A/N: In an effort to make this story less Seblainey, I started cutting out long involved dialogue scenes that weren't really important and just sort of saying what happened... Which somehow turned into even more pointless Seblaine scenes. Idk man... There's a lot of lyrics in this chapter, but some of them actually mean something as they're singing... So yeah it's not as long as it looks. But I absolutely guarantee there are typos, just like every other chapter.
Chapter Twenty-Six:
"'At Christmas, we – we need to have a mature heart to heart, and maybe if it's cold enough, we'll go ice skating on the Auglaize River and get hot chocolate anywhere but the Lima Bean, because when I was working there I saw a mouse,' Kurt said. Blaine laughed through his tears, because he couldn't recall ever being so happy. He didn't even notice Sebastian creeping in behind him, listening to the conversation that was just loud enough for him to hear both sides."
Dear Reader: Watch the Warbler's performances from Sectionals. Imagine Blaine and Trent there. Cheer. The Warblers won. Oh, also Sebastian blew Hunter's Whistle before the performance? Anything else important happen… No. Wait! They didn't cheat. Okay, moving on!
After Sectionals, the Warblers went to Breadstix, not something they did a lot, because Lima was far from Westerville, and there are restaurants in Westerville, and there's a dining hall on campus, and please, Breadstix is not that great. They met most of the New Directions, including Sam, who became Nick and Jeff's new best friend (and Sebastian's new mortal enemy) and Sebastian made nice with Finn and Santana… mostly… Blaine was happy about the phone call he'd gotten from Kurt just before they'd gone on, and had finally plucked up the courage to tell Kurt he'd transferred back to Dalton, and Sebastian said he was happy for Blaine, that maybe he could patch things back up with Kurt, and Blaine said he was thankful he hadn't done anything else with Sebastian, because Kurt was the love of his life, and a whole bunch more crap happened and my Klainer heart and my Seblainer brain started fighting with each other, and I died.
Hunter and Blaine held a Council meeting, wherein they decided that the Warblers would be performing at Breadstix every Saturday night, just one or two songs a week, just for fun, as a way to keep the Warblers and the New Directions friendly with one another. The strain was hard for Blaine, and he would really appreciate it if his friends would all just get along. After the meeting, Blaine and Sebastian went back to their room, and then they made out for a while and Sebastian let slip he was in love with Blaine… and then they both pretended it didn't happen. Just read the other story, okay?
Monday came, and the Warblers convened in the practice room at three, right after last period, like they always did.
"Where's Hunter?" someone asked.
"He's sick," Sebastian said, walking into the room. "Nurse suspects mono."
"And where's Beats?" someone else asked.
"Mono," Sebastian said.
"And Blaine?"
"I'm here," Blaine said from behind Sebastian, walking into the room. "Beats and Hunter are out sick for the week, it seems someone gave them mono about a month ago. It takes a while for symptoms to present themselves." He yawned. "Sorry, I'm just really tired today for some reason."
"How are we supposed to practice without Beats?" someone asked.
"Well," Blaine said, blinking a few times, then continuing, "if you would all follow me…" He led the way out of the room, out of the building, into another building, and then into an auditorium.
"Holy cow, where are we?" Nick asked.
"It's called an auditorium," Blaine said, running down the aisle and hopping onto the stage. "But it's never used."
"Wow," someone said.
"Yeah. Since Beats is out for the week, we might need this…" Blaine opened the piano's lid and tinkled a few of the keys. "And there's some other crap in here too."
"Stuff for our band," Nick said to Thad.
"I got the drums," Thad said decisively.
"Oh, I miss this," Blaine said, plunking out a melody.
"Want to play a song?" Jeff offered, picking up a guitar.
"Yeah," Blaine said. He plunked out a melody.
Tonight, I'm gonna have myself a real good time
I feel alive…
And the world's turning inside out, yeah
I'm floating around in ecstasy so
Don't stop me now… don't stop me now
Blaine nodded to the Warblers as they contributed to some of the vocals. Thad sat at the drum set and as it turned out he wasn't too bad.
Cuz I'm havin a good time, having a good time
I'm a shooting star, leaping through the sky
Like a tiger, defying the laws of gravity
I'm a racing car passing by
Like Lady Godiva!
I'm gonna go, go go, there's no stopping me
I'm burning through the sky, yeah
200 degrees, that's why they call me Mr. Fahrenheit
I'm travelling at the speed of light
I wanna make a supersonic man outta you!
(Don't stop me now)
I'm havin such a good time, I'm havin a ball
(Don't stop me now)
If you wanna have a good time, just give me a call
(Don't stop me now)
Cuz I'm having a good time (Don't stop me now)
Yes, I'm having a good time, I don't wanna stop at all!
Jeff was a fantastic guitarist, and somehow knew all the notes, it was like he and Blaine were of one mind now instead of Nick and Blaine.
"Wow, you guys!" Blaine said. "That was awesome!"
"Well, we're not just for looking pretty behind you," Thad said.
"Although I'm sure we do a great job of it," Jeff said with a cheeky smirk.
"So, what song should we do for our opening week at Breadstix?" Blaine asked.
"I know," Sebastian said. "Since you like Queen so much."
"I didn't say I liked Queen that much," Blaine said immediately.
"Bohemian Rhapsody," Sebastian and Nick said at the same time.
"Oh, yes," Blaine said, smiling. "I can do that." He began to sing.
Mama~ Oooh~
Didn't mean to make you cry
If I'm not back again this time tomorrow
Carry on, carry on…
"Excuse me," Sebastian said. "I'll be singing the lead."
"Excuse you?" Blaine asked with a laugh. "Says who?"
"Council picks the solos," Sebastian said.
"Well then!" Blaine exclaimed, laughing some more. "Alright, go ahead. You got it, Bas." Sebastian's eyes fluttered closed for a fraction of a second – there was no way Blaine didn't know what that nickname did to Sebastian now.
"You don't want to fight me for it?" Sebastian asked with a grin. "Captain?"
"I'm sure you can do a superb job, Sebastian," Blaine said, still pretty cheeky. "I'm sure you'd win in a celebrity deathmatch too."
"Is anyone else beginning to feel like we're intruding on something private?" someone asked from behind Nick. Nick nodded.
"Yeah, it's a little unnerving," Nick replied.
"Does anyone want to talk about how Beats and Hunter both have mono?" Thad asked.
"Yeah, I gave it to them," Sebastian said.
"Then how come you're not sick?" Jeff asked.
"Please, I've had mono so many times it switched to stereo," Sebastian snarked. The room at large laughed as Blaine yawned again.
"You know what song I want to do?" Nick asked.
"What's that?" Blaine asked.
Nick smiled and began sing.
Whoa-oh-oh (for the longest)
For the longest time…
The rest of the Warblers caught on, most of them snapping in time, with the lack of Beats.
If you said goodbye to me tonight
There would still be music left to write
What else could I do?
I'm so inspired by you
That hasn't happened for the longest time
Nick walked over to Jeff and put his arm around him as they sang. Blaine and Thad left their instruments as the Warblers sort of all collected into a circle, singing a song that had meaning really deeper than just the words. Jeff took the next verse, because Nick looked on the verge of tears for some reason.
Once I thought my innocence was gone
Now I know that happiness goes on
That's where you found me
When you put your arms around me
I haven't been there for the longest time.
Sebastian held out his arm to Blaine, and Blaine slipped underneath it, allowing himself to be pulled into Sebastian's embrace as the group sung the chorus, then Sebastian picked up the next verse.
I'm that voice you're hearing in the hall
And the greatest miracle of all
Is how I need you
And how you needed me too
That hasn't happened for the longest time
Blaine smiled and sang a little as well:
Maybe this won't last very long
But you feel so right but I could be wrong
Maybe I've been hoping too hard
I've gone this far and it's more than I hoped for
Sebastian again? The Warblers just kept warbling on as Sebastian and Blaine seemed to sort out their differences through song lyrics.
Who knows how much further we'll go on?
Maybe I'll be sorry when you're gone
I'll take my chances
I forgot how nice romance is
I haven't been there for the longest time
Blaine had his reply already:
I had second thoughts at the start
I said to myself, hold on to your heart
Now I know the (wo)man that you are
You're wonderful so far
and it's more than I hoped for
And then Sebastian was back once more, unable to keep himself from smiling:
I don't care what consequence it brings
I have been a fool for lesser things
I want you so bad
I think you ought to know that
I intend to hold you for the longest time
Whoa-oh-oh (for the longest)
For the longest time…
"Can you excuse us, please?" Blaine asked the rest of the group. They all sort of dispersed, and Blaine and Sebastian went backstage. "Do you mean all that?"
"Do you mean everything you were singing?" Sebastian asked. Blaine nodded. "Yes, I do."
"And you love me?" Blaine asked. Sebastian nodded.
"Yeah, I do," Sebastian admitted finally.
"I want to give you a chance, Sebastian," Blaine sighed. "I really do."
"But?" Sebastian asked.
"No buts," Blaine said, standing on his tippy toes so Sebastian's face was sort of in the realm of kissing space. Sebastian ducked his head to meet Blaine's lips for a brief kiss, no tongue.
"What about Kurt?" Sebastian asked.
"I don't know," Blaine said honestly. "I don't even know if I want to know. I love him, but I want you."
"That's comforting? I think?" Sebastian guessed. Blaine was suddenly overwhelmed by the urge to be held and buried his face in Sebastian's chest, hugging him around the middle. Sebastian smiled, wrapping his arms around Blaine, and putting his chin on top of Blaine's head. "Blaine?"
"Yeah?" Blaine said, muffled.
"Are you okay? You're burning up," Sebastian said, backing off suddenly, and feeling Blaine's forehead.
"No, I'm fine," Blaine insisted, although now that Sebastian got a good look at him, he looked like he probably had mono as well.
"Aw crap," Sebastian sighed. "I gave you mono too. I'm sorry."
"No, I don't have mono, I'm fine," Blaine insisted. "I'm just tired. And freezing." Sebastian shed his blazer and put it around Blaine's shoulders. It looked like a circus tent on him. Okay, I'm exaggerating their size difference quite a bit, but I mean, honestly.
"You should get back to bed and take some of the medicine I got for Hunter," Sebastian said, pulling Blaine to his side, trying to make him feel warmer, even though he was already burning to the touch.
"I'm fine," Blaine said again, although he shivered.
"Hey, hey," Sebastian cooed softly, "jump." Blaine jumped up and Sebastian picked up his legs so that he was carrying Blaine, Blaine's arms around Sebastian's neck, Blaine's head crooked in beside Sebastian's, laying on his shoulder, so close their cheeks were touching. Blaine's flesh was hot on Sebastian's. Sebastian walked slowly back onstage. "Blaine has mono, I'm gonna put him to bed. Thad, can you go to the computer lab and print out a bunch of sheet music for Bohemian Rhapsody? I'll be back in a little bit."
"I'm fine," Blaine mumbled, but he was quickly falling asleep in Sebastian's arms.
"Don't drop him," Nick advised as Sebastian left the auditorium.
Blaine, despite Sebastian's protests, was back at rehearsal the next afternoon, playing the piano for their rendition of Bohemian Rhapsody.
"So, uh, I heard Wes is coming to town," Nick said.
"Yeah, he said he'll be here this weekend," David said. "I told him we're performing at Breadstix Saturday night. We are, right?"
"Yep," Sebastian said. "If Blaine can stay awake long enough to play the piano."
"My throat hurts," Blaine whined quietly. Sebastian sighed.
"Baby, I told you to sleep today," Sebastian said quietly, kneeling on the ground next to where Blaine was actually laying down on the piano bench, because he was that tiny. Sebastian rubbed Blaine's cheek with his thumb and Blaine tried to smile weakly at him.
"Are we going to talk about this or are we going to pretend we don't see it?" Nick asked Jeff in an undertone.
"You're suggesting we should ignore the cutest thing that has happened to the Warblers since you two got together?" Thad asked. "Please, we should celebrate."
"We're not dating and I can hear you," Blaine and Sebastian said at basically the same time, though what Blaine said was barely audible.
I mean, really, if only Tina was here to spread vapo-rub on Blaine's chest while he's sleeping, he'd be feeling better in no time. (THAT WAS A PHASE.)
"One more run," Blaine said, sitting up and yawning.
"Okay, then you're going to bed," Sebastian said. "One more time, guys!"
"One, two, three, four," Thad called.
Is this the real life?
Is this just fantasy?
Caught in a landslide
No escape from reality
Blaine made his way back to the dorms, barely making it back into his room before his legs didn't want to work anymore. He flipped the light switch, and Hunter groaned.
"Headache," Hunter moaned, rolling over to shield his eyes from the light.
"Sorry," Blaine mumbled.
"Where's Sebastian?" Hunter whined.
"Being an asshole somewhere else," Blaine said.
"I want soup."
"Mono is a viral infection, soup doesn't help," Blaine replied.
"Then what am I supposed to do?" Hunter asked.
"Stop whining, suck it up, and go about your life," Blaine said, matter-of-factly.
"Excuse you," Hunter said. "I'm sick."
"You think I'm not?" Blaine tried to yell, but his throat hurt. "Sebastian gave it to me too, same as you, same as Beats."
"Ugh, I don't even want to think about where he got it from," Hunter groaned.
"Who knows," Blaine said, hanging his blazer on the back of the door and shivering. He finished undressing and slipped on some pajamas, before turning out the lights again and climbing into Sebastian's bed.
"Why do you even have your own bed?" Hunter asked.
"I don't know," Blaine said, pulling the blankets up to his nose. There was a long silence. "Still cold." He got out of bed again and reached for the nearest sweatshirt, pulling it on. It was far too long on him, and he realized it was Sebastian's, but couldn't bring himself to care. He got back in bed and easily fell asleep.
When Blaine woke up, Sebastian was next to him, crowded in behind him, arms wrapped right around him. Hunter was sitting at his desk, trying to make sense of his homework. Blaine wiggled and tried to roll over so he was facing Sebastian, but Sebastian's grip was too tight.
"Sebastian," Blaine whined. Sebastian's grip immediately loosened.
"Sorry, killer," Sebastian said. "Just trying to keep you warm."
"I'm too warm now," Blaine said, kicking his way out of the blankets and stripping off Sebastian's sweatshirt.
"Sebastian, I can't even read this," Hunter whined. "Why'd you have to give me mono?"
"I didn't know I had it," Sebastian said, defensively. "If I'd known, I certainly wouldn't have infected all three of you on the same day."
"You're such a whore," Blaine mumbled, sitting on the floor of the room, because it was cold, and he was hot.
"I like fun," Sebastian said with a shrug. "It's not like I did it on purpose. Jeez, I didn't even know I had it." He rolled out of bed with a thump, picking up the sweatshirt that Blaine had been wearing and pulling it on over his bare chest. "Lemme see this homework." He took a look at it, then tugged the pencil from Hunter's hand and began to solve the math problems for him.
"Good you can do mine next," Blaine mumbled.
"I'm not doing your homework if you feel well enough to go against all logic and come to rehearsal," Sebastian said.
"I'm the Captain, I have to go," Blaine said.
"No, you should be in bed," Sebastian instructed. "I bet Hunter feels better already, don't you, Hunt?" Hunter just grunted, taking a dive from his desk chair back into his bed. "How did I go from being the most irresponsible guy in the universe to having two sick children in a matter of days?" Sebastian asked no one.
"Probably because you actually are nice, even if you try to hide it," Blaine said, shivering again and climbing back into Sebastian bed, pulling the covers up to his nose. Sebastian snorted. There was silence except for Sebastian's humming Bohemian Rhapsody while he did Hunter's calculus homework. Finally:
"Okay, done," Sebastian said. "Anything else?"
"Yeah, read pages 123-147 in my history book and tell me what it was about in case we have a quiz," Hunter said.
"Oh, same," Blaine said.
"Shall I go to your classes and take your tests for you too?" Sebastian asked, sarcastically, but reaching for the history textbook anyway.
"If you want to," Blaine said.
"Chapter Six: The 1940's. Section One: The London Blitz," Sebastian read. "Hunt, if you even tried to watch Doctor Who with us, you would know everything there is to know about the blitz."
"Truth," Blaine said.
"Shut it," Hunter said. Sebastian sighed and began to read the textbook out loud, his own homework already finished and ready for the next day.
"You know, it's cute," Nick said, finally standing up from his place on the floor next to the listening wall.
"Sure," Jeff shrugged. "I mean, if you're into polyamory…"
"Come on," Nick said, rolling his eyes. "Sebastian and Blaine are cute together!"
"Kurt. We like Kurt!" Jeff insisted. "My God, what is your problem?"
"My problem is they're cute!" Nick whined. "It's too adorable, I can't handle it."
"Let me get this straight…" Jeff said. "You actually like Sebastian now?"
"No!" Nick said immediately. "I hate him. But I think it's cute to see this side of him, all cuddly and adorbs."
"I don't," Jeff said, pulling his knees to his chest. Nick looked over at his boyfriend, overwhelmed with a sudden urge to wrap his arms around him. "I like when you're cuddly and adorbs."
"I like when we're cuddly and adorbs too," Nick said, wrapping his arms around his boyfriend and planting kisses all over his face.
"The sooner we're out of here the better," Jeff said with a hard sniff.
"Don't say it like that," Nick said. "We love Dalton, we love the Warblers, we love Blaine."
"I'm sick of looking at these walls, I'm sick of being in this room, I'm sick of looking at this goddam blazer, I just want to go home," Jeff said, rocking back and forth on the floor. Nick tried his best to squeeze Jeff into a hug.
"It's okay, baby," Nick said. "It's okay. We can go to your house this weekend if you want to."
"I don't want to go to my house," Jeff said. "I want to go to our house. I want it to be the future already, I want to have a garden and a fence and our two kids." Nick exhaled heavily, rubbing Jeff's back. "I want to forget about this stupid school, and all the stupid people."
"You don't mean that," Nick cooed softly.
"Yes, I do," Jeff said.
"No, you don't," Nick said. "What about Trent? And Blaine?"
"Okay, we can keep Trent and Blaine, but only because they were our first children," Jeff agreed.
"Okay," Nick agreed. "You know what I bet would cheer you up."
"What's that?"
"Thursday breakfast shenanigans."
"Oh, my God, I cannot believe you still do Thursday breakfast shenanigans," Blaine laughed, pulling the scrambled eggs out of Sebastian's hair, as Nick and Jeff, both wearing badass aviator sunglasses, sat down across from them, quite pleased with themselves.
"You know it, breh," Nick said.
"All I ever did was try to be helpful," Sebastian bemoaned. "Why me?" Nick clicked a picture of Sebastian, scrambled eggs in his hair and all over his blazer, his arms out in the universal gesture for 'why me?'.
"This is going on the internet," Nick said. Sebastian just continued his list of things he hasn't done to deserve eggs in his hair, then Hunter showed up, sitting on the other side of Sebastian, taking one look at him, then snorting.
"The eggs go in your mouth, Bas," Hunter remarked.
"Yeah, I know that," Sebastian sighed, brushing the last of the egg off his blazer.
"Well, well, well, look who showed up for breakfast," Nick said. "Hunter James Clarington."
"How do you know my middle name?" Hunter asked.
"Please," Nick scoffed. "We know everything." He folded his arms and turned away from Jeff, who did the same, so their backs pressed together in what they obviously thought was a badass movement.
"How come neither of you have mono?" Hunter groaned, putting his face down on the table.
"Neither one of us feels the need to exchange bodily fluids with Sebastian," Jeff said.
"We were sharing a drink while we watched TV," Hunter said with a frown.
"Sure," Nick said, trying really hard to contain a snort and the whole stream of giggles that came to him.
"Are you at least feeling better?" Sebastian asked Hunter. Hunter shook his head. "What about Blaine?"
"I'm not sick," Blaine insisted once again. Sebastian put his hand to Blaine's forehead.
"No fever," Sebastian said. "Finally."
"I'm not sick!" Blaine insisted, but the way he wasn't eating anything told everyone otherwise.
"How are you so good at taking care of sick people?" Blaine asked.
"Practice," Sebastian said with a small smile.
"Wouldn't have thought you for the type," Blaine said.
"What type would that be?"
"Type that cared," Blaine said. Sebastian wouldn't deny, he was a little hurt. "About other people, you know."
"I have quite a bit of care in me, you should know," Sebastian replied.
"Yeah, for me, but what about Hunter and Beats? Gonna tell me you're in love with them too?" Blaine asked. Sebastian frowned.
"You know it's not like that," Sebastian said.
"Yeah? What else do I know?" Blaine asked. "Leave me alone." He rolled over in Sebastian's bed, pulling the blankets over his head. Blaine heard some shuffling, then the door opened and shut. Sebastian was gone.
When Blaine showed up for practice at 5, he couldn't help but note that Sebastian was curiously still missing, but Hunter was back (Beats still felt like shit, his head was all clogged up, the nurse seemed to think he had mono and a completely unrelated sinus infection now).
"Where's Sebastian?" Blaine asked.
"If I had a nickel for every time I've had to answer that question at the beginning of practice, I'd have at least two dollars by now," Hunter said.
"But where is he?" Blaine asked.
"You can have one guess," Hunter said. Scandals. Blaine surveyed the room, then left, pulling his keys from his pocket as he did so. "No, you can't leave! How do you expect me to run anything without the both of you?!" But Blaine was already breaking into a run, headed for the parking lot. If Sebastian had gone to Scandals, then it was Blaine fault, and Blaine's responsibility to go get him.
Sure enough, when he got there, he saw Sebastian on the dance floor sandwiched between some attractive young men, none of which could seem to take their hands off him. It was easy to see why – Sebastian was wearing nothing but leather pants and his Dalton tie (and shoes, of course). After words, Sebastian consented himself to be dragged out of the bar and over to Blaine's house.
Before Blaine really knew what was going on, he was letting Sebastian fuck him right there on the living room carpet, then Blaine's phone was ringing – it had hardly been an hour since he'd left the school, but there was Hunter, right on schedule.
"If you two miss another rehearsal, I swear!" Hunter shouted without pretense.
"Yeah, yeah," Blaine said. "What are you gonna do, suspend us? You haven't got a shot in the dark at winning Regionals without us."
"The other Warblers are getting uppity, thinking I give the two of you special treatment," Hunter continued to shout.
"Fine, as soon as I find my underwear, I will bring Sebastian right back to school," Blaine said, rolling his eyes.
"You're disgusting," Hunter said, before hanging up.
Ladies and Gentlemen, Breadstix is proud to announce tonight's entertainment: The musical styling of the Dalton Academy Warblers!
The lights came up on the Warblers, on the mini-stage at Breadstix. Beats was back, he'd been feeling better Friday afternoon, so Thad wasn't at the drumset. Blaine was still behind the piano, though, he signaled the Warblers, just as Wes had always done.
Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy?
Caught in a landslide, no escape from reality
Sebastian stepped forward from the rest of the group, he really was fantastic at this song, like he'd been practicing all his life.
I'm just a poor boy, I need no sympathy
Blaine shot a look at the audience, sure enough, there was Wes in the back of the restaurant, giant smile on his face.
Mama… Just killed a man…
Put a gun against his head
Pulled my trigger, now he's dead
Mama… Life had just begun
But now I've gone and thrown it all away
Mama… Ooh…
Didn't mean to make you cry
If I'm not back again this time tomorrow
Carry on, carry on…
As if nothing really matters…
Sebastian sure could get emotional when he was singing songs. Maybe he was thinking about that time he'd accidentally hucked a slushee at Blaine, maybe he'd had to explain to his mother why he was suspended or something. Blaine realized he actually knew very little about Sebastian or what had happened the previous year, except what Trent had told him (which Blaine had thought at the time was an abbreviated truth, and still thought so) when he'd come to visit him after the slushee incident. Knowing Trent, Kurt had allowed him access to Blaine. Because let's face it, who wouldn't trust Trent?
I'm just a poor boy, nobody loves me
(He's just a poor boy, from a poor family
Spare him his life from this monstrosity)
Easy come, easy go, will you let me go?
The only regret Blaine could think of was not having anyone with a voice range high enough to put in another harmony (read: Kurt). (Speaking of, I can barely hit that highest note on a good day, but I'm sure Kurt could with no problem because let's face it, he's a rockstar.)
So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye?
So you think you can love me and leave me to die?
Ohh, baby, can't do this to me baby
Just gotta get out, just gotta get right out of here
Can we just talk about how I really want the Warblers with Sebastian in the lead to do this song now? Fuck you, Vocal Adrenaline for already doing it. Shakes fist at Jesse St. James.
Nothing really matters, anyone can see
Nothing really matters, nothing really matters
To me…
Blaine shot another look at the crowd, Wes looked really impressed.
Any way the wind blows…
The audience erupted in cheers. In addition to Wes, most of the New Directions were there, including Sam, who despite his problems with Sebastian, wolf-whistled loudly. The Warblers all high-fived each other and hopped off the stage, crowding into the back of the restaurant.
"Really, really awesome, guys," Wes said, slapping five with David, and pulling Nick for a hug, as they were the two closest to him.
"Um, Sebastian, Hunter, this is Wes Montgomery," Blaine introduced. "He was us before we were. Wes, this is Sebastian and Hunter, Head of the Council, and Vice Captain, respectively, and both amazing soloists." Wes shook hands with Hunter and Sebastian.
"Nice to meet you," Wes said. "From the texts I was getting from David, I was expecting a little more evil." David looked mortified, but fortunately Nick and Trent came to his aid.
"That was last year," Nick tried to explain.
"Blaine's back now," Trent said. "When we get to Nationals, you're going to be there right?"
"Absolutely, just tell me when and where," Wes said, hugging Trent as well. "Any chance of an encore? Blaine?" It was obvious Wes had come to see Blaine perform with his babies once again.
"Actually, yeah," Blaine said, pulling on Jeff's hand as he headed for the stage. "Guitar." He tapped Finn on the shoulder as well, "Drums?" Finn nodded.
"Oh I see how it is," Thad called sarcastically. Blaine hopped up on the stage, and while his 'band' set up, he threw his blazer over a mic stand, picking up a studded leather jacket and a hat.
"He had this planned," Nick said. "That little shit." Blaine began an encore performance of Don't Stop Me Now, and, of course, killed it, because let's face it here, he's Blaine freaking Anderson. The audience cheered again.
"Can I have all the Warblers onstage for a minute here?" Blaine asked. "That includes you, Wes." Wes blushed, disentangled himself from his girlfriend, and joined the Warblers onstage. "And how about the New Directions, can I have you too?" The New Directions kids that were there (Sam, Artie, Tina, Unique, Brittany, Jake, Ryder, Marley, and Kitty) all came up to the stage too. Finn stood up from the drumset, and Jeff put down his guitar. With all 26 of them on the stage, it was a little cramped. "One last song for tonight, guys." He whispered something in Beats' ear, and Beats smiled, nodding.
There is freedom within, there is freedom without
Try to catch the damage in a paper cup
There's a battle ahead, many battles are lost
But you'll never see the end of the road while you're traveling with me
Hey now, hey now, don't dream it's over
Hey now, hey now, when the world caves in
They come, they come to build a wall between us
We know they won't win
It seemed like Blaine had done it, merged all his friends. The song ended, then Blaine's phone rang. He stepped offstage to answer it.
"Hello?"
"I got into NYADA," was the greeting from the other side. Blaine smiled.
A/N: Yay. I like this chapter a ton.
Leave me a review saying how awesome I am. I love those. Or don't review. You don't have to, I guess. I'll keep writing anyway.
Samantha.
Next time: Truth or Dare, Seblaine, and the Spice Girls!