"Hurry up, Blaine!" Wes called, walking briskly towards the choir room. "We have Warblers practice, and you cant be late!" Blaine dramatically rolled his eyes. There was no need to rush. After all, he was the lead singer; they cant start without him. Still though, he didnt want to keep them waiting; Wes would have a cow. "Im coming guys, I just have to stop by my locker and drop off my books. Ill be quick." David followed close behind Wes, chuckling to himself as he watched Blaine nearly trip rushing to his locker. "Five minutes, Blaine!" David yelled down the hallway.

Blaine made it to his locker with three minutes left before practice. He shoved his books inside and checked his appearance in the locker mirror, smoothing his hand over his perfectly gelled hair. He slammed his locker shut as he hurried to the choir room. ‘Right on time he thought, as he could already hear the other Warblers singing in A Capella the song choice for sectionals. Blaine burst through the door singing the lead...

"Heeey heeeey heeeeey

Your lipstick stains on the front lobe of my left side brains

I knew I wouldnt forget you

And so I went and let you blow my mind

Your sweet moonbeam

The smell of you in every single dream I dream

I knew when we collided youre the one I have decided

Whos one of my kind

Blaine smiled. This was his favorite part of the day. Nothing made him feel more free than when he was performing.

Hey soul sister, aint that mister mister on the radio, stereo

The way you move aint fair you know

Hey soul sister, I dont wanna miss a single thing you do tonight

Heeey heeeey heeeey

Just in time, Im so glad you have a one track mind like me

You gave my life direction

A game show love connection, we cant deny I I-I-I-I

Im so obsessed

My heart is bound to beat right out my untrimmed chest

I believe in you, like a virgin, youre Madonna

And Im always gonna wanna blow your mind

Hey soul sister, aint that Mister Mister on the radio, stereo

The way you move aint fair you know

Hey soul sister, I dont wanna miss a single thing you do tonight

Blaine looked around him. His fellow Warblers were smiling and nodding their heads to the beat as he sang and danced around the room. ‘I love it here, he thought to himself. ‘I have everything. The school, the grades, the friends, the music... I never had this at my old school. He thought as he continued to sing.

 The way you cant cut a rug

Watching yous the only drug I need

So gangster, Im so thug

Youre the only one Im dreaming of

You see I can be myself now finally

In fact theres nothing I cant be

I want the world to see youll be with me

Hey soul sister, aint that mister mister on the radio, stereo

The way you move aint fair you know

Hey soul sister, I dont wanna miss a single thing you do tonight

Hey soul sister, I dont wanna miss a single thing you do tonight

Heeey heeeey heeeeey (tonight)

Heeey heeeey heeeeey (tonight)"

Blaine finished the song; smiling and panting slightly. His smile widened as the other Warblers clapped and cheered. Wes banged his gavel. "Great job everyone, I think were ready for sectionals." He smiled at Blaine. Blaine was proud of himself; hed worked hard for this. Transferring to Dalton was one of the best choices he had made, and he felt so happy. Wes dismissed the group, reminding them of their next rehearsal on Monday. Blaines good mood remained with him as he biked home. Nothing could ruin today.

Blaine opened the door to an empty house. His mother wouldnt get off work until 5:00. He decided to grab a snack and start on his homework. Grabbing his MP3 player, he sat down at the kitchen table with his backpack and turned to his Katy Perry songs. He sang along quietly to Firework as he examined his calculous paper. He flew through his work easily; finishing within an hour. Math and English had always been his best subjects, but he had a little trouble with French. Hed have to ask the teacher for help tomorrow. Blaine looked at his watch; his mom would be getting home in about 5 minutes. He decided to cook dinner. He was in the mood for spaghetti and garlic bread, and it was also his moms favorite. He boiled the noodles as he made spaghetti sauce, and he left them to simmer. He frowned when he saw the time on the oven. His mother was supposed to be home half an hour ago. ‘Maybe she had to work late, he thought to himself. ‘But wouldnt she have called me? He decided to just send her a text asking if she was working late and when shed be home. 10 minutes went by with no reply. ‘Maybe shes just busy. He decided. Blaine pushed it to the back of his mind and returned his focus to the noodles, which were now boiling over. He was putting the finishing touches on the spaghetti and spreading his home made garlic butter on slices of French bread when his phone rang. ‘That must be mom, He thought with slight relief. It worried him a little when he saw that his mom still hadnt replied to his message. He was confused to see a number he did not recognize, but he answered anyway. "Hello?" He said casually. "Hello, is this Mr. Blaine Anderson?" A womans voice asked. "Yes...who is this?" Blaine asked a bit confused. "My name is Marlene Heffton. Im a paramedic of the Lima Memorial Hospital," A chill went down Blaines back. "There has been an accident involving Mrs. Anderson," She paused for a moment. "She is in very critical condition. We need you to come to the hospital immediately." Her tone was calm, but urgent. "M...Mom?" Blaine asked in barely a whisper. He felt numb. And before his mind could register what his body was doing, he was running for his bike. The hospital was 15 minutes away. Dinner forgotten, Blaine sped towards the hospital. "Mom!" He said brokenly while tears streamed down his face. ‘This isnt real, he thought. ‘This is just a nightmare, a horrible dream. He squeezed his eyes shut for just a moment as he pedaled on. ‘This cant be real... but it is. It is all so real.