isaac.

   Isaac quickly ran through a scale on his
   sax as he listened to Blaine. He shrugged
   and adjusted the mouthpiece of the instrument.
   He really didn’t disclose this kind of information,
   but at this point– he didn’t care. “I know quite a
   lot of his stuff…” He tapped his feet. “Really kinda
   like him,” He murmured, not really to the other boy,
   but to his saxophone.

Watching Isaac give the confession of being–dare he
say–a Timberlake fan towards his saxophone made
Blaine’s smile grow until the whites of his teeth showed.
Okay.  That was sort of adorable.  “Isaac?  I promise not
to tell anyone your deep, dark secret.  I mean–most of
this school knows and rolls their eyes at some of the
music I love the most.  I’ll spare you the same treatment.
Mind if I start with a few notes?  This piano is as in tune as
it’s ever going to get.”  Sad.  But true.  “Join in whenever
you want.”