I could not wait to see the outstanding beauty that is Cactus. The next day, we had a Glee club meeting at four and my classes started at eight. I had a lot of time to spear so I spent most of that time daydreaming about him, drawing caricatures of us holding hands and walking on the beach together. I just felt like he fulfilled everything I ever wanted in a person - or in this case - a plant. I just wanted to see him again, to touch him again and feel the sudden pain rush through my veins. The touch he gave me was like an adrenaline rush for me, our connection was an adrenaline rush, and I was hooked.
At four, everyone sat in their usual seats, except for me. I decided to switch places with Marley so that I could be the nearest to Cactus. And while Mr. Schuester babbled on and on about Jesus or something, I just kept giving Cactus the dirtiest looks. I was trying to show him that I was into him, that I wanted him. I winked at him, swayed my hair back in style, pressed my lips together and slowly pulled my tongue out to viciously lick my upper lip. I even pressed down my pants for God's sake. Nothing worked.
"Dude, what's up with your boner?" Jacob whispered from behind while I was trying to titillate Cactus.
"Uhh… I… I don't know... Jesus turns me on." I answered randomly.
"What the fuck? This lesson isn't even about Jesus. Jesus was part of last week's assignment." He leans in closely and asks, "Are you crushing on Mr. Schue?"
"What?"
"Because I heard he likes to have sex with students and I think you might have a shot."
"Yes. I am. You caught me." What was I doing? Why did I lie?
"That's awesome bro, we've all been there. I didn't go all the way. I just sucked his dick to pass Spanish class but seeing as you're gay, you might actually enjoy it."
I nodded.
"Just go over there and tell him you wanna fuck him, but try to be subtle."
After an odd and awfully disturbing conversation with Jake, I decided to go with my instinct and fuck Mr. Schue to make Cactus jealous. My sexy faces were clearly not getting his attention; it was officially time for plan B.
After class, as Mr. Schuester was packing the bag on his desk, I approach him with a smile and moaned.
"Blaine, what can I do for you?" Mr. Schuester said.
"I was wondering if I could see you during your office hours? Or maybe after…" I said in a deep, sexy tone.
"Um, is this about glee club?" He wondered.
"Yes, this is about your dee club." I answered fiercely.
"Blaine, you suck at the sexy talk. Get yourself trained and come to my office tomorrow around six. I need you to practice your hand job for tomorrow as well. I'll be grading you based on display, presentation and overall performance." He rests his hands on my shoulder, exhales and continues "Listen, I want to prepare you kids for the future, for the real world. Do you know how hard it is out there? No you don't. I do. I want you to fuck me hard because life will fuck you harder. Alright?
"Okay, thank you for your time sir."
I did it. I had sex with Mr. Schuester and I got a B- but that's not important. I just couldn't wait to rub it in Cactus's face. This was bound to get his attention.