Unexpected: A Tale of Two Gays
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Unexpected: A Tale of Two Gays: Chapter 9


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Story: Complete - Chapters: 22/? - Created: Jan 03, 2014 - Updated: Jan 03, 2014
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Author's Notes: This chapter was written by The Blonde Haired Goose.
Chapter Nine

“Will everyone please be quiet?” Thad's voice was far too quiet for anyone to listen to him. He needed to be more assertive. He needed to be stricter. Like Wes. “Everyone, SHUT UP,” he yelled, glaring at every single person in the room as if they were all responsible for killing his mother or something. “Now, we have called this emergency meeting of the warblers because –“

“Because we're just a week away from Sectionals, we know. You do this before every competition, it's hardly a surprise anymore,” Jeff said with an eye roll.

Murmurs of agreement made their way through the room for a few seconds until Wes called for order again. “So, as I was saying, we have called this emergency meeting of the warblers because Sectionals is coming up. It's just a week away, and we need to make sure that we're ready. Which is why we will be spending the next two hours, or more, if necessary, going through our routine.”

A collective groan filled the room as the warblers accepted their fate. They would be spending their Friday night at school. Lovely.

“And if anyone has anything new to tell us they think we should know, now is the time to say it,” said David.
Blaine stayed silent. He didn't know anything they needed to know. At least he thought he didn't.

“Blaine has been talking to someone from New Directions.” Blaine's head snapped around to stare at Jeff, ignoring the way every pair of eyes in the room turned to him.

“Warbler Blaine is this true? Have you been fraternizing with the enemy?”

“Guys, it's not like that. I was just talking to someone online who turned out to be in the New Directions, it's not like I told him our set list or anything. I'm not stupid.”

Wes narrowed his eyes as he looked at him, as if he was expecting to see the word ‘LIAR' printed in red ink on his forehead or something. “Very well. As long as you don't let them know any of our secrets, I guess we can allow this friendship.”

Blaine rolled his eyes, thinking to himself that it was none of their damn business who he was friends with, but keeping it to himself. He wasn't in the mood to argue.

Blaine wanted nothing more than to zone out and come up with some alternate reality where he was Jensen Ackles' boyfriend or something. But, since he was their lead singer, he felt he had to be a good example for the other guys. And that meant listening and paying attention to what the council said. Even though it was boring as hell and half of it didn't really make sense nor have anything to do with the competition.

“But are we sure we shouldn't have ordered Chinese instead of Indian? Indian food might upset their stomachs, and we don't want any of them getting sick.”

“That chair in my dorm room really did look better on the other side, didn't it? Will you help me move it later,
David?”

“What, no, you can do it yourself.”

“Warbler Blaine, I assume you're ready to go?” Wes asked after what felt like hours and hours of their constant bickering.

Blaine shot out of his seat, straightened his tie and gave them one of his most charming smiles to assure them he had indeed been listening all this time. “Yes, Wes, I am ready.”

Wes nodded to himself. “Alright Warblers, let's go through the choreography once, and then we'll do the entire number with Blaine's solo.”

When not a single one of the Warblers seemed to hear him, Wes sighed, picked up his gavel and banged it sharply against the desk twice. At once, the Warblers, most of whom had been close to falling asleep, shot to their feet.

“Positions,” David called, and they immediately scrambled to find their places, Blaine in the middle.

A few hours later – more accurately two hours and fifty-seven minutes later – the council finally deemed them acceptable, and let them leave.

Blaine and Jeff made their way back to their room, and as soon as the door was open, Blaine dropped down on his bed, while Jeff all but ran into the bathroom. When he returned a few minutes later, it was to find Blaine still lying on his bed, still in his uniform. His eyes were closed, but he wasn't asleep. Not yet.

“Hey, a few of us were going to head over to Nick and Thad's room and watch a movie. You in?”

Blaine opened his eyes and turned his head towards Jeff.
“Nah man, I think I'll pass. I'm really tired… I think I'm just going to go to bed.”

Jeff nodded. “Sure, I kind of figured, but I thought I'd ask anyway. Don't fall asleep in your uniform, okay? I don't want to come back here at two am or something just to find out that I have to undress you.”

Blaine mumbled something vaguely resembling a yes, and Jeff left the room. Sighing softly, Blaine slowly sat up and rubbed his eyes. He picked up his laptop from its almost permanent place next to his bed, flipped it open and scanned Tumblr.

He had two new messages, one from Sam and one from Kurt.

“Whoa man that's awsum, hope I c u there!”

Blaine smiled vaguely at the words, thinking back to how the Warblers had reacted. They were being ridiculous.

“Yeah, me too! It would be really awesome to finally have someone irl to talk to about Spn!”

He hit send, and read the next message, the one from Kurt.

“Don't be so harsh on yourself! I read ‘Jumping Impala's' and it was incredible. The plot could use some work, but your writing style and the characterization are just... Perfection. The Destiel was so romantic. I wish I could have a romance like that. It's everything I've ever wanted. You have to be my beta. Please.”

He had gotten some praise for his stories before, but not one of those messages meant as much to him as the one from Kurt did. Hell, all of those messages put together didn't even come close to how much this meant to him. And he didn't know if there were words big enough to express his gratitude.

“Oh, wow, thank you, Kurt, you have no idea how much that means to hear you say that. And about the plot... Well, I wrote that one at two am after a party with some friends. I was kinda… out of it, to put it like that :P

But yes, yes I'll be your beta. I'll do my best.”


Blaine hit send, happy with his response. Too tired to do anything else, he closed his laptop, changed into his pajamas and went to sleep with a smile on his face.

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