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. . . GLEE . . .

The Power of DVD
VITAMIN D

. . . GLEE . . .

Blaine was late.

It wasn't his fault, Ms Quinton had asked him to sign up to become a tutor — despite being a sophomore — and he'd had to fill out his information and then Ms Q had asked him to run a file over to Mr Haycock, who was head of the English department on the other side of the school from the Student Services block.

Only then did Blaine manage to get back to his dorm, have a shower (because he doubted he'd get time to have one before the McKinley game), get his outfit sorted them rushed over to Wes's dorm. And then he had forgotted the DVD's, so he'd had to run all the way back, fix his hair, grab the DVD's and then run back to Wes's.

"Sorry!" Blaine panted as he entered the dorm, Wes, David, Nick and Trent already there and waiting for him. He moved to put the DVD in Wes's TV. "I got caught up in—"

"Whatever," David said as he pressed play.

"A five, six, seven, eight! Step, turn, out, in. Step-ball-change, step-ball-change, step."

Wes looked horrified, "What are they doing?"

"Dancing?" Nick shrugged.

"That's not dancing," Trent laughed. "That's zombie-ancing."

Eyebrows were raised, but nothing was said.

"You, you, you, you. Ba, be, ba, da. Turn — what's up guys? Come on, you're sleep walking on me here! Give me some energy. We've got Sectionals in two weeks—"

"Pah-lease," Diva-Mercedes scoffed. "Sectionals is gonna be a breeze."

"Maybe so, but if we coast through Sectionals, we're gonna get killed at Regionals."

Wes — in full council mode — nodded in agreement, "True, we'd—" David looked at Wes, as if to say Leave me out of this. "—fine, I'd never let the Warblers slack off like that."

"Uh . . ." Blaine leant forward. "What's Kurt doing?"

The Warbler boys laughed as screen-Kurt ignored screen-Mr. Schue and continued looking intently on his phone.

"Maybe he got a text from you, Blainers," Nick smirked, poking Blaine in the side. "You sent an awful lot of them. It's possible some travelled through time."

"Why do I hang out with you guys again?"

No one had an answer, until screen-Kurt laughed, and they all focused back onto the TV.

"Sorry," Kurt had decency to look sheepish. "Funny YouTube. It's the grape stomping one."

"HA!" David — literally — lol'd. "I love that one!"

"Never seen it, never want to see it, shall we continue?" Blaine asked impatiently.

"Sorry, Blainers."

"Uh," Emma and Will were now on screen. "You've just got a little mustard in your cute, Kirk Douglas chin dimple."

"EW! Teacher romance!"

"Fast-forward! Fast-forward!"

"Immature losers," Blaine shook his head fondly. "No! Stop, I saw Kurt!"

Eyerolls were exchanged.

"—but they used competing against each other to make themselves even better."

"I don't understand how lightning is in competition with an above-ground swimming pool." Kurt asked, confused.

He looks so adorable when he's confused, Blaine thought, smiling.

"No, Blainers, he always looks adorable," David smirked.

Dammit! I said that out loud!

"Yes, you did."

Blaine sighed and turned his attention back to the screen.

"—guys on the left side, girls on the right side. Let's go!"

Wes nodded, "I like this idea. Compete against each other to— um, Kurt?"

Screen-Kurt moved towards the girl's side as Mr Schue stopped him.

"Why is he—?" Blaine asked no one in particular.

"Well," Nick said. "Our little Kurtsie obviously doesn't feel comfortable around the boys of the New Directions. Most of them were his former tormentors, and he has been rejected by them in the past. Kurt obviously feels much safer and comfortable around the girls, who accept him and understand him slightly more than the boys do. Also, his vocal range is much more suited for the songs the girls will choose from, and with Rachel and Kurt together there might even be a chance of getting some show tunes, but with the boys Kurt would most likely be ignored and have no say what-so-ever in costumes, choreography or song choice."

There was a respectful silence, in which the boys nodded as Nick's wisdom, until Trent pipped up.

"Blaine lost you at 'Kurtsie'."

"Where are we now?" Wes asked, confused as everyone began exiting the choir room.

"I dunno," David shrugged. "Just go with it."

Dear Journal,

"Oh, it's Sue!"

Feeling listless again today. It began at dawn, when I tried to make a smoothie out of beef bones, breaking my juicer.

"Um . . ."

And then at Cheerios practice, disaster . . .

It was unmistakable. It was like spotting the first spark on the Hindenburg. A quiver!

"Big deal . . . ?"

That quiver will lose us Nationals. And without a championship, I'll lose my endorsements. And without those endorsements, I won't be able to buy my hovercraft.

"No fair! If Sue gets one, I want one too."

"I highly doubt she'll be getting a hovercraft any time soon, David," Blaine laughed.

GLEE CLUB.

"Yay!"

"No, they're our competition!"

"Oh, sorry. Boo?"

Every time I try to destroy that clutch of scab-eating mouth breathers, it only comes back stronger like some sexually ambiguous horror movie villain. Here I am, about to turn 30,

"30?"

"It's Sue."

and I've sacrificed everything, only to be Shanghaied by the bi-curious machinations of a cabal of doughy misshapen teens.

Am I missing something, Journal?

"Your sanity?"

Is it me? Of course it's not me. It's Will Schuester. What is it about him, Journal? Is it the arrogant smirk? Is it the store-bought home perm? You know, Journal, I noticed something yesterday . . . Of course, it's coming clear to me now. If I can't destroy the club, I'll have to destroy the man!

Silence. Sue Sylvester could do that.

"He's drooling," Kurt announced, as Finn slowly awoke from his sleep.

"Yes, we know Blaine's drooling, Kurt. You do that to him."

Blaine sighed, "Seriously, guys. Would you please, just stop, okay? I like Kurt, yes, he's amazing, and one of the only people I know who I can talk 'gay' with, but he's not ready for a relationship, and neither am I. We hardly know each other!"

"Puck, with respect, you're more helpful when you don't contribute." Artie told Puck as Kurt looked closer at a drowsy Finn.

"Fine," Wes said, turning to look as Blaine. "Favourite colour?"

"Pastels," Blaine answered almost immediately. "Because they go with almost everything, and his mum liked to wear pastel sun dresses."

"Address?"

"415 Whitman Avenue, Lima."

"Birthday?"

"May 27th, 1993."

"Favourite musical?"

"Tie between Wicked and Evita."

"Favourite TV show?"

"Grey's Anatomy."

"You know enough, Blaine."

"Hey, guys!"

"Whoa!" David actually flew back on the swivel chair. "Someone's had a bit too much coffee."

"No, Terri Schuester gave him some pills, as she's the new school nurse, because she's trying to keep an eye on Mr. Schue and Emma." Wes informed them, the only one who had not bothered to interrogate Blaine.

"Oh, thank, Wes."

"God it's a beautiful day let's run through the number I can't wait to do the number I'm just so ready and excited are you guys stand up come on let's get this joint jumping!" Finn was actually, seriously in need of chilling the hell down.

"Has your soul been taken over by caffeinated space aliens?"

A rumble of laugher rang around the dorm.

"No! Just a visit to the school nurse! Got this great vitamin I feel fantastic! I can't wait to do the number let's do the number and then afterwards we can build a house for Habitat for Humanity!"

"What kinda vitamin?" Puck asked, interested.

"Vitamin-C? Vogue magazine—"

"Of course, Kurt."

"—says that it boosts energy levels and brightens the complexion."

Finn shook his head. "Vitamin-D. And I got you guys some!"

"This could be dangerous . . ."

This ain't a song for the broken hearted,

"Look at his face!"

Even Blaine had to snicker at the New Direction boy's, even Kurt, who looked seriously doped up on this 'Vitamin-D' stuff. Then Blaine got an idea.

No silent prayer for the faith departed,
And I ain't gonna be just a face in the crowd,
You're gonna hear my voice when I shout it out aloud.

hey, Kurt? -B

"Oh, my— ha!"

hey, Blaine ~K

what do you know about vitamin d? miss suton asked me to research it and I can't be bothered :P -B

There was a terse pause, broken only by the laughter of the boys.

It's my life!

It's now or never,

I ain't gonna live forever,

I just wanna live while I'm alive,
It's my life!

mr schue now classes them as performance-inducing drugs and they are forbidden at mckinley. long story. i don't know much more, sorry ~K

These are my confessions

Just when I thought I said all I can say
My chick on the side said she got one on the way

These are my confessions

If I'm gonna tell it then I gotta tell it all
Damn near cried when I got that phone call
I'm so gone and I don't know what to do
But to give you part 2 of my

Tell me more? -B

You better stand tall
When they're calling you out
Don't bend, don't break
Baby, don't back down

These are my confessions

"Look at them!"

"Ha!"

It's now or never
I ain't gonna live forever

(These are my confessions)

mrs schue became the school nurse to find out if mr schue was cheating on her with ms pilsbury and she gave finn some tablets and we all took them for a girls vs boys comp. ended badly ~K

I just wanna live while I'm alive

(It's my life)

long message is long -B

Just when I thought I said all I can say
My chick on the side said she got one on the way

:) see you at the game tonight? ~K

(These are my confessions)

I just wanna live while I'm alive!

you bet! -B

It's my life!

"Oh my god!" Nick yelled, clutching Wes' pillow and falling to the floor. "That. Was. Hilarious!"

David snickered, recovering himself from where he was lying underneath the bed, "You're telling me! Did you see Finn's face? Geez, I thought I was gonna die!"

"Is it over?" Trent asked from the bathroom, having run in there, unable to cope with the second-hand embarrassment. "Can I come back in without heart-failure?"

"Well," Wes said. "I think Blaine's already has heart-failure, so you should be good."

Blaine ignored Wesley as Trent exited the bathroom, one hand covering his eyes, just in case, as Nick turned his attention to the screen, scowling, "Ew, adult-drama. Fast-forward."

"Nick," Blaine said, testily. "We can't just keep fast-forwarding every episode."

"Yeah, Nickolas," said David, "we might miss Kurtsie walking down the hall. And that would be tragic, wouldn't it, Blainers?"

David was ignored.

"Fast-forward!"

"Okay, okay!"

"STOP! I see Kurt!"

Eyes were rolled.

"—did they d-d-do it?" Tina asked, before the camera turned to Kurt entering the choir room.

"Oh, god, he's got hearts in his eyes!"

"The real question is, what were they on? Though I've been grouped with the boys, my allegiance still remains with you ladies."

"Kurt, you traitor!" David covered his heart with his hand, gasping as Nick looked scandalized.

"—They declined my offer to do their hair in cornrows, and all my artistic decisions have been derided as too costly because they involve several varieties of exotic bird feathers."

"I'd wear it."

"You'd wear anything Kurt told you to, Blaine, even if it were a limited edition potato sack with a twenty-for-one discount on fleas."

"We all took something."

"Okay, Kurt's over, fast-forward," said Blaine, not even bothering to feel embarrassed as Trent reached for the remote.

The screen flitted from Rachel and Finn, too Mr and Mrs Schue, to the nurses office to—

"Kurt!"

"Blaine, chill."

Trent paused the screen on the girls — lined up in two rows on the risers in a variety of yellow dresses with embarrassingly huge smiles on their faces — and then re-winded it slowly until the image stayed on the boys.

"Um . . ." Wes raised his eyebrows. "Why is Kurt wearing sunglasses inside?"

Blaine shrugged as Trent fast-forwarded it through the end.

"Well, I'm never taking drugs," David announced as the screen turned black.

"Who's up for another one?" Nick asked, as he took the remote from Trent to open the next file on the TV screen.

"Sure," said Blaine, adjusting his position on his bean-bag. "But make it quick, I'm going to McKinley with the real Kurt in an hour or two."

Wes turned to Blaine with a critical eye, "Why? Spying, are we?"

"No, big drama with the football team. I'm coming with Kurt to support Finn."

"Whatever," Nick shrugged as he pressed play.

. . . GLEE . . .

Okay . . . yes, well, hello there. You may of forgotten me in my far-to-long absence. I'm Emily, and I'm a horrible person. And I shall fill you in on my life . . .

1. I thank you all for your prayers and well-wishes, but my Pop passed away. In hospital, we were there with him, but, y'know. It was hard, dealing with a death at 13.

2. I turned 13. Yay! :)

3. I've graduated primary school. Yay! :)

4. I have just recently snapped my collar bone in half. My typing has been restricted due to this, so I am sorry.

5. I have recently discovered tumblr, so blame that website for making you wait so long.

6. Season 3. ARRRRRRRGHGHGHGHGH *dead*

7. I've recently just been through a dark time, with my pop's death, and . . . things I won't talk about, I took to self-harming for a few months. Cutting helped, but I'm over it now. I'll bear the scars, and I thank everyone who knew and who helped :)

Done :)

Now, I have plans to introduce the entire Warbler-clan into watching the videos, would you be opposed to that?

I thank you all for sticking with me, and waiting patiently for an update. I will TRY to update quicker, but, to be honest, season one is kind of boring for me. I can't wait to get onto season 2, and, yes, the Warblers will be watching season3 without Blainers.

Like it? Hate it? Review it!

~Emily

EDIT: I just exited this file (finished) and was like "I'm done now, I'll just delete the shortcut on my desktop and upload it" but the short-cut on my desktop was actually THE FILE and I deleted the file and I was like: . I then proceeded to scour my recycling bin until I found it. Phew. :)