"Alright, so I know you've all started working on your songs already but I've decided to make a change."
"Mr. Schuester that's not fair!" Rachel shouted, ever the one to disagree.
"Look, it's time for something a little more challenging for you guys- fellas, you're going to sing songs traditionally sung by women, ladies songs by men- think of classic rock bands like The Rolling Stones of Aerosmith."
The group erupted into chaos but Blaine found himself smiling. Mr. Schuester clearly heard at least some of what he had said- even if it wasn't the most particularly important part of that conversation to take away.
"Boys, boys," Blaine said turning in his seat, in attempts to quiet the rowdy group down a little. "Don't worry I've got this one covered."
Blaine had combed through all his music any spare moment he had that day and had decided the best thing would be to do a Diana Ross mash up. So, he called a meeting for after school to discuss the details with the other boys.
"You want us to sing what?" Puck said staring at Blaine like he grown an extra head.
"Diana Ross." He replied with a smile. The boys stared back at him. This might be harder than Blaine originally thought. "I Will Survive, Ain't No Mountain High Enough"
"Isn't the point of this to do what no one is expecting and isn't you belting whatever song going to be exactly what is expected?" Artie commented.
The boys murmured in agreement and Blaine had to hold back a sigh. Puck nodded and said- "Yeah, why don't you make yourself really useful and go spy on Garblers-"
"-Warblers." Blaine corrected barely holding back his annoyance.
"Yeah, whatever they're called. Go spy on them, I'm sure you'll fit right in."
Blaine was as angry as he had been...well, since yesterday but he decided it wasn't worth the fight. He was tired of fighting, of caring so he just gave up.
"Fine." He said before grabbing his bag and storming out. He saw a Mike and Finn question is sudden agreement but at that moment he wanted nothing more to be anywhere near them.
Blaine got out his keys in preparation for going home- he needed to find an outfit that would be worthy of a private school uniform and while he wouldn't say that he wasn't fashionable, he knew for a fact his wardrobe leaned more towards casual.
I can't believe I'm doing this Blaine mumbled under his breath for what seemed like the thousandth time.
He had managed to convince his father that he was feeling under the weather and no, he didn't need to stay home from the garage to care for him- all so that Blaine could drive all the way to Westerville and not have to worry about school.
When Blaine walked up to the school, he couldn't believe how breath taking it was. The old stone buildings were set up on a hill on the back of sprawling land all guarded by gates. He had managed to get by without anyone stopping him and slipped in at an apparently rarely used entrance because had yet to see anyone...which led him to this moment where was wandering the seemingly empty halls at a school where he didn't belong, in what he hoped was close enough to the uniform to avoid garnering too much attention.
He had made all the way down a hall and paused to observe the gorgeous atrium he no found himself in before doors flew open and students started pouring out of rooms and heading to the staircase he was in front of. Panicking, Blaine started heading down the stairs as well, observing that while he got the black jacket right, it was missing the red piping and the Dalton crest. He had almost made it to the bottom before he realized he was going to have to ask someone for help- how else was he supposed to find anything out?
"Excuse me." He called out, stopping one of the boys.
He turned around and Blaine had almost forgotten what he was going to say. He was staring into the most gorgeous pair of blue eyes set against porcelain skin. The boy was a little taller than him and his hair was perfectly quaffed- and even though he was in the same uniform as everyone else, the way it fit him made Blaine think it was designed just for this boy. Blaine snapped back to reality after he hoped wasn't too long of a pause.
"Umm, hi. Can I ask you a question- I'm new here." Blaine said haltingly, trying to ignore the butterflies he was getting looking at this mystery boy.
"My name's Kurt." He said offering a hand to shake. Kurt...I'm going to have to commit that to memory.
"Blaine." He said in response. "What exactly is going on?" Blaine said watching as more people streamed by in a rush to get somewhere.
"The Warblers." Kurt replied excitedly. His eyes dancing. "Every now and then they randomly perform in the Senior Commons- it tends to shut the school down whenever they do."
Blaine almost dropped his jaw in shock and disbelief. "So wait, the glee club here is actually...cool?"
"Yeah, they're kinda like our own rock stars." Kurt replied. "Come on, I know a short cut." He said before grabbing Blaine's hand.
Blaine had only a moment to register how soft Kurt's hand was in his before they were off running down a beautiful, deserted hallway. Also, it wasn't lost on Blaine that Kurt still hadn't let his hand go. They reached two gigantic wooden doors and Kurt flung them open to reveal about fifty Dalton boys. Blaine suddenly became self conscious again.
"Oh I stick out like a sore thumb." He remarked hoping no one would really be paying too much attention to him.
"Well, next time don't forget your jacket new kid." Kurt remarked before straightening Blaine's collar. "You'll fit right in."
Kurt stepped back and Blaine's mind registered several of the guys in the room had started 'dumming'- a sure sign a song was about to begin.
"Now, if you'll excuse me." Kurt said and turned away from him.
Blaine watched in amazement as Kurt kinda started dancing off towards the group and was even more surprised when Kurt started to sing- and he had the voice of an angel no less.
Before you met me
I was alright
But things were kinda heavy
You brought me to life
Now every February
You'll be my valentine, valentine
Blaine couldn't breathe. Kurt, the most beautiful guy he had ever seen, was singing to him. Somewhere in the back of his mind he was trying to rationalize, he was being sung at- and that was only because he was in front of the crowd the fact still remained Blaine couldn't take his eyes off of the singing Warbler.
Let's go all the way tonight
No regrets, just love
We can dance until we die
You and I
We'll be young forever
You make me
Feel like
I'm living a Teenage Dream
The way you turn me on
I can't sleep
Let's runaway
And don't ever look back
Don't ever look back
Kurt watched as the group danced and sung in perfect harmony. He noted, quite absently, that the Warblers were going to be some tough competition.
Let's go all the way tonight
No regrets, just love
We can dance until we die
You and I
We'll be young forever
You make me
Feel like
I'm living a Teenage Dream
The way you turn me on
I can't sleep
Let's runaway
And don't ever look back
Don't ever look back
Kurt looked around him and noticed all the other guys dancing. They were enjoying the performance and there was no denying that The Warblers really were thought to be cool among their classmates. Blaine felt a little twinge of guilt.
Imma get your heart racing
In my skin-tight jeans
Be your teenage dream tonight
Let you put your hands on me
In my skin-tight jeans
Be your teenage dream tonight
You make me
Feel like
I'm living a Teenage Dream
The way you turn me on
I can't sleep
Let's runaway
And don't ever look back
Don't ever look back
He didn't care anymore that Kurt wasn't really singing to him (not the way that he was hoping he would anyway). It sure as hell looked and felt like it- and Blaine found himself smiling a real smile for the first time in a long time as he bobbed along with the rest of the people there, just enjoying what was left of the stunning performance.
My heart stops
When you look at me
Just one touch
Now baby I believe
This is real
So take a chance
And don't ever look back
Don't ever look back
Imma get your heart racing
In my skin-tight jeans
Be your teenage dream tonight
Let you put your hands on me
In my skin-tight jeans
Be your teenage dream tonight
The group stopped singing and the room erupted into applause, Blaine clapping just as hard (if not harder) than the rest of them. He also didn't regret coming here- not even for a second.