Dylan stared at Finn for an uncomfortable amount of time. Finn seemed to notice his eyes and nodded at him.
Dylan had overheard conversations about Finn, and he had always wished he could've met him.
Rachel grabbed Finn's hand and they smiled at each other. Dylan's heart broke for her. Rachel and Jesse's kids could've had a different father, a different life...
"Okay guys", Mr. Schue said, snapping Dylan out of his thoughts. "We have a new student here with us, this is Dylan, he just transferred."
Dylan waved awkwardly. There were no words for how weird this situation was.
"Where are you from?", Sam asked him.
"Oh, uh, New York."
That wasn't a lie. Dylan was from New York.
Rachel and Kurt had a dreamy look in their eyes when Dylan said this. It almost made him laugh.
"Why did you move here from New York?", Santana asked with the same sarcastic tone Dylan knew and loved.
"Don't ask me", Dylan shrugged. "Ask my parents."
Again, not a lie. His dads had sprung the move on him when he was twelve, and he had not been happy about it.
"And, from what I've seen so far", he continued. "This song pretty much sums it up."
There was a weird sensation to singing in front of these people he had grown up around, something prideful. He knew that they would be brutally honest with him since they didn't know who he was–or would be–to them.
After he was finished, and held the high note for a few seconds longer than it was supposed to. He was waiting to hear someone, specifically Rachel, give him notes on his performance. Instead, however, everyone cheered and applauded him. He smiled and bowed dramatically.
"That was amazing", Mr. Schue said with a smile. "I think I speak for everyone when I say, welcome to the New Directions!"
Everyone cheered again and Dylan took the empty chair next to Finn.
"That was great man", Finn held out his hand for a high five. Dylan nervously returned it, avoiding the other man's eyes.
Rachel, who was sitting on Finn's other side, leaned forward.
"You were a little flat on the second chorus, and—"
"Ignore Rachel", Santana interrupted. "She's trying to scare you off."
Dylan didn't mind, though. In fact, Rachel's critiques of his performance made him feel more comfortable.
"No, it's alright", Dylan said. He gave Rachel a friendly smile. "I appreciate constructive criticism."
Dylan could've laughed at the looks on everyone's faces.
"Mr. Schue, I think Rachel corrupted the new guy with her freaky perfection powers", Brittany said.
They continued on with the lesson until a woman who Dylan swore he had seen before walked in. She was wearing a red tracksuit and had short blonde hair.
"What do you want, Sue?", Mr. Schue asked tiredly.
Sue? Sue...Sue Sylvester?
Sue ignored Will and looked around the room until her eyes fell on Dylan.
"You", she pointed. "Come with me."
"Sue, you can't just walk in here and take one of my students!"
"Watch me", she shrugged. "You, Prince Charming, let's go."
Dylan followed her out of the classroom and into her office.
"Sit." He did. Sue shut the door and sat down at her desk.
"Who are you?", she asked.
"Uh, I'm Dylan Hansen, I'm from—"
"Oh, please", she rolled her eyes. "You aren't from here. You're far too positive and talented to want to join this Glee Club."
"...Thank you?"
"Now, tell me the truth", Sue leaned forward. "Who are you and when are you from?"
"Did you just say when?", Dylan asked. "Are you asking me if I'm a time traveler? That's ridiculous."
"Is it, Dylan?", Sue asked rhetorically. "Because I think that you are the product of a few Glee losers in the future…"
Dylan scoffed, but he knew it was unconvincing. How could she possibly know all of this?
"...but the question is: Who?"
"I have no idea what you're talking about, this is crazy."
"Come on, you're not going to be in trouble, Dylan", Sue assured him. "I want to help you, because clearly you have no idea how time travel works."
"You're insane, I'm leaving."
Dylan stood up to leave, but Sue grabbed his arm.
"The way you dress...there's something so, Blaine Anderson about you. You've got that dreamy fairytale prince thing going on."
Dylan gave her a strange look. He figured he would have a better chance of avoiding questions since he was adopted. He was wrong.
"You're his kid, aren't you." It wasn't a question. Dylan didn't respond. Sue nodded.
"He and Kurt?"
No answer.
"I'll take that as a yes."
"Okay, fine", Dylan sighed. "But don't tell anyone, okay? This could ruin the future–ruin my life."
"Do you really think I would do that?", Sue asked. "I've been rooting for Klaine since they met! I'm not about to ruin their magical dream family."
Dylan was freaked out for two reasons.
She knew something that could ruin the future
She was obsessed with his dads' relationship
Dylan turned to leave, but Sue stopped him once more.
"Wait, just tell me—how fabulous was their wedding?"
Dylan didn't answer. He shuddered as he walked out of her office and into the hallway. He jumped when he heard a familiar voice behind him.
"What did she want?"
Dylan turned and saw a younger version of Blaine walking beside him.
Wow, he thought, He really did use a lot of hair gel.
"Oh, nothing", Dylan said with an eye roll. "Just tormenting me for joining the Glee club."
"Get used to it", Kurt said, catching up to him and Blaine. "She's been trying to destroy us for three years. No luck, thankfully."
Dylan nodded, hiding a smile at the sight of his dads. Young and in the same goofy-smiling love as they were in his time.
"Oh, and I wanted to tell you", Kurt began. "The song you sang for your audition. It's good, but it really seemed like you came up with it on the spot."
"Kurt, give him a break."
"No, it's fine", Dylan said. "I really wasn't planning on auditioning right then and there. Mr. Schue kinda sprung it on me."
"You were great", Blaine assured him. "You seemed like you really related to that song."
"Yeah, I really do. My dad was playing it as we were driving here, he thought it would lighten the mood because I wasn't exactly thrilled about leaving New York."
"Blaine and I were gonna get coffee after school", Kurt said. "Would you wanna join us?"
Dylan was taken aback by the invitation, but decided to accept anyway. What could it hurt?
"I'd love to, thanks."