Chapter 8 – Mattress/Sectionals
Blaine and Kurt had the best Christmas break ever! They didn't see a lot of each other but the time they did spend together was treasured. They met up for dates before and after Christmas day, saw the other's families, swapped gifts and such. But now it was back to school with Sectionals on Friday. Turns out Kurt's gift to Blaine was a box of twelve bow ties, one with a theme for each month; October's had pumpkins and bats on it and December's had Christmas trees and snowmen.
Mr Schuester had sent them all a message, telling them to meet him in the choir room on Monday after school; apparently discussing musical numbers.
"Hey guys! Hope you all had a great Christmas break, but now it's Sectionals!" he cheered as they all settled on the hard plastic chairs.
"I will happily take all the solos Mr Schuester!" Rachel volunteered, Kurt didn't know how she made everybody wish they weren't in her presence after a minute and a half of being in the same room with her.
"Hell to the no! I want one!" Mercedes yelled from the back row. Soon the whole room was overtaken by pandemonium! Mr Schuester couldn't get a word in edgeways, and just had Rachel and Mercedes shouting at each other. Kurt and Santana began to film it all, and the rugby guys just sat and played games on their phones. Finn had slumped back in his chair, not wanting to get in the way of Rachel and a solo.
"Guys! I am going to choose who gets the solos. Now, I think we should do one solo and two group numbers. We're definitely doing Proud Mary, but the other's are undecided, now..." everyone was zoning out from their teacher's lecture, bored out of their mind and wanting to be home in bed. It was the first day back after all, why did high school have to be so demanding?
Also this week was the school photo's for the yearbook, and Kurt seriously didn't want to be in the Glee Club photo, but luckily, Sue sorted that out for him.
"Hey guys, I'm sorry to report that Glee Club don't get a photo in the year book. But don't worry, I am going to get us one of Sue's pages that will feature everyone's smiling face," Mr Schuester told them. He was met with a sea of groans and arguments.
"Rachel can just be in the photo to represent Glee Club, the rest of us don't need to be there," Quinn argued, and hurried out of the room, followed by her ex Cheerios and rugby players. Kurt dragged Blaine out of the choir room rapidly, not wanting to be in the awkward conversation.
"What was that all about baby?" Blaine asked Kurt, leaning against some lockers.
"We can't be in that photo. Every year the Glee club photo gets vandalised by the jocks and cheerleaders so we are just going to let Rachel in the photo as she's the one that's oblivious to it all," Kurt explained, hands on hips.
"So what if it gets vandalised? We are in Glee Club, surely we should be proud to represent it. And maybe this year it will be different, especially after that half-time show," Blaine countered, eyeing his boyfriend disapprovingly.
"It won't. And I am proud to represent Glee Club, just not exposed to a world of Neanderthals in a picture I'm not," he argued back.
"What's so bad about it Kurt? Are you telling me you're scared of them?" Blaine teased.
"I'm not scared of anything," Kurt snapped. "I just don't want a photo of me on display to this school. I don't want to be vandalised, Blaine!" Kurt huffed, storming down the corridor and out of sight, leaving his boyfriend against the lockers.
The rest of the day was swarmed with tension. Apparently, Blaine and Kurt weren't the only couple to argue over this photo. Mike and Brittany had had an argument, and so had Matt and Santana. Blaine had thought that Kurt had gotten over not being a Cheerio, but he was evidently wrong. He believed his boyfriend to be ashamed of his position in Glee Club, and boy was he right.
To his and everyone else's surprise, Kurt and his girls had appeared at lunch in their Cheerios uniforms once again.
"Why are you guys wearing those?" Puck queried, looking at Quinn suspiciously.
"We're back on the Cheerios," Kurt said simply, smirking at the boys. Blaine looked a mix of anger and disappointment. So much so he walked out of the cafeteria leaving his tray of food untouched.
"Coach Sylvester!" Blaine shouted when he saw the person he was after.
"Yes Mrs Porcelain?" she questioned, looking at the boy strangely.
"How come Kurt and the girls are back on Cheerio's?" he asked.
"They came to me and asked. To be honest I need them and they need me. Something about not wanting to be in the Glee photo," she explained. "Now if you'll excuse me, young Burt Reynolds, I see a fatty out of the corner of my eye that could use a good fat shaming," and she stalked off down the corridor, praying for the poor girl she was storming towards. Blaine was so angry at Kurt for doing this, he thought that Kurt had learned some self-respect; obviously not…
Kurt realised that Blaine had been distant since lunch and decided to confront him about it.
"Hey Blaine," Kurt greeted innocently, smiling at him.
"Hi," he mumbled in response, not making eye contact with his boyfriend, still annoyed.
"What's up with you today? You've been so distant. Have I done something wrong?" Kurt asked, worry filling his eyes.
"Yes actually," Blaine answered, not a hint of sympathy in his voice.
"Well can you tell me so I can fix it?" Kurt pleaded.
"Why did you rejoin the Cheerios? After everything Sue tried to do to you guys?" he questioned, glaring at Kurt.
"Is that what this is about? Me rejoining Cheerios? I thought you liked me being a cheerleader?" Kurt interrogated, scoffing harshly.
"I did. But I don't like the way Sue treats you, I want to be able to protect you from that sort of thing," Blaine reasoned.
"You're trying to protect me from my cheer coach? Yes I know she's a bitch-" Kurt started when Sue passed them in hallway.
"Thank you Porcelain," she thanked, then walked off down the stretch of linoleum.
"But she gives us a uniform that makes other people respect us," he finished.
"You earn respect Kurt, a uniform doesn't just give you it," Blaine argued.
"Well maybe so, but this one does," Kurt gestured to his bodice. "Believe it or not, I like being a Cheerio, and I like the way it makes me feel. I protect myself by wearing this, as I know how people can be towards me. I thought you of all people would understand that," Kurt defended, pointing to the letterman jacket Blaine was wearing.
"This is not about me Kurt, this is about you throwing away your self-respect in favour of being Coach Sylvester's slave. She works you day in, day out, hard. Sometimes I see you hardly breathing coz she makes you absolutely knackered from practice, it takes the fun out of it. I just don't want to see you like that anymore baby," Blaine comforted, stroking Kurt's forearm.
"I know she pushes us a little harder sometimes, but that's no different from you and Coach Beiste. She works you hard as well," Kurt argued.
"I know but, that's different. Don't take this the wrong way Kurt, but you're a cheerleader, not a sports star. You can't make a career out of it, and when you leave McKinley, you're going to grow out of that uniform and think of how it held you back," Blaine's voice started growing louder.
"You think being a Cheerio is holding me back? You think I don't know I can't make a career out of it? I'm making a high school career out of it, and maybe it's the unsupportive boyfriend holding me back," Kurt snapped, eyes growing dark with anger until they were no longer the beautiful glasz colour Blaine loved so much.
"I support you through everything Kurt! I supported you when we did that first duet together, I supported you when your Dad walked in on us, I supported you when you chose to go to Sue's Regionals, I supported you when you got drunk at school, I supported you through that wheelchair bake sale shit, I supported you through all of this business with Karofsky, through which I got injured and slushied, by the way. I support you through everything you choose Kurt, but not this. This is the complete wrong decision," he growled, gesturing to Kurt's uniform.
"You once told me I can make my own decisions," Kurt whispered, a stray tear leaving his eye.
"I know I did, but I didn't think you would fuck it up that badly," Blaine mumbled back.
"How's this for my own decision? We're done!" and Kurt ran down the hallway and in the direction of the gym. Blaine took a while to register everything that had happened and what Kurt had last said to him…
"God what have I done?" he wept, tears betraying him and began to streak down his face.
Kurt was on his way to his car when he ran into Rachel. Turns out she alone had gone for the Glee photo and the photographer apparently needed some actors for a commercial, which she had agreed to. Kurt tried to be happy, but just couldn't find the strength to be. Rachel had asked if he was okay, but just walked off in the direction of his car. Surely he had just messed up the best thing in his life?
The next day, Blaine woke to the sound of his alarm. His eyes red and puffy from the lack of sleep and amount of crying he had done since that fateful afternoon yesterday. He felt like his world was over and he couldn't breathe. His beautiful Kurt had broken up with him over a stupid uniform and he hated himself and everything he had said to the boy yesterday. How he just wished he could turn back time and not say anything he said and just be happy for Kurt rejoining the Cheerios. But he couldn't. And surely Kurt would never forgive him for it. But he just had to hope that it was just a nightmare and none of it had actually happened…
He arrived at school to a very excited Glee Club. Apparently Rachel had gotten them all cast in a commercial for a mattress store in the mall and would be shooting it that night. Blaine wasn't as excited as he could have been, but that beautiful boy with the chestnut coloured hair and glasz eyes was sat two rows in front of him, not even acknowledging him.
The whole day went sorta like that. They shared two classes together that day, English and Chemistry and boy was it awkward. One, they sit next to each other in English; Two, they are lab partners. Blaine was literally miserable for the whole day, he couldn't engage in conversation with his friends because he was too distracted, lunch was awkward because they share the same friendship group, but the worst thing was… Kurt seemed to carry on as if nothing had happened. He contemplated the thought that maybe nothing had happened and that it all happened in his head, or that Kurt was as miserable as he was but was just not showing it. Although Quinn kept sending him funny looks all day, so he obviously told her and the other two girls. Blaine didn't really want to tell the guys because he was embarrassed and ashamed of how he had acted towards Kurt; and after all, Kurt was friends with them all first, maybe they would hate him if they found out. Blaine just decided it would be best if he kept quiet and just nod along and join in conversation when necessary. In short it was the worst day ever.
After school, they all decided to meet up at the mattress store and get ready for the commercial shooting. They all met the director who was a big, ageing guy that seemed quite nice, with his brother in law who was the grumpy camera man and script writer. And to be frank, the script was awful…
Finn: "Ah me."
Mercedes: "What's wrong?"
Puck: "We just lost our jobs, at the factory."
Blaine: "We can't get a decent night's sleep."
Rachel: "Well don't worry! Come on down to mattress land where we have a variety of mattresses for you to choose from to suit your body and pocket book-"
"Excuse me, this script is wonderful but we're a Glee Club. We should perform," Rachel insisted.
"Perform the lines, how I wrote them," the grumpy camera man grumbled.
"Hang on a minute there kid. What did you have in mind?" the old guy enquired.
All: "Ba, ba ba, ba ba da, ba ba da da da. Ba, ba ba, ba ba ba, ba, da da da da."
Everyone began to pop up and down from behind, under and down the sides of the mattresses. It was actually quite insane.
Finn: "I get up, and nothing gets me down. You got it tough, I've seen the toughest around. And I know, baby just how you feel, you gotta roll with the punches to get to what's real."
Finn was trying to dance on a big mattress with Puck and Matt and Mike jumping around doing flips and tricks on the three mattresses either side of Finn.
Blaine: "Oh can't you see me standing here? I've got my back against the record machine. I ain't the worst that you've seen. (ain't the worst that you seen) Oh can't you see what I mean? (see what I mean.)"
Blaine was surrounded by the girls, Brittany and Santana were cartwheeling around him while he sang, and he swore he saw Kurt look over to him from the other side of the room.
Finn: "Might as well jump! Go ahead and jump! Jump! Go ahead and jump!"
Artie: "Oh can't you see me standing here? I've got my back against the record machine. I ain't the worst that you've seen. (ain't the worst that you seen) Oh can't you see what I mean? (see what I mean.)"
Artie held a sign up that read "Jump!" and he bopped it around in the air in time with the bass.
Finn: "Might as well jump! Go ahead and jump! Jump! Go ahead and jump!"
Mercedes: "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
Kurt and Mike began to do back flips in sync with each other, and Blaine couldn't help but stare at Kurt. He was damn amazing! Everyone ducked down again during the guitar solo Artie was playing on the side, and began to pop up and down again like at the beginning.
All: "Ba, ba ba, ba ba da, ba ba da da , ba ba, ba ba ba, ba, da da da da."
Finn: "Might as well jump! Go ahead and jump! Jump! Go ahead and jump! Ahhhhhhh!"
Finn ran down the slim middle parting of the mattresses and managed to do the Van Halen scream, and he seemed pretty proud of himself. While he was stood in the middle of the floor, everyone had settled down on a mattress, ready for their last line...
All: "Jump! Come on down to mattress land!"
The whole experience was amazing! Everyone was laughing and giggling and watching themselves back on the tape. The script guy had taken Rachel away to record the voice over, and they were all left dripping in sweat in these crappy blue pyjamas just enjoying the feeling of glee they were all sharing. They had finally done something as a team and were quite proud of themselves, if only everybody was at ease with each other…
"Hey," Blaine greeted Kurt after filming in the little makeshift dressing room.
"Hi," Kurt replied, not looking Blaine directly in his smouldering hazel eyes.
"Can we talk?" Blaine asked, hopeful.
"We are talking aren't we?" Kurt huffed.
"Please don't be like that Kurt," Blaine pleaded, taking a seat next to the beautiful boy and placing a hand on his knee. Kurt looked down briefly at Blaine's hand then looked back into the mirror.
"Be like what Blaine? I'm being myself," Kurt snapped.
"You're not. You're being bitchy, Kurt, and I don't like it," Blaine admitted.
"Thought I could make my own decisions of what I wanted to be like?" Kurt sneered. Blaine took Kurt's chin in his hand and tilted his head towards him so he could look him in the eye.
"I'm so sorry Kurt. For what I said and how I acted. You were right. You can make your own decisions and I should be supportive of them. Please forgive me," Blaine began to beg, his voice cracking with emotion. Kurt looked into his eyes and smiled slightly. He pulled down the collar of his pyjama shirt to reveal he was still wearing the chain that Blaine had gotten him for Christmas.
"I'm sorry too Blaine. I was being childish and immature. I forgot for a moment how lucky I was to have you and in that moment I blew it. I should never had said those things to you, or break up with you. I still love you Blaine… do you love me?" Kurt asked, his gorgeous eyes filling with unshed tears.
"Of course I still love you. I will never stop loving you baby. Even if we're miles apart and not together, I will always love you Kurt. Don't ever doubt that for a second," Blaine smiled, a tear trekking down his face. He took the beautiful boy into his arms and squeezed him tight, determined to never let him go. Blaine pressed his lips to Kurt's and kissed him gently. Not needing it to get heated or lustful, but just as an apology for being a jerk and needing this stunning boy in front of him. They pulled away and giggled at each other, resting their foreheads together.
"You sounded a bit like Whitney there, B," Kurt chuckled.
"Ah well, she's amazing, I'm amazing, what do you expect?" Blaine smirked, wiggling his eyebrows.
"Careful there tiger, you won't be able to get out of the door your head's that big," Kurt chortled, kissing Blaine quickly again.
"But you love my big head," Blaine pouted.
"Of course I do. Now we better get out there, the group is ready to go," Kurt told him, taking his hand in his own.
"By the way Kurt, your flipping was awesome," Blaine praised, kissing his boyfriend's cheek.
"I know," he answered, and they both burst into fits of giggles as they approached their friends who just looked happy to see them happy again.
It was the day of Sectionals. The New Directions would be leaving the school at 3 p.m and hopefully coming back with a Sectionals trophy. They were excused from classes all day so they could practise their set list, which they didn't know had been leaked by Coach Sue. Mercedes and Rachel had a sing off for the solo spot the previous day, and Mercedes won it fair and square, she was just the better 'Balladeer' as Rachel had put it. So their setlist was 'And I'm Telling You', from Dreamgirls, 'Proud Mary' by Tina Turner and their theme song 'Don't Stop Believing' by Journey. They were gonna kill this thing.
The group was surprised to find Mr Schue asleep on his office floor on a mattress, and they were also surprised to find a huge stack of now-twelve mattresses in the choir room. Rachel woke Mr Schuester up while the boys dismantled the unstable looking mattress tower. Finn found the note from the old guy from the mattress store and showed it to the others. Kurt saw Mr Schue looking tired and broken-down.
"What's up Mr Schuester?" Tina asked.
"Well-" he started, then Figgins came in and asked for Mr Schue to go to his office. The look on his face said that he knew what it was about. He left the group with Miss Pillsbury before leaving and made it clear that they would be practising all day.
He came back about an hour later, looking even more beaten down and slumped on the piano stool.
"Mr Schue? You okay?" Finn offered, looking worriedly at his teacher.
"I am not allowed to go to Sectionals with you," he told them. He was met with an array of arguments and disgruntlements asking why. "Because I slept on that mattress. If I had left it, we could have sent it back and the issue would be resolved. But this is my punishment," he explained, running his hands through his hair.
"Is this all because of that commercial we did?" Santana enquired.
"No, you guys weren't to know. And I saw the commercial and it was excellent, I'm so proud of you guys," Mr Schue answered, smiling.
"Who's gonna take us to Sectionals then?" Mike piped in.
"I'm hoping that Miss Pillsbury will take you?" Mr Schue asked the crazy red-head.
"Sure. Okay," she said excitedly. Everyone applauded and Mr Schue went and sat in his office, watching his kids practising their set list.
Three o clock came sooner than expected, and the kids made their way to the bus. Kurt took a seat next to Britt and waved out the window to their teacher who was waving them off and wishing them luck. He couldn't find Blaine anywhere…
"No we can't set off yet!" Kurt squealed.
"Why?" Rachel asked.
"I can't get a hold of Blaine, he's not picking up his phone," Kurt worried, thinking over possible and scary scenarios in his head.
"You guys get off, you'll be late. Don't worry Kurt, I'll find him," Mr Schue comforted, making Kurt was sat down before the bus took off. Mr Schuester ventured into school, the halls were deserted as it was the end of school. "Surely Blaine couldn't have forgotten about Sectionals?" he thought. He checked every classroom and the detention hall, then ventured onto the rugby field. He saw a couple of jocks lying around on the grass and tossing a ball between them. He asked one of them if they'd seen Blaine and they had no clue. It was like the kid just disappeared.
Mr Schue was about to venture into the gym but halted in his tracks when he heard sounds of discomfort coming from the locker rooms. As he walked down the tube the sounds were getting closer and louder and clearly more distressed. He swung the heavy door open and saw quite a sight before him; he saw Blaine tied to the boxing bag with a blindfold over his eyes, duct tape over his mouth, and bruises all over his face. There was also the smell of gasoline in the air, but hoped it was nothing. The teacher ran over to Blaine and pulled the cloth off his eyes. Blaine had two dark black eyes from where he'd been heavily punched and one of them was becoming deeply bloodshot. Mr Schue ripped the tape off his mouth and moved onto the knot around the bag.
"Thank you Mr Schue," Blaine spluttered out.
"What the hell happened in here B?" the teacher questioned, trying desperately to undo the knot
"Karofsky," he mumbled in response. "They cornered me when I was getting my costume out of my locker. Thought it would be funny for four guys to beat the shit out of the scrawny gay kid," Blaine spat viciously. "Turns out he did remember everything from that night at Breadstix and wanted pay back."
"Kurt is worried sick about you," Mr Schue said, finding something he could find to cut the knot.
"I heard my phone going off a few times but it's in my letterman jacket. Would you be able to get it for me, please?" Blaine pleaded, squirming against the burning heat of the rope around his hands, waist and back. Mr Schue groped around in the boy's jacket and found his phone for him. "Could you call Kurt?" he asked the teacher. The curly haired man found the boy's number and put it on speaker. The dial tone rang for a couple of rings when Kurt's desperate voice echoed through the empty locker room.
"Blaine Devon Anderson! Where are you? What the hell happened?" Kurt yelled through the phone, making the other boy cringe.
"I'm sorry baby, I got cornered by Karofsky and some other guys, did I miss the bus?" Blaine asked, trying not to sound as in pain as he was.
"What?! I swear down I am going to kill that bastard! Yes you did miss the bus but don't worry about that now! Where are you?!" Kurt whimpered, making the beat up boy teary.
"I'm in the locker room, they tied me to the punching bag and used me as one. Mr Schue's found me but can't get the knot undone from the rope," he explained.
"Thank God he found you. Are you badly hurt? I'm coming to get you," Kurt spoke through the phone, determination in his voice.
"Don't you dare! You are staying there, and taking my part in Don't Stop Believing, you are not coming for me. I have Mr Schuester with me and you are going to win at Sectionals, you hear me?" Blaine growled.
"Okay B, but I just want to know that you're okay," Kurt sobbed.
"I'm fine babe, promise. Just a little beaten up and bruised, but I'll be okay. And I'll be even better when I hear you singing on that stage and getting us a win. Okay?" Blaine comforted, smiling at the thought of Kurt singing his beautiful voice for the crowd to hear.
"Blaine I found something, separate your hands as much as you can," Mr Schue told him, and came out of Coach Beiste's office with a fire axe.
"Where the hell you get that from Schuester?" Blaine exclaimed, he could hear his boyfriend laughing on the other end of the phone. Mr Schue swung the axe down and snapped the rope, freeing Blaine's hands and body from the bag. Will helped him stand up and get his jacket on when he heard Kurt exclaim from the phone.
"Baby, you okay?" Blaine asked, worried.
"They're doing our songs! Someone has sneaked our setlist!"
"Sue!" Mr Schuester yelled and went running from the locker room.
"It'll be okay baby," Blaine crooned.
"No it won't! They've got our songs, Jane Addams are performing now and they've done 'And I'm Telling You' and are just getting wheelchair's out, doing 'Proud Mary'. What are we gonna do Blaine?" Kurt whispered.
"I've got an idea!" Blaine smiled, and limped out of the locker room, trying to find Sue's office through two black eyes was difficult.. He finally logged on to her computer and got some sheet music up. "What's Sue's password for the Cheerio's copier?" Blaine asked, hurriedly. He only had a certain amount of time to get the music and get to Sectionals.
"ThunderBolton69… capital T and capital B, no spaces… Don't ask," Kurt chuckled. Blaine got thirteen copies of each song, left a note for Mr Schue on his desk and went quickly to his car.
"I'm on my way..."
Turns out the Haverbrook School for the Deaf took 'Don't Stop Believing' and that was literally The New Direction's setlist gone. They had thirty minutes to come up with two songs and choreography. Blaine got to the arena quickly, he would probably be getting a few speeding tickets through the post but that's beside the point. He'd let Kurt know he was coming and hung the phone up, driving the quickest he had ever driven.
He limped through the door and found Miss Pillsbury in the entrance, shouting at the teacher's from the other schools. His eyes were really hurting, he was amazed that he had arrived safely.
"Miss P!" Blaine shouted.
"Oh thank goodness, Blaine! We were so worried. Will rung me to let me know you were coming, but we don't have any songs!" she told him, slightly hysterical. Blaine waved the sheet music in her face and grinned, before being led to The New Direction's green room.
Miss Pillsbury opened the door, and Blaine appeared quickly behind her, ignoring the massive pain in his leg and chest.
"Blaine!" he heard Kurt squeak and felt the soft, protective arms wrapped around him securely, kissing his face gently. "Oh my God, look at you. Your face, oh God," Kurt whimpered, leading him to the couch where everyone surrounded them.
"I'm gonna kill those bastards," he heard Puck growl, with Mike, Matt and Finn in agreement.
"I'm okay guys, really, just a bit achy. I've got us some songs," he smiled triumphantly passing the papers to Quinn to give out.
"Mike, Matt, Santana, Britt, we're gonna need some quick choreography to go with them," Blaine instructed.
"It's gonna be choppy," Mike said.
"That's good, we're best when we're loose. Now I'm sorry Mercedes, but this was the first song I could think of, and I think it's more Rachel," Blaine apologised. "And I figured she already knew the song."
"That's okay white boy, you did good just getting yourself here, never mind with music too," the girl grinned, and patted Rachel on the back.
"Of course I know this song," Rachel smiled, and hugged Blaine from behind.
"And I thought this would be a nice group number. We can organise it so there's a part for every couple? Thought that might be good? And Mercedes gets the jaw-dropping note at the end?" Blaine wondered aloud, getting waves of agreement and quick choreography lessons.
The lights flickered, and it was time to begin…
Rachel crushed her rendition of 'Don't Rain on My Parade' and it was time, the big group number!
All: "You can't always get what you want. You can't always get what you want. But if you try sometime, you just might find; you get what you need!"
The group began to sway gently then more vigorously as Finn stepped down for his part.
Finn: "I saw her today at the reception, a glass of wine in her hand. I knew she was gonna meet her connection, at her feet was a footloose man."
Finn was trying to dance again, and just ended up moving his feet in time with the beat and clicking his finger to the drum.
All: "You can't always get what you want. You can't always get what you want. But if you try sometime, you just might find; you get what you need!"
Quinn and Puck joined hands and span around each other gently as they sung their little part.
Quinn: "And I went down to the demonstration, to get my fair share of abuse."
Puck: "Singing we're gonna vent our frustration . If we don't we're gonna blow a 50-amp fuse!"
Girls: "Sing it to me now!"
Everyone joined up together in a big group for the chorus, and they could all see Miss Pillsbury holding the phone up to them, no doubt with Mr Schue on the other end of the phone.
All: "You can't always get what you want. You can't always get what you want. But if you try sometime, you just might find; you get what you need!"
Blaine picked Kurt up from the third step and spun with him gently before placing him on the floor for their part. They walked around each other playfully, Blaine more limping and grimacing, but his eyes never leaving the others.
Kurt: "I went down to the Chelsea drugstore, to get your prescription filled. I was standing in line with Mr. Jimmy, and man, did he look pretty ill."
Blaine: "We decided that we would have a soda, my favourite flavour cherry red. I sung my song to Mr. Jimmy, yeah and he said one word to me, and that was dead."
Girls: "I said to him."
The group began to sway vigorously again, this time in time with the beat, hoping they were making their teacher and chaperone proud.
All: "You can't always get what you want. You can't always get what you want. But if you try sometime, you just might find; you get what you need!"
Matt took Santana by the waist and held her in the air, spinning whilst singing their part. Coz they're just that good.
Santana: "I saw her today at the reception, in her glass was a bleeding man."
Matt: "She was practiced at the art of deception, well I could tell by her blood stained hands."
Britt/Mike: You can't always get what you want."
Puck/Quinn: You can't always get what you want."
Santana/Matt: "You can't always get what you want."
Tina/Artie: "You can't always get what you want."
Finn/Rachel: "No no, no no."
Blaine/Kurt: "You can't always get what you want."
They all managed to get in a triangular formation for the last part, raising arms up as they got to Mercedes' line.
All: But if you try sometime, you just might find; you get what you need. Get. What. You."
Mercedes: "Need!"
The group bowed their heads and rushed off stage as the curtains went down. There was whooping and cheering and excitement. They were abuzz with happiness and joy, and the thought that they might actually win this thing.
They had twenty five minutes to chill out while the judges made their decision, Kurt whipped Blaine off to the green room and got some ice packs for his eyes and leg as he could see him limping through the performance.
"Kurt I'm fine, really," Blaine argued, but one glare from his boyfriend shut him up and did as he was told. Kurt sat next to Blaine with his right leg up and two small ice packs on his eyes. He had a lumpy pack of frozen peas on his leg which made it weird to move.
"Stop fidgeting!" Kurt growled, swatting his boyfriend on the arm. Blaine pouted and got a laugh from Puck.
"You are so whipped dude," he chuckled.
"That's right Puckerman, I've got everyone whipped," Kurt sounded, gently checking Blaine's left eye.
"Scary Kurt," Mike chortled.
"You know it," Kurt grinned evilly. "So are you going to tell me what happened or am I gonna force it out of you?"
"I was just getting my costume out of my locker, and Karofsky and some others cornered me and started saying shit about you, they grabbed me and dragged me into the locker room. Tied me around the punching bag and kept hitting me for about five minutes when one of them got a lighter from their bag and emptied the gasoline around me. They probably would have lit it too if the bell hadn't gone to go home. Karofsky told me he remembered everything and wanted me to feel ten times worse than he did outside Breadstix... But honestly I am okay," Blaine explained, rubbing Kurt's arm and kissing him lightly.
"You scared me so much Blaine. You wouldn't pick up your phone and I had so many ideas going through my head. I felt like I couldn't breathe, my chest started hurting and I was so worried about you, you prick. Never put me through that again, please?" Kurt asked, hugging Blaine close to him.
"I will try not to," Blaine smirked, nuzzling Kurt with his nose. They got a round of awws from Miss Pillsbury and the girls and cat-calls and wolf whistles from the boys. Altogether, it had been a half decent day, now all they needed was this damn first place trophy…
The next day brought excitement to the Glee Club. They couldn't wait to tell Mr Schue about what happened at Sectionals. Kurt had driven Blaine to the hospital last night straight after Sectionals as he wanted to get Blaine sorted out. Turns out, he had a few broken ribs and a fractured leg which would explain the limping and immense pain he was trying to hide. They were told that the ribs would heal themselves and just to take it easy, but Blaine's whole leg had to be casted up and he was put in a wheelchair as he couldn't weight bare for a while. So Kurt pushed him into school and into the choir room. Everyone was asking him if he was okay and whether they were allowed to kill Karofsky yet (that one came from Puck) but altogether he felt fine except from the pain in his leg, which would heal in about six weeks anyway.
"Good job we had the week of wheelchairs huh? I don't know how you do it Artie," Blaine puffed, getting up one of the ramps.
"Skills my friend. You'll be used to it in no time," Artie smiled, clapping the rugby player on the back. They had decided to meet up in the choir room to show Mr Schue the trophy and hopefully get a song in that they had practised, he was going to be so happy.
"Well Mr Schue, it wasn't easy but..." Rachel started, and moved out of the way as Artie and Blaine wheeled forward with the trophy in hands. Mr Schue began to laugh and cheer along with them, hugging them all and congratulating them.
"Well done guys! I'm so proud of you! You had no set list, no competition, no chance in hell of winning; but you did. I think we owe Blaine Anderson a very special round of hugs and applause don't you?" Mr Schue cheered, hugging the boy in question tightly.
"Thank you Mr Schuester! If it wasn't for you I wouldn't have been able to get out of that gym in time so thank you," Blaine smiled, his heart swimming with love for this amazing teacher, and the amazing friends he had in this room with him.
"Now Mr Schue, since you weren't there in person, we put together a little number, just for you," Kurt announced, pointing to the band.
All: "La la la la la laa, la la la la laa, la la la la laa la, la la la la laa."
Rachel: "Guess this means you're sorry. You're standing at my door, guess this means you take back all you said before."
Mike and Matt had managed to incorporate some of the choreography from previous numbers, so they were all square dancing at the moment, from 'Last Name.'
Quinn: "Like how much you wanted, anyone but me, said you'd never come back, but here you are again."
Everyone had grabbed hold of each other and swayed back and forwards into each other from the 'Push It' number.
All: "Coz we belong together now yeah, forever united here, somehow yeah. You got a piece of me, and honestly, my life, would suck, without you."
Santana: "Maybe I was stupid for telling you goodbye, maybe I was wrong for trying to pick a fight."
Finn: "I know that I've got issues, but you're pretty messed up too."
Everyone had sat down on the steps of the choir room and began to move their top halves around in circles in time to the music.
Finn/Rachel: "Either way I found out, I'm nothing without you."
The girls had gone into the standing position with one-leg-across-the-front- pretending-to-be-knelt-on-a-table-pose, making Mr Schuester laugh, everyone could see the happy tears in his eyes.
All: "Coz we belong together now yeah, forever united here, somehow yeah. You got a piece of me, and honestly, my life, would suck, without you."
Kurt/Blaine: "Being with you, is so dysfunctional, I really shouldn't miss you, but I can't let you go, oh yeah."
All: "La la la la la laa, la la la la laa, la la la la laa la, la la la la laa. Coz we belong together now yeah, forever united here, somehow yeah. You got a piece of me, and honestly, my life, would suck, without you."
The girls did that squat and hit the thigh move from the 'Push It' number which made them all lose themselves a little bit.
All: "Coz we belong together now yeah, forever united here, somehow yeah. You got a piece of me, and honestly, my life, would suck, without you."
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