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Will looked at him. “I am not giving up hope. There is hope in here.” He told Blaine. “I am just not letting it build up too much because that is going to make it so much harder if it doesn’t work out.” Will said. He watched as Blaine looked over towards Sam. He could tell they were all hurt.

Will felt Blaine squeeze his arm and looked back at him. “I know we need this. Believe me, I need this.” He said. Will did. Only a year ago, he was thinking about handing the role of Glee club director to Finn, so he could take a step back and do other stuff for the arts and know that the New Directions were in safe hands. But things changed and he realized that he really did need New Directions and this Glee club to keep going. “I’m not giving up.”

Blaine seemed to be hinging upon what Will would say next.  His hands curled into tightly held fists that were shoved into his pockets and his breathing stopped until he heard the answer.  Then a deep one puffed out his chest and made most of his features relax.  All but the weary, tired caution in his usually bright eyes. “Thank you.  We’ll work together.  You know what we’re like when we put our minds to something.  It gets done.  Right?”

Even if they didn’t win.  They got here.  That says something, doesn’t it?  Blaine tried to believe the words he’d said.  Tried.  Actually buying into them one hundred percent was a little harder than he thought.  However, that was for him to battle with alone.  Helping Will help the others stop crying?  That was more important than what he felt for now.  It could catch up to him later.  “We should take them out to dinner.  I’ll ask.  Somewhere nice.  My treat.  They need to know it’s not over.  It’s up to you and me to prove it..”  I need you to help me.