The Singer And The Musician - Klaine [DISCONTINUED]

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It's funny how easy it is to be a famous and very well known YouTuber, but how hard it is to be yourself at school. At least that's how it is for Blaine. Slipping into a different persona whilst recording those videos makes him feel strong like he could do anything (except sing, of course). Courageous. But when he gets ready in the morning he still overly gels his hair. He still walks to school with an apparent frown. He wishes for that smile he wears in front of the camera, but it's never there. It's like it's missing and whenever he comes close to having it again, it says not yet. If you can't be yourself then not yet.

But what he wants more than anything, more than his former happy demeanour back, and even more than a comfortable life, is for once to be able to work up the strength to join something. A club perhaps. He's seen the bulletin board with countless sign-up sheets for clubs in the hallway. Actually, he walks by it at least once a day. He could change up his route, of course, but he wants to look at it. Fantasise about being a part of something special, no matter how corny that sounds.

One day he does get his chance. He sees it like it's glowing - calling out to him - and he wants to know more.

New Directions Band Sign Up

One band member needed for New Directions' backup band. Auditions on the 15th and the 16th, to be held by William Schuester and Emma Pillsbury in the auditorium on above dates.

Below the description was several - around 15 - lines for the names of the kids who wanted to sign up. Before he could think over his decision and change his mind, he had scribbled Blaine Anderson on the ninth line. They only needed one new member but he was half hoping it would be him while also hoping it wouldn't be him. He rushed to his next class as not to overthink the situation.

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Some gibberish was flowing out of the teacher's mouth as the quiet teenager looked around the classroom. Blaine knew it was supposed to be French but he didn't catch much other than the occasional bien or vous.

His eyes jumped from students to posters on the wall to the window he was sitting next to. His sight landed on a laminated poster containing some basic vocabulary. Deciding it was too boring to look at any further, he shifted his gaze to two students conversing at the side of the room. Well, it was more like the skinnier boy was talking in French to the other, burlier kid who struggled to understand any of the complex things being said to him, but - wait.

Blaine realised he had seen the kid before. He was the one who sang with no purpose in his eyes at the pep rally with the New Directions, the one who didn't appear to believe a word his voice was producing. After hours of thinking about different things - his sister and brothers, homework he had to do later, the newest YouTube video he and his friends had uploaded - the boy was the only thing left in his thoughts.

All through the rest of his classes, through lunch, and through walking home, Blaine was thinking. He'd done an awful lot of that lately. When he was nearly run over by a car for not realising he had started crossing a street without making sure it was safe he made an effort to pay attention to his surroundings.

Before he knew it, Blaine was home. Taking a deep breath before reaching for the key in his satchel, he prepared himself for talking to his older brother. Cooper for some reason always wanted to know about his day. Blaine assumed it was because of the lack of parents in the house.

Blaine pushed the door open, stepped inside and the second he had closed it, Cooper was yelling from somewhere in the house, telling him he was in the kitchen.