As Amelia retreated back to the The Warblers, who were still congratulating each other accordingly, she watched the 4 figures leaving the classroom with soft eyes. For some reason, she couldn't get Blaine's beautiful smile out of her head. The fact he beamed that brightly when they were reunited just warmed her heart to the maximum and after meeting Blaine's boyfriend, Amelia was over the moon. She had finally weaved her way back into her best friend's life after being absent for two long years, leaving Blaine to fend for himself in his time of need. Even thinking about the day she left him caused a pain in her stomach so fierce, that she would have to clutch at her waist and regain a normal breathing rhythm before continuing on.

"Hey! Why the long face A? Our performance was off the hook!" a young Warbler chortled, overwhelmed by the excited atmosphere around him.

Amelia lowered her head and smiled to the floor before raising her eyes to the Warbler. "I know! It was amazing! I just...well, it doesn't matter." She turned her head slightly towards the door of the classroom.

"Guys!" yelled the broadest Warbler, taking his place in front of the boys and the singular girl who glanced up to the tall boy and rolled her eyes dramatically. "Listen up!"

"Oh, here we go..." Amelia muttered. The broad boy ignored the blonde's comment and continued on with his speech.

"Guys, great job tonight! Seriously! If we keep this up, we are sure as hell going to make it to Nationals this year! Nick, your solo was awesome! Really great job -" Nick lowered his head, blushing furiously whilst every other Warbler cheered for their soloist, "- and I think we all owe a big thank you to our first ever Warblerette! Miss Amelia Hart!"

Amelia smiled up at the speaker who grabbed her hand and raised it proudly to the sky, with ever Warbler and teacher in sight whooping and catcalling at the young blonde. As hard as she tried, the smile on her face just refused to drop. Surrounded by people who cherished having her with them was a pretty hard excuse to not smile, so the extreme grinning continued until the lead Warbler interupted the cheers.

"Amelia, you were incredible, as always. And we wish you all the luck in the world at your new school."

"Aww, thanks Matt!" Amelia giggled.

"Yeah, but even though you'll obviously be joining the New Directions, never forget that you were a Warbler first!" a small red-headed boy screamed from the back. This comment caused a lot of chatters from each boy, with furious nods and the occasional agreement echoing through the classroom.

"Oh, you guys! I will always be a Warbler! Anyway, you guy's can't get rid of me that easily! I'll be back to visit as often as I can, I promise!" Amelia announced to the boys, causing the Warblers to erupt into cheers once again. These boy's never get tired, do they? Thought Amelia.

"Glad to hear it, Amelia!" Matt laughed. The dancer turned towards the head Warbler and hugged him to show her gratitude. He reciprocated it quickly before releasing the girl and turning back to the boys. "Alright! Let's get going you guys! Classes begin Monday morning, and I don't think Mrs. Kingsley would want her room looking like this!" Matt directed his vision to the tables and chairs that were covered in sheet music, various items of clothing and a few broken stationary pieces that covered the floor. Every boy groaned and began to clean up, as Amelia slipped away outside to go and find her father, who was probably searching the grounds for her already.

After a few minutes of mindless wandering through the corridors, Amelia saw a couple of figures emerging from her father’s office. The dim light made it difficult for her to see who the second figure with her father was. She crept closer towards the door to peek into what looked like an intense conversation. Her father's stern expression worried Amelia, but the smaller figure next to him seemed to have a bright smile on his face. She continued walking towards the two.

"So you only came along to watch the performance? Why were you not in the performance? You're a Warbler after all..." Amelia's father murmured, not noticing her arrival.

"Well, I didn't see the point in me arriving at Dalton a week before the semester starts just to be in one silly show to a bunch of irrelevant people..." the younger boy shrugged. As Amelia walked closer, the light from the office began to get brighter. She poked her head round the corner of the hallway, whilst taking another step closer, when her father's eyes met hers.

"Ahh, Amelia! There you are!" the large man smiled at his cherished daughter.

"Hi. Sorry, I'm not interrupting something important, am I?"

"Oh no, sweetheart, we were just chatting. We were just about to head down and see you! You're performance was certainly something spectacular, my dear." Amelia smiled at her father, glad that he was even on the premises during her performance, let alone actually watching her perform.

"Thanks Daddy! Thanks, umm..."

The shorter figure turned around and stared straight into the bewildered brown eyes of the blonde. The boy was much taller than Amelia, and had quite a thin frame, yet was incredibly well toned. Slicked back, his hair stood perfectly upwards, and his face consisted of bright eyes and a slightly crooked jaw that held a wide smirk that Amelia recognized all too well.

"Sebastian?"

"Hey, cuz. Long time no see."