SAB prompted for me to write about the Jyder storyline in Artie's dream sequence. I wasn't sure what they really wanted, and unfortunately they are a guest reviewer so I couldn't ask. So I had a go at it, but can probably continue it if you want me too. But I'll need some ideas.

I figure without the example of the glee guys, they don't have any choice to become anything other than douchey jocks. And somewhere along the line that became them swearing excessively, and using a bunch of slurs.

The jocks were all huddled in a corner of the hallway, discussing their planned sneak attack on Kurt Hummel. Jake wasn't entirely sure how sneaky it would be, since they all had slushies in their hands, but he was willing to go with it anyway.

He noticed Ryder, standing on the fringes of the circle but looking beyond everyone. He was staring in the direction of lady boy himself. What was up with that? Was he secretly batting for the other team?

Jake felt his arm be jostled by Puck. It was time to go. And not a moment too soon, either. The cold was starting to burn Jake's hand.

He fell in step next to Ryder. The two of them were part of the second wave. The first slushies were just hitting Hummel now, and Finn, Puck and Sam were stepping out of the way. Jake pulled back his hand before forcing it forward, a technique he'd perfected by now. He took in the red ice that was now dripping down Kurt's front, his mouth gaping like a goldfish.

As they stepped out of the firing line, Jake held his hand out to high-five Ryder. Ryder responded half-heartedly, but he was still watching Kurt carefully.

Jake elbowed him sharply in the ribs. 'Dude, your gay is showing.'

'What the fuck?' Ryder seemed kinda outraged. 'I'm not gay.'

'Well, that's a relief,' Jake told him in response. 'I wouldn't want a fag for a friend. But why the hell were you staring at Hummel?'

Ryder was looking confused. 'I wasn't. I was trying to read the sign behind him. I know it starts with "Vote for" but I can't read the rest.'

'"Vote for Puckasaurus, the most badassest Presidentator of them all",' Jake read aloud. And ok, seriously, what was wrong with Ryder? How the hell could he not read that?

'Does Puck realise that half of those aren't even real words?' It was said with a sneer, as if he was trying to deflect Jake's attention.

'Pfft, of course he does. It's the whole fucking point.' And why the fuck would Ryder even question Puck's authority?

Xxx

Ryder had no idea what the hell was going through Artie's brain. Who in their right mind would suddenly break out into song and dance? Never mind the crap he was spouting beforehand.

He took the chance to glance around the room, really not wanting to have to watch this fuck-up. There was a really weird mess of people in here. Ryder couldn't believe that Artie actually invited Hummel here. And he was pretty sure he'd never actually seen that librarian chick outside of the library before. It's not like she was even a student.

He glanced across at Jake. He seemed way to into this whole thing. He was watching Artie closely, taking it all in. He even had a foot tapping along to the music. What the hell was wrong with him? Ryder was pretty sure he'd only ever seen Jake, or any of the jocks for that matter, pay that much attention to the Cheerios. And only when they were doing their sluttiest routines.

Ryder was pretty worried about his friend's sexuality now. After all, he had asked Ryder about it the other day. So the moment everyone started to disperse, he hurried over to Jake.

'What the hell are you doing, man?'

Jake scowled in response. 'What?'

'You enjoyed that way too much.'

A flash of worry crossed Jake's face, and he glanced around the room carefully. 'Look, can you keep a secret?' Concern building, Ryder nodded. 'I just – I really want to dance. I really wanna learn.'

Ryder laughed in response, relieved that it wasn't something worse. Jake's expression hardened at that. 'Well, why don't you take lessons?' Ryder asked.

'You fucking serious? Do you realise what everyone would say?'

'You don't have to tell anyone, Jake. You could just do it secretly.' Seriously, this boy could be so slow sometimes.

'But what if someone finds out?'

'They won't. I'll make sure of it.'

'Thanks, man.' Jake paused for a moment, looking unsure. 'Umm, if you want, I could give you a hand with your homework. I know you struggle with it.'

Ryder couldn't help but laugh at this. 'Since when do you do homework?'

'Since my bro needed a hand with it.'

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Jake had been nervous about his first dance class. But actually it really hadn't been that bad at all. He'd even enjoyed himself. It was over now though, and one of the other guys was introducing himself. He seemed nice enough, but Ryder was waiting for him, so Jake quickly excused himself, politer than he'd been in a long time.

He still wasn't sure why Ryder was picking him up. But he'd insisted on it, and Jake hadn't been able to argue his way out of it. He guessed Ryder just wanted to make sure he saw it through. He hoped that was all it was.

As they exited the building, Ryder started to speak. 'What the fuck is wrong with you? The class was filled with hot chicks, and you were flirting with some guy.'

'I wasn't flirting. He approached me.'

'Yea, and he was gay as fuck.'

Jake groaned in agreement. 'I know. Doesn't mean I'm questioning my sexuality though.'

'Good,' Ryder told him, clapping him on the back. 'Because that would be fucked up.'

Yea, Jake thought to himself, totally fucked up.