AN: Just some fun with the Warblers. Inspired by lyrics from "Ordinary Day" by Vanessa Carlton
It's warm in the Dalton auditorium where the Warblers are practicing. There had been talk about finding a janitor to turn the thermostat down in the auditorium but no one has left practice to do it. I think they're all afraid of facing the council's wrath. Regionals are tomorrow, and we've been practicing since classes ended two hours ago. Wes and the rest of the council are insisting on having everything perfect for the next day. As seniors, this is their last shot at Nationals and I can understand their determination to win but none of us are robots.
Most of my choir members have already shed blazers or sweaters, even Blaine. Ties have been undone and cast aside for the most part. Half the Warblers even have the top buttons of their white dress shirts undone. Slipping out of the blazer I neatly lay it over a chair in the front row, finally giving into the heat myself. Shedding the blazer is as far as I'll got though. I may be tired, sweaty and hot but I refuse to look less than put together, especially in front of Blaine.
I join the rest of the Warblers on the riser to start rehearsing "Raise Your Glass Again". I'm starting to feel a bit light headed but I'm determined to push through this. I'm the new kid and yet they're put their confidence in me by giving me a solo for tomorrow. I'm determined not to let them down. Somewhere around the start of the first chorus though the room is spinning.
The next thing I'm aware of is looking up into Blaine's concerned eyes. I know I'm resting against someone else other than Blaine but I don't know who. Realizing that I most have fainted, I'm feeling embarrassed.
"Kurt, can you hear me?" Blaine asks.
"Yeah," I say, trying to sit up on my own. I close my eyes as things start to spin again.
"Take it easy," Blaine says, his hand now on my arm.
I can feel another hand against my back. Part of me wants to turn my head to see who is behind me but I'm afraid it'll only make my head swim more.
"Here, drink some water," Wes instructs, kneeling down on the other side of me, holding a paper cup out to me.
I take the cup and take a sip of it.
"We're going to call it a day, guys," Wes says to the group, as I'm sipping the water.
"What? No I'm fine," I protest, not wanting practice to be ended because of me.
"You fainted, Kurt," Blaine says softly. "I'm taking you home and you're going to take it easy for the rest of tonight."
I look into his eyes again and any protests melt away. The concern and caring that I see there tells me that I'm not going to win this argument.