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Chapter two
*Blaine*
After the first meeting of the Warblers ends, I rush to my dorm room. When I enter, I throw my book-bag on my bed and shrug out of my blazer. I then take out my cell and press 2 for Dave's cell.
"S'up," Dave answers after the fifth ring.
"David, must you butcher the English language like that?" I reprimand lightly, getting comfortable on my bed.
Dave chuckles. "Fine. Salutations, Blaine Anderson," he says exaggeratedly formal.
I laugh. "Okay, that sounded weird coming from you. 'S'up' works for me."
"Good. So, what's up? I'm still in the locker room," Dave says. It's a warning, because I've heard some conversations from the guys in the background that I really wish I could un-hear.
"Want me to call you back?" I ask.
"Nah. Almost everyone's gone; your mind's eye should be safe," he says amused. "I'm just waiting for Zee. He has some business to take care of before he gives me a ride home."
"Drug deal?" I joke.
"Racist much?" Dave accuses lightly.
"I think for you to point out that what I said is racist actually makes you the racist. Also, it's Azimio. He's not exactly angelic," I state faintly amused.
"No. He's not," Dave agrees, and then adds, thoughtfully, "Eh, drug dealing isn't an unfair assumption."
I laugh lightly. "I'm going to tell him you said that."
"I'm going to tell him you suggested it first," Dave counters.
"You know, I don't think he's gonna care much what you and I think of him. He's pretty much proud of everything he does," I say smiling. "Anyway, I didn't call to talk about Azimio and his un-angelic doings."
"What's going on?" Dave asks curiously.
"I'm back in the Warblers," I say proudly, and add elated, "Also, I got the first solo and Wes is actually considering some of my ideas."
"Awesome," Dave responds unenthusiastically.
I deflate a bit. "Thanks," I say moodily.
"Dude," Dave says, making it sound like an apology. "I knew you were going to get back into the Warblers, and get the first solo. You're amazing. And of course Wes is going to listen to your ideas; he knows the Warblers are nothing without you," he says sincerely.
I grin, appeased. "Feeding my ego more than makes up for your lackluster response."
Dave laughs. "So, was that it?"
"Trying to get me off the phone?" I ask a little disappointed.
"No," Dave answers. "I just thought that was all you wanted to tell me."
"Well, it was. But I also wanted to know how your day went," I say sincerely.
Dave is quiet for a minute before he says, sounding a little weary, "Classes are okay; had some really weird moments, and football sucks. I just finished trying out for the team, actually."
I frown. "Trying out? Aren't you already on the team?"
"Tanaka had a nervous breakdown over the summer and we got a new coach; Beiste. She wanted to start fresh," Dave explains. "We all had to tryout for our old positions with some new guys. Three are also trying out Right guard."
"That does suck," I sympathize. "But you're good. You have nothing to worry about."
"Still worried," Dave admits.
I roll my eyes. "You'll be back on the team, David," I impress.
Dave sighs. "If not, well, I always have hockey to fall back on," he says dejectedly, and then adds dolefully, "But I really like football."
"You just like the prestige," I remark dryly, lightly amused.
"That, too," Dave agrees easily. "Anyway, I won't find out if I made it back on the team until Friday; so, I guess it's pointless to be depressed right now."
"It is," I affirm and then pause. "Wait. Friday? This Friday?"
"No, Blaine. The third Friday of the first month of college," he says sardonically.
"Funny. I just meant you'll be finding out if you did or didn't make it back on the team on our birthday," I elaborate.
"Yeah. Why?" Dave asks slightly confused.
"Because if you get cut, I get to deal with a bitchy you," I complain.
"What happened to 'You have nothing to worry about. You'll be back on the team'?" Dave says irritated and offended.
"Sorry. Pessimistic moment," I apologize quickly. "Really, you'll get back on the team Friday and we'll celebrate that, too," I say cheerful and sincere.
"Or I'll just hang myself. Whatever," Dave says flippantly.
I roll my eyes. "David, it's not the end of the world if you don't get back on the team," I say reproachful, but as comfortingly as I can. "Like you said, there's hockey," I encourage, and then add casually, "Or, if you don't want to go back to hockey, there are other things you can do. Like, Glee."
I can feel him tense, and I wait for him to either snap at me or hang up on me.
"Dave?" I say unsurely when he is still quiet.
"Oh, that's right," Dave says suddenly, sounding oddly chipper. "I forgot to tell you."
"What?" I ask warily. I'm expecting a "fuck you" or "fuck off" and then to be hung up on.
"I signed up to tryout for Glee," Dave says.
That shocks the hell out of me. I was definitely not expecting that. "What?" I say stunned and unsure.
"Yeah. We've been arguing about it for a little over a year now, and I thought what the hell, I might as well give it a shot," Dave explains.
"Oh my, God! Really? Seriously? Dave, that's great!" I say grinning hugely, absolutely delighted and proud of him. "When do you tryout? What song are you going to sing?" I ask excitedly.
"Tomorrow. After Cheerleading tryouts," Dave say exaggeratedly excited.
My mood goes south fast and I scowl deeply as Dave then laughs hysterically.
Fuck me. I should have expected that. "I fucking hate you," I growl, livid.
"I can't believe you actually believed me," Dave says through his laughter.
"You're an asshole," I snap sharply.
Dave calms. "Oh, come on. It was funny."
I don't respond and consider hanging up on him.
"Blaine?" Dave questions nervously. He sighs. "Sorry, okay?"
"You're still an asshole," I state, but forgive him. "I'm with you though, I can't believe I fell for that," I admit, minutely amused.
"I should take Drama," Dave jokes.
"You should get hit by a truck," I mutter.
Dave chuckles. "Sorry. I just saw the opportunity and had to take it."
"Yeah, well, next time you see an opportunity like that, let it go," I grumble.
"I make no promises," Dave says amused.
"Anyway, Friday," I say, changing the subject because I really feel like an idiot. Not that I should worry or care. It's Dave; he's a bigger idiot. Okay, maybe I haven't entirely forgiven him.
"I'm coming down with Zee after practice. If I have practice," Dave says.
"You'll have practice. And you better. It would insult me greatly if you ditched me for Xbox," I say sternly.
"Dude, I would not ditch you on our birthday for Xbox," Dave says seriously, faintly amused.
"Just a summer vacation to Italy," I accuse nonchalantly.
"I didn't…. What?" Dave says confused.
"Azimio spent the summer posting your scores and the 'funny moments' that happened in whatever game you guys were playing on Facebook," I explain. "FYI, they weren't that funny."
"Fucking Zee," Dave grumbles. "Unfriend him," he demands lightly.
"Nope. I need him to keep tabs on you since you don't update you page often," I state.
"I don't need to. I talk to all the people who are my friends on FB. It would be redundant to post statuses," Dave says. "And FYI back, I didn't ditch you this summer for Xbox and you know it," he says pointed.
"Ryan. I know," I sigh simply.
"Zee's back," Dave announces suddenly, unnecessarily, as I hear Azimio say, absolutely gleeful, "The dumpster should teach that freshman to compete with me for my position."
"Blaine's on the phone," Dave remarks to Azimio simply as I frown.
"Tell him I said 's'up'," Azimio says plainly, but does sound lightly ashamed. Although, I could be imagining the ashamed part.
"You heard?" Dave says to me.
"Yes. Tell him I'm very disappointed," I say seriously.
Dave repeats what I said. "Zee just shrugged," he tells me.
"Of course he did," I remark. "Anyway, I gotta go. Tons of homework."
"Sure. Later," Dave says simply and hangs up without waiting for my response.
I would be offended at the abrupt disconnection if Dave hadn't done it a billion times prior. I just sigh and place my phone on my bedside table. I then settle at my desk and start working on my mountain of homework, trying not to let myself be bothered by what Azimio did to that freshman or that Dave didn't stop him. Once again.
But it does bother me! Azimio is a great guy when he comes up with Dave. And Dave seems to be able to control him a bit when Azimio tries to start things with my friends. Why won't Dave do the same in school? How can Dave be friends with someone who bullies for fun? Why is Azimio even a bully?
I force myself to concentrate on my homework when I get nothing figured out; I never do. So, I just appease myself with 'At least Dave's nothing like Azimio.'