"Rocky Horror?" Jeff repeated slowly, as though not believing what he'd just heard. Which was probably the case, and which was exactly how the other Warblers felt as well. "You want us to attend the Rocky Horror Show?"

"It's something related to the Warblers," Wes defended the idea. "So yes, I expect you all to be attending the show."

"Do you want to do Rocky Horror for Sectionals, or what?" Blaine asked, frowning. "Because I'm not entirely comfortable with singing lead, if that's the case."

Wes waved it off. "No, we're not singing Rocky Horror at Sectionals," he assured the group.

"Aren't there some… risqué parts in that show?" Cameron piped up. "Wouldn't we need permission from our parents to go?"

Wes positively glowed as he stood up. "I already checked with the faculty, and we don't. See, the performance we'll be attending is one done by high school students, like ourselves. The directors already cut out the more risqué parts."

"A bunch of high schoolers performing Rocky Horror?" Jeff asked. "As in, there's a high school in Ohio that lets its drama club do that?"

"Oh, no drama club," Wes replied. "A Glee club. One we might very well be competing against during Sectionals."

"Not Carmel, right?" Nick asked, obviously dreading the answer. It wouldn't even be such a far-fetched idea; Carmel would let Vocal Adrenaline get away with anything, it seemed.

"No, Nick, we don't need anymore trauma's," David said, speaking up for the first time.

"It's at William McKinley High in Lima," Wes told them. "Their Glee club is New Directions." Light murmurs broke out, but he shushed those immediately, slamming his gavel down. "The show's next Saturday, so make sure you're free that night."

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Walking through the McKinley halls on Saturday, Blaine wasn't entirely sure what to think. Was it a school where students just ran amok and teachers turned a blind eye towards anything that might require their attention? That seemed to be the only explanation possible as to why a bunch of underage students were able to perform a show like this. Sure, according to Wes, there was a teacher involved, but that was still no reason for high school students to do this.

"The April Rhodes Civic Pavilion," Thad read out loud, frowning up at something that turned out to be the entrance to the McKinley High auditorium. "Who's April Rhodes?" he asked after a few seconds.

"Let's look that up once we're back at Dalton," David suggested mildly, slowly pushing Thad through the doors while dragging Wes along. The other Warblers followed too, still eyeing the name apprehensively.

There weren't a lot of people in the auditorium. A bunch of adults was sitting at the front, some with smaller children accompanying them. Blaine figured that they must be the performers' families. Apart from those people, however, the Warblers were the only ones there.

"Maybe everyone else has yet to come?" Jeff asked, as though reading Blaine's mind. Sitting down a few rows behind the families, Blaine nodded.

As it turned out, no one else showed up. For another ten minutes, Blaine just observed the families, as they chatted a little amongst one another. The other Warblers were still trying to work out who April Rhodes was (as there were no useful results as they looked for her on Google) when a man (very likely the director of the play) entered the stage and welcomed everyone, thanking them for coming. He seemed a bit put out that more people hadn't shown up, though he did try to conceal it.

" – You may also notice that we're not complete tonight," the man was saying just as Blaine started paying attention again. "One of the New Directions members, Noah Puckerman, will not appear on stage, as he's currently in juvie – "

"Juvie?" Nick asked, his left eye already twitching awfully. "One of their members is in juvie?"

Blaine was starting to feel a little queasy as well now. This place seemed to take the whole public school image to an entirely new level.

Luckily, their minds were taken off of this slightly disturbing fact when the show started, and Brad and Janet came on stage. Janet, Blaine noted, really looked like… well, Janet. Brad, though perhaps a little too tall, seemed to fit his role perfectly as well. Blaine didn't know why he was so surprised about this (perhaps because he hadn't expected this from a public school play?), but at least it wasn't a bad surprise.

The actors knew their lines, they had obviously rehearsed the play thoroughly, and even though it was clear that there were parts missing from the musical, it hadn't been cut as drastically as Blaine had expected beforehand. The most notable difference was probably the fact that Frank N. Furterwas played by a girl. Maybe that Puckerman guy had had that role at first, and they'd given this girl the part when he'd been sent off to juvie? There were more roles for guys than for girls in the play, so there would've been girls without a real role.

Only halfway through the play, he remembered what they were actually really here for: see and hear what their potential Sectionals competition was like. Which was slightly depressing, as all these characters sounded like great singers. Whether the Warblers would compete against them or Vocal Adrenaline, they had their work cut out for them.

When the play was over, most people left the auditorium, and instead loitered in the hallway. For a moment, Blaine wondered why, until he remembered that the Warblers were possibly the only non-family members to come watch. While the other guys just stood there, glancing around, the three council members were discussing something.

"If you want to return to Dalton, you may," David announced to the group in the end. "We're going to stick around for a little longer to see if we can speak with some of the group members, or maybe their director. Perhaps that'll give us some more information about them."

Blaine was about to reply when he saw one of the most surprising sights he'd ever seen. There, among the other parents, were two men, standing arm in arm, clearly together. You didn't see that a lot in small town Ohio. Becoming more and more curious, Blaine inched closer to them (but making sure he still stood at a safe distance). He vaguely registered most of his teammates leaving, with only himself and the council remaining (which was just as well, seeing as he'd arrived with them too).

The two men were exchanging small-talk with another couple. Blaine felt a little conflicted; on one hand, he wanted to know more about these people, find out stuff about how they'd dealt with all kinds of obstacles in their lives. On the other hand, he didn't want to eavesdrop: it wasn't as if these men were about to discuss their private lives with everyone they met, so there was only a small chance that he'd hear something remotely useful.

He was about to head back to his friends (who were huddled together nearby) when two other teens approached the group Blaine was observing. It didn't take him long to recognise them as Brad and Janet – they hadn't really needed a complete make-over for their roles. The girl immediately bounded over to the two men, while the boy hung back.

Wow. That girl certainly talked fast. Only after one minute, Blaine could feel his brain hurt. She was talking only about herself, too. What was up with that?

The boy was being complimented on his performance by the woman (his mother?), while the man just nodded at him. Without being questioned about the matter, the tall boy told him, "Kurt's coming. He was washing off the make-up and fixing his hair – "

"Not everyone had roles that fit them so easily as we did," the girl interrupted him. "It was far more difficult for us to see the differences between – "

"Yes, Rachel, we know. You told us that a thousand times."

Blaine whipped around in surprise. He hadn't even heard footsteps approaching. He also would never have guessed that this school's Riff-Raff looked like this when out of costume. And now, he had been spotted, not only by the boy, but by everyone he'd just been spying on.

"Who are you?" the girl asked, placing her hands on her hips.

The others regarded him suspiciously as well. "There were other people watching the show except our parents?" the tall guy asked, sounding surprised.

"Apparently," the other boy replied. He looked Blaine over and raised his eyebrows. "But why?"

"That's a bit of a long story," Blaine answered in a small voice. "I'd rather not – "

"I don't think I've ever seen you around here," the girl said accusingly.

"That's probably because we're not from around here." Suddenly, Blaine was surrounded by his friends. Wes shrugged and continued, "We heard about the play, and were curious. So, we came here to watch."

"And listen," Thad supplied quasi-helpfully.

"And listen," Wes agreed.

"You were good," David told the three students.

The tall boy grinned happily at them, but the girl wasn't fooled so easily. While the man and woman fawned over the two boys, she crossed her arms and started glaring the Warblers down. "You still haven't said who you are. And – how did you hear about the play?"

Blaine blinked. How had Wes heard about the play?

Said council member shuffled on his feet. "I – overheard some people talking about it some time," he replied.

"You did?" David asked, surprised. "I don't remember anything about that at all…"

"You weren't there," Wes explained. "It was during an… Asian get together of sorts… I heard a man and a woman talk about their son playing in the Rocky Horror Show at school, so I investigated that a little further…"

The girl started muttering angrily, looking around (probably for said parents and son). "But isn't it a good thing that more people saw your show this way?" David asked her.

"It is," she replied, smiling brightly. "People should just be more careful when giving out information like that. It could find its way to people who are not supposed to know some things."

"Like a competing choir?" Thad asked, and Blaine wasn't sure if he was extremely oblivious in that moment, or trying to get on the girl's nerves. Knowing Thad, it could be either.

"Exactly!" the girl exclaimed. By now, the tall boy and his mum had joined her again, while the other four were quietly talking, the boy looking a little uncomfortable.

"At least Vocal Adrenaline wasn't here," the tall boy said, and the girl nodded earnestly.

"The Warblers were," David informed them, then seemed to rethink that. Blaine could only agree – he shouldn't have said that. Who knew what was going to happen now.

"The who?" the tall boy asked, very confused.

"The Warblers," the girl repeated David's words. She was deep in thought. "From that private school in Westerville? An a cappella choir?"

The four boys exchanged glances. Most people, even the ones in the show choir business, hadn't ever heard of them. The fact that this girl had worried them.

"That's us," Wes admitted with a sigh, half-glaring at David.

"That's you?" the girl shrieked. Everyone turned around to stare at her (and, by extension, the four Dalton boys as well), but looked away soon after. Maybe they were used to this behaviour.

"Rachel, honey, calm down," one of the men Blaine had spotted earlier said, approaching her and placing a hand on her shoulder to prevent her from attacking the boys. It was a rather frightening sight.

"What's you?" the other boy, the one who'd played Riff-Raff on the show, asked, eyeing the girl disdainfully.

The girl pointed at the four boys opposite her and replied in a vengeful tone, "They're the Warblers, Kurt."

"The who?" the boy asked, glancing at them.

"Another Glee club," the taller boy supplied helpfully.

"So shortly before Sectionals?" the other boy asked, raising an eyebrow. "You must have a death wish."

"Not exactly," Wes replied in a small voice.

"This was more or less a public performance, we paid to get in here, and there's been no news about who everyone's competing against," Thad added, having finally come to his senses, it appeared. "If you wanted nobody from outside to attend this play, you shouldn't have made the tickets available for everyone."

"That's true," the shorter boy admitted.

The girl, however, was still fuming. "We will get out revenge," she promised them. Her eyes were almost shooting fire now, or maybe that was just Blaine's imagination.

Wes and David looked about to argue when the shorter boy (though Blaine noticed that he himself was even shorter) said, "I think you'd better go." His voice had a warning tone to it, and Blaine knew that they shouldn't risk overstaying their welcome any more.

"We should," he agreed, smiling apologetically. "But for what it's worth, we really did enjoy the show. You're all great performers."

The two boys smiled at this, while the girl said, "I know I am. But it's nice that other people recognise my talent as well."

The shorter boy rolled his eyes at her, but didn't speak up. Apparently, this was something the club must be used to as well. Blaine couldn't wait to face these people during some competition.

No wait. He could.

"Let's go," Wes instructed them. "I think we've seen enough."

As they walked out, Blaine couldn't help but feel the slightest bit threatened by what the girl had told them. They would get their revenge… what did she mean by that? The Warblers would have to watch their every step now, that was all he knew.