Thanks for clicking on my story! It's been a while since I've updated, I know- so I've decided to complete re-edit the existing chapters that I've published, then continue to write the rest of the fic. The reviews I've gotten reminded me how much I'd wanted to write this AU, and I'm so sorry to the faithful readers who check back to see if it's been updated. Now, I really can't promise any weekly updates, my schedule is even more packed than it was before. But I will try my best to finish this story to the best of my abilities. Scout's honor!

To re-iterate, all chapters previous to 4 were revised/edited. I suggest you reread those. This has been a PSA.

Disclaimer: I do not own Scott Pilgrim vs. The World, nor do I own Glee. If I did, there would be much more profanity and general silliness.


NOT LONG AGO…

IN THE MYSTERIOUS LAND…

OF LIMA, OHIO…

BLAINE ANDERSON WAS DATING-

"- a freshman." Wes Montgomery tsked, sipping his coffee and leaning back against his chair. Warbler practice was starting in ten minutes and they had migrated to the Dalton common room to chill out before rehearsal. "A freshman." The councilman repeated, as if he still couldn't believe it. Wes had gone to Pepperidge Oaks Public High School before transferring to Dalton, and still thought that the youngest person any junior could date was a sophomore. Because really, it was almost pedophilic if you thought about it. Which Wes did.

Jeff Van Austin looked up from his textbook, flipping his blonde hair away from his face. "Really?" He asked, intrigued. "Is he hot?" Jeff was straight, but had unnaturally gay tendencies, such as going out for pedicures (they relaxed him, okay?) and buying every new Vogue when they were released. He likes to blame his friendship with Blaine for that, but his roommate said that Jeff would watch old Liza Minnelli movies when he thought no one was awake even before Blaine transferred (Jeff denies these claims).

Wes ignored the blonde and stared at Blaine, who attempted to lessen the awkwardness with a slight cough. "How old are you now, Blaine Warbler? Hmm? Eighteen? Nineteen?"

Blaine looked at him, eyebrow raised. "Dude, I've known you for six years. You don't know I'm seventeen?"

"Are you're dating a fresh?" Jeff held out his fist, waiting for his friend to bump it. "Niice..." The lead singer of the Warblers hesitantly touched knuckles with him while Nick Parsons, who was sitting across the table, nudged his shin with his foot.

"So have you guys…" he made a weird hand gesture in the air. "Ya know… done it yet?" Nick was a handsome young man, but had the charm of a stuffed teddy bear. His parents were strict, and didn't let him watch PG-13 movies till he was sixteen. The Dalton boys had been the one to give him the sex talk.

Blaine took a drink from his own coffee, almost gagging as the scalding, bitter liquid ran down his throat. Four sugars weren't enough. He'd have to remember that for tomorrow. "Well, I mean," He set down the coffee cup and shrugged his shoulders. " He goes to Watson High, so we hang out at the Book Nook on weekends, and he tells me about how gym went, and science club…you know, freshman drama."

"Yeah, yeah, okay," Nick replied, waving his hand as if to push that newfound information aside. "But, have you guys kissed yet?"

"We almost held hands on the way to PizzaMia, but I think he got embarrassed." Wes grimaced as Blaine's face broke out into a tiny grin.

"Well," he deadpanned. "Aren't you pleased as punch?"

"So what's his name?" Jeff asked, looking back down at his book.

"Jeremiah Justin. He's Canadian."

The entire table froze. "Canadian?" We rolled his eyes, but Nick stared at Blaine in awe."Awesome! How'd you meet him?" Blaine cleared his throat and got ready the epic tale.

"I believe I mentioned the Book Nook?"


"Jeremiah!" A strict-looking woman yelled across the bookstore, tapping her foot impatiently. "Get your book and let's get going already, eh? We have to go to Gram's to get some of her homemade maple syrup! Hurry, or Uncle Josh is gonna eat it all!"

"I'm coming, Mom, just hold on!"

Blaine chuckled at the sound of the impatient young man. He remembered fighting with his mother like that- since he started going to Dalton, he started appreciating his family a little more. Standing on his toes, he reached up to grab his favorite book of all time, only to gasp when a hand suddenly snatched the novel from the shelf. "Hey, that's mine!"

The singer whirled around to find himself face to face with a tall, tan boy with curly brown hair. Blaine gaped at him, eyes going back and forth from his face to the book in his hands.

"Oh, I'm so sorry!" The boy blushed, holding the paperback out to him. "I didn't realize you were getting this book." He looked down at the ground, clearly embarrassed.

Blaine couldn't help but smile at the adorableness of the guy and pushed the book back towards him. "No, you can have it. I was just going to get it again cuz I lost my old copy, but it seems like you need it more. Nice choice by the way," he added, tapping the cover. "It's one of my favorites."

Really? You like Of Mice and Men?" The boy's eyes shone in admiration. "Wow. You're so…intellectual."

Blaine chuckled. "Yeah, I guess you could say that." He stuck his hand out. "Hi, I'm Blaine."


Around the table, everyone looked up at Blaine. "Is that seriously the end of the story?" Wes asked in disbelief.

"Yes."

Jeff smirked and went back to his book.

"So when do we get to meet him?" Nick asked, nudging Blaine again.

"Oh, please say it'll be soon," Wes muttered into his coffee.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the common room door and Ms. Crenshaw, the school receptionist, peeked her head inside. The room went silent as she looked down at the piece of paper in her hands. "I'm looking for Blaine Anderson? A 'Jeremiah Justin' is here to see you."

Everyone looked at Blaine, who smiled and stood up. "Let him in, please, Ms.-"

"Whoa, whoa, wait hold up." Councilman David Harper stood up and walked over to his fellow Warbler, lowering his voice so he couldn't be heard by the others. "Is that guy here to watch us rehearse?" Blaine nodded. "Is he going to geek out?"

"I'm sure he'll just sit in the corner or something, man. Don't worry."

"No, no I want him to geek out, dude. We need the fresh energy." David was secretary for the Warblers, in charge of keeping the minutes and booking the venues for their performances. No one was excluded from a Warbler show. David made them perform for the animals in the pound once.

Blaine sighed. "Yeah, ok, I'll tell him he can geek out."

David smiled, but looked over Blaine's shoulder at Wes, who was staring at them suspiciously. "And is councilman Wes okay with this visitor?" Blaine turned around to look hopefully at the Warbler president, who just glared at him and went back to his coffee.

"Yeah, I think he's fine with it." David looked at him for a minute then shrugged and motioned to the door. He watched warily as Blaine went to meet his guest. Wes was David's best friend, and even though he knew that glare meant that the councilman was not okay with it, he also knew that Wes agreed with him on the Warblers needing an audience. Hopefully this young man that Blaine invited would play his cards right.


Jeremiah was looking at the magnificent décor on the walls when Blaine met him in the hallway. "Hey, you!"

The freshman jumped at the sound of his voice and turned, a big smile on his face. "Hey Blaine!" He motioned to the walls. "Nice school, it looks so…prestigious! I wish I went here."

"Yeah, it's pretty sweet, but you get used to it as time goes by."

"Thanks for inviting me to your rehearsal," Jeremiah added. "I'm really honored to be here."

"No problem, but do you promise to be good?"

"Of course I'll be good!"

Blaine looked at him. "No, really. Please be good." Jeremiah nodded.

"I'll be good. Am I normally not?"

Behind the two boys, someone cleared their throat. Blaine turned to see David standing there, looking at his watch. "It's time for rehearsal, Blaine."

The singer nodded. "Oh, Jer, this is David." He said, introducing the pair. "He's our secretary."

"Hello," Jeremiah said timidly. David nodded in acknowledgement.

"Are you good?"

"…Yes?"

"Good." David grabbed his hand and shook it. "Hi, I'm David." He turned back to Blaine and pointed to his watch. "We're late. Let's go."


"So, you can just put your coat down anywhere," Blaine said, motioning to the grey jacket Jeremiah was wearing. The young teen looked around the room at the rest of the Warblers, who were all staring at him curiously. He gave a nervous wave as Blaine took him by the hand and brought him over to a cross-looking Asian standing nearby. "This is Wes, he's our president."

"Hi," Jeremiah said, holding out his hand. The boy shook it reluctantly. "I'm sorry, what was your name?"

"Wes Montgomery."

"And you're the president?"

Wes looked down at the lapel pin on his blazer, where 'PRESIDENT' was written in bold print. "…yes."

Jeremiah smiled. "That's so cool." A blonde blur ran behind them, but Blaine reached out and caught it by the arm.

"And this is Jeff."

Jeff reached out his hand, and Jeremiah shook it. "Hi. I'm Jeff."

"What do you sing, Jeff?" the freshman asked. Jeff shrugged. "Mostly 'bops' and 'dums'…I sang a 'jenga' once. It was fun."

Blaine saw the confused look on his boyfriend's face. "Jeff's a background singer." Jeff nodded.

"I'm a background singer."

"Guys!" David yelled from across the room. All the other Warblers had assumed their positions and were ready to start. Wes and Jeff made their way to the group and Blaine pointed at an empty chair in the corner on the room. "You can sit right there." He gave Jeremiah an encouraging smile then joined the rest of his teammates.

"Okay," Blaine said as Jeremiah sat down. "Let's start with Dings."

David turned towards Jeremiah. "That's not the actual name of the-"

"We are the Dalton Academy Warblers!" Wes shouted, interrupting him. "One, two, three, four!"

"Ding, digading! Ding, ding!" The Warblers chorused. "Ding, digading! Ding, ding, ding, ding!"

Blaine cleared his throat.

Showtime.

"At first we started out real cool,
Taking me places I ain't never been.
But now you're getting comfortable,
Ain't doing those things you did no more.
Your slowly makin' me pay for things
Your money should be handling"

Jeremiah watched them perform, transfixed on the talent and confidence that radiated from the group, Blaine especially. Watson High didn't have a very good music program, and this was probably the first time he'd seen such a phenomenal group.

The Warblers sang out, their voices rising higher in harmony as the song came to a close.

"Can you pay my bills?
Can you pay my telephone bills?
Can you pay my automo'bills?
If you did then maybe we could chill.
I don't think you do
So you and me are through!"


"See you on Saturday, Jeremiah!" Blaine called, waving as the other teen boarded the bus outside the Dalton school gates. Jeremiah nodded, still in awe of the amazing performance he'd just witnessed.

"Warblers…wow.."

Jeff, Nick, David, and Wes joined Blaine as he watched the bus leave.

"He seems nice." David said, smiling at the lead singer.

"Yeah..' Blaine sighed happily.

"He seems awesome!" Jeff exclaimed, his grin even bigger than David's.

"Yeah..."

Wes glared at the rest of the boys. "Blaine, are you really happy or are you really evil?" Blaine turned towards him, grinning as well.

"Yeah..."


So, if you're wondering why this fic doesn't seem like my usual writing style it's because I'm using the original Scott Pilgrim movie script for reference. Most of the format for the lines are going to exactly the same, only formatted to fit the character's situation and their personalities. Bear with me- this writing is much choppier and abrupt than I'm used to, so it'll take some time to make it flow a little smoother.

This has been a Public Service Announcement from your friendly neighborhood writer.