"Okay guys! Settle down!" Mr. Schuester calls out. "Great job rehearsing for Sectionals today. I know it's a Monday, but you guys did great! On another note, the theme for this week is going to be Duets!"
The glee kids all get looks of excitement on their faces; a few of them even high-five.
"Before you get too excited," the curly-haired man says, "I picked your partners for you. You and your partner's names are written on a piece of paper on the piano that you can grab before you leave."
Santana raises a hand and says, "I swear if I get paired with Lumps the Clown over here, I will—" Suddenly, the bell rings, interrupting the girl.
"Make me proud guys!" Mr. Schue says as the kids leave.
When everyone is gone, Will is shuffling through sheet music when two hands cover his eyes.
"Guess who?" a sweet, charming voice says from behind him.
Will turns around and smiles at Holly Holliday, his beautiful girlfriend.
"Hey, beautiful," he says.
"So, tonight, I was thinking dinner at your place and then a romantic comedy after?" the blonde says, wrapping her arms tight around her guy.
"Sounds amazing," he replies.
"Okay, well I need to get going to monitor the halls and make sure no one is passing STD's, so I'll see you tonight," she says kissing Will on the cheek.
"See you tonight," he echoes.
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Once in the hallway, Brittany quickly finds her duet partner.
"Hello," she says with a bright smile, "I'm Brittany S. Pierce, and I'm your duet partner."
"Um, I know who you are Brittany," Blaine replies with a smile, "we have three classes together."
"Oh, yeah, I know but this is the first time we've actually spoken… so… anyway! I was thinking that since we're duet partners and obviously destined to have tons of fun together you might consider doing me a tinsy, tiny favor."
"What that?" Blaine asks, patting his gelled back hair.
"My cousin Sam is having some trouble in his geometry class. I was hoping maybe you'd tutor him? Kurt told me you're like super, Einstein when it comes to math."
"Oh, yeah, no problem Brittany. Put his number in my phone," the raven haired boy instructs, pulling out his cell phone to hand to Brittany, "and tell him I'll call him today after school to figure out when we can meet up!"
Brittany smiles to herself, knowing that Santana's plan is working, "That would be great, thanks Blaine Newbie."
"My last name isn't—" but before Blaine can finish correcting the blonde Cheerio, she runs down the hallway, her short red skirt moving every which way.
-glee-
Finn and Kurt sit on the couch in the living room of the house their parents bought the previous summer.
"Thank God I got paired with you and not Rachel," Finn says. "There's too many emotions going on between us right now, and most of them aren't good ones."
"Finn, you're basically my brother right now, so I'm just going to be upfront with you," the smaller boy replies. "The only one to blame for those emotions is you. YOU were the one to end things, not her."
Finn looks down, "I know. It's only been a couple of days, and I know she was controlling and everything, but I sorta miss her."
"Well then let's sing a song that tells her how you feel. If I know anything about Rachel Berry it's that she expresses everything through song. So do it right back."
Finn smiles at Kurt. "Great idea, man. But what about you? Don't you have a great relationship with Blaine right now? Won't he think it's weird?"
Kurt shrugs, "We've kind of hit a rough patch. Things aren't like they were in the summer. Oh, Finn I just thought of the perfect song for us!"
Before Kurt can tell Finn what he wants to sing, Carole and Burt walk in, their faces filled with smiles.
"Boys," Burt says. "We have something we'd like to share with the two of you."
Carole's face lights up as she opens her mouth to speak. "Burt and I have decided to get married."
First, shock registers on the boys' faces, then excitement. They both jump up from the couch and hug the two lovebirds.
"Oh my gosh, this is so amazing!" Kurt screams, jumping for joy.
"I can't believe it, guys! Congrats!" Finn says.
The four stand together, smiling. They feel something different though, they feel like a family.
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Sam is sitting on his cousin's bed when suddenly, his phone starts vibrating, announcing an incoming call. A number Sam hasn't seen before appears on the screen.
"Hello?" Sam answers.
"Hey, Sam. It's Blaine!" Sam's heart jumps and his eyes get large.
"It's Blaine," he mouths to Brittany. She gives him a thumbs-up. "Uh, hey, Blaine. What's up?"
"Well, Brittany told me you're kinda struggling with your math class and I just happen to be an excellent teacher! So do you think you'd want to meet up sometimes and I could help you out?"
Sam smiles his big smile and says, "Yeah, that would be really awesome! When do you want to meet?"
"How about tomorrow night at Lima Bean? Say, six-ish?" Blaine replies.
"Sounds great! It'll be my treat since you're helping me out and all," the blonde boy says with a smile.
"Really, Sam, it's no problem."
"It might not be to you, but it is to me. Seriously, thank you."
Blaine, sitting on his own bed smiles, too, "You're welcome. See you tomorrow, Sam."
"See you."
Sam looks at his cousin, who is smirking at him.
"You so want to tongue wrestle with him."
Sam blushes. "I wasn't that obvious was I?"
"No, you did great."
"Thanks, Britt, I know you had something to do with this," the boy says.
"Well, don't say I never gave you anything. Now, I need to go gargle salt water six times so the gremlins don't eat Lord Tubbington."
Sam shakes his head at his cousin, but couldn't feel more thankful to have her in his life.
-glee-
"Thank god Mr. Schue had the good damn sense to put us together," Mercedes says to Quinn as they walk up to Quinn's bedroom, "if I had been paired with anyone else I might have killed myself."
Quinn giggles, "As if 'Cedes, we both know you'd miss yourself too much."
"That's true," Mercedes agrees, walking into Quinn's room and sitting down on the bed, "I already know the perfect song we can sing too."
"Take Me or Leave Me? Yeah, I heard you singing it on the way to biology today. And I agree it is the perfect song, it lets everyone know that we're a force not to be reckoned with and if they don't take us the way we are then that's their problem."
"That's right, so little Miss Berry better back up a few steps. Am I right sister, or am I right?"
"You're right," Quinn agrees happily, "would it be weird of me to say that now Rachel and Finn are broken up I hope he comes back to me?"
"Hell to the yes," Mercedes informs her friend, "if you get back with that double stuffed fool then you're obviously insane boo-boo."
"He's my first love Mercedes, how can I not want him back?"
"Because you weren't faithful the first time so obviously there was something wrong with him when you dated before. Besides if you want to get back with anybody it oughta be with one fine-ass mohawked, football player named Noah Puckerman."
"Oh please, Puck is of the past."
"Mmmhmm, well, if you want to get with Finn again I guess I'll respect that… just know I won't be at the wedding."
Quinn laughs and tosses a purple sequin pillow at Mercedes, "Thanks for the support, boo," the blonde girl says mocking her best friend.
The girls laugh in unison before beginning practice on the duet.
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Holly and Will sit on the man's couch, snuggled up close against each other.
"Will, tonight is just perfect. I never want it to end," Holly says, breathing in Will's scent.
"Me either," he replies, scooting even closer to his girlfriend.
"Will?" she says.
"Yes, sweetheart?"
"I love you," the blonde-haired woman says, without missing a beat.
Will is surprised to hear the words, but he feels the exact same way.
"I love you, too, Holly."
Her back was pressed against him, but she turns herself around so the two are face to face.
"I think I'm ready to…." she trails off.
Will is confused for a moment, but then he realizes what the woman who holds his heart is saying.
"Are you sure? I mean really sure?"
"Of course, Will. I love you, you love me. There's no better time than right now," she says, her eyes twinkling from the flames of the candles Will had laid out.
"I do love you," Will says right before he brings his face to hers and presses his lips against Holly's.
The kiss is passionate, and soon, their tongues are swirling around each other, and the moment feels so right for the two. Will holds Holly close, and she can feel her boyfriend growing.
She stops the kiss and looks into his eyes and nods. Will lifts her up and carries her to his bedroom where he lays her softly on his bed. He starts the kiss again, him standing, her sitting. Holly pulls off his shirt and grabs the man to bring him to her. He removes her shirt and runs his hands along her back, feeling every inch of her.
Their lips still connected, he unhooks her bra and throws it aside. He doesn't know where to put his hands first. He runs his thumbs over her hard nipples and she moans with pleasure. He pulls his mouth from hers and moves down to pay attention to her breasts. He begins teasing her by slowly licking her nipples, until finally he puts one into his mouth and sucks.
The feelings Holly gets go through her body, and she relaxes, letting her boyfriend work his magic. When he is done, he brings his mouth to hers once again. She pulls off his pants, and he does the same to her. Holly can see how excited Will is through his underwear and can't wait to take them off of her man. She grabs them and pulls them down. His penis is upright and as hard as can be. She moves her hands to stroke him, and starts a slow rhythm.
Will removes Holly's panties, also, and moans as she quickens her pace on his penis. He too, moves his hands down below and begins some stroking of his own. He hits a spot that sends ripples of pleasure through Holly and she can't help but cry out.
Their hands glide upon each other for a minute more, but Holly whispers to Will, out of breath, "I want you now, all of you."
Will obeys and takes his hands from her lower region. She does the same, and lays herself down, ready for him.
Will gets on top of Holly and grabs his pulsating member, directing it to where they both want it to go. Slowly, he pushes inside her, and extreme pleasure goes through both of them. Inside Holly, Will thrusts, slow but steady. Sweat glistens on the two and they both are filled with desire for the other.
Will speeds up the pace and Holly can't help but start moaning at the amazing feelings her boyfriend is giving her. Will leans down, still pushing in and out, and kisses Holly with amazing force. Their hands roam each other's bodies as they feel parts of each other they had only dreamed of touching.
Will keeps his hands on Holly's breasts and gives her pleasure from there, massaging her. He then moves down again, and rubs the spot that makes her squirm, all while keeping the same rhythm. Holly keeps crying out, which turns Will on even more. He starts thrusting into his girl faster and faster and Holly screams out.
The bed is shaking and the two don't notice a thing but each other as they become one. Holly can feel her orgasm building up and she begs Will to go harder. He responds just the way she wants him too and soon her climax is there, and she cries out, feeling the electricity run through her. Will follows soon after, and he too, moans loudly.
Will lies on top of Holly, still inside her, panting heavily. The two kiss passionately, amazed at the connection they just made. Holly sighs, feeling amazing after making love to the amazing man on top of her. They look into each other's eyes, not saying a word, but knowing the three words running through both of their minds.
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Standing in front of the glee club Quinn suddenly gets stage fright; she keeps remembering her when she performed she went into labor and had to be rushed to the hospital. Even having to perform last week gave her jitters, too. She just couldn't shake it off.
"You're gonna be fine," Mercedes reassures her, "Trust me mamma, I got you."
"Okay, let's do it," the blonde girl mumbles beside her.
"Hit it!" Mercedes instructs the band. Music fills the room and the girls ready themselves to sing.
Take Me or Leave Me by Idina Menzel and Tracie Thoms
Quinn: Every single day, I walk down the street. I hear people say 'Baby so sweet!' Ever since puberty, everybody stares at me. Boys. Girls. I can't help it baby. So be kind and don't lose your mind, just remember that I'm your baby…
Mercedes: Take me for what I am! Who I was meant to be…
Quinn: …And if you give a damn
Both: Take me baby or leave me
Quinn: Take me baby or leave me
Mercedes: A tiger in a cage: can never see the sun! This diva needs her stage, baby lets have fun! You are the one I choose! Folks would kill to fill your shoes. You love the lime light to now baby, so be mine and don't waste my time cryin' 'Oh honey bear are you still my, my, my baby?'
Quinn: Take me for what I am
Mercedes: Who I was meant to be
Both: And if you give a damn
Mercedes: Take me baby or leave me
Mercedes: No way, can I be what I'm not
Quinn: But hey, don't you want your girl hot?
Mercedes: Don't fight, don't lose your head
Quinn: 'Cause every night who's in your bed?
Both: Who?
Mercedes: Who's in your bed?
Quinn: [Spoken] Kiss, pookie…
Both: That's it
Quinn: The straw that breaks my back
Both: I quit
Mercedes: Unless you take it back
Both: Women
Quinn: What is it about them?
Both: Can't live with them or without them
Both: Take me for what I am
Mercedes: Who I was meant to be (Quinn: Who I was meant to be)
Quinn: And if you give a damn (Mercedes: and if you give a damn then) take me baby, or leave me
Quinn: Take me baby; take me or la-la-la-la-la-leave me
Both: Take me baby or leave me
Both: [Spoken] Guess I'm leaving I'm gone!
By now the two girls are laughing together and the room is applauding loudly. Finn whistles and Quinn subtly winks in his direction. Seeing this, in her opinion disgusting, display of affection Santana rolls her eyes and quits clapping.
"That was amazing ladies!" Mr. Schuester compliments them, "Quinn I don't know where you've been hiding that voice but I want to hear it more often! That was spectacular. Way to set the stage, everyone else certainly has their work cut out for them."
"We were hoping to have that affect," Mercedes informs her teacher breathlessly.
The two girls hug each other briefly and smile at the other members of the club, the kids clap once more as the blonde and brunette duo take their seats in the front row. At this moment, Quinn feels like the smile may never come off of her face. This is the best she's felt since giving up her baby.
With her best friend at her side Mercedes knows that this year belongs to Quinn and herself. She's beyond positive that the glee club is no longer going to be a Rachel Berry-run show. Quinn and her are going to be the top divas of the club by the time Sectionals rolls around, she just knows it.
"Alright, anyone else ready to perform?" Mr. Schue asks his students.
Kurt raises his hand, "Finn and I are."
"Go for it," their teacher replies.
Finn looks at Rachel before he gets out of his seat, hoping that she'll understand what he's saying to her in the song.
Yesterday by The Beatles
Finn: Yesterday.. All my troubles seemed so far away. Now it looks as though they're here to stay. Oh I believe.. in yesterday.
Kurt: Suddenly, I'm not half the man I used to be. There' s a shadow hanging over me. Oh yesterday came suddenly.
Finn: Why she had to go
Both: I don't know
Finn: She wouldn't say. I said
Both: Something wrong. Now I long.. for yesterdaaay.
Kurt: Yesterday.. Love was such an easy game to play. Now I need a place to hide away. Oh I believe in yesterday.
Finn: Why she had to go
Both: I don't know
Finn: She wouldn't say
Both: I said something wrong now I long for yesterday-a-a-ay
Kurt: Yesterday.. love was such an easy game to play.
Both: Now I need a place to hide away, oh I believe in yesterday.
Finn: Mm-mm-mm-mm-mm
Both:Mmm-mmmmmmmmmm.
Everyone in the choir room claps except for Rachel and Blaine. Rachel glares at Finn, wondering why he thinks he can try and win her back with a song. Blaine looks sad at Kurt, because he knows they have problems that they haven't really worked out.
"Awesome, guys. Really, wow!" Mr. Schuester says to the two.
"We also have an announcement," Kurt tells the class. "Our parents have decided to get married!"
Everyone gasps and smiles. The girls rush down to hug Kurt and Finn, and "Congratulations" is passed through everyone's mouth. The guys follow suit and either give the two boys a hand shake or a pat on the back.
After every is seated again, Mr. Schuester says, "That's amazing. If any two people are meant for each other, it's definitely those two. I'm happy for you boys."
"Thanks," they both say.
Puck notices how Rachel's forehead is wrinkled and how she keeps tapping her foot angrily. He knows Finn's song hit something inside of her, and that she needs calmed down.
The rest of the class is just chatter about the engagement and Sectionals selections. When the bell rings Rachel jumps up and storms out the door. Puck is close on her heels and pulls her aside.
"Rachel, I know you're upset. I want you to talk to me. You can't keep this inside," the Mohawk-clad boy says. "How about we get together tonight and since we're duet partners we can practice our song and talk?"
Rachel seems to cool down a bit and relaxes her tense shoulders.
"Okay, Noah. 7 o'clock, my house?"
"Definitely," Puck replies, with a smile. He squeezes her hand and walks away, leaving the brunette to wonder if talking and singing will be the only things the two do tonight.
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To say Sam was nervous as he entered the Lima Bean is an understatement. The tall blonde boy hadn't realized how strong an attraction he felt to Blaine until this very minute as his palms begin to sweat profusely.
"Sam," calls the dark haired Blaine, "over here!"
Turning his attention to a table to the left of the coffee shop Sam walks over to Blaine, plastering a goofy smile on his face. Just relax, Sam tells himself over and over, but it doesn't work. No matter how many times he tells himself to relax, he simply can't. Now, looking at Blaine in his gray cardigan and black bowtie, Sam knows he has feelings for him, bad. There is no more confusion as Sam stares into Blaine's hazel eyes dreamily.
"Hello? Earth to Evans…" Blaine says, snapping Sam out of his mind, "Where'd you go man?"
"Someplace that has less geometry. Thanks again for helping me with this, Blaine," Sam says, truthfully thankful that someone was willing to take the time and help him learn.
"No problem, besides, I breezed through geometry. So what are you working on?"
Sam quickly pulls out a thick geometry textbook and a green notebook with the words 'GEO P. 1' written on it.
"This," the blonde replies, as he opens the notebook and points to the page in the book.
"Uh, Sam, this is algebra review…"
"That explains why I don't get it. I barely got a C minus in algebra last year, my teacher wasn't the best, and I'm not exactly Captain Math."
Blaine chuckles, "Well, I guess it's a good thing I know my math…"
As Blaine begins to explain the homework, Sam forces himself to focus. He has to pass. From what Santana told him, Kurt is pretty smart, so why would Blaine want to be with someone who can't even do basic algebra? Sam scolds himself mentally as he follows Blaine's instructions to draw the picture before doing anything else. To think of Kurt and Blaine breaking up seems ludicrous to the golden haired boy, although the way Santana talked, it looked as though they were headed to Splitsville…
"Now all you have to do is solve for that angle and you're good!" Blaine says with a smile, proud of himself for being such a good teacher.
"Whoa, that's easy," Sam replies, clearly shocked.
"See? You can totally do this stuff Sam, all you have to do is work at it."
The pair shares a smile and for a minute Sam is sure there's something in the smile, something other than just a friendly exchange… something almost lust-filled.
Blaine has the same thought, and as he watches Sam solve for the angle, he wonders what it would be like to have Sam's big lips pressed against his own. The boy shakes his gelled head, shocked at his thoughts considering he's dating Kurt. He's in love with Kurt. Or he should be, but he can't deny the fact that there's something in him that wants Sam, wants to be held by Sam.
He's straight, you're in a relationship, get it together Anderson, Blaine tells himself. He gives himself a good mental shake before he tells Sam how to figure the Pythagorean Theorem.
"It's A squared, plus B squared equals C squared. Then you take the square root of whatever A and B equal and that's C."
Blaine watches Sam nod his head and take his blue eyes off of Blaine's… lips? No, that couldn't be. Sam was straight, wasn't he?
That doesn't matter; his sexuality isn't your problem. You have a boyfriend, that's the problem, Blaine tells himself in his head. But it shouldn't be, he shouldn't think of his first boyfriend as a problem. He shouldn't be thinking of the guy he is supposed to love as an issue standing in the way of him being able to get hot and bothered with the blonde sitting next to him.
"You're hot," Blaine says, making Sam stop mid-equation to stare at him.
"What?" he asks, his heart pounding in his chest.
"You're right," Blaine repeats with a smooth smile, "I don't think you're as bad at this as Brittany thinks. In fact if I didn't know any better I'd think this was all just some scheme to get us to spend time together."
Blaine begins to laugh and Sam soon joins in, trying to fake his way out of having to deal with explanations.
The boys work on more problems together and soon they feel like they've known each other for years.
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Puck and Rachel sit on the girl's bed, Puck lightly fingering his guitar and Rachel studying the lyrics of their song choice.
"How about we both sing this line and it fades into the next part?" Rachel suggests.
"Yeah, cool," Puck replies, looking down after he realizes he had been staring at Rachel's beautiful face. "So, Rach, are we ever going to talk about today? Feelings like those don't just go away in a couple of hours."
Rachel blows out a sigh and crosses her legs, setting her hands on her knees.
"You're right. I just don't want to get all worked up about it again. And I hate making you listen to me whine about Finn."
"Rachel, I'll listen to whatever you have to say, no matter how much you whine."
Rachel looks into Puck's eyes and sees his honesty.
"Well, I don't know. No, I do know. I hate what he's doing. He's trying to make himself seem all remorseful and sorry for ending things, and when I don't take him back, I'M going to look like the jerk."
"Rachel I don't think—" Puck pauses, replaying her words. "Wait, you're sure you're not taking him back?"
"Yes, definitely. I love Finn, and I probably always will, but he wasn't the right choice for me. I need someone who loves all of me, and has my best interests in mind, too, and…" she trails off, getting lost in Puck's eyes.
Puck, too, is staring deeply at Rachel, heat passing through them. Puck leans in and kisses Rachel softly on the mouth. The kiss deepens and they press their bodies together. After a moment or two they break apart, staring at each other.
"I can be that guy, Rachel," Puck whispers.
Rachel looks at the boy who just sent shivers through her whole body. She knows his history but the look in his eyes tells her he's not the same boy he was a year ago.
"Noah, I know this sounds crazy, but I believe you. But if you really want to be that guy, you need to give me time. You're not some rebound from, Finn."
"Rachel, take all the time you need. I can wait for you," the boy says, inching closer. He brings his head in a gives the girl a light kiss. "As long as I know I have another chance, I will do anything."
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The next day in Glee…
Blaine and Brittany offer to perform for the assignment and both walk to the center of the room.
I Want to Dance by Whitney Houston
Brittany: I wanna dance.
Blaine: Clock strikes upon the hour and the sun begins to fade…
Brittany: Still enough time to figure out how to chase my blues away…
Both: I've done alright up 'til now, it's the light of day that shows me how. And when the night falls, my lonely heart calls.
Brittany: I wanna dance with somebody!
The blonde girl runs over to Mike Chang and pulls him into a sudden dance, making all the glee kids remember how talented the two are at dancing.
Blaine: I wanna feel the heat with somebody!
Blaine pulls Rachel into a dance and twirls the girl, she begins to laugh.
Both: Yeah, I wanna dance with somebody! With somebody who loves me!
Blaine: Oh I wanna dance with somebody!
Brittany spins Mike and he goes back to sit down, all the while she continues to sing. Blaine does the same with Rachel.
Brittany: I wanna feel the heat with somebody.
Both: Yeah, I wanna dance with somebody! With somebody who loves me.
Blaine: I've been in love and lost my senses, spinning through the town.
Brittany: Sooner or later the fever ends, and I wind up feeling down. I need a woman who'll take a chance on a love that burns hot enough to last.
Blaine: So when the night falls, my lonely heart calls!
Both: I wanna dance with somebody! I wanna feel the heat with somebody! Yeah, I wanna dance with somebody! With somebody who loves me.
Brittany: I wanna dance with somebody, I wanna feel the heeeeeaaaaaat. Yeah, I wanna dance with somebody. With somebody who loves me!
New Directions: Somebody whooooo, somebody whoooo
Brittany: Somebody who loves meeeee, yeah.
New Directions: Somebody whooooo, somebody whooooo
Blaine: To hold me in his arms, ohhhh
Both: I need a (Blaine:) woman, (Brittany:) man who'll take a chance on a love that burns hot enough to last. So when the night falls, my lonely heart
Brittany: Calls!
Both: I wanna dance with somebody; I wanna feel the heat with somebody! Yeah, I wanna dance with somebody. With somebody who loves. Oh, I wanna dance with somebody! I wanna feel the heat with somebody! Yeah, I wanna dance with somebody! With somebody who loves me!
Blaine: Oooh, oooh.
New Directions: Dance.
Brittany: Come on baby, ha-ha-ha-ha-ha.
New Directions: Dance.
Blaine: Woooo! Yeah! Now get with this!
Brittany: Ha-ha-ha.
Blaine: Oo-woah-oo-woah yeah!
Both: Don't you wanna dance (Brittany: With me baby?), don't you wanna dance (Blaine: With me girl?) Hey! Don't you wanna dance (Brittany: With me baybay!) With somebody who loves me!
Brittany grabs Sam and Blaine grabs Santana and pulls them into the duet, making them both dance.
Both quickly pick up the groove and dance with their respective partners.
Everyone: Don't you wanna dance, say you wanna dance, don't you wanna dance? Don't you wanna dance, say you wanna dance, don't you wanna dance? Don't you wanna dance; say you wanna dance, uh-huh!
Brittany spins Sam, and Blaine does the same to Santana. Now Santana is dancing with Brittany and Sam is dancing with Blaine. In the audience, Kurt is visibly fuming. He's been ignored the entire performance and if he wasn't sure Sam was straight he would've suspected Blaine to be cheating.
Both: With somebody who loves me!
The music stops and the couples stop dancing, all four of them laughing, but only Santana and Brittany laughing from excitement. Sam and Blaine are laughing from sheer awkwardness and tension. As the audience claps, Kurt is the first to comment.
"Wow, honey, you did a fabulous job!" the blazer-wearing boy says as he walks down from the second tier of the choir room, and down to his boyfriend, "And guess what, I wanna dance with you too!" he smiles and pulls Blaine into a hug.
Everyone stares at the pair strangely, not because it's two guys hugging, but because almost everyone in the room can tell that Blaine hadn't been referring to Kurt while he was singing. Also because of Kurt's song choice yesterday.
"He's right," Mr. Schuester chimes in, "you guys did a great job! You both have quite the set of pipes on ya."
"Well, Britt-Britt is always great," Santana smiles, hooking her pinkie finger with Brittany's. The girls go and sit down then, and after one last long stare at each other Blaine and Sam take their seats. It's clear to Santana (who had told Brittany to get Sam and Blaine to dance together), that Sam isn't the only one who'd caught feelings. She knows that Blaine is also feeling something.
There's only one problem: Santana isn't sure what that 'feeling' is.
"Okay, is anyone else ready to perform today?"
Rachel raises her hand and walks to the front of the room, Puck following her with his guitar in his hands. Mr. Schuester backs away, motioning to them that they have the whole floor. The two pull up chairs rather than standing, due to the intimacy of the song, it seems right to be sitting.
I'll Be by Edwin McCain
Puck begins strumming his guitar, playing the beginning of the song
Puck: The strands in your eyes that color them wonderful, stop me and steal my breath. And emeralds from mountains thrust towards the sky, never revealing their depth.
Rachel: Tell me that we belong together, dress it up with the trappings of love. I'll be captivated, I'll hang from your lips, instead of the gallows of heartache that hang from above
Both: I'll be your crying shoulder, I'll be love's suicide. I'll be better when I'm older, I'll be the greatest fan of your life.
Puck: And rain falls angry on the tin roof, as we lie awake in my bed.
Rachel: You're my survival, you're my living proof. My love is alive and not dead.
Puck: And tell me that we belong together. Dress is up with the trappings of love.
Rachel: I'll be captivated, I'll hang from your lips, instead of the gallows of heartache that hang from above…
The pair never break eye contact, staring intently at each other, meaning what they are singing
Both: I'll be your crying shoulder, I'll be love's suicide. I'll be better when I'm older, I'll be the greatest fan of your life.
Puck: And I've dropped out, I've burned up, I've fought my way back from the dead.
Rachel: I've tuned in, turned on, remembered the things that you saaaaaaaid!
Both: I'll be your crying shoulder, I'll be love's suicide. I'll be better when I'm older, I'll be the greatest fan of your... I'll be your crying shoulder, I'll be love's suicide. I'll be better when I'm older, I'll be the greatest fan of your life.
Puck: The greatest fan of your life…
Both:...greatest fan of your life.
The glee kids erupt with applause for the duo. Their song was not only beautiful, but almost everyone felt every single word the two sang. Finn couldn't help but think of Rachel, but no matter how many times he tried to make eye contact with her, her eyes were glued on Puck.
Kurt tried looking at Blaine, but the boy was busy staring off into space. Little did he know Blaine was actually lost in thought about a guy who wasn't Kurt.
Sam was trying to be secretive in looking at Blaine, but Santana, who looked at her friend in between moments of staring at Brittany, noticed who he was making eyes at. It reminded her of the conversation they had had the other day…
Flashback
Quickly Sam pulls out his phone and runs through his contacts, finding a number he has just added into his phone the day before. He presses dial and waits three rings before there is an answer.
"Trouty, Trouty, Trouty. Couldn't get enough Santana for one day?" the girl asks sarcastically.
"Something like that… Santana, can we talk?"
The girl can sense the seriousness in Sam's voice and replies just as seriously, "Of course."
"Can we meet up somewhere?"
"Uh, yeah, totally, Breadstix in ten?"
Sam replies with a quick 'yes' and hangs up, grabbing his jacket he walks out into the foyer of the house and runs into Brittany. A bowl with "Lord Tubbington" written on it is filled with meatloaf in her hands.
"Where you running off too cousin?" she asks curiously.
"I'm going to Breadstix to meet Santana…" he explains cautiously, hoping Brittany won't want to come with him.
"Oh, well, have fun. Tell her I say hi," and with that Brittany walks away.
Sam gets out of the house and is in Breadstix within five minutes of leaving. While parked in the parking lot of the restaurant Sam wonders what he's going to say. It's really confusing for him. He hasn't even spoken to Blaine and yet he's got a crush on him.
The blonde boy sees Santana walk into the restaurant and follows her lead, getting out of his car, trailing behind her. Once inside he spots her at a table chewing on a thin breadstick. He takes a deep breath and walks over to her, "Thanks for meeting me," he says quietly as he sits down across from her.
"No problem Lips, what's this all about?" she asks, staring at him with her dark brown eyes.
"You know about me and now Brittany does too. She also knows that I've got a little thing for… Blaine," he informs her, avoiding eye contact at all costs.
"You're crushing on Lady Hummel's boy toy? Oh Sammy, that is no bueno."
"Why?"
"Besides the fact that Kurt seems obsessed with the gel haired weasel? How about the fact that you're deep in the flannel closet with me and don't plan on coming out any time soon?"
Sam sighs, "I really like him Santana, I haven't felt like this since I left Tennessee."
"So you want my help with…?" she asks as she grabs another breadstick from the bowl on the corner of the table.
"I want to know what you would do."
"I would steal him away from Little Miss Hummel. Then again I'm a mischievous bitch, so… plus, even I wouldn't mess with Kurt."
"Well, crap."
"However, I happen to know a little something about hard hair that I don't think even Lady knows."
Ignoring Santana's crude comment about Kurt's sexuality Sam asks, "What?"
"Blaine doesn't love him. Didn't you hear his song? If that wasn't proof enough that their love has reached an end, I don't know what is. Maybe they'll break up and you can…"
"Fill Blaine's void without Kurt?"
Santana smirks, "Wanky."
"I haven't even spoken to him though; he probably doesn't have any idea who I am."
"You just leave the getting-to-know-you to me. Now, since we're here I wants to get my eat on," she says, picking up a menu.
Santana gets brought back to the present when Sam taps her on the shoulder.
"Santana, it's time for us to perform," the blonde boy tells his friend.
"Alright, I'm ready," she replies, though her mind is on something completely different.
Constant Craving by K.D. Lang
Santana: Even through the darkest phase. Be it thick or thin, always someone marches brave. Here beneath my skin.
Santana + New Directions: And constant craving has always been.
Sam: Maybe a great magnet pulls all souls towards truth. Or maybe it is life itself, leads wisdom to its youth.
Santana: And constant (Sam: constant) craving (craving) has always been (always been).
The two exchange a look which tells them everything they need to know about the other. The fact they might be gay wasn't the issue, the issue was the crippling fear they felt about admitting it. Neither wanted to be different, or deal with the verbal abuse that was sure to ensue coming out.
Both: Craving, uh-huh, constant craving. Has always been.
Sam: Has always been.
The blonde boy's eyes go to Blaine who is sitting on the top tier with his arms crossed across his blue plaid shirt. Sam can feel his heart tighten and begin to beat faster, and it's almost as if Blaine can sense Sam's anxiety because just before Sam turns away Blaine smiles at him brightly. Almost as if to say "It's all going to be alright."
Santana: Constant craving, has always been.
Instinctively Santana's eyes roam over to Brittany. This girl is her best friend and even before they started fooling around, from the second they met in kindergarten, Santana knew she loved her. How were either of them to know that the friendly love would blossom into something more than that?
Both: Constant craving has always been. Craving, uh-huh, constant craving. Has always been, has always been. Has always been. Has always been.
Sam: Has always been.
Santana: Has always been.
Both: Has always been.
Sam: Has always been.
Santana: Has always been.
There is a moment of silence, like the song has spoken to everyone. And then there's applause, Sam and Santana smile at each other and then quickly hug, ignoring the looks they get from people because they are so surprised Santana would dare hug anyone other than Brittany.
"Wow," the curly haired teacher says as he walks up and puts his arms around the kids who just finished their duets, "I have to say that these are some of the best duets I've heard in a long time. You guys are killing it! Way to go Sam and Santana! Let's hear it for 'em one more time!"
The room claps once more and Santana grabs Sam's hand and the two walk back to their seats, not letting go of the other's hand even once they've taken their seats.
Carefully, Sam looks up and over to Blaine who is staring at him. There's a twinkle in Blaine's hazel eyes that not only makes Sam's heart pound, but also makes him wonder if his secret crush is no longer a secret.
"You guys were very good," Rachel informs them, "I have to say at first I thought perhaps Sam was just a nice piece of eye-candy who was good at performing Maroon 5. I happily revoke that thought. Brava Mr. Evans, brava."
Sam smiles goofily and says, "Thanks I think."
"Just ignore the hobbit," Santana spits out snarkily, "while she may be right about you being a kick ass singer, she's also good at putting her giant beak where it doesn't belong. So go back to your Pudsonberry problem, okay dwarf?"
Rachel huffs and turns her head away from the Cheerio.
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"Kurt, we need to talk," Blaine says after his boyfriend answers his Skype call.
"I agree. But what is there to say? You've obviously moved on to blondie."
"Kurt, don't say that. I'm practically the first guy friend he has here and I'm helping him with math. We've just gotten to know each other."
"Yeah well the way he looks at you is the way you used to look at me," Kurt trails off.
Blaine is silent for a beat, thinking.
"Kurt, I don't know what to do anymore. You're not happy. I'm not happy. What happened? We were fine just a month ago."
"People change, Blaine."
"So… What does this mean?" Blaine asks slowly.
Kurt opens his mouth to answer when he hears the doorbell ring.
"Hold on, Blaine," he sighs.
He gets up from the computer desk in the living room and walks to the front door; Blaine has a clear view of everything.
Kurt opens the door and is shocked to see Dave Karofsky standing there, looking troubled. The last he had ever heard from or about the boy was this summer when apparently the boy tried to commit suicide, but his dad found him hanging and pulled him down before the act was finished. Nobody knew the reason for his attempt, either.
"David? What are you doing here? I haven't seen you at school or anything."
Karofsky looks up at Kurt and says, "I have to tell you something, Kurt. Just hear me out." Kurt nods and gestures for him to keep talking.
"I'm sure you heard about this summer… But I need you to know why. Kurt, I'm gay."
Kurt's mouth hangs open and he stares at the boy with wide eyes. Suddenly, he is filled with anger.
"So you mean to tell me you've bullied me for God knows how long for being gay, but yet here you are, on the same team as me?" Kurt is about to slam the door but Karofsky holds it open.
"Kurt please. I know it was wrong, I am so terribly sorry. I didn't know what to do with myself and my feelings. I was just so confused… I… I… I'm just so sorry."
Blaine, still on the computer, can't make out the words between the two, but it looks intense. Kurt forgets his boyfriend is still on the Skype call.
"Kurt… I need you to know something else…" Karofsky trails off. Kurt looks at him, waiting for more, when suddenly the bigger boy leans in and kisses Kurt.
Stunned, Kurt stays put, so surprised he can't even move. After a few seconds he moves away from the boy and stares at him crazily.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" he yells.
Karofsky looks at Kurt with sad eyes and realizes he made a mistake.
"I'm sorry Kurt. I have feelings for you, and I couldn't leave without you knowing," Karofsky starts backing out of the house, and keeps repeating, "I'm sorry."
Kurt shuts the door, his mouth agape, so bewildered by what just happened. He hears a beep from his computer and looks over at it. It reads "Call Ended: Blaine Anderson"
Horror shudders through Kurt's body as he realizes Blaine must have seen the whole thing. Any chance they had of saving their relationship is now gone up in smoke, and Kurt knows it. He sits down on his couch and begins to cry.
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Blaine storms out of his house and gets behind the wheel of his car. He is still fuming from what he just witnessed. He puts the car into drive, and before he knows it he has driven to Brittany's house. Blaine knows the blonde girl is the best person to go to with problems like this, so he gets out of his car and heads to knock on the door.
A couple seconds after he knocks, Sam answers the door.
"Uh, hey, Blaine," he says, but notices the look on his friend's face. "Woah, what's wrong?"
"Is Brittany here?" he asks.
"No, she's out with Santana, she just left about an hour ago."
Blaine sighs and runs his hands through his hair, which is starting to lose its gel, and his natural curls are showing through.
"Are you okay?" Sam asks. "You can talk to me if you need to."
Blaine gives a half-smile, "I don't want to worry you with my problems, I'll just go."
"No really, Blaine," Sam says. "It's no problem, you helped me, now I'll help you. C'mon. What's the worst that could happen?"
"Are you sure? It's about Kurt."
Sam swallows, his heart beating a little faster. "Are you guys having issues?"
"Yeah. I'm pretty sure we're over."
"Why?" Sam asks, worried that he was a little too obvious with his crush the last few days.
"Well, if you'd invite me in, I could tell you all about it," the brunette says.
Sam smiles, "Come on in, Blaine."
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