To say that the air between Kurt and Blaine was tense after the scenario in the dorms would be an understatement. A colossal understatement. After Kurt had finished singing, Blaine had turned and stomped out of the room angrily, making sure to slam the door behind him. Puck let out a sigh and shook his head before leaving as well.

The next day, the start of the last week before Christmas break, was awkward for their friends. None of them knew much more then what Puck had told them, and that didn’t explain why Blaine looked like he was about to jinx his breakfast or why Kurt looked so grumpy. When Oliver came and sat beside Kurt, things got even worse. Blaine gripped the orange he was about to peel so tightly that it squirted his half of the table with orange juice.

Instead of laughing like they usually would, everyone stayed silent. Rachel pulled out her wand and cleaned Blaine and the table up before reaching over to place her hand gently on his. Kurt couldn’t hear what they were saying, but Blaine’s mood improved greatly. He even smiled a little bit.

“Kurt? Are you okay?”

Kurt forced himself to look away from Blaine and instead looking to Oliver. “Fine, why?”

“You’re just really tense,” He replied, rubbing Kurt’s shoulders gently. Kurt’s stomach churned at the realization that the gesture—which would normally make his heart quicken—did nothing for him. His eyes continued to dart back to Blaine throughout the meal. By the end of breakfast Blaine was laughing and joking with Rachel and Kurt was the one feeling miserable and confused. He let Oliver lead him to Charms and sat as close as possible to him when they got to their seat in the back of the classroom.

As Professor Flitwick started on their lesson, which was the Episkey charm, Kurt tried to focus on the lesson instead of trying to figure out what his emotions were doing. But even his favorite subject couldn’t distract him from the growing discomfort in the pit of his stomach of seeing his two friends flirting in the corner of his eye, Rachel holding his chin gently and staring deeply into his eyes. What happened to Blaine being gay, anyway?

Kurt tried to shake his thoughts as Flitwick gave them their assignment—two feet of parchment on the proper usage of the Episkey charm. He didn’t understand why it was bugging him so much that Blaine seemed to have a thing for Rachel. They weren’t even talking at the moment.

At the end of class Kurt could feel Oliver’s gaze on him.

“What?” He said a bit too harshly.

“I… just… you look…” Oliver trailed off and adverted his gaze, muttering an apology.

Kurt felt even worse when Oliver’s face fell. He reached out to touch his fingertips lightly to his cheek. “I’m sorry.”

“I don’t like seeing you upset.” Oliver said.

“I shouldn’t have snapped at you. I just… I’m really stressed out right now.” Kurt sighed, “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay Kurt.” Oliver said, pulling him into a hug. “Why don’t we go down to the lake at lunch?”

“I’d like that,” Kurt smiled, nuzzling into his chest.

Blaine tried to ignore Kurt as Rachel continued to drone on about a glee club that was starting up, but he could see him out of the corner of his eye and he was practically sitting on Shunpike’s lap.

“Blaine!” Rachel was snapping her fingers in front of his face, causing him to snap out of his thoughts.

“Huh, what?”

“You haven’t been listening to a thing I’ve been saying.” She pouted and fluttered her eyelashes.

“Sorry, Rach.”

“Do you like Kurt?” She asked out of no where, observing silently as Blaine’s eyes went wide for just a moment before a mask of indifference took over his features.

“No, of course not.” He answered monotonously. “I don’t even want a friendship with him right now.”

“Blaine you know that’s not true.” Rachel tried unsuccessfully to catch his eye. “I know it’s probably hard to see him with Oliver, but he makes him happy Blaine.”

“Yeah, exactly. He doesn’t need me.” He huffed.

“You know that’s not true, either. You need each other because you get each other like no one else. Kurt’s happy around you, and you’re happy around him.” She reached out to grab his chin gently so she could catch his eye. “But you need to understand that, right now, he likes Oliver and Oliver makes him happy, too. You need to accept that.”

Blaine groaned, “When did you suddenly become so insightful, anyway?”

“I take offense to that. I am very insightful, thank you very much.” They both laughed and Blaine decided that he’d find Kurt at lunch and talk to him. Because she was right. He couldn’t let Oliver break up their friendship, intentionally or not.

When the class finally ended Blaine gathered his stuff and headed towards the door where he fully intended to ask Kurt to meet him in the lake at lunch so they could talk things out. Just as he was about to walk out the door he caught the end of Kurt and Oliver’s conversation.

“…Lake at lunch?”

“I’d like that.”

Blaine would be lying if he said he wasn’t a bit disappointed that Oliver had had the exact same idea as him, but he was trying to be accepting so Blaine simply took a deep breath and walked out the door.

“Kurt?” He asked quietly.

The couple before him jumped apart faster then you could say Butterbeer, only relaxing when they realized he wasn’t a teacher. Or a bully.

Kurt stood up straighter and looked down his nose at Blaine, obviously still pissed. “What, Blaine?”

“May I have a word? Please?”

“Why? Don’t you have better things to do than argue with me like, I dunno, flirting with Rachel maybe?” Kurt’s voice was icy as he crossed his arms and cocked a hip. If it weren’t for his comment, Blaine would feel incredibly nervous.

“Flirting with—Flirting with Rachel?” He couldn’t help but laugh at the thought. “Rachel? Kurt, I’m gay.”

Kurt raised an eyebrow, “Well you two seem perfectly cozy to me.”

“Um, Kurt?” Both boys turned to look at Oliver, who was rubbing the back of his neck nervously. “I’m just… I gotta head to Herbology, okay? I’ll see you at lu-“

“No, stay.” His face shifted from the bitchy glare to pleading and Blaine could see Oliver’s composure shrivel.

Blaine sighed, “Kurt, I just want to talk to you.”

“Well anything you have to say to me, you can say in front of Ollie.”

“Fine. If that’s what you really want, I will.” He paused for a moment before realizing that, yeah, Oliver wasn’t going anywhere. So he continued. “I’m sorry, okay? I’m sorry I’ve been a twat to you and I’m sorry that I got angry. I don’t like when we fight, Kurt, because you are my best friend and you’re the only one who can ever hold that position, okay? So I’m sorry.”

There was another drawn out silence before Kurt spoke, his posture becoming less rigid. He even smiled. “I’m sorry, too. For everything.”

Blaine smiled and held out a hand. “Friends?”

Instead of shaking it, Kurt threw his arms around Blaine’s neck. “Friends.”

When they pulled away, Blaine noticed that Oliver was frowning. He sighed. He didn’t really like the guy anymore, but for Kurt’s sake he had to try, right? “Oliver?” 

“Um, yeah?”

“Truce?” He asked, holding out his hand. Oliver shook it, albeit a bit hesitantly.  When Blaine looked back to Kurt he was delighted to see that he was smiling brightly at the two of them.

“Thank you, Blaine.” Kurt said.

“Of course.” He watched as Kurt and Oliver walked off smiling and giggling as they headed to their classes. Blaine, who had a spare, decided to go to the library and work on the Charms essay seeing that he hadn’t paid any attention in class.

On his way he ran into Rachel, who smiled brightly. “Oh, Blaine! Just the person I was looking for.”

She thrust a flyer in his face that was written on light pink parchment paper. Rachel had obviously charmed the music notes on it to move, along with the gold stars decorating it.

Come join the New Directions!

A Glee club founded by the singing sensation Rachel Berry for students who wish to broadcast their musical talents to the school!

Auditions this Saturday in the Great Hall at noon sharp.

            Blaine noticed, in fine print, that Professor Schuester was the teacher leading it.

“So will you join? Please, please, please?” Rachel begged, pouting up at him in what was obviously her attempt at puppy dog eyes.

“I…” Blaine bit his lip. He didn’t know what it’d be like, trying to juggle Glee club and Quidditch on top of the mounds of homework the professors gave, but he saw how passionate Rachel was about performing. “Sure, Rachel. I’ll audition. I don’t know how good my voice is though, I’ve only ever sang to my showerhead. Though I’ve yet to hear a complaint.”

“Oh, it’s fine. You can just sway in the background.” She said nonchalantly.

“Okay, I’ll go for it.” He said with a laugh. “Someone you should definitely try and get, though, is Kurt. His voice is beautiful.”

“Oh, I know. I fully intend for him to join, even if it requires some form of blackmail.”

“Rachel, I don’t think blackmail is the best idea.”

“Oh lighten up,” She called over her shoulder as she walked by him, making her way over to Puck. Blaine continued to watch as she pulled the same kicked-puppy look on Puck and Blaine watched his composure crumble as he gave in. Rachel squealed loudly and threw her arms around his neck. Blaine didn’t miss the smile that spread over his features as he held her close.

Blaine turned to walk to the library when he heard Puck call for him, “Hey Anderson, wait up!”

He slowed his pace and waited for Puck to fall in step. “Yeah?”

“Thanks, man.”

“For what?”

“For apologizing to Kurt.” Puck coughed and rubbed the back of his neck, “It was cool of you, bro.”

Blaine shrugged, “I just didn’t want to fight anymore. I don’t like fighting with him.”

Puck nodded and then they fell into a silence. When they made it to the Library Puck waved goodbye, saying something about going to see ‘his lady’. Blaine smiled and walked inside, grabbing a table in the back where the sounds of the chattering students were quieter. He pulled out his Charms textbook, Quill and a piece of parchment before going to the section on the Episkey charm, which he really hoped was indeed the spell they had learned about in class. He wasn’t one hundred percent sure if it was Episkey or Expulso, so Blaine just went with his first guess.

Episkey – Used to heal relatively minor injuries. When it is cast, the person feels his/her body part go very warm and then very cold.

Blaine hummed and got to work on his essay, but he’d barely written a paragraph when he was interrupted again. “Um… Blaine?”

Blaine looked up to see a ginger girl from Hufflepuff staring down at him. She looked familiar and Blaine tried to remember what her name was. “Yes?”

 “I was just… I, um…” It was Morgan. She was on the Hufflepuff Quidditch team, if he wasn’t mistaken. “I just wanted to tell you that I… that I like you.”

The girl’s face went beat red as she adverted her gaze and Blaine felt terrible. “Morgan, I’m so sorry. I… well; lets just say I don’t play for your team.”

Morgan nodded before running back to her friends and bursting into tears. Blaine was confused. He was under the impression that his sexuality was pretty out there by now. But he simply shrugged it off, not too worried.

On the Saturday of the Glee club auditions, Blaine made his way down to the Great Hall with Kurt, Puck and Oliver. Kurt was speaking excitedly about possibly getting to show off his voice, and Puck was grumbling about losing some of his badassness.

When the arrived, Blaine scanned the room to find a good 13 or so people there aside from themselves. Blaine recognized a few of them as the people who usually sat with them at lunch; Mercedes, Sam, Finn, Jeff, Nick, Tina, Artie, Mike and Lauren were all there, and somehow Rachel had managed to get Santana, Brittany and Quinn to join as well, which was quite the accomplishment.

“Okay, everyone. I’d like to start off by saying thank you for coming today, and welcome!” Rachel said cheerfully from atop a table. “Today will be auditions day, and then we’ll be having another meeting after the holidays to discuss practice times.”

There was some mumbling from the group in agreement, so Rachel clapped her hands. “Great! Well, I’ll start off with a solo of my own. Just to show you all that I am, indeed, a good leader. Now, I don’t know if any of you will know this song but it’s from a very popular Muggle musical and it’s called Don’t Rain on My Parade.”

“Rachel, you realize that a lot of us listen to Muggle music, right?” Quinn asked with her arms crossed over her chest as she glared, “Just because we’re wizards doesn’t mean we’re completely disconnected from their world.”

Rachel chose to ignore her, instead pulling out her wand and giving it a wave, causing the music to start up. Blaine had to admit that she had a good voice, a great voice, but he still thought that Kurt’s was more intriguing; it drew you in and held you captive throughout the entirety of the song.

When she finished, everyone applauded. Some people out of respect and others because the just enjoyed the performance. She hopped down from the table and smiled. “Who’s next?”

When no one volunteered, Blaine sighed and put up his own hand. “Blaine! Brilliant, get up here.”

Blaine thought for a moment, racking his brain for a song that he knew all the lyrics to that he wouldn’t completely trash. When he found it he asked Rachel for a guitar, which she quickly handed to him.

“Um, okay. Well, this song’s called All My Loving and it’s by the Beatles.” Blaine coughed before starting to sing.

 Close your eyes and I'll kiss you,
Tomorrow I'll miss you;
Remember I'll always be true.
And then while I'm away,
I'll write home ev'ry day,
And I'll send all my loving to you.

            Blaine started strumming then. Guitar had always come easily to him, singing was just something to pass the time with; and because most songs have lyrics.

I'll pretend that I'm missing
The lips I am missing
And hope that my dreams will come true.
And then while I'm away,
I'll write home ev'ry day,
And I'll send all my loving to you.

All my loving, I will send to you.
All my loving, darling I'll be true.

Close your eyes and I'll kiss you,
Tomorrow I'll miss you:
Remember I'll always be true.
And then while I'm away,
I'll write home ev'ry day,
And I'll send all my loving to you

All my loving, I will send to you.
All my loving, darling I'll be true.
All my loving, all my loving ooh
All my loving, I will send to you

            When he finished Blaine looked out at the students, biting his lip nervously. Kurt was the first one to start clapping, and everyone soon joined in.

“Blaine!” Rachel exclaimed, “I thought you said you couldn’t sing!”

“Actually, I said I didn’t know if I could sing. I’ve never sang in front of anyone before.”

“Well you are a natural performer.” She nodded; circling him and looking him up and down, “Crowd pleaser for sure, with the boy band looks and your voice. Lovely. We’ll have to duet some time.”

“Wanky!” Santana called from the back of the room.

“Not do it, Santana, duet.”

The blonde girl next to the Latina leaned over and stage-whispered, “Why does she need a duvet, ‘Tana?”

After Blaine had sat down, people started to volunteer more. Everyone had amazing voices, and Blaine wondered how there wasn’t a Glee club already running. Surely people knew about this talent… right?

When Oliver stood up to sing, Blaine paid a bit more attention. He was eager to know if this guy was any good.

“Okay, um, this song is called All to Myself and it’s by a band called Marianas Trench. Yup.”

He waved his wand and the music started. His voice was strong from the get-go.

I don't patronize
I realize
I'm losing and this is my real life
I'm half asleep
And I am wide awake
This habit is always so hard to break
I don't want to be the bad guy
I've been blaming myself and I think you know why
I'm killing time (I'm killing time),
And time's killing you every way that I do

Did you say
Please just follow me
I thought you wanted me
Cause I want you all to myself
I can try and suck it up
I just can't suck it up
Make me feel like someone else
Please just follow me
I thought you wanted me
Cause I want you all to myself
I can try and suck it up
I just can't suck it up
Make me feel like someone else

            Blaine could tell that people were impressed; it was obvious. The girls in the room couldn’t take their eyes off him and the boys were glaring, clearly feeling like they were being one-upped. Kurt was the most impressed as he stared adoringly at his boyfriend and Blaine had to remind himself that he was being supportive so as not to feel jealous himself. When Oliver finished he bowed as people applauded him.

“Last but most definitely not least, Kurt!” Rachel said happily. Kurt rolled his eyes at her enthusiasm, but made his way to the table. He stood before everyone and smiled.

“This song is also by the Beatles,” He smiled at Blaine, “And it’s called Blackbird.”

He waved his want and the soft guitar sounds of the familiar tune filled the Great Hall. When Kurt started to sing, the room was quieter than it had been since Blaine had walked in.

Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these broken wings and learn to fly
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to arise

Black bird singing in the dead of night
Take these sunken eyes and learn to see
all your life
you were only waiting for this moment to be free

Blackbird fly, Blackbird fly
Into the light of the dark black night.

Blackbird fly, Blackbird fly
Into the light of the dark black night.

            As he sang, Kurt made sure to make eye contact with each person, smiling softly. Blaine admired his confidence, and he was completely taken away by the smooth way Kurt’s voice flew from his lips.

Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these broken wings and learn to fly
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to arise,
You were only waiting for this moment to arise,
You were only waiting for this moment to arise.

            He held the last note clearly, and as soon as he finished there was applause. Kurt beamed at the group, clearly not used to the attention and the acceptance that they gave him. Even Santana and Quinn clapped. When he stepped down from the table, everyone began to chat amongst themselves.

They all looked up when Rachel asked for their attention. She had a bright smile on her face and she clapped her hands together. “Everyone…” She threw her arms wide, “Welcome to Glee Club!”