It's Not Unusual: Glee Season Two
AU: Nerd!Blaine and Cheerio!Kurt. What if Kurt never went to Dalton, and Blaine transferred to McKinley instead?
Disclaimer: These are not my characters or plot. I use some actual dialogue from Glee Season Two. This story will be following the episodes from Season Two of Glee, but I will be skipping a few that don't fit my plot.
Chapter One: Audition
It always sucks to be the new kid. Always. People are interested in because you're new, because you're different, but once you become a regular no one cares. It sucks even more being the new kid transferring to a public high school in Lima Ohio, from an All-Boys, uniformed, pampered private school with a zero-tolerance bullying policy.
William McKinley High School. The name was too long. Dalton was only two syllables. Blaine was used to wearing a uniform so this morning he had a difficult time finding an outfit that wasn't fit for a country club or golfing. He had settled for his only pair of jeans that weren't skinny and his most masculine sweater. He made an attempt to slick back his hair, but lost heart halfway through so it looked like he had just woken up from a nap, but that was how he felt so he let it be. He walked through the doors after a mental pep-talk, when he was immediately splashed in the face by something cold. Spit? He wiped his cheek with his hand and saw that it was stained red. He immediately panicked thinking of blood-borne pathogens, but realized the liquid was too cold to be blood.
"SUCKS TO BE YOU, GLEE-BOY!" someone shouted. Blaine turned around and saw a beefy guy in a letterman jacket high five his friend. They weren't talking to him…so…oh. Blaine looked down (which was something he wasn't used to doing) and saw a poor kid in a wheelchair covered in what looked to be a cherry Slurpee. Blaine was stunned. No one went to report the incident, no one even noticed. Girls stepped over the red slush and continued on their way, and what's worse, the handicapped kid just rolled towards the bathroom like it wasn't the first time that this happened.
"Hey!" Blaine knew he shouldn't help him if I wanted to be safe at this school, but it was a reflex. He followed him into the Boys' room.
"Are you alright? I mean, okay that was a stupid question."
"It's fine." The kid answered, "It's no big deal, really."
"Is this what happens to kids in Glee Club here?"
"Yeah," the boy took off his glasses and held them under the faucet. "I mean I know we're intellectually superior and all, but I'm the one with a slushy facial."
"Is there anyway I can avoid this? I'm new."
The kid looked at Blaine, defeated. "For starters, I wouldn't be seen talking to me. But thanks. You're the first person in a while to show any concern."
Blaine left the bathroom and headed towards homeroom. He'd already gotten his schedule and books the previous week, so he almost knew his way around. He was running late, so only one seat was left in the classroom. He sat down next to a smaller, dark haired girl. He cringed at the outfit she was wearing: a sweater with kittens, a polyester skirt and knee-high argyle socks. She mistook Blaine's look of disgust for a friendly one and smiled so largely that Blaine flinched in surprise.
"Hi!" she practically shouted. "I'm Rachel Berry, I've never seen you before, what's your name?"
"Blaine, hi."
The wheelchair kid rolled in a few moments later, thankfully dry. Blaine figured he must keep extra clothes in his locker for this sort of thing.
"Good morning!"
The homeroom teacher began to call roll. After all of the juniors from Abbington until Bullick were spoken for the bell rang and Blaine got out of there. It seemed safer to talk to no one at all.
"So, what do I do?" Blaine was laying on his bed, in his 'diva-den', or what his older brother Cooper called his bedroom. It was probably because of all of the Garland and Streisand posters on the walls.
"If I join the Glee Club kids are going to slushie me, but I want to do something! I have way too much talent to just sit around and do nothing."
"Why not, oh I don't know find an activity that's popular?" Cooper threw a nerf football at Blaine's head and he managed to catch it.
"But I want to sing! I want to use my brain. If I try out for cheerleading I think it will be pretty obvious that I'm gay."
"Then don't do that. Try out for football, or hockey. You're pretty good at those, aren't you?"
Blaine cocked his head. "Football is popular, yeah?"
Cooper snorted. "Yeah, I think you'll be fine. Just don't try-out in a bow-tie."
The next day Blaine checked the sign-up sheets on the bulletin board in the lobby. There were about two hundred students trying out for the football team and Cheerios. While signing his name for the football team he read that try outs were yesterday. Shit. He was about to run to the athletic office when he noticed Rachel's signature complete with a gold star signed up for New Directions. Oh, the Glee club. He was tempted, but left without scribbling his name down, but the choir room at four o'clock tomorrow was already instilled in his brain.
Minutes later he was opening the Athletic Offices door. Blaine saw a man stacking away pads and helmets into a bin.
"Hello sir, my name's Blaine Anderson. I'm new and missed the football try-outs yesterday, so I wanted to know if I could still…oh."
'Sir' had turned around and was not pleased. She had the right to be unhappy.
"You missed try-outs, eh?" She seemed to be ignoring the gender confusion at least.
"Yeah, so is there anyway I can still try-out or something? I know it's a lot to ask, but-"
"Alright. Let's go to the field."
"Seriously?"
"Yeah, show me what you've got. The boys are already warming up, but if you're brave enough to still ask after calling me sir, maybe you're brave enough to run down a field with a pack of goons at 'cha."
Blaine managed one of his cuter smiles. "Hah, I'm sorry about that, coach. Won't happen again."
"Better not." He noticed a small grin on her face before he turned to make his way up to the football field.
It was a long walk, and Blaine was worrying because Dalton didn't have a football team. They had lacrosse but those were two completely different sports. He was cursing himself for quitting crew as he strapped on some padding, and put a helmet at least two sizes too large on his head. First, Coach Beiste (as he learned her name to be) had him run laps before he caught up with the team and joined in with a few warm up exercises.
"Dude, are you serious? You're gonna be killed." Blaine looked up and saw a hulking guy looking down on at him. "Sure you're in the right place, man?"
"Yeah. Yeah, of course." Blaine almost believed himself.
Bieste blew her whistle. "Alright men, this here is Blaine Anderson. He missed try-outs today, so we're gonna see if he's got it in him."
The team exchanged dark smiles that made Blaine nervous. He guessed that this try-out wouldn't consist of a few passes and kicks.
The whistle sounded and a football came flying towards Blaine. He reached out his hands and felt it smack his fingers, again, and again, and there! He got it. His victory was cut short, and so was his breath when an entire brick wall slammed into him.
Blaine opened his eyes.
"Ouch. Come on, get up." The same hulking guy lent a hand, and helped Blaine get to his feet with as much dignity as possible. "You gotta run, man. Don't just stand there."
"Thanks. I got that much, actually." Blaine discreetly tried to check for broken bones. The brick wall was just the guy. Figured. Blaine tried to look taller.
Blaine flinched as Coach Bieste blew her whistle again, and was knocked to the ground several more times. When he found himself on the ground for the eighth time, he just lay there a while. Blaine saw pom-poms out of the corner of his eye and heard laughter. Fantastic. Witnesses. He got to his feet and went to retrieve his helmet, which had actually flown off of his head from the force of the last tackle. He straightened up and looked behind him and saw a boy in a Cheerios uniform at the edge of the field blush and turn towards a girl right as Blaine caught his eye. Was he looking at his ass?
"Anderson!"
Blaine snapped his head towards Coach Bieste. "What?"
"I said, can you at least kick?"
"Kick? Yeah, of course."
The quarterback knelt down and held the football in place; Blaine walked towards him, then backed up. He heard laughter and looked behind him. The same boy that had been staring at him was…was doing the Single Ladies dance? What? His friend was laughing and holding on the fence for support. Blaine turned back to kick the ball as hard as he could, and it…didn't make it.
"Touch luck." The quarterback smacked Blaine's shoulder and Blaine turned sideways. He pulled off his helmet and ran his fingers through his sweaty curls. He noticed the boy staring again. He gave Blaine a sad smile before turning around and following the other cheerleaders to the opposite field.
"Maybe next year eh?" Coach Beiste grunted.
"Yeah. Thanks for the opportunity, coach." Blaine's face turned red. He felt so stupid. He'd just embarrassed himself in front of the entire football and cheerleading team.
Later, back in the locker room while stuffing the helmet into the equipment bin, the other players burst into the room jeering, and congratulating some guy named Karofsky on an impressive pass. Blaine tried to sneak out unnoticed but the humiliation wasn't over.
"Hey baby hands, think maybe you'll try out for the Cheerios next? They're looking for someone small to put on top of the pyramid."
Blaine rolled my eyes, and bit back a retort about the player's haircut because he knew that would only get him in more trouble.
"Hey lay-off, man." Blaine saw his knight in shining armor, the quarterback again. "That's not cool."
"Ugh, standing up for your boyfriend, Finn?"
"Shut up, Karofsky." Finn nodded and Blaine tweaked a muscle in his mouth in response. He left the locker room before anything else could be said and waited in the lobby for his brother to pick him up.
"Hi Blaine!"
Blaine jumped and turned around. It was the terribly dressed girl from homeroom; her dress today was not much better.
"Oh, hi…um…"
"Rachel. I saw you signed up for football try-outs, are you planning on doing any other extracurriculars?"
"Um, I don't know. I saw there wasn't much of a waiting list for New Directions so I thought maybe I'd-"
"New Directions!" Her eyeballs almost popped out of her head. "That's brilliant! We already have our male lead, my boyfriend Finn. He compliments my voice extremely well. I've been singing since I was two years old in preparation to play the leads in Oklahoma, Funny Girl and Les Mis, but we do need more back up singers. I'm sure you'd be great, and since you're so short, maybe Mr. Schu would put you in the front!"
Rachel actually seemed to think that Blaine was just as excited as she was.
"Um…yeah, that'd be cool I guess. Maybe I'll see you then."
"I hope so. I've got to go, my dads are here to pick me up."
She ran out the front doors, leaving Blaine breathless, and relieved. He heard a car horn and saw Cooper rolling down his window.
"Come on Dickface, we gotta go!" Blaine rolled his eyes, but was glad to see him. He needed to grill him on audition songs for tomorrow.
It was fairly nice out the next day and Blaine found the kid in the wheelchair sitting with some friends, so he decided to join them for lunch. He already understood his place in the social chain. By not making the football team, the next place he could try was hockey but they all had mullets and Blaine was not okay with that. He might as well give up on being popular.
"Hey, um…could I sit with you guys? My name's Blaine."
"Oh, hi, sure. I'm Artie. This is Tina, Mike, and Brittany." Blaine nodded hello to them all while sitting down. He noticed they all had matching black shirts on.
"Fair warning, we'll be getting up in a bit to do a performance, but you should stay and watch. It'll be fun."
"Oh, alright…what are you going to-"
"BUM BUM BUM BUM, BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM"
There were students singing and running down the stairs in the common area. Blaine looked back to ask Artie what was going on but he had already rolled away with his friends and began rapping.
"YEAH I'M OUT THAT BROOKLYN, NOW I'M DOWN IN TRIBECA RIGHT NEXT TO DENIOR, BUT I'LL BE HOOD FOREVER…"
Blaine's mouth was hanging open. He didn't know that McKinley's glee club did impromptu performances like Dalton had. They had a small group, but it was full of talent. Blaine saw that most of the students seemed to be ignoring their performance, but he couldn't keep his eyes off them if he tried. He saw the cheerleader boy from try-outs. His hair was styled up and he definitely couldn't pull of the hip-hop look, but walked like he could. Blaine's eyes stayed on him for most of the song, but he also recognized Rachel and Finn, the quarterback. She really did have lead talent, figured with someone with such a personality.
They finished 'Empire State of Mind' and Blaine raised his hands to clap, but lowered them when no one else applauded. Instead he settled for an awkward sort of golf clap in his lap and then pretended to check his cell phone for texts when Artie and his friends joined the table again.
"Wow, that was seriously amazing!"
"Thanks, although I'm pretty sure you were the only one watching. I'm guessing you did some sort of singing at your old school?"
"Yeah, I was part of the Warblers at Dalton. We were all-boys, though. Is this how you guys all know each other?"
"No," answered Tina, "We're also the Brainiac team for McKinley. I see you have an AP Western Civilizations book. Wanna put your smarts to the test?"
Brittany looked at Tina. "AP, that stands for Alien Parking, right?"
Mike turned to Blaine, "We could really use another member."
The day droned on, and Blaine stopped by his locker to pick up his math book. He missed Dalton. He missed his friends, and his blazer. Today he was trying out skinny jeans but nothing over the top. He still wanted friends. He was about to shut his locker door when he saw the Cheerio walking up to a blonde who was at his locker across the hall.
"Hi, I'm Kurt Hummel," the Cheerio extended his arm for a handshake, which the blonde boy returned.
Wow. His voice was seriously high, noted Blaine.
"Hey, I'm Sam," said the blonde boy.
"I just wanted to personally welcome you to the McKinley, you're new right?" said Kurt.
"Thanks, yeah I am." Sam closed his locker.
"Just tell me…maybe at your old school you could get away with the whole 'I just stay in the sun a lot' excuse, but I have three gifts: my voice, my ability to spot trends in men's fashion, and my ability to know when it comes from a bottle."
Sam looked like he was planning an escape route in his head. "I don't dye, my hair dude."
"Yes you do. But it's just between friends. That's not natural."
Sam started to back up. "I'm gonna go now, 'cause you're kinda freaking me out." He turned the corner before Kurt could reply.
Blaine saw Kurt shake off the look of disappointment on his face as he straightened his posture, and began to walk down the hallway towards Blaine. Blaine smiled as he took in Kurt's bedazzled Cheerios uniform. Kurt kept his gaze straight ahead and didn't notice Blaine, so he went to class feeling a lot more anxious about his glee audition after school.
"Nervous?" The blonde kid, Sam smiled at Blaine with the largest mouth he'd ever seen.
"Yeah, I wasn't expecting the entire club to watch us."
Blaine looked at the members, sitting in chairs opposite the piano that he and Sam were leaning on. There was Rachel, holding hands with Finn. Artie sat next to the couple. Blaine recognized Kurt right away who was gossiping with the same girl from Cheerios practice. There were three other cheerio girls (one of them Brittany), Tina, Mike and a boy with a Mohawk. Mr. Schuster was giving them a pep talk about being respectful to those who were auditioning…or Blaine and Sam.
"Well, there are only two of us now. Rachel sent this girl Sunshine to a crack-house and she transferred to another school."
"What a sweetheart."
"What're you singing?"
"Teenage Dream. You?"
"Isn't that a girl's song? I'm singing Billionaire."
"Yeah, but I can rock it. Good luck, man."
Mr. Schuster called Sam on stage to sing first. The club seemed to like him. He did a pretty decent job and was confident. Blaine saw Kurt eyeing him up a bit. He bit his lip. Blaine wanted to beat Sam.
Mr. Schuster called his name and he stepped up.
"Hi, I'm Blaine Anderson and I'll be singing, 'Teenage Dream.'"
One of the cheerleader's eyebrows raised and Blaine tried to ignore Kurt's appraising look. He felt like he was being x-rayed. The music started and Blaine felt his heart thumping too fast for the tempo. He swallowed and tried to find someone to rest his eyes on. He made Tina his first target.
"YOU THINK I'M PRETTY, WITHOUT ANY MAKE-UP ON, YOU THINK I'M FUNNY WHEN I TELL THE PUNCHLINE WRONG, I KNOW YOU GET ME SO I LET MY WALLS COME DOWN, DOWN,"
Halfway through the song Mike started giving Blaine some dirty looks for eye-fucking his girlfriend so Blaine looked throughout the room for someone else to sing to. Try as he might to charm the girls, he kept looking back at Kurt. His smile was so adorable. Blaine had the desire to run his fingers through Kurt's hair to see if it was still soft with all of the hairspray and products in it.
Blaine snapped out of his daze in time for the last chorus and jumped up on one of the choir chairs, which was a lot less sturdy than he was hoping for, but managed to catch himself. Rachel looked like she was about to faint.
"LET YOU PUT YOUR HANDS ON ME IN YOUR SKIN TIGHT JEANS, BE YOUR TEENAGE DREAM TONIGHT."
Blaine was breathing hard, and looked up at the New Directions members, confident that he just blown them away.
Mr. Shuster clapped and smiled, "Welcome to the New Directions, boys!"
Chapter Two: Britney/Brittany
"Blaine! Seriously, if you want a ride get your ass down here so we can go!"
Blaine was finishing flossing his teeth; he was anal about dental care and wouldn't let Cooper's nagging get in the way of getting in-between his left upper molars. He finished and grabbed his backpack from his desk chair and sprinted down the steps, nearly toppling over from the sudden weight of his books. He heard Cooper honk the car horn from the driveway.
"Give me a second, jesus!" Blaine said as he opened the car door and settled in. Cooper already had the radio on but Blaine switched the station. Britney Spear's Circus was playing.
"Seriously?" asked Cooper.
"Deal with it," said Blaine. "It's Britney, bitch."
Blaine was excited for Glee practice after school. He got to the classroom early and grabbed a seat towards the front. Soon, Mike came in and sat next to him.
"Hey man, are you coming to the Brainiac meeting tomorrow after school?"
"Totally, I'm so bored in English. I've already half of the books we've been assigned."
"Ew, that sounds awful," Brittany had just walked in with Santana. "I don't like reading, I always forget the characters names and get confused."
Blaine looked at Mike. "I seriously don't understand why she's on the team."
Before Mike could reply Tina rushed in with the rest of the Glee Club members and made herself comfortable between the two boys.
Kurt sauntered in arm-in-arm with Mercedes and Blaine tried to catch his eye but Kurt didn't look over.
"Alright guys!" Mr. Schuster entered the room and went straight for the whiteboard, writing an artist's name.
"This week's assignment is going to be easy-listening. I know it's not too popular for teens your age but I wanna show you that slower, softer music can just as enjoyable as loud pop music."
Kurt raised his hand. "Mr. Schu if I may, I think I speak for all of us when I say that it's not that we don't love the idea of spending a week on this silky smooth adult contemporary it's just that as teens this isn't the easiest music for us to relate to. However, there is a burgeoning Facebook campaign that has swelled to five members that are in demand that this week at the fall homecoming assembly the McKinley High School Glee Club perform a number by, wait for it, Miss Britney Spears."
The club members seemed to like this idea. Blaine was astonished with how articulate Kurt was. Whenever he spoke he ended up saying something stupid or fumbling over his words.
"Spears is fierce, yo!" said Artie.
Mr. Schuster looked worried. "Sorry, no guys, that's just…no."
Rachel who wasn't able to keep any opinions to herself burst out, "But we kind of grew up with her!"
"Yeah, she is literally the reason I want to go into performing," said Tina.
"I don't want to do Britney," mumbled Brittany.
Blaine turned his head towards her and so did Kurt. "Why no Britney, Brittany?"
"Because my name is also Brittany Spears."
Blaine exchanged a look with Artie. "What in the hell is she talking about?" said Mercedes.
"My middle name is Susan, my last name is Pierce. That makes me Brittany S. Pierce, Brittany Spierce. I've lived my entire life in Britney Spears shadow. I will never be as talented or as famous. I hope you'll all accept that I want Glee Club to remain a place where I, Brittany S. Pierce can escape he torment of Britney Spears."
Mr. Schuster looked relieved. "Well, there you have it guys. It's been decided. No Britney, sorry."
Kurt was upset. "Thanks Brit, thanks a lot."
"Leave Brittany alone!" said Santana.
Brittany rested her head on Santana's shoulder. "Thank you for understanding. It's been a hard road."
Rachel started speaking again so Blaine tuned out. He was really bummed about not performing Britney. She was so iconic. And adult contemporary? Blaine was a top 40 guy. This week wasn't going to be as exciting as he thought.
The next day, Blaine went to Glee class later than usual, as he wasn't looking forward to the week's lesson. He snuck in as Mr. Schuster finished introducing a guest to the class. Blaine's heart skipped, there was only one seat available and it was next to Kurt. He tried to hide his enthusiasm as he made his way towards the chair. He sat down and grinned at Kurt when their eyes finally met. Kurt gave him a polite smile and turned back to face Mr. Schuster.
"Before we chew, I would just like to alert Mr. Schu that there's been a new addition to the Britney Spears Facebook campaign."
Yeah, it had been Blaine in hopes to get on Kurt's good side.
Mr. Schu shook his head. "Sorry, the answer's still no. Chew guys!"
Quinn turned around and shoved a few pieces of gum into Blaine's hand. He turned to give some to Kurt but he was already chewing. Blaine bit down on the gum and pulled a face. There was a metal aftertaste to the mint. After a while, everyone started smiling and showing their gums. Artie, Rachel and Brittany's mouths were completely stained blue.
"Oh my god!" gasped Kurt when he saw Rachel's mouth. She immediately went into a state of panic and Blaine laughed.
"Ugh." Kurt gave him a disgusted look.
Blaine smacked his hand over his mouth. "What? No. I brush my teeth three times a day, it can't be that bad."
Kurt pulled a small hand mirror out of his back and let Blaine look. "Augh!" His teeth were nearly as bad as Rachel's.
Their guest, Dr. Carl Howell gave Blaine the same speech about how bad genes can lead to an overproduction of plaque and handed him his business card to come into his office for a cleaning.
"Um, when will this go away?" Blaine asked, feeling self-conscious.
"Just brush your teeth. Here." Carl threw a travel kit at Blaine and the others and they made their way to the rest rooms.
Blaine was brushing his teeth for the eighth time when Kurt strutted in and began to spray his hair at the mirror next to him.
"It's not off yet?"
"No, this is terrible!" Blaine said with a mouthful of suds.
Kurt laughed. "You should use whitening strips."
Blaine willed his face not to go red. "Yeah, I guess." He bent over to spit out the rest of the toothpaste and wiped his mouth on his sleeve. In the mirror's reflection he saw Kurt eyeing him over.
"So, where are you from again?"
Blaine looked at Kurt who was done with his hair and turned towards Blaine.
"Westerville. I used to go to a private school."
"Oh," Kurt's eyebrows rose. "Uniforms?"
Blaine cocked his head. "Yeah, how'd you know?"
"It's a gift. I can also tell that you that rolling your pants up to your ankles doesn't make you look taller. It just makes me painfully aware of how you never seem to wear socks."
Kurt walked out of the bathroom before Blaine could reply. He realized if he said anything he'd still be a short kid in outdated clothing with blue teeth, anyway.
On Thursday Blaine dressed with more care and wore jeans that didn't cut off on his ankle, heading Kurt's advice….or…insult. Whichever. Cooper was already shouting for him to hurry up so Blaine sacrificed wearing his contacts and slipped on his glasses for the day. He threw his contacts and solution in his bag, hoping he'd get the chance to put them in at school.
During Glee class, Mr. Schuster surprised them all. He miraculously had decided to let them perform Brittney Spears at the assembly the next day but only if he sang lead along with Brittany. Blaine wondered if that was allowed. He turned to face Tina.
"Isn't the assembly tomorrow? And we haven't prepared the piece yet?"
She gave him a knowing look. "We're very last minute here, you'll have to get used to that."
They spent the lesson going over staging, costumes and vocals. Brittany and Mike were assigned the task of choreography. Kurt gladly took control of the costumes from Rachel who was going to have them all in red leather suits.
Blaine caught up with Brittany. "Hey, so you went to Dr. Howell?"
Brittney stopped dancing and Santana glared at Blaine for talking to her. "Yeah, you should go. Bring your ipod and listen to some music while he gives you the fairy dust." She smiled, "you'll have the best fantasy of your life."
Blaine grinned. "Thanks, I'll do that." Blaine walked over to Kurt who was sorting through bins of costumes. He knelt down next to him.
"So, what are we doing?" he asked.
Kurt looked up. "Simple. Black pants, white shirt, black vest but with a Madonna Vogue style…and sequins."
Blaine smiled. "Brilliant. If you need bow-ties, I have a ton."
Kurt smirked. "I noticed. Bring all of your black ones and we'll spray paint all of the uglier ones."
"Is there anything else I can do to help?"
"Have you always worn glasses?"
"What? Oh, yeah. Well, no I wear contacts to school most days I was just in a rush this mor-"
"They suit you, but your eyes stand out more without them."
"Thanks." The bell rang and Kurt stood up taking his box of vests with him and leaving Blaine behind.
The students and faculty were filing into the auditorium for the Homecoming pep rally and Blaine was nervous. The Glee Club had donned black pants and white shirts under Kurt's orders and he was fitting them all with sequined vests and Blaine's bow-ties.
"Lookin' good, Blaine," Rachel smoothed his shirt on his shoulders.
Blaine heard Mr. Figgins finishing his speech and he took his place beside Finn and Puck. The lights had already dimmed but the stage lighting was just starting up. Blaine caught, "New Directions!" and the music began to play.
Blaine jogged onto the stage, pulling his bowler hat lower to shadow his face.
"BABY, I'M SO INTO YOU
YOU GOT THAT SOMETHIN', WHAT CAN I DO?
BABY, YOU SPIN ME AROUND
THE EARTH IS MOVIN', BUT I CAN'T FEEL THE GROUND"
The other members followed Blaine onto the stage, twirling, ducking, and swaying behind him. The song had been slowed down and was more sexual with a man singing the lead vocals and the crowd was loving it. Blaine strode over to Kurt, and got right up in his face to sing the chorus.
"YOU DRIVE ME CRAZY, I JUST CAN'T SLEEP
I'M SO EXCITED, I'M IN TOO DEEP
OHH…CRAZY, BUT IT FEELS ALRIGHT
BABY, THINKIN' OF YOU KEEPS ME UP ALL NIGHT"
Kurt seemed to be into the song and sashayed towards Blaine, rotating his hips. He let Blaine put his hands on him and slide them down his front. Blaine came center stage again while Mike and Brittany performed more elaborate choreography around him. Blaine had missed the spotlight. He missed his solos while others doo-wopped behind him. In the moment, he ran back towards Kurt and combed his fingers through Kurt's hair. He was singing directly to him now and the audience was eating it up.
"BABY THINKIN' OF YOU KEEPS ME UP ALL NIGHT!"
The applause was deafening. Blaine put his hand on the back of Kurt's neck and pulled him in for a kiss. Their lips crashed together and Blaine let his other hand cup Kurt's face. He stroked his jawline and it twitched as Kurt re-positioned his tongue.
"Waaakkkeee up!"
Kurt's tongue was too dry, and the motion was making Blaine's mouth hurt. He pulled back. The stage lightening was blinding. He squinted and groaned, pushing away from Kurt.
"Blaine, you okay?"
Blaine opened his eyes. He was lying in a chair and Dr. Howell was leaning over him. "That's it, morning, bud."
"Did we perform?" Blaine stomach was turning.
Dr. Howell laughed. "I don't know, did you?"
Blaine started to understand what was going on. He was in the dentist's office. His ipod was still playing in his hear. He pressed pause and saw that he was now listening 'Lucky'. The previous song was 'Drive Me Crazy'. Oh.
Dr. Howell held two toothbrushes up to his face. "Green or blue?"
Now it was time for the actual performance. The students and faculty were filing into the auditorium for the Homecoming pep rally and Blaine was nervous. He mentally went over the dance steps in his head. He was bummed that most of the choreography involved dancing with Santana on the complete opposite side of the stage from Kurt, but at least he wouldn't be distracted.
"You look like a penguin," said Brittany.
"Thanks," Blaine straightened his bow-tie. Mr. Schuster came around and told everyone to get in their places. Blaine stood in between Finn and Puck. They towered over him and he wished for more confidence. The lights dimmed outside of the stage. Everyone was excited and Blaine felt his palms begin to sweat. He caught Santana's eye and she gave him a "get in the game" kind of look so he focused. This would be just like Dalton. It'd be fine.
'Toxic' apparently had greater effects on the student body than 'Empire State of Mind' had. Between Brittany's dancing and Mr. Schuster's vocals it seemed that the Glee club had started a sex riot. Students were cat-calling, cheering, and groping one another in the stands. When the song reached its end, Sue pulled the fire alarm and it started to rain. Hard. Blaine tried to run out of the auditorium with the other Glee members, but there was a huge crowd trying to file out of the doorway. He felt himself getting drenched and was glad that he didn't have his glasses on or else he wouldn't be able to see at all.
The students had to stay out in the courtyard until the school mopped up the floors, and opened all of the windows to air-dry the rest. Blaine sat on a tabletop with Mike and Rachel. All of the gel that was holding his hair in place and come undone and he looked like a wet mop.
"Thank god we have on black vests, can you imagine!" Rachel was saying to Mercedes. Blaine saw Finn get hopeful and then disappointed picturing his girlfriend without a vest.
Kurt walked over towards where Blaine was sitting and sat next to Rachel. "I'm devastated. I can't believe we only got to do one Britney song."
"Yeah, but at least we're getting out of math!" Mercedes high-fived Kurt.
"Too true. I think I might actually learn more out here than in the classroom."
Kurt's somehow managed to keep his hair styled up, but it was sagging to the left more than usual. Kurt's white shirt clung to his arms and Blaine felt remorse for the fact that they were all wearing vests, like Finn.
"…if you guys are struggling why don't you just ask for help? You do have the entire Brainiac team in Glee club you know." Blaine caught the rest of what Mike was saying.
Mercedes turned to Mike, "you think with Cheerios and Glee Club I have time for tutoring? I'm just relying on a curve to pass this class." Kurt nodded in agreement.
"Well if you change your minds, let us know. I'm good at math. Blaine is too."
Kurt raised his eyebrows at him, and Blaine saw Kurt's eyes rake his hair. He ran his hands through the unruly curls and tried to seem un-phased by them.
"Attention students!" Principal Figgins was speaking through a bullhorn. "It is now safe to resume classes. Please go to your fifth period class as quickly as possible and try not to walk through the west end. That is all."
Blaine caught up with Artie to wheel him to class. He couldn't wait to see what was in store for next week's lesson.