mr. schuester.

Will noticed that Blaine seemed a little tense. Of course, he didn’t see his fists as they were in his pocket. He was glad to see him relax a bit when he heard what Will had said. “We will work together.” Will said. He just hoped they could change things when they were back in Lima.

Will looked back over at the others. A few of them were still crying. Some were comforting them. Some were just standing there trying to get their head around what had happened. Will returned his gaze to Blaine. He nodded as he heard Blaine said about going to dinner. “I think that is a great idea.” He told Blaine. “I think it will help us all.”

“Whatever it takes.”  Blaine nodded before looking down at the reflection of the bright backstage lights in his polished leather shoes.  “We tried so hard.  We did our best.  Can’t let them forget that we did everything we could.”  Back teeth clinking together, Blaine’s jaw clenched causing the muscles along it to flinch at the tightness.  For all his put togetherness–his composure was starting to slip the more he felt his heart breaking.  One peek back at Sam again and it was almost undone completely.

Biting into the corner of his tightly puckered lips–he breathed deep and cleared his throat and only for a slip of a few seconds?  His features crumpled and he, finally, appeared like the lost, upset teenager he was doing his best to not think about because the problem was far bigger than what he felt.  “Yeah.  I’ll make reservations.”  He returned his attention back up, the slip gone and an unsteady smile freed the strip of flesh from his front teeth he’d been biting against.  “Thank you for getting us to this point.  It really was something spectacular.”