The Power of DVD
SHOWMANCE

Summary: After Kurt transfers Blaine and the Warblers receive a present from one Sue Sylvester: the entire box set of Glee, season 1 and season 2 (and possibly season 3). What will they do? What else? Watch them!

Rating: T (teen pregnancy, drinking; Glee basically)

Genre: Romance, Friendship

Character(s): Kurt H, Blaine A :)

Pairing(s): Klaine, every other pairing, like, ever

Warning: slash, overdose of adorable, baby-faced Kurt, Sue, drooling Blaine and evil Wes and David 3:)

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee; I don't even own it on DVD yet :( But, if you'd give me Chris Colfer or Darren Criss I wouldn't mind.

It might take me a while to get this right, I've never done 'watching videos' and it might sound weird until I really start to get a style of how to write it, so bear with me please :)

Dialogue from the show

Song from the show

Blaine's thoughts

Comments and descriptions

Enjoy!

Chapter Two: Showmance

God I'm so bored, can't wait to get back to Dalton :) ~K

Can't wait, either :D -B

Trying to take the title of Smiley king from me? :( ~K

No… 3:) -B

Bring it on :P ~K

It has been bought c:) -B

"Well, that was...interesting," Wes said, looking at the other boy's faces. "What do you think Blaine? Blaine? … BLAINE!"

"Whoa, what?" Blaine jumped, looking up from his phone. "Sorry, text from Kurt." He smiled sheepishly, as many of the boys rolled their eyes.

Trent read the conversation over Blaine's shoulder, "Man, I'm getting cavities. Go get a room, you two."

Blaine chose to ignore the comment, "Are we going to watch the next video or not?"

Wes nodded and went to play the next video when Nick spoke up, "We should probably go somewhere more private."

"Okay, then," Wes snapped the laptop shut. "Everyone grab your presents and put them in your rooms, then meet in Blaine's room."

"Why mine?"

"Because you're paying for my dental bill," Wes smiled. "Hurry up!"

Soon, they all were all sitting comfortably in Blaine's room; on the bed, armchairs, the desk ("Get off, Nick!"). Wes had transferred the disk to Blaine's small TV (which in reality, was pretty big) and settled down to watch the next 'episode'.

Glee
01x2- Showmance

"Hold on," Blaine said. "Sue actually named each video?"

The boys shrugged, who knew what Sue Sylvester would do.

"Someone should really fix that," Trent smirked, as Mr Schue's car drove into the McKinley parking lot.

"Mr Schuester!" Rachel called. "I went to the library and I got some sheet music and I wanted to run some songs by you that feature me heavily in lead vocals."

Wesley nodded, "Good."

The boys starred at him, but then realised that he'd bought his gavel from his room, and kept quiet.

"Hey, Mr Schue, we've just been learning some runs." Mercedes said, followed by Tina pushing Artie. "Ah, oh, oh, oh!"

"Ah, oh, oh, oh!"

Blaine smiled, "That was really good."

Then Mr Schue walked past Kurt and the jocks.

"Oh no…" Blaine muttered, smile gone and head held in his hands.

"Hey, Blaine, Mr Schue won't let them–"

"Hi, Kurt! Let's go Titans!"

"He walked past," David said, stunned. "He just walked past."

"Come on," Puck said as jocks began to pull him up.

"Wait!" Kurt protested, and threw his bag at a jock. "One day, you'll all work for me."

The boys cheered.

Clang!

"Notice how Kurt doesn't even try to run away or fight back," Nick pointed out.

"When you get ganged up on, you don't try to fight back," Blaine said, glumly, remembering a certain Sadie Hawkins dance years previously.

Mr Schue flirted with Emma a bit.

"Get a room," David laughed, but then on screen a Latino and a blonde cheerleader came up the stairs.

"Get a room."

The boys collapsed in laugher, while David looked shocked.

"U-u-u-uh…" he was promptly ignored as Mr Schue entered Sue's office.

"Iron tablet? Keeps your strength up while you're menstruating."

"I don't menstruate."

"Well, neither do I."

"Uh…what?"

"So I had a little chat with Figgins and he said that if your group doesn't place at Regionals he's cutting the program. Ouch."

"WHAT!"

"That's so unfair!"

Blaine looked confused, "Hang on; Kurt said that the New Directions lost Regionals. They didn't place, how is the program still going?"

They all shrugged.

"This is boring…" Trent complained. "Can we skip ahead to Kurt?"

"Already there, Trent."

Ah, freak out!
The freak, say chic
Freak out!
The freak, say chic
Freak out!

"Energy, guys. Come on its disco!"

"They're seriously doing disco?"

"Apparently."

"Not what I meant, Nick."

Have you heard,
About the new dance craze
Listen to us
I'm sure you'll be amazed
Big fun–!

Rachel kicked high and Mercedes huffed, "Whoa, whoa, hell to the nawh, first of all, you try to bust my face again, I will cut you. And this song is terrible."

"Agreed."

"It's not the song; you guys just need to get into it!"

"No it's the song, it's really gay." Kurt said.

The boys laughed, "You can talk, Kurt. No offense." Nick amended, but Blaine was thinking.

"Um, guys, I…I don't think Kurt's out of the closet yet."

"What'd you mean?" Wes asked Blaine, while still keeping an eye on what was happening (because God knows the others wouldn't.)

"Well," Blaine mumbled. "I dunno, just a feeling I guess."

David the turned to Wes, "Wes?"

"Mr Schue's making them do Le Chic at a pep assembly for more recruits, Finn's pretty sure he's going to die, and Mr Schue still thinks it's possible to take Nationals with disco." Wes replied instantly.

"You need to call me before you dress yourself–"

"–whatever, whatever–"

"You look like a technicolour zebra–" Kurt commented on Mercedes attire.

"–you're a hater, that's what you are, a hater. You're trying to copy me–" Mercedes said over him, cutting him off has they had a very calm argument.

"–it looks like I planned it–"

"y'know, if your hair was longer, you'd have curls."

"Oh, lovers spat!" David smiled.

Trent fake-glared at David, "Now, now, David, don't go making Blaine jealous. We don't want Mercedes to come and cut you, now do we?"

Wes hit Trent over the head with his gavel as Mercedes began.

She take my money when I'm in need
Yeah, she's a triflin' friend indeed
Oh, she's a gold digger way over town
That digs on me

"Ha! Look at Kurt! He's all like 'OMG-what-the-hell-is-she-doing-that-technicolour-zebra!"

"Nick!"

"Sorry."

(She give me money)
Now I ain't sayin' she a gold digger
(When I'm in need)
But she ain't messin' with no broke bro
(She give me money)
Now I ain't sayin' she a gold digger
(When I'm in need)
But she ain't messin' with no broke bro

Blaine laughed.

Everyone looked at him like he was an idiot, "What?" Wes asked.

Blaine smiled, "I just imagined the Warblers trying to do this."

They all laughed.

(I gotta leave)
Get down girl, go 'head get down
(I gotta leave)
Get down girl, go 'head get down
(I gotta leave)
Get down girl, go 'head get down
(I gotta leave)
Get down girl, go 'head

"Whoop!" the Warbler's cheered as the song came to a close.

Trent kicked the side of the bed absent mindedly, "Can we skip this, it's boring me. I wanna see Kurt, not a bunch of cheerleaders."

The boys, albeit Blaine who nodded in understanding, starred at him.

"Man," Nick said, putting his hand on Trent's forehead. "Are you okay?"

Trent swatted Nick away as Blaine lent forwards to move the little-curser-thing further along the line, ending as Emma Pillsbury walked out of a classroom with Mr Schue.

Bang, bang, bang, bang, "I officially call this meeting of glee club in session." Rachel said.

"Yay!" David smiled. "It's not only Wes who uses a gavel for no obvious reason!"

Wes hit David with said gavel, "Hey! Don't dis the gavel."

As the argued, the others continued to watch.

"But Mr Schuester isn't here," Artie said.

"Mr Schuester isn't coming; I payed a freshman to ask him for help with regular verbs." Rachel said, knowledgably.

"I'm sure there's a rule against doing that," Trent whispered to Nick.

"Pfft, this is McKinley, Trent, probably not."

"Point."

"I have another idea for the assembly."

"Can I once again stress my objections to this attempted suicide."

The Warblers laughed.

"They're not going to kill us, because we're going to give them what they want."

Kurt spoke up, "Blood?"

Blaine smiled as the others groaned.

"He's in Kurt-land again!"

"Better; sex."

That caught the boy's attention.

Sex? Ku– oh my god….

"Did she–"

Argh…Blaine…stupid, stupid!

"I think she did."

"But–"

"I know."

"Blaine?"

What?

"Blaine!"

What!

"Hello? Earth to Blaine! Anyone home?"

Oh, my, god, WHAT!

"Anderson! Hel-lo!"

Oh, wait, I'm not talking…

"I think he died."

"Ha, ha, very funny guys," Blaine mocked, shaking out of his revere as he focused on the screen.

What the hell…?

"-reat glee is, but I think I'll let some friends of mine show you." Mr Schuester said, as a red curtain was pulled back to reveal the New Directions.

Get up on this!
Get up on this!

Ow! Baby!
Salt and Pepa's here!

Those hips should be illegal.

"Oh."

"My."

"God."

Trent smirked, "Imagine the Warbler's doing this!"

This was then followed by a chorus of groans of disgust and flying pillows.

Salt and Pepa's here, and we're in effect
Want you to push it, babe
Coolin' by day then at night working up a sweat
C'mon girls, let's go show the guys that we know
How to become number one in a hot party show
Now push it

Ah, push it - push it good
Ah, push it - push it real good
Ah, push it - push it good
Ah, push it - p-push it real good

UNDAPPER THOUGHTS, BLAINE! SERIOUSLY UNDAPPER! You're Kurt's friend!

Yo, yo, yo, yo, baby-pop
Yeah, you come here, gimme a kiss
Better make it fast or else I'm gonna get pissed
Can't you hear the music's pumpin' hard like I wish you would?
Now push it

"D-did Kurt just slap Finn's butt?"

"I think he did."

"I'm scarred for life!"

"I'll never be able to look at Kurt the same way again."

Blaine ignored his friends comments as he watched, mesmerised, as his friend performed; and Blaine couldn't help but feel a wave of … jealousy as Kurt was up there. If that were meno! Blaine, stop right there. Stop thinking, stop it! There's no future in chasing someone who doesn't like you in that way.

He stood up and left his room, the others watching him go.

Eventually, the video ended, and Blaine still hadn't come back.

"Should we go get him?" Wes asked no one in particular, but just then Blaine walked back in.

"No need. Next video?" Blaine asked, as if nothing had happened.

"Ok-ay…" David said as he clicked the next video's link.

"Argh, I can't believe I can't go back to Dalton for another four days," Kurt complained, flopping onto Rachel's bed, as Rachel put her iPod into it's docking station, choosing her special 'Diva Sleepover' playlist. "I wonder what Blaine's doing."

Rachel smiled, "Text him, anyway, way did he stay at school over Christmas? Is Dalton that bad?"

Kurt rolled his eyes, "He chose to stay, something about his parents or something, he didn't go into detail – Mercy!"

Mercedes walked in carrying a huge bowl of popcorn and assorted candy, "Who's ready for a movie-musical Marathon?"

The three divas laughed as Rachel held up the cover of 'The Sound of Music'. Kurt jumped off the bed, grabbed his phone and settled into a bean bag next to Mercedes as the DVD player started playing the disk.

Watching the Sound of Music w/t Mercy and Rach. WUUT? ~K

Maria was singing about hills and music when Blaine text back.

Nothing much. It's pretty boring, but when you get back, we need to talk -B

Mercedes squealed as she read over Kurt's shoulder, "Oh! He's totally into you!"

Kurt shook his head, "There's no future in chasing someone who doesn't like you in that way; I learnt that a long time ago, Mercy."

Looking forward to it ;) ~K

Kurt settled down next to the girls, and wondered briefly what his Dalton friends were doing, before joining in Mercedes' and Rachel's edition of The Sound of Music.

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Lots of people said that Sue wouldn't have video of inside people's houses, but let's just say that she spies on her Cheerios, Mr Schue and the glee club? Because I need 'home footage' to show the Warbler's when Kurt comes out to his dad, 'coz that's really important for Blaine.

OMG! Reviews! Man, what the hell? I expected, like, 20 reviews max, but 100+! WTF! I woke up the day after with a bazillion emails! EEEPPP! Okay, I'm done now.

Kitties, Kites and Klaine,
~Emily