April had indeed spent the night in the choir room. Following a night of heavy drinking and light funds, she realized she had nowhere to sleep and somehow found herself wandering into the school and from there, into the choir room. Something kept bringing her back to this place.
She woke when she suddenly felt… warm? When did things get warm? It almost felt like she was being covered by something. As her mind gradually (and painfully) came into focus, she realized someone had put a wool coat over her. She sat up, a small groan emitting from her small frame from the soreness that came with sleeping curled up on a piano bench. She rolled her head on her neck, trying to get the crick out of it when she finally noticed someone was in here with her.
“Um… hi,” she said, removing the coat and immediately feeling colder when she did. “What time is it?”
If Blaine was here, the school had to be open. How she wasn’t caught and kicked out last night, she had no idea.
“A little before seven. I got here early to meet up with Kurt for coffee.” He smiled gently taking in the sight of her with a puzzlement as to why she was here. Figuring it out was pretty easy if you knew April Rhodes and her history. Which you knew within ten minutes of meeting the woman. Or the usual innuendo about needing alcohol would lead you to your own theories on what her deal was. It was a little sad to see. Also? A huge kick in the pants to keep yourself pushing forward. Or you could end up sleeping off a hangover on a bench in the choir room. How about no on that?
“Don’t worry.. No one’s going to be in here for at least another forty five minutes.”
“Are you going to be okay? Do you need anything? Coffee? A bagel? Donut? The cafeteria is open. Might not be the best but I can go get you something.” Kurt was bringing their food and drinks but April might need some food (or water if nothing else?) quicker than that.
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.”
( mssg » unique | sent ) Did you mean to send me this? ( mssg » unique | sent ) Oh! ( mssg » unique | sent ) Oh no! I didn’t mean.. ( mssg » unique | sent ) That message wasn’t for you! ( mssg » unique | sent ) I’m so sorry!
❛ blaine , your vocals are killer . we have to collab some time . ❜ black boots slowed once she reached his side , back pack slung across her back . ❛ our voices together would be amazing . plus i can add some beats to the back with my keyboard , what do you say ? ❜
Hearing his name, Blaine came to a stop and glanced over his shoulder as Valerie approached. A brow shot up in question but upon receiving a compliment? Warmth spread across his cheeks and an ear to ear smile made his eyes crinkle at their corners. “Thank you. That means a lot.” Long fingers curled around the leather strap of his satchel resting on his shoulder as he jumped at the chance to take her up on her offer. “Seriously? Yeah! We should do that. Whenever you want. Pick the time and I’m there.”
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.
( mssg » unique | sent) Because it would be rude to interrupt him when he’s talking. But if I don’t do something? ( mssg » unique | sent) I’m going to fall asleep. ( mssg » unique | sent) You were the person in the room who looked as bored as I am.
( mssg » unique | sent) How are you settling in at McKinley? Has anyone asked you that question yet?
( sms : blaine ) Auditorium. ( sms : blaine ) Or maybe it’s just choosing to be proactive. ( sms : blaine ) 😇
( mssg » kurt | sent) Don’t think I didn’t just now make up the flimsiest excuse I’ve ever used in my life to pardon myself from a group of people. ( mssg » kurt | sent) Oh, you are in so much trouble! ( mssg » kurt | sent)
( mssg » blaine | sent ) Blaine..what’s going on? I really don’t mind talking about it, if it will help you feel better. ( mssg » blaine | sent ) I don’t know exactly what’s going on, so I can’t help you too much. But just take some time and clear your head, dude. ( mssg » blaine | sent ) Not a problem. Yeah, of course. Now, you don’t have to do dinner, even if I do love Breadstix.
( mssg » finn | sent ) I just could really use your company, I guess. If it’s not too awkward. I know Kurt’s your brother, you have your own problems and if this is too much to put on your plate? I understand. ( mssg » finn | sent ) I’m trying to do that. If my head would stop spinning for more than two seconds, I might be able to focus on getting it clear. But I can’t even get to that point yet. ( mssg » finn | sent ) Seriously? No. No. Let me buy you dinner. I haven’t been there in forever. It’ll give me a reason to get out of the house and do something. I can pick you up? Around 6:30?
( mssg » kurt | sent) Watching your reaction when what you read sink in was almost as fun as it’ll be when I get to show you what I meant by that. ( mssg » kurt | sent) Ha! Thought so! ( mssg » kurt | sent) Like you stood a chance.. ( mssg » kurt | sent) Hey. Wait! Where are you going? I was supposed to be the one who shot you that look before walking off. ( mssg » kurt | sent) You can’t say I win and you surrender only to do THAT. That’s cheating!
a frustrated huff passed from her lips, arms crossing over her chest. who even CARED about proving their talent ? sugar would have much rather won than prove anything. ❛i have about 10% confidence in us winning without a little bribage – we sort of suck. i mean, i can’t even sing. ❜ she perked up as he continued, a small smile graving her features. ❛well in that case – it’s time to start doing our research !! we need to find out who the judges will be, and what they can be bribed with, so i can tell daddy exactly what i need. ❜
Sugar’s confidence in their abilities might be lacking. However. Blaine was holding out hope that his confidence in his teammates might make up for her serious lack of any. Even if in his opinion they should have started rehearsing and planning months ago was enough to give him more sleepless nights than he’d admit to. Hopefully, he was right. The alternative was far too crushing to think about.
“No! No. First. We practice more. Then, if we are still having trouble? You and I can talk about,” he made air quotes around the words, “other plans.” Trying to goad her into agreeing with him, Blaine lifted his brows, pressed his lips together and hummed. “I’d rather try then than risk getting disqualified. Wouldn’t you? We could..work together?” Yeah. He offered that. Oh God. What just came out of his mouth?
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