Warning. There will be a few racist words in here. It is NOT how I think or feel. You have to remember that this is supposed to be in year 1890 where people with colored skin were viewed as lesser human beings. I DO NOT AGREE WITH THE WORDS USED.

Part 13

Being in the past was not only a big challenge but it was also making Blaine angry. The fact that he was stuck wasn't what was making him angry. It was how people treated Wes and the boys that had dark skin. No one spoke up or said anything about it and Wes and the African-Americans didn't say anything either. They just lowered their heads and shrunk a bit more. Blaine had been in the past for about three days already and had taken part in the classes and they were very different from his classes. But in the same time… it was amazing to there. To be part of history and he couldn't help but grin when a photographer came into their classroom to take pictures for the newspaper. Blaine smiled proudly but Wes only did it softly.

"Why do you look so sad", Blaine asked when they left history. "We're gonna be in the newspaper."

"I know you will", Wes said and smiled softly.

"Huh?"

"Blaine they have the niggers and me on the edges in the classroom so that they can cut us out. Who in their right mind would want to go to a school with niggers and chinks?"

"Don't use those words", Blaine scolded. "I've told you. It's not called that anymore."

"That is what we are known as."

"Not to me, you are African-Americans and Asian-Americans."

"Blaine this isn't twenty-twelve."

"I know", Blaine said and took his hand in his. "But there's still no need for you to treat yourself so badly."

Wes smiled slightly and they continued to walk, but they had to let go of the other's hand. Boys were not supposed to hold hands with others unless it was a girl you were going to marry. When they had walked for a bit they ran into a group of rather big boys, boys on the swim team.

"Anderson why do you spend your time with this lemon", one of them asked and the others laughed. "You look like a good sport. So why spend your time with this chink?"

"He's not a chink", Blaine spat angrily. "He's Asian-American!"

"Blaine it is no problem if you rather spend your time with others than me", Wes tried to calm his angry friend.

"No Wes it's not okay", Blaine said. "You're an awesome guy and these loggerheads better realize that."

"But he is yellow", another boy said. "He is not one of us and he is not one of the Spics and he is not one of the niggers. So why do you spend your time withsomeone yellow?"

"Yellow is my favorite color", Blaine spat and took Wes' hand in his and dragged him past the bullies and down the corridor. "Gosh the nerve of those people!"

Wes chuckled.

"What are you laughing at", Blaine asked.

"You just said gosh", Wes teased and squeezed Blaine's hand a little. "And you told me you would never adjust."

"Well I am not because I'm not racist", Blaine said and stopped when he realized he had walked with Wes to the Warbler Hall. No one was there and the room looked different from what he remembered. Wes smiled and squeezed his hand.

"Yes that is how I felt", he said and let go of Blaine's hand. He walked up to the piano and sat down.

"You play", Blaine asked and hurried up to him.

"A little", Wes answered and started to play Moonlight Sonata, followed by Für Elise and he went through all classical composers. Blaine just stared because he knew no one that could play them that good. Blaine was about to ask something when Wes started playing Ode to Joy and sang to it.

Joy, beautiful spark of the gods,
Daughter of Elysium,
We enter fire imbibed,
Heavenly, thy sanctuary.

Thy magic reunites those
Whom stern custom has parted;
All men will become brothers
Under thy gentle wing.

May he who has had the fortune
To gain a true friend
And he who has won a noble wife
Join in our jubilation!

Yes, even if he calls but one soul
His own in all the world.
But he who has failed in this
Must steal away alone and in tears.

All the world's creatures
Draw joy from nature's breast;
Both the good and the evil
Follow her rose-strewn path.

Joy, beautiful spark of the gods,
Daughter of Elysium,
We enter fire imbibed,
Heavenly, thy sanctuary.

Be embraced, millions!
This kiss for all the world!
Brothers, above the starry canopy
A loving father must dwell.

Joy, beautiful spark of the gods,
Daughter of Elysium,
We enter fire imbibed,
Heavenly, thy sanctuary.

Be embraced, millions!
This kiss for all the world!
Brothers, above the starry canopy
A loving father must dwell.

Blaine started to cheer while he clapped his hands and Wes laughed and smiled at him. A smile that made his eyes sparkle with joy but then… both boys jumped as they heard cheers, applauds and whistles. Wes flew up and turned around and Blaine followed his gaze. There in the door stood about twenty young men and they were all smiling.

"Gosh Montgomery I had no idea you had such a voice", one of them said. "Why did you not try to join the Warblers?"

"I… I… I am not one of you", Wes said and lowered his gaze.

"Not one of us", someone asked. "Whatever do you mean? You have two legs and two arms right?"

"Yes."

"And you breathe the same air as us correct?"

"Yes."

"You take the same classes, sleep in the same beds, eat the same food and do the same shores."

"I do…"

"So what does not make you one of us?"

"The color of my skin, the crookedness of my eyes, the language I speak, the family I am from… the faith that I have."

"All those things are just what makes you sore above the rest", a boy said happily. "Look at all of us. We are highborn sons, rich sons, poor sons, farm boys, city children, horse riders, sportsmen, dark skinned, white, brown haired, blonde, black haired, blue eyed, green eyed, dark eyed… there's nothing wrong with looking as you do."

Wes looked at them.

"Is this another way of making mockery out of me", he asked and Blaine was by his side at once. He had heard how people had fooled Wes into believing they were friendly only to get him beaten up or humiliated later on.

"Goodness no", a boy said. "We would never do such a thing. Dalton started the Warblers with the aim of making a group that accepts anyone… anyone with a voice that can sing and your voice is like the voice of an angel. Do you know any other song? Please do sing it for us."

"I do not know the words of my favorite song", Wes mumbled.

"I can help", Blaine said happily and got his phone out. "I'll check Google."

"What is google", someone asked.

"And what is that in your hand?" someone else asked.

"Blaine", Wes said and took his hand and the phone. "You are in the past remember. There is no goggle or phones of your strange kind here."

"Aw damn it I keep forgetting", Blaine said.

"Do not use that kind of language underclassman", a senior scolded. "It is most ungentlemanly."

"Sorry", Blaine said. "Where I'm from we curse all the time without really caring about it."

"Blaine be quiet", Wes scolded. "This is not your time."

"I know", Blaine whispered back. "I just forgot."

"Please try not to."

"I will", Blaine said and smiled, then he grinned. "How about I Wanna Make Magic? You love that song and should know it by heart. I play the piano and you sing!"

"But Blaine", Wes said but Blaine was already behind the keys and the Warblers were already sitting around the room, waiting for the song. Blaine started to play and Wes sighed.

"The actor must learn to use the magical 'if'", he said and the boys looked interested, they heard "What 'if'? From the moment of the appearance of this 'if', the actor passes from a plane of actual reality into a plane of another life, created and imagined by himself. Believing in this life, the actor can begin to create…" After finishing those words Wes started singing and Blaine could barely concentrate on the playing. Hearing Wes' voice singing this recorded was one thing… hearing him live was totally different.

"His voice is beautiful", a boy said while trying to keep his tears back. Wes finished the song and then turned to the group.

"I have a question", a senior said. "What is 'the Lion in Winter'?"

"I do not know", Wes answered. "It sounded like a good name of a play."

"The Lion in Winter", the senior said again and started thinking. Now this senior would later on in his life become friends with a man named Maurice Clearance Goldman. And the man would later get two sons where one was named James Goldman and James later wrote the play the Lion in Winter. This senior would spend his whole life telling people about the name of this play in hopes that someone would write it down… and someone did. (Just so you know I am totally making this up).

"Who is Brecht", another Warbler asked.

"I don't know", Wes mumbled. "It sounds German and the name just came to me… I think he is working in theater." Little did Wes and Blaine know that this Warbler would try to find this Brecht any chance he got and he did find him… in Germany. Watching one of his plays. But he would always be confused about the fact that he had heard about Brecht in 1890… 8 years before he was even born.

"Harold Pinter then", a freshman asked.

"He is also in the theater world", Blaine jumped in and Wes smiled at him. "He is a writer and an actor. I can goog… uh try to find something about him in the library."

"Thank you Anderson", the freshman said. Little did anyone know that this freshman would by the age of 93 watch a movie where Harold Pinter appeared as a Mr. Bell. He would laugh and say to his family.

"I knew of that man back in 1890, my friends Wes and Blaine told me about him."

"Sophocles", a junior said. "I have heard his name and studied some of his ancient plays in one of my history classes. But Eugene O'Neill is not familiar to me."

"He", Wes began and tried to remember what the boys had explained when he overheard them talk in room 213 about this song. "He is a writer. He has written Anna Christie."

"Well I shall find and study his plays then", the junior said. And he would do that… after 1913. He would always wonder how Wes knew about this man that was born in 1888 long before he even wrote anything. The junior even got to meet the man and told him about this. Eugene O'Neill was shocked to hear that he was already known in 1890… when he was just two years old.

"Did he mention any of my plays", he asked the older man in front of him.

"Yes, Anna Christie."

Big was O'Neill's shock because that play he'd just finished and no one knew he had written it. (Again I'm making things up here).

"And who is Jason Robards", the chairman of the council asked calmly.

"He is an actor that is mostly known for playing in O'Neill's plays", Blaine explained and Wes nodded.

"De Niro?" a sophomore asked.

"An outstanding actor", Wes explained. "He has played the role of Vito Corleone in Godfather." Sadly none of these young men would ever see the Godfather movies. So they would never know who De Niro was.

"Oh my God I never thought we would get out of that", Blaine giggled when Wes and he was in room 213. "I mean, all the questions and all the praise. See I told you that you're selling yourself short."

"I stopped growing long ago" Wes mumbled.

"That's not what I meant you goof."

"Goof? Is that like your goggle?"

"It's Google… and no. Goof is someone that is silly… like you."

"Silly?"

"Yes you are silly. It means childish, mad, stupid… uh you're not as much that as ridiculous."

"Look who is talking", Wes said with a tiny smile. "I believe it is called that those who sit in glass houses should not throw rocks."

"I'm not ridiculous!"

"Yes you are, but in a very smart sort of way."

Blaine grinned and Wes smiled softly. Blaine dropped down on the bed next to Wes.

"Sooo how does it feel being the first ever non-white Warbler lead singer?" he asked.

"It feels very odd", Wes answered and looked at the roof. "Someone… for the first time wants to be in the same room as me."

"I want to!"

"You thought I was a ghost."

"Well what was I supposed to believe when you kept popping in and out of existence!" Wes turned his head so that they could lock gazes.

"Did you ever stop to think about me having the same experience with you?" he asked.

"Well", Blaine said. "You probably did and seeing all the futuristic stuff must've been strange."

"I love the way you talk", Wes said and Blaine blushed. "It is very sweet and… futuristic."

"You sound very formal… like an old man!"

"Thank you very much." Wes snorted and turned his head again.

"In a good way", Blaine hurriedly said and hugged him. "Don't be mad at me please?"

"Are you doing that sad face again?" Wes asked without looking at him.

"Which one?"

"The one with your eyes being wide and your bottom lip sticking out."

"I am not doing the sad puppy look", Blaine grumbled.

"You are not", Wes asked and turned and smiled. "Oh you are doing the puppy-eyes."

"I am", Blaine said.

"Well then I think I know how to sort that out", Wes said and smirked. Blaine look horrified.

"Don't get the dog-catcher!" he said and Wes smiled before poking his side. "No!"

"Yes", Wes said and continued to tickle Blaine's side. Blaine laughed like crazy.

"Am I old", Wes asked after a bit of torture.

"No, no", Blaine laughed. "You're not old! I take it back! Please stop it!"

"Well since you asked so nicely", Wes said and stopped tickling him. Blaine sighed and cuddled close to the older teen. Wes smiled and gently pushed Blaine's curls back from his forehead.

"You are so adorable when you laugh", he said and Blaine blushed slightly. "I am so happy we are friends now."

"I am too", Blaine said and they locked gazes. "But… I would love to be something more."

"Best friends?"

"No you idiot… more…"

"I don't understand."

Blaine smiled and took Wes' hand in his.

"It doesn't matter", he said. "It's just a figure of speech."

"Did you mean to say I love you", Wes asked and Blaine froze. He looked into those dark eyes and Wes looked into his amber ones. Blaine felt Wes' arms around him and they leaned in closer and…

TBC

63775 - Thank you I'm happy you like the story and the rant. Usually people want to kill me when i say stuff like that.