A/N: I had this in my head for about two weeks and I've been playing a lot with this idea. Mainly because I was kinda unsure whether it'd work and I'd like it or not. But I decided to just go for it. I hope you enjoy it and Reviews make me happy :)
Disclaimer: The Warblers as well as Dalton Academy belong to the creators of Glee. I'm only using them for my own (and hopefully your) amusement.
Hi, my name is Jeff and I'm lead singer of the Dalton Academy Warblers. This is my story; how I made mistakes, almost lost everything because I wanted to be the only one in the spot light and how I found love along the way.
Some would probably call me an asshole or a pervert for the things I've done but I'd say I'm just really competitive. It started out with soccer. I fought so hard for every ball, every goal until I… I mean until we had won. Defeat and losing don't exist in my vocabulary. It's hard for people to understand that and I guess it's a bit unusual for a seven year old to run all over the place and to shout at his team mates because they are too stupid to handle a fucking ball. I had to stop playing soccer because of…well, let's just say unfortunate happenings. I guess I just wasn't a good enough team player back then.
That's why my parents made me start playing tennis. At least I wouldn't have to depend on someone else not messing up. I was the best at my school before I came to Dalton and I suppose I'd still be the best at Dalton if I hadn't stopped playing. It just got boring. No real competition.
I had always enjoyed singing and I knew that I had a great voice but tennis practice took up most of my time so I didn't have any spare time to file on my voice except for when I was playing the piano. Another thing that my parents forced on me but I loved it nonetheless and it gave me something to do in the evening and helped me work on my voice. But it still wasn't my main pastime. Well, that changed when I transferred to Dalton. The Dalton Academy Warblers were a prestigious group and not everyone was allowed to audition and from what I had heard before not even half of those who auditioned became a spot in the Warblers.
A new challenge. Something to keep me entertained. Well, getting in wasn't really a problem, not for me. What I hadn't expected were the intricate inner workings of the group. Although people were allowed to audition for solos, it was always one boy in particular who got the solo in the end. Blaine Anderson. He had a good voice although I think that if you'd really compare our voices, mine would come out as the stronger one. But somehow this short boy always snatched up the solos. I figured it had something to do with his charm. Well, he was beautiful with his dark hair that was a bit too strongly gelled for my taste but still, he was something to look at. Dark brown eyes that showed kindness and normally every single emotion that he had. He was easy enough to read if you paid attention to him. Blaine was almost always smiling and it was hard to resist smiling back at him. He had just something about him that tended to draw people in. Like I said he was short, shorter than me which is technically a good thing. I like being taller, it gave me a feeling of dominance and I liked feeling superior. It was sort of a kink of mine, towering over my boyfriend, pushing him against the wall, trapping him… And there we have it. Blaine's charming act had even drawn me in.
Who am I kidding of course I crushed hard on Blaine. He was shorter than me, had dark hair and a good voice. How could I not?
So, there were two things I wanted. Be the lead singer of the Warblers, thus basically push Blaine from his throne only to make him mine afterwards. I'm sure he could need a little comfort after he loses his spotlight.
I normally don't believe in luck but I think just this once I was pretty lucky to be in the right spot at the right time. I don't know if everything had gone this way if I hadn't been there to witness it. But I'm getting ahead of myself.
Jeff walked through the almost empty corridors of Dalton, arguing with himself in his head. He had been part of the Warblers for almost three months now and had auditioned for a solo at any given opportunity but still Blaine was the only one actually getting one. He had never failed at anything and his patience was wearing thin although there was no doubt in his head that he'd take the top spot sooner or later.
A quick glance on his watch showed that he'd have another hour to kill before Warblers practice but he changed his path anyway and walked towards the senior commons where they normally practiced. He had started to use his free time to practice on the piano trying to perfect his voice. It was weird because this was the first time he really had to work to get something.
When he arrived at the door to the senior commons he hesitated for a second, hand already on the door handle. There were whispering voices in the room accompanied by… was that a moan? Normally the sensible thing would have been to quietly leave and to come back in time for practice but something sparked interest in Jeff.
Whatever he had expected to find, the scene he saw after quietly opening the door wasn't anywhere near it. Jeff closed his eyes, took a deep breath and counted to three before opening them again. The scene playing out before him hadn't changed.
There in the middle of the senior commons stood Wes slightly leaning against the armrest of one of the sofas, panting. His hand was buried in dark curly hair that had obviously started to protest against the thick layer of gel. The Warblers well respected lead singer, Blaine Anderson, kneeled in front of Wes, his head bobbing up and down, accompanied by the obvious sounds of a blow job.
From his spot just outside the door Jeff could see every detail of the scene in front of him. The two boys were close enough for Jeff to see Blaine's pink lips firmly wrapped around Wes, saliva slowly dripping over his chin. Wes had thrown his head back and his eyes closed but Jeff was sure that his pupils would be lust blown. Another moan ripped through the silence of the forbidden scene.
Jeff couldn't make sense of what he was seeing. Wes wasn't gay, or was he? But how had no one noticed that he was dating Blaine? Maybe the two just weren't much into PDA's.
"Oh, Blaine…so good… come on….you want the solo or not?" Wes groaned loudly and Jeff's eyes flew back to the scene in the room.
No. It couldn't be. No. No way. That must be just something that was said in the heat of the moment. Or they were into role playing. Yeah, that had to be it. The other explanation was too absurd. After all it needed more than one Council member to vote for….
"Ah, Wes seeing you like that. Blaine's lips wrapped around you…that is so hot," came a different voice from somewhere in the room. Even without seeing the second boy, Jeff knew exactly who had spoken. David. That would be the second Council member. So maybe his assumption really wasn't so far off.
"Come here, David. We'll make it a bit quicker. Ahhh… Blaine," Wes moaned again, his hand gripping Blaine's hair with a bit more force. "Don't want anyone to interrupt and see our little star on his knees do we?" Wes smirked as David stepped next to him; hands already on his fly, popping open the button.
Jeff's eyes widened, that was too bizarre but on the other hand he couldn't take his eyes off of the scene in front of him.
Blaine's lips were wrapped firmly around Wes' erection; one hand encircled the base as his head bobbed up and down. His cheeks hollowed when he pulled away from the base only to eagerly take even more in than before.
The lead singer's other hand sneaked up towards David's fly, he had clearly enjoyed watching Wes and Blaine and was already hard when Blaine pulled his cock out of his boxers and wrapped his fingers around him. David moaned loudly at the contact and shuffled a bit closer to Wes, clearly enjoying the feeling of his best friend's body against his.
Wes' hand still wound tightly into Blaine's hair pulled the dark haired boy off of him and slowly guided him over to David's hard-on. Willingly Blaine licked across the tip of his cock, already wet with pre-come and teased the slit with his tongue. While his other hand lazily jerked Wes off, Blaine wrapped his lips firmly around David and took in as much at once as he could. Another loud moan fell from David's lips as the wet heat of Blaine's moth surrounded him.
"Oh yes… so good… Wes… I need." Understanding what his best friend needed Wes turned his head and crashed his lips against David's, his tongue forcing its way into the other boy's mouth while Blaine was still on his knees in front of them. Their kiss was sloppy and all tongue and teeth but exactly what both boys needed desperately.
Wes was the first to pull back, breathing heavily, one hand cupping David's face and stroking over his cheekbone almost lovingly while the other one still held on to Blaine.
"I missed you…us…this…" David muttered against Wes' neck, a hand sneaking towards the smaller boy's ass squeezing it hard, coaxing a loud moan from Wes' mouth.
"Me too, Dave. I…ah…" Wes moaned even louder as David's finger ghosted down the crack of his ass and over his entrance.
"You're mine after practice, we'll have all the time in the world in our room. I need you so bad," David whispered.
"Yes, oh my god, yes… Blaine, hurry," Wes breathed out, pulling David in for another deep kiss.
Blaine's hand around Wes' erection sped up in time with his mouth, working David over. Both boys had given up on forming coherent words instead loud breathing and moans filled the quiet room.
With almost no warning except for a shudder running through his body Wes came all over Blaine's hand while the dark haired boy continued to stroke him through his orgasm.
Seeing Wes come undone spurred David on and he whispered a warning to the boy in front of him before he tumbled over the edge as well, Blaine swallowing around him and cleaning him off before pulling away with a pop.
The dark haired boy sat back on his heels, smiling up at the two in front of him. Before he could rummage through his bag for a tissue David caught his wrist and bend down, licking it clean.
"Still taste the same, oh Wes…I wish we could go right now." Wes let out another moan at the sight, his cock twitched, hearing the urgency in David's voice.
After David let Blaine's fingers fall from his mouth the two boys pulled their pants back up and straightened out their blazers. The lead singer stood up slowly, his knees hurting from kneeling for so long, and dusted off some dirt from his pants.
David was the first to break the silence lingering in the room after the heated action.
"Where's Thad?" He asked, looking at Wes. "Wasn't he in the mood or something?"
Wes gave a sarcastic laugh, looking at his best friend. "Thad not in the mood? Dave, are you serious? That has never happened and never will and you know it." David nodded, everyone knew that Thad had a thing for Blaine and he would be the last to give up their arrangement.
"Blaine is going to him tonight, aren't you pet?" Wes looked back at Blaine who smiled back at him, nodding with a spark in his eye. "I think Thad has planned something special and we all know how he can get."
"Oh trust me, I know. You remember what it was like before Blaine came along."
Blaine actually laughed at that, of course he knew what it had been like before he transferred and decided to audition for lead. The dynamics had been a bit different back then but this was so much better. For all of them.
"I'm going to get something to drink and fix my hair before practice. Wes, next time keep your hands off the hair." Blaine looked at the two boys before him but they were staring at each other, hands intertwined and a silent conversation going on between them. With a sigh the dark haired boy turned to the door where a hectic Jeff quickly but silently pushed the door closed before almost running down the hallway to hide in an alcove.
A second later the door opened and Blaine walked past the alcove, smiling to himself. Jeff held his breath, thoughts and plans racing through his mind. He didn't understand everything that had just happened in the common room but he certainly got the idea and now it made sense that Blaine always got the lead no matter what.
Maybe it wouldn't be so easy to trump Blaine after all. A plan started to form in his mind but he needed all the puzzle pieces which meant he'd stake out close to Thad's room tonight. He had to see for himself what exactly was going on in the Warblers.