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.”
“Mr. Anderson?” Julian asked, walking into the choir room. “I..was wondering if I could talk to you about these dance moves. With all due respect to Mr. Schuester, The Warblers and I just don’t think they’re going to cut it,” he sighed. “We don’t know what to do.”
The boy wasn’t off his mark. The New Directions always seemed to get it together at the last second and it might happen this time–or not. The chance of losing was too big. They needed a solution fast What Kurt, Rachel and Mr. Schue had to realize was their answer was standing in front of Blaine. The former Warblers. How to pitch that and not come off as completely overly cocky? That was the issue. Sighing softly–Blaine motioned for Julian to take a seat beside him on the piano bench with a pat. “I understand and you’re right. Waiting for the Miracle Cure All is taking too big of a risk.” Especially for his boys. They needed this win. “I’m not sure–and it’s going to take some convincing–but I think we can do it if you and I work together.”
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