My apologies on the tardiness of this chapter, real life has been rather busy and I have had little to no time for a lot of writing. I have been up to a few things on Tumblr and such, details are in the Author's Note at the end of the chapter.
This chapter is the longest yet, I hope you guys enjoy it. Unfortunately, as I was getting near the end, a few more ideas came to me and it would have been hard to fit them in without making you guys wait a few more weeks for an update; what was going to be the end of this chapter is going to now be chapter 5.
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Disclaimer: The plot/idea for this fic is not mine, the original creator(s) of the GIF's on Tumblr is/are the mastermind behind this. Any characters or fictional locations are not mine unless expressly stated. The Glee characters are the property of the show's creators, Ian Brennan, Ryan Murphy and Brad Falchuk. I could say I own Glee, but you wouldn't believe me.
Playlist of Our Lives
Rating: T
Main Paring(s): Klaine
Side Paring(s): All New Directions canon parings as of the end of Season 2 (Finchel, Tike, not quite Britanna, etc.), Seblaine, Kum.
Summary: Kurt Hummel has everything going for him. Popular, good looking and a Cheerio, he's unstoppable. Unfortunately, thanks to a failing grade, his social standing is in jeopardy when Coach Sylvester assigns the nerdy Blaine Anderson to be his tutor. AU
Warnings: Gay bullying, which includes derogatory language, and hints of character depression.
Notes: Extra long AN at the bottom, please read.
The Playlist of Our Lives
They Got One Eye Watching You
One Eye On What You Do
So Be Careful Who It Is You're Talking To
They Got One Eye Watching You
One Eye On What You Do
So Be Careful What It Is You're Trying To Do
Chapter 4: Major Minus
Friday at McKinley not only meant the end of the week, but also another exciting football game courtesy of the Titans. Of course, not home game would be complete without a riveting halftime show featuring the Cheerios. To some, watching a group of girls dancing around in short skirts, basically made up of sewn together strips of red polyester strips, was more exciting than watching a group of guys tackling each other to the ground while fighting a ball.
The Cheerio's halftime shows were always a sight to behold and were thoroughly enjoyed by all, students, parents and families alike. Sue Sylvester was a master choreographer and her dance numbers rivaled the theatricality usually only seen on a Broadway stage. The first time one saw the dynamic routines the Cheerio's performed, there was no doubt in the viewers mind that they deserved every National Title to their name.
On game days, the football players wore their uniforms proudly, strutting around the school as if the red tops were metal armor, not a mixture of mesh and spandex. Those popular couples, usually consisting on one football player and one Cheerio looked like high school royalty in matching red, black and white, walking down the halls hand in hand or making out against the lockers in full view of everyone.
This year, students were more invested in the games than they had the previous three years Kurt had attended McKinley, but a large part of that could have been due to the fact that the football coach they had hired to replace Ken Tanaka, had made the previously miserable Titans a force to be reckoned with. Now, a female football coach like Coach Bestie was unconventional, but her track record was a good one, and for the second year in a row, the Titians were in the hunt for another championship season.
People expected the brunette to love football, his boyfriend after all was the second string quarterback, his brother the starter and he was a cheerleader, but the truth be told, Kurt couldn't care less. He cheered because he loved it and he loved being around his girls.
The night was considered a success , McKinley had won easily thanks to a stellar performance from Finn and the both the Cheerio's sideline cheers and halftime dances with gone without a hitch. Now, Kurt, Brittany, Quinn and Santana sat around Kurt room, Kurt, Brittany and Santana on the bed, legs crossed and Quinn on the stool in front of Kurt's vanity.
"Alright Hummel, spill. You said you had dirt on Anderson, what is it?" Santana ordered, filing her nails.
Kurt frowned at her disapprovingly. "If you're going to groom yourself, please do it somewhere the dust from the nails you are mutilating isn't going to fall onto to my pristine sheets," he scowled.
Santana rolled her eyes and slipped the nail file back into her purse. "Happy?" Kurt nodded. "Good, now what the hell did Anderson tell you and how did you get him to open up so quickly? Coach Sylvester is pretty upset with us—" she was cut off by Quinn who cleared her throat at glared. "Okay, fine, she's upset with me for not being able to cause enough tension in the Glee Club. Who knew that insulting geeks until they cried would be so difficult?"
"They're loser's Santana," Kurt said with a roll of his eyes. "They probably hear that kind of stuff all the time and it just rolls off their backs."
The dark haired girl scoffed, flipping her ponytail with a neat flick of her head. "My insults are quality and there is no bitch at McKinley who is as bad as I am. Present company excluded of course."
"Yeah, whatever. Petty insults are cute, but they best way to destroy a team is by taking down their best player."
"So I'm assuming whatever Blaine told you something worth sharing?" Quinn asked, leaning forward, a smirk gracing her lips.
"Ladies, it's about time we took down the New Directions for good."
Blaine hadn't gone to the football game. Instead, he spent his Friday night working on his homework and chatting with Sebastian over Skype, the two boys falling into their usual, easy conversations. Or they tried. Blaine noticed that Sebastian seemed distracted, looking around his room or at various items on his desk, instead of the computer screen.
"Hey, 'Bas, you okay? You seem a little preoccupied. I'm not keeping you from anything am I?"
"Oh, no! Don't worry about that," Sebastian grinned easily, running a hand though his already disheveled hair.
"If you're sure…" he trailed off, but the other boy's smile, slightly blurry thanks to the pixilated image, reassured Blaine. "So how was the game?"
"Great! I scored a few times if you know what I mean," he waggled his eyebrows suggestively, grin widening.
"Seriously?" Blaine said, laughing while a red flush stained his cheeks, by now used to the simple innuendos his friend slipped into daily conversation, but still slightly embarrassed by Sebastian's forwardness. "I wasn't asking about your sex life."
"Then what were you talking about school boy?" Sebastian countered easily.
"Lacrosse. You know, that sport you play for Dalton? You had a game yesterday, how'd it go?"
"Oh that," he rolled his eyes. "We won, naturally and I did score a few goals."
"Don't say it."
"Wasn't going to."
Silence fell between them again as Blaine tried to come up with a new topic to discuss. They had talked so frequently over the past few days that they knew what was going on in each other and the social circles they ran in.
"So…" Blaine started, a thoughtful expression on his face. "Are the Warblers performing at the Homecoming game again?"
Sebastian, who had been leafing through a binder full of sheet music, looked up. "Not sure yet, the council was going to inform us with their final decision this week. I actually wanted to talk to you about that."
"What the game?"
"Not quite," he chuckled. "Homecoming," he paused and took a deep breath, as if steeling himself to say something before he lost his nerve. "Will you be my date?"
"I— Wait what?" Blaine blinked, missing something.
"Blaine Anderson, I want to take you to Dalton's homecoming."
"I," he faltered, eyes downcast. "I don't think that is a good idea, Sebastian, we're friends now, but I still know who you are, your track record with guys is—"
"Less than admirable, yeah I know. Look, Blaine, I'm not going to hurt you." Blaine raised an eyebrow skeptically and Sebastian continued. "I know I have a reputation that isn't the best at Dalton but, when you went here, did I ever make you feel uncomfortable?"
He thought about this for a moment, then shook his head, "No, not unless you count flirting with me," a smiled tugged at the corner of his lips.
Sebastian scoffed, "I do that with everyone, gay or straight."
"Like Nick and Jeff," the curly haired boy laughed, throwing his head back.
"Only because their reactions are the best!" Sebastian was laughing now too, hand covering his mouth to muffle the sound.
"That is true, but I kept waiting for the day when you were going to flirt with Wes."
"Are you kidding me?" his eyes were wide. "Wes would probably shove his gavel up my—"
Blaine laughed again, "I get it, I get it!"
"Exactly! There are some lines that you just don't cross. So," he rested his arms on the desk in front of him, leaning closer to the computer monitor, face serious. "Come to Homecoming with me?"
The ex-Warbler nodded, "I'll go to yours if you come to mine."
Sebastian's green eyes widened in shock. "Are you sure? I mean, I'd love to, but I know what happened to you in middle school and you've been telling me how close minded McKinley is and I don't want a potential repeat for you."
"I have to get over that at one point of another, besides, I'm a senior, I should at least attend one Homecoming dance before I graduate."
"A group of high school students beat the living shit out of you."
"I'll be fine, fight club remember?" he winked.
"Hey, rule one," Sebastian pointed his finger at Blaine, chastising him with a grin.
"Oops, may bad. But We'll be fine, if any homophobic jock makes a snide comment or looks at us the wrong way, I give you permission to make the entire situation highly uncomfortable by making a lewd comment."
Smirking, he agreed. "All right fine. So, I'll call you tomorrow with the details about the dance?"
"Yeah, it sounds good. It's a week from tomorrow right?"
Sebastian nodded and leaned over, torso temporarily out of sight as he pulled a planner out of the bag next to his bed. "When's McKinley's?"
Blaine blinked, "Um, hold on, I'm not sure." He minimized his Skype screen and pulled up McKinley's school website, clicking around until he found the events calendar.
"You don't know when your own dance is? And you just asked me to it?" Sebastian's voice teased from the laptop's speakers. "Wow, Blaine, I didn't realize that you were so busy that something like a dance was trivial to you."
Blaine rolled his eyes and stuck out his tongue, forgetting that Sebastian could still see him. He flushed when he realized that he was still visible, Sebastian's laughter filling the room. "Shut up, I wasn't planning to go to any of the dances anyway" Blaine muttered to himself, then louder, "Found it! McKinley's dance is next weekend, the day after Dalton's. I'll buy you a ticket on Monday." He minimized the web page he was on and re-opened his Skype page, greeted once again by Sebastian's grinning face, "Sounds good."
"Wow, I'm actually going to a dance."
"Two dances," Sebastian corrected with a fond smile.
"Right, two dances," he laughed.
"Listen, I gotta go, my roommate will be back soon."
Blaine sighed, "Yeah, I better get to bed. Talk to you tomorrow?"
"Absolutely. Good night Blaine."
"Good night Sebastian," he gave the boy a smile that was returned and Blaine ended the chat, sighing sadly.
He shut the lid of his laptop and picked up his phone, tapping out a quick message. I'm actually really excited for next weekend.
He set his phone down and began getting ready his bed, stripping out of the clothes he wore to school and pulled on his pajama's, tossing his discarded clothes into the hamper inside his closet. When he had returned from the bathroom, face and teeth clean and hair combed, there was a response from Sebastian.
Easy there killer, you haven't even let me buy you dinner yet ;)
Shaking his head, Blaine turned off his lights and fell into bed, taking a moment plug his phone into the charger that lay on the floor nest to his nightstand, the cord snaking under the bed, plugged into the power strip that was hidden there. The screen lit up and vibrated briefly, causing him to squint in the bright light before it faded to black once more.
Blaine pulled up his conversation with Sebastian, still squinting and responded before putting his phone away and burrowing into his blankets and drifting off to sleep.
Get your head out of the gutter or you'll be going to homecoming alone.
By the time Monday morning arrived, Blaine didn't want to leave his bed, the cold October weather making him want to bury his face further into his pillow and wrap the blankets, but that wasn't something that was possible. So when his alarm clock went off at six-fifteen like it always did, Blaine dragged himself out of bed and practically sprinted to the bathroom, trying to turn the hot water in the shower on before he froze to death.
Forty-five minutes later, Blaine was downstairs, clean, dressed and seated at the table, enjoying a few pieces of buttered toast and a banana; judging by the two empty mugs, the bowl and plate sitting in the sink, both of his parents had already eaten and departed for work. He had just climbed into his car when his phone buzzed. His racing heat slowed down at the sight of the sender's name. It was Rachel.
Emergency meeting at lunch today, meet in the choir room!
Blaine shook his head and started the engine. Rachel probably wanted to discuss a set list for sectionals, something important, but not crucial and definitely not something worth having an "emergency meeting" over, but Rachel was always one for dramatic behavior, and it was best to attend then face her wrath.
He ended up being late to the meeting anyway. Blaine had been held back in his class before break, his teacher praising his latest essay on the economic issues facing the future of America, and hadn't had the chance to buy his and Sebastian's tickets to the dance. Not fearing Rachel's wrath as much as some of the other Glee club members, he braved the long line at lunch and arrived in the choir room with ten minutes left.
"Where have you been?" Rachel rounded on him. She was standing in front of the room with the rest of the members facing her eyes glazed over.
Blaine dropped his bag on the ground and slid into a chair next to Mercedes, "I had some stuff to do," he shrugged. "Lunch is kind of our time Rachel. We do have designated Glee Club time after school you know. I'm sorry that I couldn't be here sooner, but…" he trailed off and gave her his best impression of a kicked puppy.
She gave him a scathing look and huffed, arms crossed and turned to face the room as a whole. "As I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted," she glared, "I think that our set list should feature, me, I am after all the best vocalist we have and face it, we don't stand a chance if I don't take the lead." Rachel gave them a look that screamed I dare to you try and contradict me, which they didn't. For most of the club, this was their third year having to deal with Rachel and everyone except Santana, who seemingly thrived on confrontation, avoided riling up Rachel. However, the Latina was currently preoccupied, texting on her phone, completely ignoring the girl standing in front of them.
As Rachel began rattling off a list of songs she would like to perform, Mercedes leaned over and whispered in Blaine's ear. "Where were you? It's not like you to miss a meeting like this." She looked at him with none of the hostility Rachel had directed his way.
He shrugged, "I had stuff to do. It's not a big deal."
Mercedes narrowed her eyes, "I will find out and if you aren't telling me then I'll have to resort to drastic measures." Blaine simply grinned back and pretended to pay attention to Rachel, ignoring the looks Mercedes was giving him.
Blaine was able to ignore his friend until the bell rang, signaling the end of lunch. The Glee club collected their belongings and filed into the hallway one by one, each going in different directions, Mercedes following Blaine down the hall until they pair reached the staircase, she going upstairs for Math, he continuing to onto English, the one class he shared with Kurt.
Not that he kept track of that kind of thing.
As usual, Blaine took a seat in the middle of the second row, pulling out his notebook, the previous night's homework assignment from his binder, a pen and the novel they were currently discussing. He didn't even notice when someone set their stuff next to his as he was using the remaining minutes of the passing period to let Sebastian know that he had successfully purchased his ticket.
A hand slapped down on the desk in front of him. "You know that texting in class is against the rules right?"
Blaine jumped at the sudden sound, in one move, shoving his phone into the front pocket of his slacks and looking up to see Kurt's face smirking down at him, leaning against the table, his blue eyes sparkling like the Caribbean ocean water. His smirk widened as he gauged Blaine's reaction of immediate shock and guilt—no doubt thinking that Kurt had been their teacher— and fear, mixed with subtle hints of annoyance.
He lowered his gaze, roughly pulling his notebook toward him before yanking off the cap of his pen as Kurt moved into the desk to Blaine's right.
"So," Kurt started, looking at Blaine who was now engrossed in a doodle, visibly trying to avoid the Cheerio's gaze. "Can you can cover tomorrow and Thursday for tutoring this week?" Blaine continued to ignore him, but then after a moment of thought, decided that it would be better to not pretend like Kurt wasn't there; sure, Kurt and the other popular kids could torment Blaine all they wanted, but the curly haired boy was more worried about Coach Sylvester's reaction if she found out that her star was being ignored by his tutor.
He nodded stiffly, lips barely moving as her murmured, "Yeah, sure, I can be there," his eyes still trained on the page in front of him.
Unfortunately, the bell rang at that exact moment, signaling the start of class. The teacher instructed them to pass their homework forward, which they did with, the rustling of papers and backpacks filling the room. Under the pretext of turning and leaving over to collect the assignment's from the boy behind him, Kurt was able to whisper hotly in Blaine's ear, causing the shorter boy to shiver and drop the papers he was handing Anthony. The other boy swore and glared at Blaine before he bent over to gather up the fallen homework; Blaine didn't notice, too distracted by Kurt. "What was that cutie? I couldn't hear you."
He moved as he handed the girl in front of him their homework, but the smirk remained. For the rest of the period, Blaine kept his eyes focused attentively on their teacher or the book and notes in front of him, the whole time willing the blush creeping up his neck to recede. He's just messing with you, he kept telling himself. He just want to know that he's getting to you. Kurt's one of the cool kids, he does this kind of thing for fun. Don't let it get to you.
By chanting this over and over in his head, Blaine was able to make it through the lesson with little consequence and when the bell rang, he was the first one out the door and into the hall. It was only when he was seated in his next class, did he realize that he hadn't taken any notes or heard what their homework was.
Kurt was one of the last to leave the room and was immediately accosted by Quinn and Santana who each grabbed one of his arms and began dragging him down the hall, Brittany walking alongside them. All three of the girls had determined looks on their faces and Santana and Quinn openly glared at anyone who didn't move out of the foursome's way quickly enough.
Santana threw open the door to the girl's bathroom and Quinn yanked him inside the other two quickly following. Quinn, was giving warning looks to a group of sophomores who hastily dried their hands and almost sprinted for the door, pushing each other aside, not wanting to be the last one to exit. Once the door had shut and the footsteps had faded away, the blonde rounded on Kurt.
"What the hell was that?" she demanded. "You're dating Sam."
Kurt gave her the bitchiest glare he could muster and retorted with an equal amount of venom, "I have no idea what you're talking about."
"Oh, whatever Hummel," Santana cut in. "That whole stunt with Anderson in class just now, we all saw it. The look on your face clearly said that you wanted to jump his bones and have him bang your white ass." Quinn gave her a disproving look but didn't say anything, Santana wasn't known for her subtly and was never willing to apologize for her lewd comments.
"Seriously? That's what you want to talk about?" He rolled his eyes and turned to the mirror, smoothing out his wrinkled uniform. "I was messing with the kid, you know, tease him a little, have some fun? You guys do that all the time," he shrugged, looking at them reflected in the mirror, a single eyebrow arched as if daring them to deny it.
"Wait," Brittany said, confused. "So Sam is your Dolphin, does that make Blaine your unicorn?"
Kurt nodded, not quite sure where this was going, but he knew that it was best to just answer Brittany without asking too many questions. Um, yeah Britt, Blaine is my Unicorn." She beamed up at him and he smiled back weakly.
Santana rolled her eyes as well and snapped her fingers in Kurt's face. "Can we get back to the point? You and Anderson? This needs to stop. Now."
He shook his head and smiled a venomously sweet smile, one that would have most people running for the exits. "Dear Santana, sweet, sweet Santana. You've had your fun with the Glee club. Nearly three years in fact but the only thing you've been able to do is cause a little drama." Santana opened her mouth, a retort ready but Kurt held up a finger and continued. "And that drama hasn't done much except make their, excuse me, your team stronger. What you've done, it's like paper cuts; they hurt like a bitch at the beginning but after a few days, you don't even notice that they're there." Kurt turned from the mirror and leaned against the sink, his arms crossed. "I want to burn them. I want to leave scars that will remind them exactly where they stand in this school and if that means I have to befriend bowtie Blaine Anderson, then so be it. You girls have had your fun. It's my turn now; I get to do things my way and you ladies have no say in what that is."
Kurt strode past them and back into the hall without a backwards glance, his words still hanging in the air.
Quinn looked pleased as the door swung shut and looked to Santana who had a similar expression on her face. "At least we know he hasn't gone soft on us," she said finally.
Santana scoffed, "We'll see about that."
"Do you really think that he'll be able to get his grades up in time? Befriending Anderson to take down the New Directions is great, but he still has to learn something."
"He better, or I'm going to go all Lima Heights on his ass. We're winning the National Title."
Thursday afternoon had Kurt and Blaine seated once again on Kurt's bed, books open. The night before had been rather eventful; Kurt had done his homework with little interruption and Blaine had checked it over, correcting any mistakes. There were a few, but he was pleased with the progress in their short time together.
"She what happens when you apply yourself?" he had said.
Today's session was proceeding in a similar fashion and Blaine was beginning to get concerned. No more questions about his personal life were asked and Kurt's phone was silent and tucked away in a drawer; no texts from Sam, Santana or any of the other anyone else for that matter weren't being answered.
"Is everything okay?" Blaine finally asked tentatively, setting aside his mat homework.
"Hm? Everything is fine," answered Kurt, looking up. "Why?"
Blaine flushed, not sure how to proceed. Finally he decided that straightforward would be the best way to go. "You just seem more focused is all. Normally you act like you don't want me here," he paused then added quickly, "which is fine, I totally get that. You're practically being forced to get tutored by me. But days you're not acting like that you ask a lot of personal questions and I dunno, it's weird."
The other boy set his pen down and ran a hand through his hair, also blushing. "My dad found out about my grades. He told me that if I don't ace my quiz tomorrow, I can't go to the dance this weekend and I'm up for Homecoming King."
"Oh," Blaine nodded. "Well then, um, keep going I guess. Let me know if you need help."
Kurt looked back to his homework and silence fell again; occasionally, Kurt would ask a question or clarify something but all was quiet.
Without the numerous distractions, Kurt had finished his homework faster than usual and he was able to watch Blaine reading for a few minutes before the other boy noticed that he was being watched. "Um, all done?" he asked nervously, "No more questions or anything?"
The Cheerios stretched ignoring the question. He was now sprawled across his bed, his legs hanging off the end, arms thrown to his sides, on resting across Blaine's lap. Once satisfied, Kurt flipped over onto his stomach, looking up at Blaine, knees bent, ankles crossed. "I have a few questions, but about you."
Blaine scratched his head awkwardly, accidently displacing his hair from its gelled prison; the hair at the back of his head was now sticking out awkwardly, not fully stuck up, but not naturally resting against his scalp due to the massive amounts of product stiffly holding it up. "Um, I don't think that's a good idea. I should probably go." He moved to collect his books but Kurt's hand short out and grabbed his wrist.
"Come on Anderson," Kurt said rolling his eyes. "You know all about me and I know nothing about you. If we are going to be hanging out for the next few months while I get my grades up we should at least figure out things we both have in common. Having conversations about things other than homework will make the time go faster you know." Blaine mumbled something that Kurt couldn't hear as he yanked his had away. "What did you say? What that a 'yes Kurt, I completely agree with you. Let me think for a moment and I'll spill my deepest, darkest secrets to you.' Hmmmn?"
Blaine began to pack up his things, not looking at Kurt. "Look," he said as he zipped away a couple pens. "I know you don't give a damn about me and you shouldn't. You're just doing this so you're not kicked off the Cheerio's and lose your social status; I'm doing it so Sue Sylvester doesn't kill me. Let's just keep it simple shall we? We're different people Kurt and frankly, things go bad when lines are blurred; you're a popular cheerleader who has everyone eating out of his hand and I'm the nerdy kid who tries to avoid getting thrown into trashcans." He picked up his backpack and made to slide off the bed, "I have no qualms about our identities. Let's just get your grades up and go on with our lives shall we?"
"Oh my god Anderson, get the stick out of your ass." Kurt grabbed Blaine's wrist again, harder this time, preventing the other boy from leaving. "You make it sound like I'm Satan's child or something. I'm not a heartless bitch."
This made Blaine laugh, which he normally wouldn't have, given his company, but fear of offending anyone wasn't high on his list of priorities at the moment. "You are saying that you not a 'heartless bitch.' Seriously? Are you for real right now? You and your friends give me and my friends the dirtiest looks when we walk down the halls. Your boyfriend and his group of cronies periodically throw cups of ice cold slush and food coloring in our faces, for fun. Excuse me for not believing that you aren't a bitch Kurt Hummel. I know how much you hate being misunderstood."
Blaine made to leave again, but Kurt tightened his grip, not letting the other boy go. "Fine. Whatever, your right. About all of it, but please, help me out here, I am trying to be nice."
"Fine," he huffed, unshouldering his backpack and sliding back into a seated position against the headboard. "What do you want to know?"
The next few hours flew by and, for someone who didn't want to be there in the first place, Blaine was enjoying himself immensely. The two boys spent the time talking about music and musicals; they discussed Broadway shows they wish they could see if they lived in New York, which turns out to be the city where both boys want to go to college. Kurt to Parson's to study fashion, Blaine to Columbia to become a lawyer. They talked about the latest Vogue cover models, the Katy Perry/Russell Brand divorce, books, movies and fashion. Not once did the issue of mutual dislike come up and for a moment both boys were able to forget that on principle Kurt was supposed to despise Blaine's existence and that Blaine should fear for his life.
It was only when they were interrupted by Carole coming in and asking Blaine if he wanted to stay for dinner did they notice how much time had passed. The shorter boy politely declined the invitation, stating that his mother was expecting him and home and was probably worried due to the fact he hadn't called to let her know he would be late.
"Well, if you're going to stay, just let me know dear," she said before making her way back downstairs.
For the second time that evening, Blaine collected his things, and this time, Kurt didn't stop him. "So, good luck on your quiz tomorrow."
Kurt nodded, "Thanks. See you around on Monday?"
Blaine flushed, "Well, um, you might see me on Sunday. At the dance."
He looked to Kurt, who stood frozen to the spot, eyes widening as he processed the information. "You told me that Sebastian wasn't your boyfriend!" he said finally, with much enthusiasm.
"He's not!" Blaine flushed darker. "We're going together, as friends."
Kurt shot him a devilish look. "Uh-huh. Sure. Friends. Right. Good for you."
Rolling his eyes, Blaine walked out of the room, making his was down the stairs.
"Use protection," Kurt called after him gleefully.
I had originally planned to have both dances and the result of the Cheerio's plotting in this chapter, but the way things are panning out, they would work better as a separate chapter. My apologies if you were looking forward to that.
In case you don't follow me on Tumblr, I put out an alert that my updates won't be coming as often as I (and probably you guys) would like. For the first time since I started writing again, ideas have been coming very frequently and some of them I want to write before I forget them, thus my time will be split between a few different stories and with school in the middle of the semester, my time is even more limited.
For everything that I've been writing since the last update can be found on tumblr under my "stories/writing" sidebar link; included is cut scene from this story, a Klaine drabble and a few drabbles from the Daltonverse.
I also added a few more GIF sets to the inspiration post (also deleted some broken links), sidebar link titled "'The Playlist of Our Lives' Inspiration." Lastly, I have a character bio's sidebar link because there are many things that I am changing from canon. I also have short Character Bio's linked because I have strayed away from cannon and I don't want to cause confusion. They are under the "Character Bio's" tab and click the PLoOL link, also on Tumblr.
I was also considering making a masterpost of songs that have been used thus far (and be updated as I update here). What do you guys think? I know that there haven't been very many, but I have quite a few in mind and I would include performance songs as well, not just chapter titles.
Lastly, I am still looking for song suggestions! See previous chapters for more info, you guys have had enough of my rambling for one chapter!
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