Britney/Brittany

(Disclaimer: I do not own Glee, though I wish I did.)

"I swear," Kurt stated as him and Mercedes walked to his car after school. "Mr. Schue is just trying to make me aggravated with him. Doesn't he understand that we need to have a lesson on someone we can relate to? Someone not a hundred years old."

"He's a stick in the mud," Mercedes muttered, rolling her eyes. "He's just trying to live out his glee club life in ours. We don't want to do Christopher Cross, or whatever he said. We should have a say in what our lessons should be. We are the ones doing partaking in it."

"Thank god someone agrees with me." They got in his car and Kurt started his drive to her house. "Do you want to go sulk and devourer some ice cream?"

"Actually I could go for some coffee. I saw this place and it looks really good. Are you up for it?" She looked to Kurt, and he smiled. Coffee sounded great. "So turn here?"

Twenty minutes later they pulled up to a nice looking coffee shop. Kurt had seen it before, but never stopped to try it out. It was a small cute little coffee shop. "The Lima Bean. I've never tried this place, so this will be interesting."

"It's nice to try something new, right?" the girl asked with a smile. Kurt nodded, and they went inside. It was really nice and homey, and the smell was amazing. They had a lot of choices for coffee, and Kurt didn't know what to get, so he settled on a grande non-fat mocha. Once they had their drinks, they sat down at a small table by the window.

"It's nice," Mercedes said as she took a sip.

"It's really cute actually," Kurt murmured before taking a sip of coffee, the warm liquid running down his throat. "It's delicious too. So, what's up? Besides the fact that Mr. Schue is a prude."

"Nothing actually. Schools boring. My love life is nonexistent. You know, I get so sick of being in glee and seeing all the couples hanging all over each other. We get it. You love each other, but enough is enough. They don't know how discouraging it is. It's like I will never find someone.

"I hear you loud and clear. I can't even stand looking at Finn and Rachel without throwing up a little in my mouth. No, scratch that, I can't even look at Rachel without feeling sick. She just annoys me so much. Everything that comes out of her mouth is so selfish."

"Rachel doesn't stop to think about everything that comes out of her mouth," Mercedes said with a frown. "You know, when are we going to get a break? I just don't understand. What did we ever do to be alone our whole high school life? It's pretty pathetic that Rachel has Finn. She found someone to put up with her."

"Don't remind me, but it's only junior year. We could get lucky, well you could get lucky. There are many guys at school who would be incredibly lucky to have you as their girlfriend, but me? I'm out and proud, and the only one at our school. The chance of me finding someone who is actually gay is slim. I'll just have to wait until we graduate. Maybe college will be a different story. I hear that New York has a bunch of gays."

"Don't give up hope, Kurt." She reached out and took his head, squeezing tightly. "I know that it seems like a long shot, but you will find someone, eventually. I know you will. You are amazing, Kurt."

"Tell me something I don't know," he teased with a wink. "I just have my fingers crossed."

"Okay, people watching. Look at that yummy piece of action." She nodded to the boy who just walked into the cafe. Kurt had to agree with her, he was cute. Blonde hair, blue eyes, and built like a jock. "Gay, straight, or bi?"

Kurt thought for a minute. "Straight, maybe a little curious, but he definitely gets the girls wherever he goes, even if he likes guys." He looked around and found another. "Now, that one is too perfect, definitely gay."

She looked around and saw the boy. "Go talk to him then, boy. This might be your chance to get a man."

"Yeah, right. Boys like that go for other closeted boys. He looks for the hot-closeted ones. I'm fashion forward and I need someone who can keep up with all the awesomeness that I am. I'll just scare him away."

"That's too bad because he's a cutie. I love long hair on boys." They laughed and Kurt decided it was time to go before she actually found a guy for him. They went to the door, but two boys made it there before them. He didn't bother to look at them as they walked in, but he noticed the strange uniforms. He'd hate to have to wear those. The boy held the door for them, and Kurt heard Mercedes thank him before they walked out and headed back to her house.

-1-

Blaine and Jeff pulled into an all too familiar coffee shop call 'The Lima Bean.' The name was cheesy, but the coffee was good. The boys had found it last year, and ever since they used it unhealthily.

"Why did we have to come here again?" Blaine asked curiously as Jeff pulled him into the coffee shop. "I have a stack of homework that needs to get done and being here isn't helping."

As they walked in, Blaine couldn't help but notice as a guy and an African American girl were waiting for them to enter so they could leave. They guy was incredibly beautiful, but he was looking away, so Blaine couldn't catch his eye. He held the door opened for them, and the girl thanked him as they walked through. He smiled at his good deed.

"We're here to spy on Wes and his girlfriend," Jeff whispered ridiculously loud. "You know, the one he finally just asked out after months of staring from afar. Trust me this is going to be great."

Blaine sighed and walked up to the counter and was met with a smiling girl. "Hello, welcome to The Lima Bean. How can I help you?"

"Hi, can I have a medium drip please?" he asked winking. He couldn't help it; he loved being flirty to everyone. The girl blushed brightly and nodded getting to work. Blaine turned to Jeff. "I just don't understand. I can make a girl blush profusely, but when it comes to boys I'm a blubbering idiot."

Jeff laughed so hard he had to hold on to the counter. "For one, you need to find a gay guy instead of hitting on straight guys. I mean look at me. You couldn't keep your eyes off of me before you found out I dig girls."

"So, is lying a new thing with you," he teased as the girl put their drinks down in front of them.

"That will be $4.95," she said with a smile

Blaine dug around in his pocket for his wallet. He pulled out a ten-dollar bill and handed it to her. "Keep the change."

Her eyes widened as she accepted the money. "Okay, thank you so much. I was-uh-wondering if maybe I could have your number? We could hang out?"

"Oh that's really sweet, but I don't play for your team," Blaine said letting her down easily. This seemed to happen more than he would like. "I'm sure you will find a guy, Victoria. Have a nice day."

He hated the disappointed look on her face. It felt horrible every single time; maybe he should stop flirting so much. It was called being nice though. He grabbed his coffee and followed Jeff.

"Maybe if you didn't flirt with them, you wouldn't lead them on, dummy." He paused and looked around. "Now look there's Wes and Allison. They make me sick with their goo-goo eyes."

They sat down at their own table and watched the couple just stare at each other, no talking between them. Blaine couldn't hold in his comment any longer. "I'm sick of being the lonely one. You, Nick, Wes and David all have girlfriends. All I have is Trent."

They both laughed and Jeff shook his head. "Trent loves you Blaine. He can't help it. Why not give him a chance?"

"There's a difference between his love and real love. He just has this thing for me." Blaine looked up thinking. "Wait, is he even gay?"

"No one knows," Jeff informed him. "We don't really ask, and he hasn't said anything. Just look around here. Half these guys are probably gay or bi. Go ask one of them out. Chances are you'll have a date by the end of the day. You're not bad looking."

"It's not that easy, Jeff. I don't just want anybody. I want 'the one.' None of these guys want that serious relationship that I want. I'm just a small, literally, small sophomore. I'll be taken advantage of and you know it. Besides, they are probably closeted, and I don't want to mess with that."

"Which is why I have your back. No one dares to touch my little Blainey. Ew, now they are making out. Do they have any morals? It's a public coffee shop."

Blaine looked over at the couple and smiled. "Let's go," he said standing up. It was like intruding, and it made him feel even lonelier. "I just really don't want to sit and watch them. Plus I have homework. Come on."

"Fine," Jeff said, dragging his feet as they walked out of the coffee shop and to the car. "But you are helping me get my essay for history done. Don't even think about saying no, because I will sit on you until you agree."

"Only if you don't call Nick at midnight to talk about your date with Alyssa. It's cutting in on my sleep, and we know how I get when I don't have enough sleep."

"Grouchy Blaine is a not something I ever want to see again," Jeff said once they were in the car. "That was very scary."

"Well, you and Nick wanted to stay up late to get that video game last Black Friday. I'm never doing that ever again by the way. Don't even think about it. Nothing is worth that craziness."

"You are never going to let us live that down, huh?" Jeff asked. "Sorry that you were thrown to the ground. It's not my fault that you are so damn tiny. Some guys are really passionate about that kind of stuff."

"I'm not that small," he said trying to hold his own, but he knew that he was. "I think that this Black Friday it's my turn to pick the activities."

"So we will be singing and looking through Vogue magazines?" Jeff teased and Blaine punched his friend's shoulder. He sat back and turned on the radio, instantly singing the song that came on. "I swear you know every song known to man."

Blaine just answered by singing louder. His friends loved him.

-2-

"Guys, we're not doing Britney Spears, and that's that," Mr. Schue informed them, turning around. Kurt had enough, and he wanted to do Britney so much.

"But Mr. Schue you are letting your own personal issues get in the way of something we are all telling you we really want to do. I'm mean, this club regularly pays tribute to pop culture, and Britney Spears is pop culture. To suggest otherwise is-"

"Kurt!" Mr. Schue yelled, turning around to face the boy. "I'm done talking about this."

"Geez, let loose a little would you?" he screamed, beyond fed up. He just didn't understand his teacher sometimes. He didn't try to incorporate them into anything, and he was sick of it. "Stop being so frickin' uptight all the time!"

The room was silent, everyone in shock at his outburst. He couldn't find it in himself to care. He was glad that the truth was finally out there, and although the others probably wouldn't admit it in front of the teacher, they agreed with him.

"Kurt," Mr. Schue started quietly, obviously holding in his anger. "I'll see you in the principal's office." He pointed towards the door. Kurt didn't hesitate before grabbing his bag and striding out of the room with his head held high. He walked to the office and sat down sulking. Mr. Schuester let Rachel walk all over him, but when he voiced his opinion, he got sent to the principal. How fair.

Mr. Schue finally showed up after ten minutes of waiting, and Kurt stood up and followed him into the principal's office. "William, what can I do for you?"

Kurt sat and listened to Schue and Figgins go on and on about how you shouldn't yell at your teacher. He tried not to roll his eyes, but he knew that he failed a couple times. He was released with a warning, and Mr. Schue stopped him in the hall before he could walk away.

"Kurt is something bothering you?" he asked sounding concerned and Kurt tried not to laugh.

Kurt eyed sighed. "Just the fact that you won't let us do Britney for the assembly makes me mad. It's funny how you always go on about glee being a home for us, but yet you won't let us do songs that we want to do. If Rachel asked for Britney, you'd be on board. You claim to want to give us all a chance when the reality is that it's the Rachel show."

"I don't think-"

"That Britney's a good role model," he finished for him automatically. "I get it Mr. Schue, but I don't agree with you. Everyone wants to sing something we can relate too, they just won't stand up to you. I'll see you tomorrow, Mr. Schue." He turned and strode down the hall. He didn't trust himself to say anything more.

"Hey boo," Mercedes said, linking her arm through his as she met him at his locker. "So what's the verdict? Detention? Warning? He's so damn strict."

"More like dictator. He needs to get a life and stop living through us. He's not a teenager anymore" They walked through the doors and into the parking lot. "Oh, I got a warning and a lecture, which was probably worse than any other punishment."

They laughed together. "Do you think he will let us do Britney? There is some hope right?" He shot her a look as they got in his car. "Okay, maybe no hope at all."

"We have more luck at getting Rachel to stop dressing like a toddler grandma. Everything has just been getting on my nerves. I don't know why. I'm irritable."

"It's been a long three weeks, and school has just started. How are we going to make it through the rest of the year with Rachel complaining about not getting any solos or Mr. Schue going to be a jerk?"

"Good question, but I know this year is going to be good for something right? Don't you just feel something special burning inside you?" He looked to her before focusing back on the road.

"I love you boy, but you are crazy. What would be burning inside you? Oh, maybe that means you'll get slushied tomorrow! You might have slushie radar?"

"Shut up, Cedes," Kurt muttered as he rolled his eyes. They drove in silence as he reached her house. "I'll see you tomorrow?"

"Kay," she said getting her bag and leaning over to place a peck to his cheek. "Text me if you get bored. Oh, Tina wants to know if you, her, and me want to have a slumber party Friday? We can talk about all these feelings up inside us."

Kurt rolled his eyes but nodded. "That sounds nice. Bye." He waved before pulling away from the curb. He did have a feeling inside him. It was probably nothing.

-3-

"Math certainly doesn't get easier when you get older," Blaine sighed and pushed away his thick Algebra II book. "Nick come do my work for me."

"Nah, I'll pass," the boy said. "Besides I'm busy." He kicked back and threw the ball up in the air and caught it when it came back down. He saw Blaine's glare and shot him a grin. "I'm thinking about trying out for lacrosse or polo. What do you think?"

"What do I think?" Blaine asked trying not to laugh. "I think that's funny, actually. You don't have a single sport bone in your body."

"Not everyone can be great at everything like you, Mr. Polo and Fencing champion. Why aren't you trying out this year?"

He shut his book, realizing that there was no way he was getting any more of it done before bed. "I just don't think I'll have enough time for them. I already have no time for my studies with the Warblers. Wes and David always make me stay after for meetings on possible songs that will compliment my voice. I don't want to start and have to quit."

"Makes since. You don't regret it, do you?" he asked sitting up and turning to his best friend. "Getting the soloist part? I know you have no more time, but it's great right?"

"Don't worry," Blaine answered honestly. "I definitely do not regret it. I'm having the time of my life, Nick. I love being the lead and having everyone look to me for advice on what's going down. I would much rather be singing then stabbing someone with a saber. Singing is more…me."

"Plus you are so short." Blaine picked up a pillow and chucked it at his friend who dodged it pretty easily. "So I talked to Jeff."

"Uh-oh." Blaine smiled before standing to change. He started on his dress shirt buttons before looking at the boy. "Nothing good can come from talking to Jeff."

"Ha ha," Nick said sarcastically. "You're right though. Jeff is crazy, but that's beside the point. I was actually talking about Monday when you two went to Lima Bean without me."

"Sorry. It wasn't actually my fault. Jeff physically pulled me out of the common room and to his car. He wanted to spy on Wes and his new girlfriend."

"No, shut up Blaine. I'm talking about the fact that you want somebody to love." Blaine threw his shirt at him when he sang an awful impression of Justin Bieber. "Why wasn't I told about this?"

"You never asked," Blaine stated, shrugging out of his slacks. "And besides, I don't go around the school proclaiming that I'm looking for a boyfriend. Have you seen the guys here? They are looking for a fling, not romance. I want someone to take my breath away, to make me blush by complementing me, and who will want to take things at a pace I want to go. I don't just want anybody."

"Let me guess…You want the one to come and sweep you off your feet?" Nick asked as Blaine pulled on a pair of sweatpants before getting in his bed.

"I do and don't make fun of me. I know he's out there, and I just have to be patient. He'll come and find me. I'm sure of it."

"But what if he doesn't?" Nick asked, getting in his bed. "What if you have to go searching for him?"

Blaine frowned at the realization. "Well then I'll be keeping my eyes open, but I don't know when I will have time to be honest. I'm so busy to begin with."

"Oh we'll find time." The boy shut the light off and got into his bed as well. "I'm making it my mission for you to find the boy of your dreams. I'll keep my eyes open."

"What would I ever do without you?" Blaine joked, nuzzling into his pillow. "But all jokes aside, thanks for caring."

"No problem, Blaine. You are my best friend. Now I'm going to sleep now so stop talking. It feels weird."

Blaine laughed quietly, smiling to himself. "Night Nick. Love you too." He heard Nick grunt in acknowledgment before they became quiet. Blaine was worried about what Nick said, maybe he was right. Someone is out there, but maybe he might have to go looking?

-4-

"Can we talk about the craziness that happened at the pep rally today?" Tina asked when her, Kurt and Mercedes were sitting in her room that Friday night. "We created a sex riot!"

Kurt leaned on Mercedes as they all broke into a fit of giggles. Mercedes wiped her tears before speaking, "Oh my god, we did didn't we?"

"Who knew performing Britney meant thrusting into a hat," Kurt muttered between giggles. "I actually feel dirty now that I think of it. I was pretty sexy, though."

"And the nasty thing is that Mr. Schue was performing with us. He's like forty!" Tina proclaimed, clamping a hand to her mouth, trying to hold back her laughter as the other two laughed shamelessly.

"Let's just face the fact that Mr. Schuester thinks he's still a teenager," Kurt told them, smiling as he was finally able to control himself. "And we all know he just did that because he is jealous of Miss Pillsbury's new boyfriend."

"Sexy dentist," Mercedes chimed in. "I would be jealous too, he's a fine piece of ass." She reached over and grabbed a handful of popcorn, and Kurt nodded in agreement. "Let's talk about you, Tina. You have your own nice piece of ass."

The younger girl laughed and blushed. "Oh god, I knew this was coming: the interrogation. Mike and I are happy, and I really enjoy my time with him. He's a great boyfriend, unlike Artie. He actually cares about my feelings and me in general. You guys know how it is."

"Actually," Kurt started, looking from Mercedes to her. "We don't. Unlike you, we have yet to be taken by anyone in our boring lives."

"Oh god," she said, eyes widening. "I wasn't even thinking guys. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to sound like those girls who flaunt their relationship around to those who don't have one."

"Don't worry," Mercedes said brushing it off. "We understand, but what we both want to know is…what's it like touching his beautiful abs?"

They all laughed again and Kurt smiled, reaching for a celery stick. "I wish I could find someone who has abs like him. I would like to show them off, I mean him off."

"Oh my goodness!" Tina yelled her face full of shock. "This is my boyfriend we are talking about. Enough, but his abs are a plus. But I love how Mike acts towards me. It's like I'm the only one in the world. When I was with Artie he didn't even talk to me all day sometimes. He's just so sweet and he can't go to bed without talking to me and telling me good night."

"Aw," Mercedes cooed. "That is so romantic, Tina. All jokes put aside, I'm really happy for you two. It's really nice to know one of us is taken and in a serious relationship."

They spent the rest of the nice gossiping and laughing. It wasn't until they were all laid up in Tina's bed; Kurt was lying there thinking about his life and how it wasn't eventful. When was something going to happen to shake things up? He pushed that aside and found himself falling to sleep, dreaming about being in a relationship with someone as great as Mike.

-8-

Blaine ran down the corridor. His teacher had asked him to stay after to discuss his work. At first he thought it was bad, but the teacher prided him in his great paper and loved that he took time to do everything she asked him to do. It surprised him, but he didn't care. He was late to Warbler practice.

He dodged two boys talking and pushed through the doors. "Hey guys, sorry I'm late. Mrs. Ryan wanted me to stay after."

"That's fine, Warbler Blaine," Wes said smiling and motioning for him to sit down. "The council has been meeting with our new soloist to come up with a good section of songs that might sound good as a group. As much as we love breaking out in song, we do need to be prepared for whatever teams we are facing at Sectionals."

"You all know that we didn't place at Sectionals last year," Thad reminded them, getting their attention. "But we all feel this year will be different. Blaine is much stronger in vocals and our harmonizing has grown to be perfect."

"So to end this week," David started next. "We have decided to let Blaine take it away on our newest performance. We've been practicing and I think you will all do great. So take it away."

Blaine smiled and nodded at the three boys before standing up. He started out singing Mike Posner's 'Cooler Than Me' while the Warblers immediately picked up the familiar beat. The performance was filled with dancing on furniture, snapping and smiles. When they ended they all cheered, making Blaine's heart feel proud.

When they were dismissed, Blaine was walking towards his room with Nick when he asked, "Are you going home for the weekend?"

"No, my parents have some business meeting in Cincinnati. What about you? Am I going to have the room to myself?"

"Nope," Blaine said with a shake of his head. "My mom has to work or something, but I don't care."

"I'm thinking that besides working on our pile of homework, we could do a halo marathon?" Nick asked turning to him. "We gotta do something fun on our weekend, right?"

"That actually sounds great," Blaine admitted smiling. "And Jeff can come crash if he wants to. We can call him when we get to the room."

"Great," Nick said before stopping. "I'll actually go and get him. Get everything set up and order a pizza."

"Sounds good," he said before he was left alone. Blaine sighed and shuffled to the room in a haze. He was still on his performance high, and it was the greatest feeling. He was just happy at the moment, even if he didn't have everything he wanted. He had friends and was doing what he loved to do. That's what mattered.