Bleff || 1×1 ||

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Jeff laughed “Choir, no were like rock stars” He exclaimed finally having his mouth not full of food. “We are an acapella group, we use our mouths no instruments were like a better version of Maroon 5″ He told Blaine “Well except were no where near Adam Levine’s amazingness” He smiled his face turning towards Blaine and winked “We compete with other groups that aren’t quite at our level at a sectional, regional, then going to Nationals” He told the curly haired boy. 

Nick looked over at Jeff as he spoke about the warblers and cut in over the blonde “Jeff over exaggerates the Maroon 5 thing, were good, were not that good” He told Blaine when the blonde slapped him playfully. Jeff piped up “Don’t listen to him Blaine you’ll have to see for yourself when you come to one of our practices.” he told Blaine with a big smile. 

Turning a few shades of red–Blaine held back the comment about no one on this planet being able to beat Adam’s perfection and instead went with something–safer.  Like totally fanboying over Maroon 5 as a band and not–well–the gloriousness that is Adam Levine singularly.  “Are you sure you guys can beat Maroon 5?  I mean.  That’s a huge statement.” 

Coming back out of the shell that the previous focus on him had him retracting into was a lot easier with the topic of music and the sudden overwhelming curiosity he had to see one of the Warblers practices.  Who knows? Maybe he could try singing again.  It’d been too long.  Since–well–before the incident as his Father liked to label what happened.  Chewing on a corner of crust–he shrugged and made sure to wipe his mouth off before speaking up.  "My old school didn’t make it past Sectionals last year from what I heard.  I joined after they lost.  So it was just school performances and trying to dust their knees off and get ready to try again next year. When do you guys practice?  What sort of songs do you sing? Acapella, too?  That is..wow.”