A/N: Here it is! The next update! There are no words to describe how bad I feel for taking so freaking long to get motivated to write again, so I'm just going to stay quiet now and hope you enjoy this next part.

"Blaine," Wes greeted as he stood up from his usual seat at the council table on the far side of the room. "Come in, we were just talking about you."

"Oh," Blaine replied, somewhat speechless and surprised to have all the attention on him again. Wes looked friendly enough, but Blaine couldn't help but wonder if he had done something already to get himself in trouble with the Warblers. "Well, I-"

"Sit," David insisted as he gestured towards the two open seats on one of the couches in the room.

Blaine turned his head to notice that Sam had never left his side and was still standing next to him. He smiled gratefully at the blonde, before they both moved over to the couch and sat down. Blaine, for once, wasn't fiddling with his uniform. He had taken notice of how calm and gentlemanlike the other students at Dalton were, and it was his new goal to do the same.

"Blaine," Wes began without an awkwardly long pause or hesitation. "I know David and I talked to you before the meeting about singing lead for the Warblers, and I understand that I told you that there's no rush when it comes to making your decision. However, the council and I have decided that it might be better if you got a taste of what singing lead for the Warblers feels like, which is why we're suggesting that you lead us in a performance for the fellow students of Dalton next week in the senior commons."

Blaine's jaw dropped slightly as he let the news sink in. Singing in front of a new school would certainly be one way to get the new kid noticed. After spending the last year and a half trying to be discreet and go unnoticed, Blaine wasn't sure if this would be such an easy decision. He loved performing, but although the school had a Zero Tolerance policy he still found it hard to believe that people here were genuinely going to like him.

Then he glanced over at Sam, and the blonde was smiling at him, clearly proud of Blaine's opportunity to sing lead for the Warblers, and Blaine found it a lot harder to say no. Sam had only known him for a couple days and he already proved to be a greater friend than Blaine had ever had before.

With a newfound confidence in his attitude, Blaine turned back to Wes and the rest of the council. He noticed that the rest of the Warblers were looking at him. Not in an intimidating way, but in a way that…well, to put it bluntly they just looked happy for him. Maybe he should stand up? Standing up seemed like a good idea. Wes was standing up. He stood up off the couch and turned to face the council.

"First off, I'd just like to say that I truly am honored to be offered something like this. I know I'm still the new kid, and I'm still trying to figure out how things work around here. I never had a Glee club at my old school, so…" He paused for a moment. He didn't want to tell all the Warblers his sad stories. He had already told Sam plenty anyway. He came here to start over. He wasn't looking for pity and he didn't need everyone feeling sympathetic for him. Dalton had been his chance at a do-over. A way to get the high school experience that he had always wanted, and the one he felt every teenager deserved.

"So I've never really had a chance to perform in a group before," he finally continued. "I haven't had a chance to hear the rest of you sing yet, but I don't doubt that you all have terrific voices." So far all the Warblers were still smiling, and if Blaine wasn't mistaken they all looked genuinely interested in what he had to say. "And…if you all really think that I have what it takes to lead the Warblers, whether it be for a song for our fellow classmates or a number for competition, well, I don't know how I can say no to that."

Sounds of approval came from the other Warblers, and Wes' smile broadened as he looked at Blaine. "Excellent. As enjoyable as the Hairspray number for your audition was, the Warblers are going to be trying something new next competition season. We're considering taking Top 40 songs and putting our own acapella twist on them, and we think you have just the stage presence that'll get us the attention we need to make it to Nationals. Now, as much as I'm sure you'll be able to handle a solo lead just fine, the other council members and I thought it might be interesting to have you sing a duet with our previous lead singer. Sort of like an initiation for you taking over Sam's role."

Blaine's eyes clouded with confusion as soon as Wes stopped talking, and he turned to glance at Sam, but the blonde was still looking at Wes, his lips parted in shock showing that he was clearly surprised too. Blaine furrowed his brow. Why in the world would Sam try and keep singing lead for the Warblers a secret?

"…Thinking that maybe you two could sing it for the performance next week."

Blaine quickly turned his attention back to Wes. He'd just ask Sam about everything else later. He flushed slightly as he realized he had missed the first part of what the council member had said. And to think he had been making a good impression so far. "I'm sorry," he apologized, doing his best to sound polite and sincere. He hadn't meant to zone out, but he hadn't been expecting to find out that the guy who had assured him that he'd be singing lead before he knew it was the same guy he'd be replacing. "Singing what?"

"Under Pressure," Wes repeated with a kind smile. "By Queen and David Bowie. We think it'll be the perfect song to use before transitioning into our new style," he explained, sitting down at his chair as Thad began passing out sheet music to the other Warblers.

Blaine was still in shock about Sam being the previous lead singer, and even more confused to why Sam would be so excited about Blaine taking his place, so when Thad walked past and handed him his sheet music he was still on autopilot as he took it from the council member's hand, his eyes not leaving Wes as if the boy was going to suddenly explain everything he wanted answers to.

"I expect you all to look over your individual parts and be ready for our first Warbler rehearsal tomorrow afternoon at three. If there aren't anymore questions then I'd like to call this meeting closed. You're all dismissed," he concluded as his gavel fell down on the sound block.

The room filled with random chatter as the Warblers began filling out of the room, some of them smiling and clapping Blaine on the back in congratulations as they passed. Blaine replied with small, quiet 'thank you's' and polite smiles to each of them until eventually everyone had left and he was left alone with Sam.

He glanced down at the blonde, who was sitting on the couch pretending to look extremely interested in the sheet music he had been given. He noticed that Blaine's eyes were focused on him, and glanced up at his friend with a small, shy-looking smile.

"I didn't think Wes was going to mention that to you," was the first thing he offered as an explanation.

"Oh, I'm not…annoyed or anything," Blaine quickly countered. "Just…confused. You're the lead singer for the Warblers? That's…pretty awesome, Sam. Something I thought you might wanna show off about," he threw in teasingly.

"Was. I was the lead singer of the Warblers," Sam corrected, standing up as he grinned at Blaine. "It's all you now, man. Well, it will be after next week when we totally kill this performance together," he smiled, glancing down at his sheet music again before looking up at Blaine, who still looked a bit confused.

"Look, it's not some big interesting story. I just thought you'd be more hesitant about taking over if you thought you'd be kicking me out of my spot or something."

"Well, I sort of am," Blaine reminded him with a guilty looking smile. As much as he wanted to sing lead, he still felt weird now that he knew he was replacing his first real friend at Dalton. "Are you okay with all this? I mean, I don't want you to—"

"Blaine, chill," Sam chuckled. "I'm the one who suggested you for the new lead. I'm sure the council was already considering it since it didn't take much convincing on my part, but I'm the one who told them that you should take over. Hey, we're still on for watching that game, right?" he asked suddenly, referring to the college football Blaine had mentioned before the meeting.

Blaine's eyes widened and he looked at Sam, his jaw dropping in shock. "You…you suggested… So that's how you were so sure of yourself when you…Why?" he asked, giving up on the idea of forming complete sentences as he look on in shock as his friend continued sitting there as if nothing about this was at all strange.

"Blaine," Sam sat up straighter then leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees as he looked up at his shorter friend. "You're an awesome person, but when you sing…" He trailed off for a second, smiling to himself as he thought of Blaine's audition. "You just…come to life, you know? I know you're happier here at Dalton, but you look your best and your happiest when you're performing. If anyone should be up there singing lead for the Warblers, it's you. I had fun this year and all that, but I couldn't even get us a win at sectionals. I seriously think that you can take the Warblers places, Blaine."

Blaine's eyes softened and he couldn't not smile as he listened to Sam talk. He had never heard someone sound so…genuine when talking about his singing, and hearing it from Sam meant more than he would ever let on. Singing had been all he had, and he relied on his music for just about everything. "Thank you," was all he could think of in reply, smiling softly as he looked down at Sam.

"So how 'bout that game, huh?" Sam reminded, grinning at how happy he had seemed to make his friend. He stood up and clapped Blaine on the back with one hand, his sheet music in the other as he guided Blaine out of the room and back to his dorm.

If Blaine hadn't already realized it before, he was certainly well aware by now that Sam Evans was just about the greatest friend he could ever ask for.

A/N: Again, sorry for the long wait! It's been months and I know that's just...unacceptable but I hope this chapter was worth the wait? Maybe? Anyway, I'm really excited for the next few chapters so I promise to update more regularly now. If I don't then you have permission to lock me up in a tower until this fic is finished. XD