This chapter is dedicated to all fellow Nerdfighters. If you don't know what I'm talking about, you have some Youtubing to do.

So this is a little... different. I don't know if anybody will like it or hate it or what. This is why you should... bum bum baa... review!


"Blaine?" Wes asked, putting a hand on his shoulder as he walked with Blaine through the crowded Dalton corridor on their way to Warbler's practice. "You alright?"

Blaine moaned, brushing his hand off his uniform clad shoulder. He pushed his rather stunning, bright pink glasses up on his face with a finger so the huge thing wouldn't slide off as he turned his head to the Wes standing beside him. "Of course I'm fine. Why would you think anything else?"

Wes gave him an are-you-freaking-kidding-me? look while Blaine tried to look offended, failing miserably. He didn't have enough energy to give it a good try.

"Well, for starters you haven't taken those glasses off all day and you've been carrying around an empty coffee cup for two hours now." Wes said, glaring at the cup clutched in Blaine's hand.

"How do you know it's empty?" Blaine said defensively, holding the cup to his chest like Wes had just offended the inanimate object.

Wes groaned, ripping the Styrofoam cup out of Blaine's hands with a distinct lack of effort to pull back on Blaine's part. He tore the plastic top off and tipped the cup upside-down, only to find nothing to come out. "That's how."

Blaine puckered his lip unconsciously like a sad puppy dog, not objecting as the boy next to him tossed the empty cup into a trash can conveniently located across the hall. "So I'm too lazy to throw out a stupid cup, what does this prove?"

"Blaine, I pay attention too these things. You drink coffee in the morning with Kurt, believe me, it's all I ever hear," Wes said before he started mocking Blaine in a voice far too high pitched for it to sound like him, "Oh, Kurt and I went to coo-fffee this morning and he asked me to be his boyyy-friendd.

"But, anyway, you and Kurt had this freaky ritual and suddenly you went to coffee by yourself at the school's cafeteria? And then you carry it around like some sacred teddy bear? Somethings up, I do beleive. I bet you won't even jump on any furniture at practice. In fact, I'm willing to make a bet you don't have enough positive energy in that short and scrawny body of yours to even sing any song that isn't by Green Day or some song about either suicide or heartbreak." Wes went on, watching Blaine stick his hands in his pants pockets because he didn't a coffee cup to clutch any longer.

"I don't jump on furniture," Blaine whispered, but Wes paid no attention to the lies.

"So, tell me, Blaine, something happened with Kurt and I'd like to know what exactly." Wes proposed, looking awfully business-like.

"Nothing," Blaine whined, dragging his feet. Wes raised an eyebrow and continued to pester him with, "Tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me."

"Nothing!" Blaine shouted in protest, pushing open the doors to the room where Warbler's practice was held. "You're just too quick to come to conclusions!"

Wes shook his head, following him into the room, whispering, "Hurt words, Blaine," sarcastically. Everyone was too busy talking amongst themselves to notice Blaine's dramatic entrance, which he was thankful for due to the nasty looks he would of gotten for that one.

Wes walked off to his fellow council members, looking a little to proud every time he got up in front of everyone. He went through the normal ritual: banging his gavel on the desk, yelling for attention as he started going over possible song selections, reading lyrics in a monotone voice. Honestly, Blaine was glad they didn't have to do much actual singing or dancing (or more or less swaying), because as much as he hated to admit Wes to be right, but he didn't have near enough positive energy to do something like, say, move.

Blaine fell onto one leather couches with various Warbler's of no significant importance to him. He put his bag in his lap, and attempted to listen to Wes saying the lyrics to some song he couldn't recognize from the radio in Wes's standard lyric-reading, expressionless voice. It was sometimes funny to listen to him announce random, rhyming words in his tedious tone, but Blaine couldn't pay attention to the words with all the thoughts bouncing rapidly through his head.

He bit his lip when he unintentionally spotted the boy on the other side of the room, sitting on the floor unlike the other Warblers, his knees pulled up to his chest as he was deeply entranced in his already-perfect nails. Kurt stroked over his fingernails on one hand with the other, looking at them as though there was something terribly wrong with them. Blaine wasn't accustomed to nail care and whatnot, but he figured he'd broke a nail or something, Blaine did it all the time but with no real despair afterwords.

That boy had been avoiding Blaine, or so it seemed. Sure, it was hard to talk to someone when you only have one class together, but in that class he stayed well hidden in the far front of the room where no one dare go. The worst part was the fact that he hadn't gone to ritualized coffee with Kurt this morning, but was reduced to a lonely trip to the school's lame coffee. You'd think with the budget here they'd at least be able to afford fairly decent coffee but no. They had to spend their money on things like textbooks and maintaining dorms.

Anyway, straying away from the school's budget, Kurt hadn't called his this morning like always, nor had he talked to him all day. He had to be purposely avoiding Blaine. Blaine would know: when someone says they need to start over, they often take themselves a little to seriously, and weeks later when you get the guts to confront them, they'll act like they're meeting you for the first time. Blaine had some extremely crappy friends way back when at public school, all who couldn't bother to maintain a healthy relationship with anyone but a TV screen.

It was suddenly, when everyone's hand aside from Blaine, Kurt, and two other boys hand flew up, that Blaine's world ended. The moment it all happened, of course, he just jumped a little, confused, had he not listened to a word Wes had said. The words that followed, from Wes's smug face, were, "Since we like the lyrics, shall we here Blaine sing it or what?"

No one did some weird cheer thing, like they would in a normal public school, but instead nodded their heads in agreement. Blaine stood up, walking over to Wes's official podium where he sat with David and Thad by his shoulders like this was court. Both Wes and David were impossibly smug, whereas Thad looked sort of left out, like always.

When he walked up, David shoved some sheet music into Blaine's hand, and Blaine knew there had to be something very, very bad if David had something to do with it. Wes smirked, whispering, "Blaine, you have to listen in these sessions! I was waiting for your horrified expression when I was reading the lyrics, but you were so zoned out you didn't even react!"

Blaine looked down at the title of the sheet music, groaning, "You have got to be kidding me. Is this even a real song?"

Wes nodded, his head bopping up and down so fast you'd swear he was on a diet of Skittles. "Yes, yes! David picked it out!"

Well, then, I'll have to kill David later, Blaine was tempted to say. In fact, he was tempted to kill David right there and then. "This isn't a real song! You guys are freaking kidding me!" He shouted, the entire room listening, hopefully agreeing.

"Blaine!" Wes hissed, still smug, "No bad words! You know what freak is a substitute word for!"

God, that boy was more annoying then your average two year old.

Blaine groaned, rooting himself in front of the room to sing, now regretting for the first time his role as lead soloist. He could probably go off about how he had too many solos, but he doubted they'd stick with this song for longer then today, or that Wes would let him protest. How could any sane person vote on this? This must be some agreed joke on Blaine.

"Wes," He whispered, his back to him, "This is a duet. And it has a female part. We can't sing it."

Blaine regretted saying it immediately after, Wes shouting, "Kurt! Countertenor! You sing, now!"

Kurt did this thing where he blinked a couple times, his eyelashes fluttering a couple times but he looked so annoyed he could easily politely walk over and slap either Blaine or Wes in the face, whoever he felt he needed to blame for this. He walked up, standing behind Blaine so he could see the music, and immediately cringed, being it didn't seem like he had been listening, either. "You- I- I can't sing this song- I mean- this isn't a song!"

Wes shook his head, "Screw officialness, just sing it or I'm banning the both of you of solos."

Never did Blaine expect to hear those words escape the Head Council Member's mouth, 'screw officialness.' This really was the end.

Blaine held the sheet music in front of his face so his voice wasn't too loud, but in the silent room they could all make it out. Blaine regretted every word that came out of his mouth, trying to build up the courage to throw the sheet music on the ground and stomp on it.

The hidden moon is rising over
Forks Washington.
And suddenly you shied away from my body's warmth.
My muscles are hard as I can make 'em,
But that's not enough for you.
You want me to be cold and hard
Like a moving marble statue.

Maybe this song was symbolic. Blaine always thought his relationship with Kurt was a bad romance movie, so why not Twilight? That movie was terrible.

The only thing that you think you need.
Is the one thing that I can never be.

Blaine wanted to stop and take a deep breath, but he couldn't, because he was attempting to sing this song.

You don't love me 'cause I'm not
Edward Cullen
I can wear sparkly makeup and act all brave and sullen.
But you can't help but realize,
These are golden contacts in my eyes.
So you think you can't be the one and only girl for me.

Kurt paused for a minute, fully aware it was now turn for his solo. He cringed, talking the lyrics:

Only one man can protect me from harm.
Plus a hundred years of investment made him richer than God.
For a century he saved his virginity for me.
And I know all about that girl you scored within 2003.

As both Kurt and Blaine looked mortified, most of the kids had started holding back laughter at 'Edward Cullen,' and were now screaming with laughter. Kurt didn't continue his solo, or at least the lyrics he was speaking with a raised eyebrow, he instead ripped the five pages held in Blaine's hands. He threw them at Wes before walking back over to where he was sitting. "I'd storm out, but I know that was just a joke and that's what your expecting from me."

Whoa. Kurt really had jerks all figured out.

Blaine shoved his hands in his pocket, walking back, trying to look like he was ferociously annoyed, but his mind was somewhere else: mostly in a land where Blaine could put craft glitter on his uniform and get Kurt. He knew it would never work, but he couldn't help but wonder.

"You guys can't even take a joke! Calm down!" David shouted. Most of the boys had stopped laughed, but Wes was throwing it full drama-queen, his face in his shoulder, snorting like there was no tomorrow. Kurt went back to being in la-la land with his nails, even though he looked kind of mad.

"We can take a joke," Blaine protested, "But that's not a joke. That's just you two being jerks and us having to put up with it."

"Whatever..." David singsonged, nudging Wes with his elbow so they could move on to bigger, more important things then teasing Kurt and Blaine.

Blaine didn't listen for the remainder of practice, and Wes didn't call him up to sing anything, even the normal songs. He was in a mad cross between being infuriated and sorry for himself. Killing both Wes and David didn't seem to sound terrible at the moment, but he was almost, deep down thankful that they had forced Kurt to stand but an inch away from him, almost breathing on his neck so he could see the sheet music in his hand. But the sad thing was that it wasn't very nice to stand so close to him when Kurt was fuming over Wes and David's annoying tendencies. Kurt hadn't been the slightest bit thankful for Blaine's presence.

Maybe Kurt would like him more if he was Edward Cullen.


Disclaimer: You guessed it! Glee isn't mine. Not is Twilight and it's characters, and 'I'm Not Edward Cullen' is owned by Hank Green because I'm not cool enough to write a song like that.

Disclaimer? At the bottom? I know, I've gone insane.

I don't have much to say other then I hope you liked it. *cue cute smiley face and five year old in pink frilly dress and blond pigtails holding flowers*

Review! I love it when you do that!