Dalton's Performance

[blaine anderson]

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[atrb=background,http://img38.imageshack.us/img38/8499/36419329.png][scrolly:h(200),w(400),sy] Blaine felt nervous, and frankly speaking, he did not like this feeling. Normally, he was so self-assured, so relaxed and comfortable with the spotlight shining brightly on his handsome face. There was a different kind of pressure on him now, a different level of expectation on him, even if a lot of that was internalized pressure. He had been the group's most frequent soloist for a year now, but now that he was on the council, the curly-haired boy knew that he was even more responsible for the group's success, or their failure than last year. And last year had, unfortunately, ultimately meant failure for the Warblers. At the time, Blaine had been alright with the loss. He and Kurt became an item because of Regionals, so even though they lost the competition, he still felt like it was a worthwhile occasion. He still walked out feeling like a winner, because he walked out with Kurt. Now, his boyfriend was the opposition, which did nothing to settle the uneasy feeling swelling in his belly. Peaking out from behind the curtain slightly while the organizers were still clearing off the stage from the last performers, Blaine took in the sight of the crowd. He saw the New Directions members waiting anxiously for the Dalton Academy group to go on. Kurt sat there, looking so earnest and excited for the Warblers to hit the stage and bring the house down. Blaine smiled, relieved to see such a supportive face in the audience. He winked at the boy, though he did not expect Kurt to see him. He may not have had his boyfriend here to hold his hand and assure him that they were going to kick some tail, but he was there for him in the only fashion he could. Pulling the curtain back, he turned back to the Warblers. They were probably expecting something, some amazing pep talk about how amazing they were going to do, and how they were going to bring pride to the longstanding tradition of excellent Warbler performances. Hopping in place to raise his energy level and conquer these blasted nerves, he took a few steps over to his fellow council head, Jeff. Blaine just wanted someone to tell him that he was going to do as amazing as he always did, only even better, because now when he sang those love songs, he actually had somebody to think of when he sang them. Letting out a deep breath as he reached the blond, Blaine spoke in a hushed tone, not wanting the other members to overhear. "Jeff I'm...nervous. Are you nervous? I don't get nervous." The words flew out of his mouth, word vomit. As much as Blaine appreciated, and felt incredibly humbled by, the fact that the Warblers placed such a ridiculous amount of faith in him, moments like this made him wish he could just sway and do-wop in the background, at least for the opening number. "We're ready for this. We've practiced for weeks, and the guys have been more focused in rehearsal than ever before," Blaine said, although he seemed to be trying to assure himself more than Jeff. [/scrolly]