jane.

“Mr. Anderson… “ Jane was completely speechless by her superior. She knew that Blaine had taken a soft spot for her since she auditioned for the Warblers, but this was a little bit more than she really expected for herself. She wanted to be on the warblers, sure. It was important for her to be – not only for her sake but for her family too. They went through so much to just get her there.

She nodded her head though and let herself go inside the room, though still wary. “I appreciate this extra help, Mr. Anderson, but I don’t see how this is going to help. If they’re so set on keeping things in the male retrospect then like you said, they won’t break their tradition for me.” Sure it stung to say things like that, because Jane wanted it so bad and she knew she was good enough.

Sometimes defeat was just a thing.

“Because maybe I’m not as okay with keeping things in the male retrospect as the rest of them.” Blaine tucked his hands inside his pants pockets as he followed her inside. The dimly lit room was given a measuring glance like he was trying to pinpoint something he couldn’t quite catch. The tail end of his point he was trying to make to her–perhaps?  A few overhead lights came to life inside their stained glass fixtures with a flick of a switch.

“That and,” he deflated and his head bowed.  “You’re an amazing performer, Jane.  You have something far too special to give up on because no one inside this room is willing to change,” one hand freed itself from his pocket so he could rub the back of his neck, “You know?  The Warblers might’ve blindly lost a golden opportunity to have you as a part of them. Even if they can’t see it because they’re stuck?”  He shoved his bottom lip up against his upper and shrugged.  “Doesn’t mean others wouldn’t jump at the chance.  More on that in a minute.  For now? Do me the honor of one song before I ask you to hear me out?”