A.N – This is a mash up of Glee and the movie It's a Boy Girl Thing. I'm not using the Glee characters, only my faves and the ones that I think fit the movie. I don't own characters or storylines from either Glee or the movie, but love the idea of combining the two.

Blaine's POV

Blaine sat at his piano trying to concentrate on a new song he was trying to write. He had been inspired lately and was trying to get it out and on paper. If it was as good as what was in his head he might be able to perform it at his NYADA audition next week. Just the thought of auditioning sent a current of fear and tension through his body. He would soon be moving to New York and studying for his Double Major in Music and Dramatic Arts. Senior year was hotting up with, not only was his audition but assignments, National Championships for both Glee and cheerleading, and next weekend The Homecoming Dance (yeah right, like he was even going).

He paused, closed his eyes and took a deep breath. While trying to calm his rapidly increasing heart rate, the noise from his egotistical neighbour seemed to increase. The tell-tale background music of Halo along with non-sensical rantings of the blonde who was playing said video game was getting very loud and doing nothing for Blaine's already high blood pressure.

Blaine stormed to his bedroom window and yelled, "Turn it down! Sam! I'm trying to practice."

Sam noticed Blaine gesturing out of the window and pressed pause on his game.

"What are going on about?" Sam asked, with a hint of annoyance "I can't hear what you are yabbering on about, I am trying to play my game"

"The whole street can hear what you are playing, Sam. Can you turn it down or better still, off?"

"What do I get out of it?" Sam annoying smirked.

"The gratitude of those who respect their hearing" Blaine answered, tiring of the conversation and just wanting to get back to his piano, in peace.

"I'll mute the game if you show me your junk!" Sam infuriatingly laughed.

"No way!" Blaine shrieked recoiling into the window and covering himself needlessly.

"Oh well, I've seen it before" Sam continued to laugh.

"You have not, you're ridiculous. Please be kind enough to keep the noise down to a dull roar" Blaine countered before slamming the window down and turning his back on the obnoxious blonde. In his haste, he didn't realise that his thin pyjama bottoms got caught in the window ledge and were ripped from his body as he turned. He was now standing in front of the window wearing nothing more than his white singlet that barely reached down to the bottom of his stomach. Shock coursed through Blaine's body as all he could do was look in Sam's direction to see if the other boy had noticed. He quickly covered himself as he saw that his worse fear was indeed true.

Sam was hanging out of his window with his eyes huge as he laughed and pointed at Blaine, "Have now!" He chuckled as he slammed his window and shut his blind.

Sam's POV

The next morning Sam got out of bed, yawning his way down the hallway to his siblings' bedroom. He loved getting up a bit early and spending some mindless chat time with his little blonde scallywags. It was better that he got up before them. Otherwise, well let's just say they never seemed to miss landing in an unfortunate spot when they came to him. As the only way they knew how to wake him up was by bouncing on the bed. The times when he has been sprung with this morning hard on or worse the few times he was caught taking care of it, did not end well ... at all.

He bounded in and landed on his little brother Stevie's bed. "Out of bed, you must get" Sam his best yoda impression with his morning voice. Giggles filled the room as Stacey leapt from her bed onto Stevie's and the three Evans siblings engaged in their favourite activity … Tickle war!

"Get your little butts down here!" Mary Evans yelled from the kitchen "Eat this stuff before it gets cold."

Stacey and Stevie, Sam's twin siblings squealed their way from the bedroom to the kitchen in excitement for whatever it was that their mother had made. Sam however took his time as he knew he couldn't indulge in too much of the goodness his mother had undoubtedly prepared. He had to watch his intake of food if he was going to get into modelling next year. Well, that was his back-up plan if he didn't get the football scholarship to NYU. He knew not to get his hopes up with that as his GPA was not the best and he had gotten the lowest SAT score known to man, so all he had to count on getting him out of this town was his looks.

As he entered the kitchen, the smells drove him insane. He couldn't help but grab a warm pancake from the stack to nibble on while he read the headlines of the sport section.

"Good morning, Champ! Big game coming up next week, huh?" Dwight Evans said as he patted his son's shoulder and sat down across from him at the table. "Coach Bieste says all the big college scouts are going to be there."

Sam looked up from the paper to his father's excited face. All he could do was nod in return as his throat suddenly felt tight.

"You know," Dwight continued. "You'll be the first of my family to attend college"

"Actually," his mum chuckled as she sat next to her husband at the table. "I think he might be the first in your family to even finish school".

"You're hilarious." Mr Evans mock-glared at his wife as she cheekily giggled at her own joke. He looked at Sam and noticed that he wasn't smiling or laughing along with them and guessed (correctly) that they may be making him nervous with all this talk of scouts and college. "However, you always know there is a job waiting for you at Spatula World if things don't go quite to plan. Hey, son?"

"Yeah, thanks Dad" Sam nervously muttered before hearing the car horn outside that heralded the arrival of his best friend Puck to take him to school. "That will be my ride. Catch you all this afternoon after football practice. Love you!"

A chorus of 'I love you's and 'Bye's flooded him as he took off out the front door towards Puck's beat-up convertible. Noah "Puck" Puckerman was a self-confessed ladies' man who liked to think he was hung like a horse. Hence, the horse neighs that were currently coming from the car as Sam jogged over the lawn and stealthily leapt over the closed passenger side door into the car next to his friend.

"Good morning, my fine brother from another mother" Puck greeted him as they shared their secret hand-shake they had devised years ago. "Hit it"

At Puck's prompt, Sam hit play on the car stereo and Eminem came blaring out of the speakers

"Yeah!" Sam yelled as he high-fived Puck and they zoomed off into the direction of the school.

As they rounded the corner Puck seemed to zero in on the fact that Blaine was walking along the path up ahead. Sam snickered as he thought Blaine must have missed the bus, again. He also tried not to think about what happened last night. Ooh, he didn't get much sleep last night taking care of the effect seeing Blaine half-naked had on his body. Not that he was complaining – those images would stay in his spank bank for quite some time. He would never admit that fact out loud though.

"Well, well! What do we have here?" Puck exclaims, "Would this be a virginal, little gleek I see in front of me?"

"Why I believe it is!" Sam played along, looking forward to whatever Puck might have in mind to prank his neighbour.

"I think he may be standing way too close to that puddle" Puck said excitingly before speeding up the vehicle.

"Not a smart move for a smart man" Sam said in his best Jim Carrey impression and could only chuckle as Puck swerved the car through the puddle splashing mainly Blaine and a bit of water coming back on them also. Not a big loss for them as Sam's hair was always perfect and Puck had a short Mohawk that needed no day-to-day maintenance. Blaine on the other hand was insanely obsessed with gelling his hair and turning it into a helmet rather than a hair-do. So completely drenching him, and the gel, his hair would inevitably be ruined. Bring on the curls, Sam thought with a chuckle he couldn't keep in.

When they arrived at school, Puck was greeted at the door by his girlfriend Quinn who he very quickly shoved into the janitor's closet as god-forbid he be seen making out with his girlfriend. It would ruin his reputation apparently. Sam however tried to avoid his girlfriend. Britney was beautiful, no doubt about it and she was adoringly clueless on all sorts of levels which made her heaps of fun and he liked hanging out with her. But lately, he found his interests lay elsewhere. Who was he kidding, his interest had been on someone else for years. The fact that it was a boy didn't worry him. He knew love was love and was not afraid to let people know that he was bi. Gay kids didn't seem to get much hassle at school. There were a few out and proud couples and no-one seemed to care, which was great. No, the big problem was that he had a huge crush on …. his neighbour. His talented, beautiful, smart and funny neighbour Blaine, who oh yeah, hated Sam with a vengeance. Sure Sam goaded him and loved the to-and-fro thing they had, but that was as far as it could go because Sam was nowhere near good enough to be with someone like Blaine.

Just as Sam thought he might be able to get from his locker to class unnoticed from Britney, the blonde cheerleader suddenly on top of him and slamming him into the locker as her lips came crashing onto his. While he may have a crush on his neighbour, there was no way that he could deny Britney kisses. She was gorgeous and crazy and loved touches and kisses as much as what Sam did. The only thing that interrupted his morning greeting with his girlfriend was the familiar groan that came from a few lockers away. He tore his lips from Britney's and turned his head to see Blaine glaring at them with his hair looking like he had stuck his finger in an electrical socket.

"Oh, hi Blaine Warbler!" Britney cheerily greeted him. "I'm so glad you let the furry animal out from under the helmet you usually wear"

"You're hilarious, Britney" Blaine griped, not getting that Britney genuinely believed Blaine had an animal that he carried around on his head.

"Sorry about that puddle, Just sort of came right at us" Sam stirred. He was sure he could actually see the steam coming out of Blaine's ears. He really was a very uptight person at times.

"Oh please, don't apologise" Blaine said closing his eyes and scarily calming immediately. "I understand that this is as good as life is going to be for you guys. Look around, enjoy it now, because this is it. Outsiders like me are here to be the butt of jokes and the one to play pranks on, but then … I get out of this god-forsaken town and make something of myself.. .. You and your little posse, on the other hand, now that's a different story. As the years go by, you two will get married, live in your parents' basement, have a handful of kids and work with your dad at Spatula World. One day you will find yourself fat, drunk and depressed, sitting in the Sports Bar down the road crying with the bartender about the squalid, sexual encounters your wife is having with your friends."

"Ooh, which friends?" Britney asked, naively engrossed in the story.

"All of them!" Blaine slammed his locker and headed to class.

Blaine's POV

After lunch Blaine headed to the parking lot as his class was taking a field trip to the museum. This is the last thing he felt like doing today. The one day he forgot to put a back-up jar of hair gel in his bag, his Neanderthal neighbour and his cave-man bestie decide to soak him in water half-way to school. He was sure there was a jar in his locker, but on arrival at the school and seeing Sam and Britney plastered to each other a few lockers down from his, both looking as flawless as always, he found that the jar was empty and remembered he finished it last week after Puck had dumped a slushy on him and he had to clean up and re-gel. Puck had gotten out of the habit of slushying the glee kids lately, but his girlfriend Quinn recently joined and he was not happy about it.

So now he was forced to go out in public with his hair looking like fairy-floss, because everyone at school seeing it and commenting wasn't enough. Geez, life sucked. And when it couldn't get any worse, he was stopped from entering the bus by Sebastian - the guy who had wanted into his pants since middle-school.

"Well hey there, Sexy. Want to ride with me?" Sebastian leered at him, leaning his arm across Blaine, blocking his access to the stairs of the bus.

"Um, I think there is plenty of room for separate seats" Blaine muttered and ducked quickly under the other boy's arm with ease. His boxing skills came in handy sometimes. Not only could he defend himself with his fists, if needed, he was quick and good with misdirection. A talent that was definitely needed while Sebastian was around.

"Oh, you are no fun!" Sebastian laughed, following Blaine onto the bus. "One day, one day" He promised as he strut past where Blaine had flopped into the front single seat.

As Blaine looked out the window, he saw Sam and Britney come down the path holding hands. He took this time to take in Sam's broad shoulders, beautiful sculpted torso that his tight shirt hugged perfectly, his long legs that were …. And that's were Blaine looked away. He shifted in his seat as he readjusted the sudden tightening of his pants. Why did his neighbour have to be so beautiful? Why did he have the biggest crush ever on the quarterback who was way out of his league? Blaine just closed his eyes and tried not to listen to Britney yabbering on about a prom dress that was a mix of Lady GaGa and Katy Perry and that Sam had to wear Armani. Britney's dad was going to take Sam suit shopping so that he was respectable enough to be seen with Britney but not too hot that he detracted from Britney and Santana.

Blaine snickered to himself at that point and was quite glad he wasn't part of that scene so he didn't have to deal with Santana Lopez. She was Britney's best friend and, quite frankly, scary. She was very intensely possessive of Britney and was now stalking toward the bus and climbing the stairs.

"Hey, Brit!" Santana yelled, standing at the front of the bus with her arms crossed. "You don't take this class, we have to get to gym". She seemed to glare at Sam the whole time she was talking.

"Oh, yeah!" Britney laughed, kissed Sam goodbye and skipped down the bus aisle to Santana who caught her in her arms. Blaine's eyes bulged when he noticed the look that passed between the girls. The way Santana gazed at Britney as she took her in her arms and bundled her down the stairs. He looked back at Sam who seemed to not notice anything out of the ordinary as he was sitting in a seat in front of Puck and fiddling with his phone. Blaine decided it was none of his business who was doing who and got his ipod out to listen to some music to try and drown out reality on the way to the museum.

Blaine usually enjoyed learning new things at the museum and taking in what culture he could. But today was just going badly and he was distracted from the teacher talking about the ancient Aztec myth by Sam and Puck's snickering while looking at the anatomically correct statues on the far side of the room. The teacher noticed this also as the trouble-makers were reprimanded and the class was split into pairs to explore and report. Puck was paired with Sebastian and Sam was … oh dear… paired with Blaine.

Blaine was pretending to be interested in the Aztec god of sorcery, reading about how it was associated with the notion of destiny when he looked up to see Sam staring at him. Blaine was thrown momentarily before going into defence mode.

"I can't believe I'm stuck with you." Blaine blurted, crossing his arms over his chest. "I hope I don't breathe in any of your retard germs"

Sam rose to the bait and countered "Well, I hope I don't catch virginal, gleek disease!"

"Get stuffed!" Blaine spat at Sam.

"Ooh." Sam replied with an infuriatingly amused look on his face.

"Oh, I hate you!" Was all Blaine could reply with.

"Well, that is because you secretly want to do me!" Sam whispered and winked at Blaine.

The brunette blushed and couldn't believe what he was hearing. "When I do share that special moment with someone, I imagine it will be with someone of my own species, thank you very much"

"Who is that going to be? Sebastian?" Sam appeared to be getting more flustered. Good!

"You're a moron!"

"Nerd!"

"Neanderthal!

"Spaz!"

"I should pity you but I can't… because I hate you too much!" Blaine got into Sam's face.

"Ditto" Sam replied, quite proud of his response.

Blaine rolled his eyes. "Double ditto!"

"Double, Double Ditto, times a thousand!"

"Double, Double Ditto times infinity!" Blaine spluttered feeling very childish, but he also felt something else. He shifted uncomfortably on his feet. A chill seemed to go through the air and he felt a little dizzy as he rubbed his neck. He noticed Sam in a similarly awkward position. They looked at each other for what felt like an eternity before they huffed at each other and took off in opposite directions.

The rest of the day had an unusual air about it and both boys took hours to enter a restless sleep that night.