Skylar didn’t mind the councilmen and he often found himself conversing with them on different song ideas and how to get the ball rolling to get the creative ideas flowing out of the other Warblers. However, he always felt as if they were pushing themselves and trying to go over the top with everything they did. Even with something as simple as a discussion the names of animals came up when trying to decide if a girl was able to join the Warblers. Trying to prove his point by forcing it upon the rest of the Warblers, it was never a tactic that worked, especially when you bring up squirrel Warblers. Yet even after they all felt guilt and shame, somehow they drifted further apart. The Warblers still a house divided that if not brought together would fall. Skylar was hoping that with this plan they could fix the brotherhood, they had come too far to let it go now.
Skylar knitted his eyebrows together as Blaine continued talking, taking note that he waved off mid sentence. He felt as if he should question it, push it a little further to ensure that everything was okay with their coach. He never understood why he had come back to Dalton in the first place, many students talking about the time he had proposed on the staircase with several different show choirs, how he had gotten into one of the top preforming arts schools in the country. Yet here he was, the Dalton legend himself, back coaching the Warblers. Skylar wanted to know, wanted to help and make sure that he was okay, but he also knew that it was overstepping his boundaries. ‘Maybe another time’ he thought to himself. Nodding at the offer, Skylar quickly agreed. “I can get in contact with them when we are fully ready. As far as I know they are not particularly busy tonight. Coffee sounds great right about now.”
“Great! Let’s get the mechanics down and we’ll call a meeting,” Blaine smiled as he stood and walked to the coat rack near his office door. A plaid jacket was on his shoulders with a shift of limbs and he made sure the collar was in place with a smoothing of his hands before stuffing them in his pockets loosely. A turn of a shoulder and nod of his head in the direction of the door urged Skylar to go first. “I just want to let you know that this isn’t the first time the Warblers or any choir–really–went through some rough times. I mean–once when I was the lead soloist? The mere suggestion I thought we were going to lose at Regionals turned everyone from being willing to turn over the entire song list to me into an explosion of chaos until I got them calmed down enough to hear me out and make a point.”
The wistful smile that began his point faltered but the pinching together of his eyebrows and the deep breath it took him to press on was aimed at the floor and hopefully unnoticed or ignored. It was the first time he let himself think back to that day in what felt like forever. When it used to be one of many memories he toyed with on a whim to get through a boring lesson or too much traffic. His stomach sank but less than a second later–he hoisted it back up and was smiling over at Skylar as he took the lead towards Dalton’s cafe. “What I am saying is? The Warblers are brothers before anything else. Brothers fight. God, do they. They disagree. And go through horrible times.” A nudge of his elbow against Skylar’s stressed his point. “But they’ll always come back together in the end because that bond is too important to break. Okay? We’ll get them through this. Whatever it takes. What’s the most important thing about Dalton and them to you? If you don’t mind me asking?”
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