AN: Inspired by lyrics from"Boulevard Of Broken Dreams" by Green Day
Though I'm surrounding by a sea of black blazers, I can't help but glance over at the New Directions and feeling as if I should be with them. At this time last year maybe I wouldn't have felt such a loyalty to them but things have changed since then. Sam, Mike and Artie standing up for me against Karofsky showed me that on some level they did accept me as part of the group. Even before that, they had all supported me when my Dad was in the hospital. I had still felt as if I was on the fringes of the group, but I had still felt like I belonged - that I fit in somewhere in our dysfunctional picture.
With the Warblers I almost felt like the odd object in a 'What's Wrong With This Picture' puzzle. Oh, the guys were all nice enough to me, and not just when we were together as a group or things weren't so great. It was kind of nice to be greeted in the hallways between classes or asked to join in on one activity or another. Though I felt more accepted as a person, I felt less part of the choir. As I had told Blaine, the energy of the Warblers was different and on an artistic level I felt stifled.
Still, at Dalton I felt safe. I was accepted. I could walk down the hallways without having to look over my shoulder, though it had actually taken me a week before I was actually able to do that.
Still, as much as I wanted to go onto Regionals with the Warblers, I also wanted the New Directions to go on. I knew what it meant to them. Knew it could be the death of Glee at McKinley if they didn't advance. Moving on meant different things for the New Directions than it did the Warblers, who were beloved by Dalton.
I felt torn and alone. I knew only one team could advance and yet knew I would feel bad no matter which way the vote went.
And then the guys around me were cheering and I realized I had missed the announcement of who had won. From my teammates reaction I could deduce who that was but as I glanced over at my friends and felt a wave of confusion - they were celebrating to.
"Can you believe it, Kurt," Nick was suddenly saying, grabbing onto the sleeve of my blazer. "A tie. We're going onto Regionals."
A tie. I had gotten what I wanted. This wasn't the end of the journey for either team, though it did mean I would be in the same position once again. Would I feel any less divided in my loyalty between the two teams by the time Regionals came around?
Somehow, I didn't think so but I didn't need to worry about that for right now. At this moment, we were all winners.