julian.

The New Direction’s wait to the last minute was driving Julian crazy. He knew he couldn’t force them to get better at dancing no matter how much he’d like to, but he also knew that they could highlight the fact that the Warblers could dance and maybe it’s make the others look better. He wasn’t really trying to take over the New Directions, but he and his fellow Warblers were concerned about what would happen if they didn’t win. Julian sat beside Blaine, nodding softly. “You think we can do it?” He asked softly. “They.. seem rather set in their ways..” 

“I think we can if we do it gracefully.  We need to start pitching the ideas to the team in a less combative way.”  Stressing his point with a lean forward–Blaine clasped his hands together between his knees and propped his forearms against his upper thighs. “Listen. I know–firsthand–how frustrating they can be.  But they want to win as much as the Warblers do.  It isn’t fair what happened that put us in this situation.  I want Dalton back so bad it hurts.”  God, did he.  Seeing the place he cherished as nothing but burned away buildings and crumbling brick and mortar made it feel like a part of him was buried there.  But it didn’t change reality and what they needed to do first was–.  “We need to show we want to be part of them.  Really part of them.  Listen to their ideas and then offer ours.  Without making it seem like we know what is going on now isn’t going to work because they’re failing.  Do you think we can get everyone on board with this idea?  I’m going to need your help.”