And he makes you cry?"
I hold back a groan. So much for that excuse. "No..."
"Wait-Karofsky?" I turn to see Jeff leaning over my shoulder, looking straight at that message. "I've heard that name before."
"Yeah," Nick says, leaning over as well. "You and Blaine have mentioned him before."
I don't say anything, and I close the message before Jeff and Nick can get an even closer look.
"Karofsky's the one who caused Kurt trouble at McKinley," Wes tells them.
"How do you know about that?" I ask, surprised.
"I don't know everything," Wes admits. "Blaine only mentioned that you were being bullied. I only heard him mention the name when he was talking with you on the phone one night," Wes explains.
"Oh."
"What did the message say?" David asks, curiously. He nods towards my phone that I was still holding in my hands and waits.
"Oh, uh... just the usual."
"The usual? Does he message you often?" Wes asks.
I look down at my phone and Wes takes my silence as a yes.
"Kurt." I look up at Wes, who was looking right at me. "I want to see the messages."
I shake my head. He couldn't read them.
"Are you going to read them all out to us then?" he asks me, raising an eyebrow in response.
I shake my head again.
"Then hand me your phone."
I hesitate.
"Please."
Sighing, I lean over and place my phone in Wes' outstretched hand. I lean back against the wall, in the tight space between Jeff and Nick. Wes unlocks my phone and goes to my messages. He starts right from the very first message that Karofsky had sent me and I from his facial expressions, I can tell he is not pleased about what he was reading.
Minutes go by and Wes still has not said a word; he just keeps on reading. I can feel Nick and Jeff's gaze switch back and worth from Wes and I and I look to see David completely focused on Wes. As he gets further into the texts, I can tell he was getting more mad, and putting the pieces together, one by one.
"Kurt," Wes says, looking up at me. "You should have told someone about these."
"Maybe."
"Why didn't you?"
"I don't know. He's right."
"No he's not."
"I'm sorry, but what does the messages say exactly?" David asks.
"Uh, there's quite a few of them. But, to sum it up, they are basically describing everything wrong with The New Directions and even The Warblers. And he has been personally putting Kurt down, telling him all these lies about himself, trying to make Kurt upset."
"Like what?" Nick asks.
"He told Kurt that we don't like him and that no one will ever give him attention."
"What the hell?" Jeff snaps. We all glance at him in surprise. He never talks like that.
"What? Why does this guy want to make Kurt's life a living hell?" Jeff exclaims.
"Is that why you think we're pitying you?" Nick asks.
"Yes."
"Kurt," Nick sighs.
"I don't understand. Why does this guy keep texting you?" Jeff asks.
All four of them turn to look at me. I look down instead.
"Kurt," Wes says. "I wasn't going to ask about it, but I think I need to know now; we all need to know."
"You really don't," I say quietly.
"What happened with Karofsky?" Wes asks me anyway.
I sigh. I was nervous about telling them; I insisted that Blaine not tell them because I didn't want anyone to know. The only people that do know are my dad, Carole, Finn and Blaine. Oh, and Coach Sylvester and Principal Figgins. I don't want to be reminded of it, but Karofsky's making that hard to forget when he keeps on texting me.
"He's this guy from McKinley. He's on the football team. Him and the other guys on the team, aside from Finn, Sam, Puck and Mike, like to slushie the glee club, including Finn, Sam, Puck and Mike."
"Just because you like to sing?" Jeff asks.
I nod.
"Blaine did mention that you had seemed surprised that the Warblers are well respected and liked around here," Wes comments.
I nod. "I was. It's a nice change."
Wes smiles.
"Anyway, They all do that. But Karofsky decided to target me directly."
"What kind of things did he do?"
"He pushed me into lockers frequently. He slushied me basically everyday. I had a change of clothes in my locker that I often had to use. And it wasn't just physical, it was mental too."
"Mental?"
"You know, about me being gay and all. There was so much stuff that he had to say about it."
"You were targeted just because you are gay?" Jeff sounded surprised. It was sometimes hard to remember that by going to school at Dalton, some are sheltered from the cruelty that public school or other schools in general could have.
"It's actually a common thing that happens Jeff," Wes says. "You remember why Blaine came here in the first place? It was because people couldn't accept that fact that he was gay and wasn't what they think is 'normal.'"
"I just don't get it, you guys are all just people like the rest of us. Who cares if you like the opposite sex?"
I smile.
"To answer your question, yes. It was because I am gay. People at the school didn't like that and he constantly made my life a living hell there. Mr. Shue, the directer for the New Directions, tried helping, and Coach Sylvester was acting as principle at the time, and she tried too. But she couldn't do anything because it would have been a case of he said that, and I said this."
"So nothing was done?" Wes clarifies.
I nod. "Yeah. She told me to come to her immediately if he laid a finger on me."
"But he did."
"Yeah, but I think she meant more than just a shove into the lockers."
"Was there something specific he did that made you transfer?"
"I transferred here because my safety was threatened," I explain, and then add quietly, "He threatened to kill me."
It was silent for a minute before Nick spoke. "Are you serious? Tell me that the school did something then!"
"Yeah, he was expelled."
They sigh in relief.
"But, they fought against the school board and there wasn't any evidence to prove that he threatened me, so he was allowed back at the school."
"Are you serious?"
I nod. "Yeah. I found out the Monday after my dad's wedding. Me, my dad and my step mom were called in and Coach Sylvester told us. She resigned as principle in protest and told me that she would be another eye out there for me."
"Like that would help."
"I know. My dad and Carole -she's my step mom – they told me in the hallway before Glee, that they were using their honeymoon money for the tuition to send me here. I felt guilty, but they insisted. So I went to Glee that day and told everyone."
"How did they take it?"
"They were all upset. I think Finn was the most, because of me leaving and because I hadn't talked to him about it beforehand. Puck had said that they would protect me and form a secret service group for me."
"Puck's, Finn's best friend, right?" Nick clarifies. He is more familiar with names with being my roommate.
I nod. "Yeah he is. He was one of the guys who used to throw me in the dumpsters."
"You were thrown in dumpsters?" Jeff exclaims surprised. I had thought he knew that.
"Yeah..."
"I was thrown in a dumpster once," Jeff comments. We all look at him.
"It was a dare," he explains. Nobody questions him on it. It's Jeff after all. I look to my right and see Nick chuckling softly. He must have heard the story, or was there.
"That stopped right?" David asks me.
"Yeah, it did. Once Puck joined Glee Club, he stopped. And Finn stopped beforehand."
"Finn threw you in as well?" Nick asked, surprised.
"Your brother?" Wes exclaims.
"Step brother, technically. Though we weren't at the time; we were barely even friends. And he never actually tossed me in, he just held my stuff for me and let Puck and the other guys throw me in."
"But still. That's just-" David seemed to be at a lost for words.
"Sick? Horrible? Cruel?" I guess. "It was. And it took me a while to feel comfortable around Puck afterwards."
"What about Finn?"
I laugh. "Oh, he was different."
"Why?" Nick laughed.
"Didn't you have a crush on him?" Wes asks.
"Blaine told you that?" I ask, a slight blush creeping on my face.
"No, no. I overheard it mentioned between you two at one point."
"Oh. Well to answer your question, yes I did. But I got over that, he's just my brother now, and besides, he's straight. I think apart of me always knew that it was never going to happen."
"It sounds like McKinley was a hard place to feel safe at."
"It was. You're bullied just because of who you are or like something that other people think is stupid. The football team thought it was stupid to sing, and even tried to make Finn slushie me once. But I did it to myself to save him the trouble and told him to think about who his real friends are. And I was bullied because I don't like girls romantically."
"It's just not fair what you went through, or what Blaine went through," Nick says.
"What they all go through," Wes adds. "Everyone who is bullied for what and who they are."
"So what about Blaine?" Jeff asks.
I turn to him. "What about him?" I blush slightly.
"Do you like him?"
I have to admit that I have some feelings for him. I still can't believe that I told Mr. Shue at Christmas about it, and then practically admitted it to Blaine at Valentines Day.
"I would take that as a yes," Nick laughs, as the blush creeps up onto my cheeks.
"Yeah I do," I admit.
"You guys would be good together," Wes states.
I smile.
"Thanks. It means a lot for you guys to say that." It did. This conversation is giving me hope and making me see that things are better at Dalton than I originally thought. "So um, I guess to go back to the Karofsky situation, it was hard to leave, but Mr. Shue understood that Dalton has a zero tolerance for bullying and that it was enforced."
They all nod at the mention of that rule.
"And I basically left after that. I couldn't stay and hear them cry and try to convince me to stay."
"It was for your safety though," Wes reminds me gently.
"I know. They understood that. Rachel had told me at Sectionals that my safety was what was important and not about me leaving so close to Sectionals."
"She's right," Wes says. "And they still managed to make it to Regionals and we did too, because we got you."
I smile. "I know," I joke.
They all smile and laugh.
It's silent for a bit afterwards, and I watch as Wes continues to look at the messages from Karofsky. "Keep these on your phone, Kurt. Don't delete them," Wes says after a moment.
"So that they can be used for evidence if I need it," I guess. The thought had crossed my mind.
Wes nods. "Right."
Jeff clears his throat from beside me, before speaking. "So Kurt, you do know that I invited you because I wanted to. Right?"
"Yeah," I reply.
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah, I do. I've just never really had many people who cared before. Uh sorry, that's not true. But no one's ever cornered me to find out what was wrong."
"Us Warblers stick together. We're brothers," Jeff declares proudly.
I smile. "I'm a Warbler."
"Yes you are," Wes agrees with a smile.
"Just promise that if you ever feel lonely and rejected or anything at all, you'll talk to someone. Blaine, anyone of us, me," Nick says.
"I promise. I'll try to."
"That's all we're asking," Nick says and smiles at me.
"And Kurt," Wes says.
"Yes?"
"You need to talk to Blaine."
I sigh. "I know. Is-" I look down at me hands for a moment and then back up at Wes, "Do you think he'll be willing to listen?"
"It's Blaine. You know just as well as any of us that he will."
A/N: So I'm sorry for those who are reading this, that I have not updated this. This story actually is finished, it is just a matter of editing it, and then posting it, while writing my other stories, which I admit I have been slacking on quite a bit as well. I promise I will finish editing this and post it. As well I have a few Glee stories I need to look at and edit (a few one shots) and then I will post.
On another note, I have begun writing a longer multi-chapter Glee fanfiction, and am currently on around chapter 7. The only thing I will tell you is that it is centered around Dalton Academy, which is why I have been writing very short multi chaptered stories with Dalton Academy as the setting in order for me to explore how I am writing the characters. I need help though. I do not want to give anything away, but I need help with songs. Can anyone suggest any songs that could go in the story? Songs that are upbeat, and songs that are slower, have a sad tone to them, maybe about grief or handling tough situations? If you don't mind to please send me some ideas in PM or in a review. I would really appreciate it. Thank you. :)