julian.

“Mr. Anderson?” Julian asked, walking into the choir room. “I..was wondering if I could talk to you about these dance moves. With all due respect to Mr. Schuester, The Warblers and I just don’t think they’re going to cut it,” he sighed. “We don’t know what to do.” 

The boy wasn’t off his mark.  The New Directions always seemed to get it together at the last second and it might happen this time–or not.  The chance of losing was too big.  They needed a solution fast   What Kurt, Rachel and Mr. Schue had to realize was their answer was standing in front of Blaine.  The former Warblers.  How to pitch that and not come off as completely overly cocky?  That was the issue. Sighing softly–Blaine motioned for Julian to take a seat beside him on the piano bench with a pat.  “I understand and you’re right.  Waiting for the Miracle Cure All is taking too big of a risk.”  Especially for his boys.  They needed this win.  “I’m not sure–and it’s going to take some convincing–but I think we can do it if you and I work together.”