I need help! I don't know what songs each club should sing for Sectionals. I was thinking about Moves Like Jagger for the Warblers, or maybe a mash-up of Maroon 5 songs. But I also think they could sing the Rocketeer or Rhythm of Love. As for the New Directions, I could do a multitude of things for them, but I would love your suggestions. Please leave any ideas you may have in Reviews!
Thank you for the reviews of the last chapter. And again sorry for the wait. I'm going to try to get a lot of writing done over the break, but finals are fast approaching.
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Songs: "Can't Take My Eyes Off You" – Frankie Valli / Jersey Boys
Previously…
Kurt stood up quickly and gathered up his stuff.
"I have to go!" He called over his shoulder as he rushed out of the room.
Wes and David shared a knowing look.
…
The five Warblers laughed hysterically at their poorly executed plan that actually seemed to work.
Kurt's hand paused on the handle of his navigator. He was back in the parking lot of the school he had left nearly a year ago. He berated himself for the hesitation. He had been here a few short weeks ago and nothing had happened.
But he had had Wes and David then. Now he would have to walk those halls alone. The halls where he was still welcome.
Kurt took a deep breath and felt the old but familiar mask slip easily into place; mask portraying a calm and confident teen, not the fear and uncertainty that was brewing within the boy. Fake smile in place, he began to twirl the seven flowers in his hand. Six perfectly cut yellow roses bunched together with an equally beautiful white rose.
The countertenor left the safety of his car and made his way through the familiar halls of McKinley with a final destination in mind. As he turned the corner he heard the familiar noises of Brad tinkering with the piano and knew he had made it.
He paused outside the door to the choir room, peering in on his old friends and teacher. Rachel was whispering conspiratorially to Mr. Shue, no doubt about the solo she would like to perform for Sectionals.
Mercedes and Blaine looked to be deep in conversation, though the topic must have been interesting because they were both blushing furiously. Kurt smiled smugly as he took in Blaine's outfit choice. The other teen was wearing dark jeans paired with a deep green turtleneck. The green of the shirt brought out the small emerald flecks hidden in Blaine's hazel eyes, but the collar of the shirt just barely covered the purple bruise Kurt knew to be located high on the other teens neck.
Sam was talking to Artie and Finn, but kept looking beyond the boy's head at a certain dark diva. Sam gave a determined nod but hesitated as he stood, causing the chair to screech along the floor. All eyes were now on him.
"Sam?" Mr. Shue questioned.
Sam's smile was small and his cheeks were tinted pink.
"Um, Mr. Shue, there is a song I would like to sing."
Mr. Shue nodded and smiled softly.
"You have the floor Sam."
Sam lifted the guitar that was resting on the floor and sat on a seat facing the risers. Finn smiled goofily as he too got up and walked over to the drum set.
"So I'm somewhat new to glee club, but I have known Kurt for a while, and well he never could shut up about it."
The room gave a small chuckle. Kurt didn't say anything for he was still peering through the door unnoticed, but couldn't suppress his eye roll. He didn't talk that much.
"But you see, I really like this girl," Sam looked directly at Mercedes, "and I know that you guys like to sing about your feelings. Or at least Kurt said you did, and I swear to God the guys at Dalton are so sick of hearing Teenage Dream being blasted from room 113."
Sam shot a sly wink at Blaine who blushed furiously. Blaine looked timidly around the room, tugging on the collar of his shirt nervously hoping no one understood what Sam was implying. Especially Rachel.
"So, I was coerced by said Diva to sing this song." Sam looked up from the guitar and took a deep shaky breathe. He then looked right at Mercedes, "This is for you."
Sam began a soft tune on the guitar and Kurt vaguely recognized it as one of the oldie songs Sam used to play in their room when it was his night to use the IPod dock. Artie wheeled himself over to the small radio and put a cd in the player. Finn and Brad filled in the rest of the tune on the drums and piano.
Kurt smiled as he realized which song it was. Leave it to an ex-prep school boy to serenade a crush with a song from the sixties. It was a sweet song though, and Kurt had to admit Mercedes would melt into a puddle of appropriately love struck goo while Sam was singing.
Artie pressed play on the radio and the opening notes to Frankie Valli's beautiful song filled the room. Sam's eyes became wide and his face turned pale. He opened his mouth to sing but at the last moment closed it. His breathes came out shaky. The New Directions were looking on with both concern and encouragement. Sam's hand stuttered on one of the notes and Kurt knew his friend was about to back out of the song.
Oh no you don't Sam! You are not chickening out of this song. You are going to woo my girl if it's the last thing you do!
Brad and Finn sent Sam confused looks and played the opening notes again while Artie restarted the disk. Kurt justified singing such a song because it was for his two best friends and it technically was a Broadway song ever since Jersey Boys opened in 2005. Kurt stepped into the room with determination and took matters into his own hands.
You're just too good to be true
Can't take my eyes off of you
Everyone's eyes snapped to the door where Kurt was standing. His voice was lower from not being warmed up properly but it suited the song. Sam sent a thankful look to his best friend. The countertenor gestured for the blonde to sing with him.
You'd be like heaven to touch
I wanna hold you so much
Kurt stopped singing, which caused Sam to panic slightly. The countertenor sent an encouraging smile to Sam, who kept singing.
At long last love has arrived
And I thank God I'm alive
You're just too good to be true
Can't take my eyes off of you
Sam began to get into the song. His eyes closed and he was feeling the song. Kurt smiled broadly at his friend. He looked back to the flowers in his hand, which were thankfully still intact.
Pardon the way that I stare
There's nothing else to compare
The sight of you leaves me weak
There are no words left to speak
Kurt looked over to Blaine, who had been staring at him since he walked through the door. The countertenor smirked and winked at the curly headed boy. Blaine sent a nervous glance towards Rachel, but she was too busy alternating between staring at Mercedes with envy and glaring at Finn. Then Kurt got an idea.
But if you feel like I feel
Please let me know that it's real
Kurt walked over to Rachel and grabbed her hand. He handed the roses to a surprised Finn, but plucked one yellow flower from the bunch to keep in his hand. He tugged Rachel gently out of her seat and began to twirl her to the beat.
You're just too good to be true
Can't take my eyes off of you
He and Rachel picked up a slightly faster dance staying with the beat. Rachel surprised everyone by giggling light heartedly, a rare thing as of late. Kurt gave Rachel a final spin which landed her back next to Finn. He grabbed his flowers back from Finn, giving a yellow rose to a smiling Rachel. Kurt turned to Sam and lightly tossed one of the yellow roses to the blonde. Sam fumbled as he reached for the flower but thankfully caught it. He set down his guitar and sent a confused look toward his best friend. Kurt gestured towards Mercedes. A look of understanding passed through the blonde's eyes. Kurt would have face palmed, if he had not known what the oil on his hand could do to the skin on his face.
I love you baby and if it's quite all right
I need you baby to warm the lonely nights
Sam strolled confidently towards Mercedes like a true Dalton boy and got down on his knee, offering her the flower. He belted the next part of the song.
I love you baby, trust in me when I say
Oh pretty baby, don't bring me down I pray
Kurt held out a rose to a shyly smiling Tina. She took and brought it to her lips, allowing its sweet smell to drift to her nose.
Oh pretty baby, now that I've found you stay
And let me love you baby, let me love you
Kurt walked to the higher bleachers where Quinn was sitting. Quinn's eyes glistened and she took the beautiful flower and kissed his cheek softly.
You're just too good to be true
Can't take my eyes off of you
You'd be like heaven to touch
I wanna hold you so much
Kurt stepped down back to the floor and stood in front of Santana and Brittany. Santana grabbed the white rose in his hand but he took it in stride. Firmly taking it back and replacing it with a yellow rose. He rolled his eyes when she smirked mischievously.
At long last love has arrived
And I thank God I'm alive
You're just too good to be true
Can't take my eyes off of you
Kurt then knelt down to give Brittany her yellow rose. The blonde stared at it for a moment in awe before launching herself at Kurt. Kurt chuckled but placed the blonde back in her chair whispering in her ear.
"Sorry boo, but I have one more rose to give away."
Kurt danced to the beat, smiling as he saw Mercedes and Sam dancing out of the corner of his eye. He made his way over to where Blaine was now standing alone and offered his hand to the other boy. The rest of the New Directions watched on with shock as Blaine smiled widely and allowed for Kurt to pull him up to dance.
I love you baby and if it's quite all right
I need you baby to warm the lonely nights
Kurt knew he would probably get an earful from his friends for keeping his relationship a secret, but he honestly couldn't care when Blaine fit perfectly in his arms.
I love you baby, trust in me when I say
Oh pretty baby, don't bring me down I pray
Oh pretty baby, now that I've found you stay
And let me love you baby, let me love you
Kurt stopped there dance and dropped back to his knee. He knew he would regret it later when he saw the amount of dirt his uniform pants had collected from McKinley's floor. He held out the single white rose to Blaine.
You're just too good to be true
Blaine held the rose delicately with his fingers, smiling thoughtfully as he studied it. Kurt looked over to see Sam and Mercedes in their own little world.
"You know," Kurt remarked coyly, "Brittany hugged me when she got her rose and Quinn kissed me."
"Are you implying something, Mr. Warbler?"
"Well..." Kurt trailed off.
Blaine pulled Kurt to his feet with strength Kurt had not known he possessed and pressed Kurt's lips to his own. Kurt pulled away resting his forehead against the younger boy's.
"What are you doing here?" Blaine whispered sounding slightly dazed from the kiss.
"I realized that I need to tell you something, because I… really like you and I lo-," Kurt breathed deeply, "I trust you."
Blaine looked into Kurt's eyes for a moment, as if trying to search for any false sentiment. When all he saw was the raw honesty in Kurt's eyes, he pressed his lips to Kurt's once more, but this time with a lot more passion. Kurt's hand tangled its way through Blaine's curls.
Mr. Shu cleared his throat loudly, his face portraying how uncomfortable he felt.
"Wanky wanky," Santana catcalled.
Blaine blushed but Kurt smiled smugly. Dalton had given him confidence in who he was, and he was no longer embarrassed of showing affection. He had walked in on Jeff and Nick way to many times to be acceptable.
Kurt looked over his shoulder at the Latina.
"Jealous, much."
"You know it Porcelain. All the sexy ones are gay."
Kurt winked playfully, "You know it."
Now Mr. Shu looked really uncomfortable.
"Kurt, man, what are you doing here?"
Kurt looked over to Sam.
"Saving your butt apparently. Even after that lovely introduction you had."
Sam eyes widened slightly and he grinned sheepishly. He rubbed nervously at the back of his neck.
"You heard that, huh?"
"Mhm."
Kurt's eyes shone brightly as he took in the clasped hands of his two best friends.
"You owe me big time Evans."
Sam brought Mercedes hand up to his lips and kissed the back of her hand. Mercedes blushed like a school girl.
"Whatever you want Kurtsie, whatever you want."
Kurt tapped a finger to his chin playfully.
"That is a dangerous offer, my friend," Blaine chuckled.
Kurt quickly wrapped his arms around Blaine's middle and pulled the shorter boy towards him. Blaine's back was pressed to Kurt's front.
"Hey, you're supposed to be on my side. Some boyfriend you are."
"Wait, so like, are you two, together?"
Kurt looked cautiously towards the rest of the glee club.
"Um, yes."
"Is that why my dolphin's neck looks like he was attacked by an Octopus? Did Blaine take him swimming as a date?"
Everyone turned to Brittany with puzzled expressions. But Brittany just smiled.
"My dolphin's neck is purple and blue, see. Look."
Finn's eyes then caught sight of a blotch of purple peeking out slightly from the collar of Kurt's shirt.
"Please tell me that's make-up or something."
Kurt's hand flew to his neck and he blushed. Okay so he was still slightly embarrassed with showing affection. He mentally cursed himself for not covering it before he left Dalton.
"Um-"
"Wanky!"
"Never mind! I don't need details!"
"Oh, but I would. Come, talk to Auntie Tana."
"Yo, respect man."
Puck walked up to the couple, holding a fist out to Blaine.
"Puck as much as I want to, I have a feeling that acknowledging it will get me in trouble."
"You would be correct," Kurt deadpanned as he looked at Puck's outstretched hand with disdain.
Artie motioned as if cracking a whip, complete with sound effects. Blaine rolled his eyes, but found he could not deny it. He knew he would do anything for the boy who currently had one arm wrapped around his waist.
"Wait! Wait! Wait! You guys can't be together! You could trick Blaine into give out our clubs secrets!"
Kurt frowned at the girl but took a deep breathe. She doesn't mean it, Kurt. She had a horrible past experience, she's just afraid of history repeating itself. It's not personal.
Kurt was about to respond but was shocked when someone beat him to the punch.
"Rachel, stop right now. White boy is finally getting some happiness back; we have no right to take it away. And before you interrupt me like I know you want to just think. They wouldn't be on opposing sides had we better friends last year."
Mercedes and Rachel seemed locked in a staring contest. The eyes of the New Directions members all became down cast and their expressions remorseful.
Rachel then realized something.
"Wait, why aren't you all surprised?"
Mercedes crossed her arms.
"They weren't afraid to tell me they were together because they knew I wouldn't accuse Kurt of seducing Blaine for a purpose of gaining inside information."
"Okay…," Mr. Shu finally interrupted. "That was great Sam! And that gives me a great idea for next week's assignment!"
Blaine felt Kurt's arms tighten around his midsection. His eyes widened at Mercedes' words. Did Rachel really think that Kurt would do something like that? His beautiful boyfriend had just driven a long way from Dalton and serenaded the glee club, giving flowers to all of the girls and him. Why couldn't Rachel understand that Kurt actually cared about him?
Blaine felt Kurt's chin rest on his shoulder, the countertenor's lips right next to his ear. The two boys seeped to be in their own little world, not really listening to what was going on around them.
"Blaine, please don't listen to her." Kurt whispered, a sense of desperation leaking through his voice. "I swear to you I am not with you for something so trivial. I really care about you Blaine."
"Mr. Shu," Rachel exclaimed, "Sectionals is in two weeks! Shouldn't we solidify our set list? I'm sure the Warblers already have their songs perfected."
Blaine turned himself in Kurt's arms. He reached with one hand up to cup his cheek gently. He rested their foreheads together, simply staring into Kurt's gorgeous glass eyes.
"Rachel we usually do mash-ups around this time. We need a week to loosen up before we crack down on our Sectionals set list. This year I think we should change it up a bit. Do something new."
"I really care about you too, Kurt," Blaine whispered.
Kurt's eyes glistened, the unshed tears making his eyes a brilliant sapphire blue color.
"Good," the countertenor proclaimed with a soft giggle.
The two were snapped out of their world with Mr. Shu's next words.
"Alright guys next week your assignment is Broadway. I want each of you to perform a song that is on Broadway currently or has been on Broadway at one point."
Rachel's mood brightened instantaneously.
"Mr. Shu, I think that's a great idea. There are so many roles that have graced the famous theatres that make up the identity that is Broadway. It is my aspiration to one day perform on those stages as well but I can take this opportunity as a practice as to what my audition will sound like. The only hardship this assignment will begrudge me is whether to sing the heart wrenchingly beautiful son "On My Own" from Les Miserables or perhaps-"
"No one cares, man hands."
"Santana," Finn chided but the Latina was not deferred.
"Oh please, not even you were listening to her, Frankenteen."
Santana sat back in her chair, linking her pinky with the blonde cheerleader to her right.
"Aww, Mr. Shu! How could you pick Broadway now when I am at Dalton? I rallied for Broadway ever since that creep Mr. Ryerson was the director."
Blaine looked up at the boy currently holding him around the waist with one arm. He was so incredibly adorable, and beautiful, and fashionable, and perfectly human.
The club chuckled at Kurt's whine, but there was an undercurrent of awkwardness to the sound.
"Mr. Shu," Tina called softly, "Are we allowed to work with partners or in small groups?"
"Good question. You are allowed to sing duets if you want. You are also allowed to help more than one member with back up if the song calls for it. But I really want each of you to showcase your talents. I will base my choice for solos on next week's performances."
"It's too bad we can't have outside help," Blaine whispered. "I would love to sing a duet with you."
Kurt smiled, "I wish you were here last year."
Blaine wanted to question Kurt on this, but was interrupted.
"Alright guys, I will see you all Monday. Have a good weekend and start working on your assignments!"
The room began to empty out, the teens calling to each other that they would see each other on Monday.
Two boys were left standing in the choir room.
"So," Blaine drawled, twirling the flower between his fingers. "You said you have something to tell me."