I've always been somewhat fascinated by Vocal Adrenaline, so why not write a fic about them? Better yet, why not write a Klaine fic with a hint of Blesse about Vocal Adrenaline? Its a win/win/win.
Reviews are very much appreciated, I can tell you that.
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee. I know, I know. Im upset about it too.
"Again"
A simple word that had lost all of its meaning to the kids of Vocal Adrenaline; a word they had come to fear with almost as much intensity as they did the words 'You're out'.
It was a love hate relationship, really. It was the only relationship they had at all, in fact. There was no time for any feeling of romanticism, unless such a feeling was directed towards the prospect of performing until you die inside.
And yet, as this word was spoken, the troupe quickly obeyed and shuffled off to their positions for about the thirtieth time that day.
Blaine readied his feet in first position, careful to line them up perfectly, as Ms. Corcoran had the eyes of a hawk. A ruthless, cold-hearted, slave-driving hawk. Blaine couldn't help but giggle as he thought of Ms. Corcoran's head atop of a hawk's feathered body. He rarely found anything remotely amusing anymore (aside from other people's demise), and he snatched the opportunity with flying colors when he saw the chance.
Shelby Corcoran however, noticed that Blaine's position wasn't resembling someone who had a stick up their ass, so she quickly made the connection that Blaine had been slacking off once again. Not surprising. He was, in fact, the newest member of the brutal -but-fabulous powerhouse that was Vocal Adrenaline. How was he to know that if one measly second went by when he wasn't intimidating, the whole aura of the group she had been working so hard to preserve would be crushed. Leave it to the new kid to screw up her years of work.
"Anderson!" She called, her voice straining from frustration and the tiring task of yelling all day, every day.
The curly-haired sophomore turned around with an apologetic smile on his face. 'How typical' she thought; surveying the boy with a look that could only be described as disappointed.
"Ms. Corcoran, I apologize. I shouldn't have-"
"First off, don't apologize, it shows weakness." She cut him off to teach him one of the most valuable lessons she had in her back pocket. She may not like the kid, but she was an educator and she was there to do her job.
"Second, if I sense another ounce of amusement exuding from your position back there, you will sit out for the next two practices, which in all actuality, would get you pardoned from the team. We wouldn't want that would we?" She asked, trying to sound completely uninterested with the matter at hand.
"Jesse," She began; the only member of the troupe whom she allowed herself to call by their first name. "is the perfect example of how you should look as you're waiting for the selection to begin. Hands to your sides, head down, more focused than you have ever looked in your entire life. Thats how you should look. Back in position, Anderson."
Blaine huffed a 'yes, ma'am' and quickly returned to his spot in the back row. He couldn't help but think that Ms. Corcoran was strictly after him, but he did his best to dismiss this inkling of an idea as he waited patiently for the song to begin.
Before he knew it, he was up and dancing with the rest of the team; an intricate number that had taken the others about a day to learn, but for Blaine a gruesome three. He didn't have a solo like he'd wanted, but he tried to put this behind him so he could focus on not kicking his partner in the face as he listened to Jesse St. James belt out the lyrics to 'Scotty Doesn't Know'. It was an odd choice for a show choir, but it suited Jesse's voice perfectly. He was their star performer, after all.
Anytime Jesse opened his mouth to sing, Blaine forgot about how much of an asshole he was in everyday life. Its not that Jesse had actually paid Blaine any mind, but the way he sauntered down the halls of Carmel as if he owned them made Blaine a little skeptical of the boy's threshold for caring about other people's feelings.
Blaine would try to lie to himself with simple mantras such as 'Oh, he's not that great', or 'I could do that with ease', but of course these sayings were false, and Blaine knew it. Jesse was, however much of a jerk, a fabulous performer. Blaine would sometimes get so caught up in what Jesse was singing that he would find himself lagging in the dancing department, and would receive yet another scolding from Ms. Corcoran. In reality, Jesse's voice turned him on somewhat, although he would never admit such a thing.
He wanted to be Jesse St. James, but sometimes he also wanted to be with Jesse St. James.
His thoughts were interrupted by Ms. Corcoran for about the fourth time that day. "Stop! Stop, everyone stop." Ms. Corcoran shouted into her mic right before Jesse reached the second verse.
Jesse seemed to tense up at the disruption of yet another flawless performance on his part, but he knew better than to question the coach's motives.
"It was sloppy, pure and simple. Should I make you do it ten more times?" Ms. Corcoran asked, all too skilled in the art of inflicting emotional (and physical) pain on teenagers. There was no response from her pupils, though; they were trained well.
"Very well, then. Do it one more time, perfectly, and you can have a three minute break. Go on." She said, pressing the button to start the music once again.
Scotty doesn't know that Fiona and me
Do it in my van every Sunday.
She tells him she's in church but she doesn't go
Still she's on her knees and Scotty doesn't know!
Jesse's voice rang throughout the auditorium with such intensity that Blaine had to concentrate harder than usual on the choreography. He knew he wasn't the best dancer, and this circumstance was certainly a challenge as found himself becoming somewhat hard in his pants as he listened to Jesse's singing.
Oh Scotty doesn't know!
So Don't Tell Scotty!
Scotty doesn't know!
Scotty doesn't know!
So Don't Tell Scotty!
He joined in, then; attempting to harmonize whist doing the most difficult choreography he had ever been thrust into.
The rest of the song went on like before, with Jesse's voice continually turning Blaine on, while Blaine tried his hardest to ignore the sensation around his member and continue twirling his partner.
After the final note on the recording had been strummed, they waited for the applause that wouldn't come from Ms. Corcoran. They then swaggered off the stage in perfect order to get a much needed water break. Blaine was just about to step behind the safe haven that was the curtain when he was called over by none other than Ms. Corcoran.
She spoke with a softer tone than usual, perhaps due to the fact that the people she had to put on the bravado for were now hidden discreetly backstage. "Blaine-" she began, and Blaine quickly wondered how she even knew his first name. "I couldn't help but notice that you seem to be lacking some confidence up there. Because I don't actually have the time nor patience to teach you how to exude anything that rightfully gives you the title of showman, I think I'm going to ask Mr. St. James to be your, ah, mentor. We can't have you swinging around out there with the sex appeal of a baby penguin, can we?"
"Ms. Corcoran, while I appreciate your idea-" Blaine started to reject her offer, but she was too quick for him.
"Well thank you, Blaine. Its settled, then. I'll talk to Jesse right away." She said, as she left him there with a pat on the back, a smirk, and his mind to nervously scroll through the situations that could arise from this new obstacle.
Thank you for reading the first chapter! Hopefully I get the next one done soon! 3
The song used in this entry was 'Scotty Doesn't Know' by Lustra.
