Skylar gathered what was left of his papers off the table as his fellow Warblers went to leave the practice room. After hearing Jane transferred schools, most of them felt upset that they pushed her out of the school. As hard as he tried he couldn’t convince them that it wasn’t their fault, they followed the only tradition that the founder had left, it wasn’t a bad thing. Maybe it was just his point of view, but it was something he felt strongly about. Being a traditionalist wasn’t a bad thing.
The upperclassman waited for the room to empty before approaching their coach. He wanted to get a chance to talk to him, see if he would be able to use his usual motivational speeches to bring the Warblers back on track. Although Skylar was the head of the council, he still was glad to have a coach to help him. Especially one that was a former Warblers, one who understood what it meant to be part of this brotherhood. “Mr. Anderson, can I talk to you?” He asked, gripping the end of his leather bag.
Blaine retreated office promptly after practice. Glad for some peace and quiet so he could pull his thoughts together and focus. Skylar wasn’t the only one to notice the drop in the Warblers morale since Jane left. Everyone was quieter. The ones who kept stoic faces were few. Most of them felt guilty. In Blaine’s opinion–which he wouldn’t dare share with anyone? They deserved to. They needed to learn a lesson. That sometimes things have to change to become better, stronger. What he hated most about the situation other than losing Jane and hurting her? Was a small voice in the back of his head said he needed to understand the more traditional members as well. Until–maybe–one day? He might be able to lead them elsewhere.
Ugh. Everything was a mess. Much like the oncoming trainwreck of his personal life. Elbows propped on the desk–he rested his forehead against upturned palms. Damn it. Everything was out of the control he struggled so hard to get back. Out of it all? Fixing the Warblers needed to be his priority. And it was. But–seriously? Could he get a break? He barely noticed Skylar until he heard him. Blaine quickly shut down his too full brain and shifted into a welcoming, albeit still vaguely frustrated smile when looked up and dropped his hands to the desk. “Skylar. Sure. Come in and have a seat,” he nodded at the chair close by. “What can I help you with?”
Isaac scrunched up his nose at the poking and let out a soft laugh. “You’re absolutely adorable, Blaine Anderson.” He mused and poked Blaine’s nose again, just for shits and giggles. Gently, he took the other boy’s hand in his, pulled those knuckles up to meet his lips. “Honestly, the most adorable person I have ever met,” He hummed out.
The nose scrunch was one of the cutest things he’d ever seen. Isaac’s expression sent a wave of butterflies right to Blaine’s stomach. “Thank you. You’re pretty adorable yourself. Especially with the,” he mimicked Isaac’s nose scrunch and laughed. The sound quieted down when his hand was taken–a fascinated smile lingered. The butterflies were in for a Tilt-A-Whirl ride when his knuckles were kissed. His thumb grazed along the side of Isaac’s hand before reaching out to gingerly touch his chin. “Ah. Have you met you? Because you set a pretty high bar in adorable.. Not sure I can pass that.”
Sebastian stood outside the stage doors, getting there as soon as the curtain closed. He’d never think, in a million years, to see a Broadway show and not know Blaine Anderson was in it. It flabbergasted him beyond words how he didn’t know that. Sure, they fell out of touch after time, but that wasn’t an excuse. He stood there, playbill in hand as he watched the door. He smiled a bit at the people around him, focusing most of his attention on the doors as he waited.
Blaine was a ball of energy as he bounced towards the stage door. He never stuck around. People were waiting. On him. The thought of that was still mind boggling. The side door burst open. Flushed cheeks and sparkling eyes met the crowd as he darted over. More than once his laugh could be heard above the chatter. This was his life and he could barely believe it. What he believed even less was when he blindly reached for the next playbill, “Hi. Thank you so much for coming. I hope you en–,” was when he was able to pull his attention from a girl beside Sebastian and look up. His words stopped. His jaw dropped. Blaine blurted out a name he hadn’t said outloud in forever. “Sebastian.. Oh my god. Hey!” Slender arms wasted no time fitting around the taller man’s shoulders and pulling him in. Tight.
Nick waited for their usual spot at Starbucks, waiting for his friend, Blaine. He had just gotten out of a final exam and lab. Dressed in his purple scrubs he drank his venti coffee, hoping Blaine would come soon because he didn’t want Blaine to drink his coffee cold. Especially since the line was 20 people long.
“ Cmon Blaine.” He whispered.
Hitting traffic when it was at it’s worst had Blaine jogging through the crowd towards the Starbucks where he was scheduled to meet Nick fifteen minutes ago. He cut through where he could, darted around others where he couldn’t and kept muttering apologies while readjusting his satchel close to a dozen times because he kept getting choked by it. Not the best day of days but at least he had spending time with Nick to look forward to.
When he slid into the seat across from his long time friend–his loose curls bounced in front of his eyes. A winded breath blew some out of the way but he shot Nick a guilty, lopsided smile in hopes of making up for being late. “Hey. Hi. Sorry. It’s been a day. Hope you weren’t waiting too long?”
Jeff had spent the weeks after Blaine had arrived keeping an eye on him making sure he made it to all his classes and that he had people to sit and be social with as well as caught up to the rest of them in classes so he wouldn’t be left out of anything. Now weeks had passed and he felt it was time to drag Blaine into the mass of Warblers and let him experience how the rockstars of the school lived. Yeah he had been to a few impromptu performances that they’d preformed during school, but he hadn’t been to an actual practice and sure Jeff had gossiped non stop about the boys even going so far as giving Blaine some information that he’d never shared about the time he’d hooked up with Nicky and got disappointed when Nicky expressed that he was more into females than he was males.
Jeff had shaken himself out of his thoughts when he heard the door open and his roommate walked in. “PERFECT TIMING” he told him bouncing on his bed as he took his tie off “I’m heading towards practice, you should come with me!” he bounced himself off the bed and headed toward Blaine “Set down your bag and come on!” he bounced towards the door excited to be dragging Blaine along with him to practice.
Dalton was quickly becoming home. Two weeks in and he called his parents to let them know he’d rather stay at the dorms this coming weekend than make the short drive back. There wasn’t much of a point anyway but even not having something to go home to didn’t seem to bother him much. Not when he had this place. There was more pep to his step, more energy in his eyes and the quiet boy that was huddled in the booth at the pizza shop with the Warblers his first night here was becoming someone else. Brighter, happier. Blaine stood straighter. Carried himself with a better ease and continued to engage in more interactions with the boys who seemed to be welcoming the late arriving student with open arms.
One thing he hadn’t done yet? Jeff mentioned maybe a few times that he needed to attend a real practice with the Warblers. He saw them perform throughout the school and eagerly waited for the chance when they’d have a real meeting. Rumors were that was tonight and when he returned to the dorm room he shared with the blonde–Blaine was already holding his breath hoping that he’d be reinvited. Hazel eyes went round as Jeff bounced towards the door. “Yeah! That’d be great!” Blaine’s bag hit the floor and he hurried after. “Coming! Go, go, go,” he gently nudged Jeff along like the long legged boy couldn’t move fast enough.
sam: 🙂 sam: tonight? sam: huh sam: sure sam: guess there’s no reason to wait lol sam: what should i wear?
blaine: No! We can totally wait if you want to. blaine: I just thought this was something you wanted to do like now. blaine: You look great in anything. If we do this? Just wear whatever your comfortable in.
blaine: A Henley with an open button up is probably one of my favorite looks on you. If that helps? None of these places are overly fancy.
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