Tina couldn’t help looking over at the table of guys as well and grinned to herself because they looked like a fun bunch. Then again, anyone who wasn’t Puck or the hockey players would look like that to her. At the mention of the piano being his favorite, her smile widened because it was nice to meet someone else who appreciated the instrument. “I figured you had to go to a private school given,” she gestured at his outfit,” what you’re wearing. It stands out around here. You’re part of the Warblers, huh?” She remembered coming across the group on various show choir blogs and forums but hadn’t realized that they were located so close. Of course, the New Directions were too busy focusing on Vocal Adrenaline and Jesse St. James to give the Warblers much thought. “Yup, that’s us. You’re looking at one of the original members, thank you very much.” Oh, Rachel and the others were going to have her head if they found out she was chatting with a member of a rival choir. But Blaine seemed so nice, Tina couldn’t help it. “Indeed, we very well could be. I’m sure both sides will make a good fight out of it.” At least on the surface, the Warblers seemed like they were a group with actual integrity and good sportsmanship. “Thank you. It would be boring to be someone else. The last person who tried to get me to change learned the hard way that that’s not something I appreciate.”
Blaine looked at his blazer with it’s red piping and Dalton emblem like he was just noticing how wearing it would make him and his classmates stick out and was oblivious to it up til now. They were in Lima–after all. The land of McKinley High. How that wasn’t much of a thought to him before smacked him upside the head and he smirked embarrassedly. “I am. We’re a misfit band of brothers but I think we have something pretty special. All those guys behind me,” his thumb jutted back over his shoulder, “They’re Warblers too. A few of them live here in town. We met up for a weekend practice and to drive a couple back to Westerville. The trip’s much better with friends than being stuffed in the car with your parents. Don’t you think?” The couple before them finished their order and the barista waited expectantly. Blaine ordered his medium drip–the second for the day–and motioned for Tina to order what she wanted. “Oh! And one of those four people sized chocolate cookies too? Thank you,” he made sure the girl used his debit card before Tina could argue then gave her a triumphant grin. A few dollars were shoved into her jar for a trip. “Looks like I got lucky to meet at least one of you before competitions start. Maybe we can be friends before foes, huh?” Another cheeky smile and he lightly lead Tina towards the pick up counter with a touch to her elbow and a warm smile. “Never let anyone change you, Tina. From what I see so far? You’re an interesting person. Being unique is a huge part of that. Don’t you think? So? Have you guys started rehearsing? How’s it all going? Who are your key players so far? Any ideas yet?”
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