Sing us a song, you're the piano man

[justlove]

Who: Blaine Anderson and open.
Where: The music room.
When: Afternoon on 12/30.
Rating: PG.
Summary: Blaine + music room = otp? No, seriously, Blaine finds the mansion music room and makes himself right at home.
The Story:

When Blaine finally set foot in the music room, he instantly became the kid in the candy store. The room had everything a singer and performer needed - instruments and a plethora of sheet music of all kinds.

Blaine knew that this was the kind of place that he could just hang out in for hours. He grabbed the first sheet music collection he saw, sat down on the piano bench and began leafing through it.

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[bigbrothercoop]

Cooper had been looking for the music room since he got here. A part of him really wanted to just sing. When he finally found the music room, he felt like he had found paradise. He really didn't expect anyone else to be here, so having Blaine there was a happy surprise.

"Hey little brother!" He bounded into the room and walked over to the piano, staring at the sheet music. "And what are you going to play? Going to tickle the ivories?"

[justlove]

Blaine looked up when he heard someone energetically entering the room. "Oh, hey, Cooper," he said as he continued to leaf through the music book. "I'm not sure yet. There's a lot of good songs in here."

"A lot of" doesn't even begin to cover it. Blaine was attempting to narrow it down when Cooper showed up.

[bigbrothercoop]

Cooper nodded his head and flipped through the books. "No Duran Duran," he teased. There was a smile on his face as he looked through the different song options that they had here. He didn't push it what he thought Blaine should sing. Instead, he would just wait to see what Blaine chose.

He was just glad that the room was here in the first place. The kids needed to start singing together again. There weren't that many here, but maybe if Cooper stepped up, they could at least sing together. Like a jam session. He was no Will, but he knew a thing or two about singing.

The worst part is they all missed home. Maybe this music room would give his brother a little happiness. That's all he wanted.

[justlove]

Blaine looked confused. "I wasn't thinking about Duran Duran, but it's not like that would be an odd choice." He remembered very well the performances he and his older brother used to give when they were younger.

"I was thinking about doing some Katy Perry or Pink, because they're usually my go-to artists, but I'm not sure now." Mostly because Cooper probably wouldn't like either of those. Though, on the other hand, no one's making Cooper stay. "You know, I don't even remember who your favorite artists are, Coop."

[bigbrothercoop]

Cooper's eyes lit up as he looked at Blaine, smiling a little wider. "No, I just mean I don't see any Duran Duran sheet music here. Hey, we were known for our dueling LeBon performances. If you wanted to do it, I'd do it?" Yes, he looked a little hopeful. He wanted to sing with Blaine. A lot. Maybe they could reenact their singing at McKinley? Well, it would only be reenacting to him. Blaine didn't remember. Still, it would be a start, right? He wanted nothing more than to make things right again.

"Hmmm... Katy and Pink are good. I can see you singing them. They'd be a great choice. Not pitchy. I love Pink. That one song, Raise Your Glass, that would be a good one." And yes, Cooper feels like some sort of time traveler, having future knowledge that Blaine doesn't. He wonders if he can do any good with this new power of his.

"I like anything from 80's. The 90's are good too." He bit his lip, looking among the sheet music. "Do they have an artist called Gotye here among the paperwork?" He smiled at Blaine. "Come on. Whatever you pick, I'll sing with you. It will be like old times!"

[oversight]

Much like any other day, Blake was doing what he could to discover the nuances of the large mansion he shared with others, so many of which were still strangers to him. He'd found that there were always new faces and new stories, and if it weren't for the fact that he could train every day — something he could focus on to take his mind off of the looming fact that he was in Wonderland and escape didn't appear to be as imminent as he'd liked — John might have gone a little bit crazy already. Routine, unfortunately, did not always settle him.

In cases like that, normality reigned, and nothing worked better than a familiar face. As he passed the music room he didn't even know was there, he noted a profile he'd seen before. The seconds passed; he considered leaving Blaine alone with his music room, but instead decided against it, opting to casually lean in the doorway with his arms crossed.

"See you found what you were lookin' for. Good fortune," he commented lightly and followed it with a gesture toward the piano where Blaine sat. "You play?"

[justlove]

Blaine had just settled on a song that he liked when John walked in. "Yeah, I did. It took a little bit of looking around, but I'm really glad I kept at it. This place is amazing." He grins as he looks around at all the different instruments and songbooks. "It's like a singer's dream."

His smile grows bigger as he looks at the piano. "I guess I should thank my parents for all those lessons they let me have."

[oversight]

"Couldn't hurt," John reasoned as he loosened his posture, slipped his hands into his pockets, and stepped into the room. Thinking back, he couldn't remember a single time he'd visited the music room in his high school, but he imagined it was nothing like the place where he was currently standing.

As he passed several instruments, he cleared his throat and spoke up. "Were you gonna play? You want—" Blake was momentary thrown off by the acoustics of the room, left wondering if he voice normally sounded so throaty. He shook off the thought and returned his attention to the young man. "You want me to leave?" Blaine didn't seem all that shy, so he expected the company wouldn't be entirely off-putting, but the option to be left alone was already on the table, and he thought it was only right to ask.

[justlove]

"No, of course not. I mean, if you want to go, that's fine, but I don't mind at all." Blaine focused his gaze on the piano's keys, and played a C chord, holding down the notes until the last sounds died away. The piano had a great sound, and he wondered who kept it tuned.

"I'm taking requests," he said with a grin. He was mostly kidding, but if the older man had a particular song he wanted to hear, Blaine was up for the challenge of trying to play it. "What kind of music do you like?"

[oversight]

It's enough of an invitation for John to grab up a chair and place it nearby. He sits inverted so he can rest his arms over the back. "Don't listen much anymore," he admitted, though his voice bore no shame for the fact. Blake had always been more of a bookworm than a musician, more likely to be caught with a mystery serial in hand than a CD. "But I was into some stuff in high school, I guess. Punk, some grunge. Nothin' that prob'ly lends itself to piano," he added, though he imagined something by Nirvana would come the closest if he had to choose just one song.

Blake waved Blaine on. "C'mon, why don't you just pick somethin' you like? You're the expert, not me." And truthfully, he wouldn't mind hearing anything since he found the mansion to be eerily quiet at times.

[freetobe]

Castiel appeared out of thin air.

This was not a trick or even something he did to show off. There was the distinct sound of rustling feathers, and then the angel stood in the middle of the room where before there had not been anything remotely Castiel-shaped.

He looked around with a slight frown. He had been scouting around the mansion, mapping out its perimeters. And because he was a creature of flight, he had seen no pressing reason not to fly into the middle of a room.

The purpose of the room somewhat puzzled him until he recognized some of the instruments. Music. One of the great fascinations of humankind.

Castiel's gaze softened as he spotted Blaine. "Hello."

[justlove]

Blaine looked up when he heard that rustling sound that sounded a lot like rustling feathers, and jumped in surprise. Suddenly there was a man in the room with him, and he had no idea how he'd gotten there so quickly and silently. Sure, he could have just walked in through the door, but Blaine hadn't even heard a thing. He wasn't that engrossed in the sheet music book.

"Hi," Blaine said as his surprise slowly dissipated. "Sorry, I guess I was more focused on picking a song than I thought. I didn't even hear you come in." He gestured at the numerous chairs that were placed around the room. "You can sit down, if you want."

[freetobe]

"I did not walk," Castiel offered. It always astonished him how humans could refuse to believe what was so obvious and right before their eyes in favor of creating illogical explanations. The pinnacle of creation, indeed. The angel tilted his head. "You are a musician?"

He didn't sit down, but picked up a sheet music book as well.

"Human music fascinates me. It is so crude, yet it makes the souls glow brighter with joy."

[justlove]

"Yeah, I guess I can see that," Blaine said, still boggling a bit at Castiel. In his experience, people don't just appear out of thin air. "A singer, a piano player, a performer, you name it." He laughed. He was good at a lot of different things, so he didn't feel like he fit under just one label.

"I agree. Music is great." He wondered at the "crude" part of what Castiel said, but didn't press the issue. "Hang on, what do you mean by 'human' music?"

[freetobe]

"Music produced by humans."

Castiel failed to elaborate further than that. He also didn't look over at Blaine as he skimmed through some of the sheets.

"If you wish to sing, play or perform, do not let my presence stop you."

The angel had to admit that he missed music - the song of the Host, though, had no equal among mankind. Still, melodies and harmonies and even the most crude attempt at producing sound made Castiel feel a little less far removed from home.

[eatsyourscience]

Souji's coming by the music room to look for some slide oil and he pauses in the doorway at seeing someone is already there.

"Hi."

[justlove]

Blaine stops mid-note, having been working on a particularly difficult musical passage for the past few minutes. "Oh, hi. Am I in your way?"

[eatsyourscience]

Souji shakes his head, stepping inside.

"Blaine, right?"

[justlove]

"That's right." He grins apologetically. "Sorry, I don't remember your name."

[eatsyourscience]

"We only met once or twice. I'm Souji."

[usskickass]

It had been a while since there had been any activity in the music room, so when she heard movement as she walked by she had to peek in to see what was going on. She'd missed the glee club meetings-- maybe one of the kids was going to start one up?

Ah, yes, Blaine might take the lead. He seemed like the kind of kid who had a knack for leadership and the unfortunate fate of not recognizing this talent at all. Beiste might need to give him a gentle push, in that case.

"Hey there. You gonna do a glee club meeting?"

Or, you know, just ask.

[justlove]

Blaine looked up from the songbook that was capturing most of his attention just in time to see the coach peer in.

"Hi, Coach." He puts the book aside, setting it down next to him. "I wouldn't know the first thing about doing one," he says. "I mean, I've heard Kurt talk about practices, but the Warblers are different from the New Directions."

On a basic level, they're both glee clubs, but the dynamics and the way they're structured are entirely different.

[usskickass]

Beiste blinks, surprised. "Really? Ain't it just...singin' and dancin'?"

She has a hard time picturing it being much different from group to group.

[justlove]

"Well, yes, but it's different over at Dalton. The Warblers have more rules and traditions than the New Directions."

It's still a group that sings for fun, but it's also quite a bit more regulated than the McKinley glee club.

[usskickass]

"Traditions?" She squints, trying to think if the New Directions had any. "Like...mash-up week or...?"