Hello everyone! Thank you for checking out our new story, named for the song from the Wicked musical. This one is still pretty AU like our other, but we play around with canon events. This is sort of enemies to lovers, but it is Klaine endgame. The writing style is a little different in the fact that we did in through first person point of view, but it's mostly Kurt and Blaine. If there is a particular POV you would like to see, let us know and we will see what we can do. It will be around 30ish chapters and they will be posted on Tuesdays like normal unless something comes up. We may post more than one some weeks.

Warnings for:

Language, smut in later chapters, mild violence (nothing more than what's in the show), and slurs

Disclaimer:

We do not own glee or any music we may use. This is purely a fun hobby for us that we hope entertains people.

Chapter 1:

Mercedes:

"So, let me get this straight. You told your boyfriend that he could go on a date with his ex and you had zero problems with this?"

I watched my best guy friend as he propped his sports shoe-clad foot high on a bleacher and stretched his calves. He leaned over with ease and touched his toe. Damn, that white boy is flexible.

"Honestly, it's fine 'Cedes. I'm not a jealous person and I trust Chandler. Plus, look at me. He wouldn't give up this." He gestured down his body and smirked. Kurt Hummel was pretty hot (I even asked him out that one time before I knew he was gay. Not that I'm going to bring that up to him.) He seemed pretty sure of himself, but I had my own opinion about it.

"Ok, first of all, you need to chill. Just because you are a Cheerio now and getting a few more solos in glee club doesn't mean you can get all cocky. Second, I think you don't mind because you don't care about him that way."

Kurt rolled his eyes and switched legs. "Don't start that again. Of course I care about Chandler. He is my boyfriend after all. Why would I date him if I didn't like him that way?" He was avoiding my eyes, the way he did when he was trying to lie.

"Oh, I don't know." I said, placing my hands on my hips. "Maybe because he got asked out first by-"

Kurt glared at me, his blue eyes going icy. "Don't you dare say his name! He is Voldemort to me, Mercedes."

I just wanted to smack him upside his perfectly styled head sometimes. Although, his hair was really shiny lately. I need to ask him what shampoo and conditioner he uses. Not the time right now though.

"I'm just saying, if you don't really care about Chandler, you need to cut him loose before he gets his feelings hurt. I know you are not that heartless, boy."

Waving away my concern, Kurt sat down on the gym floor to stretch some more. He looked like he was going to argue with me some more, but we were interrupted by the slightly whiny voice of Chandler himself.

"Kurtie! Look at you, stretching like a good boy! You like my outfit I got when I went out with Keith? I got it for you. It's made out out boyfriend material." Winking cheekily at Kurt, (who rolled his damn eyes. I hate being right all the time) spun around to show off his red and black shirt and white jeans. "See! It's McKinley colors! Go, Titans!" He giggled at an annoyed-looking Kurt, who continued to stretch. I didn't understand why they were still together. Chandler obviously annoyed Kurt to no end and Chandler was always checking out other guys. They got along fine for the most part, but it seemed to be more of a close friendship than a romantic relationship. I knew when Kurt liked someone for real, and I just didn't see it with Chandler. Kurt twisted around to stretch his abdominal muscles as Chandler prattled on about his wonderful day with Keith. Well, he did until he walked in with a group of his football buddies. They were laughing loudly at some joke and shoving each other like boys tend to do for some reason. I looked over to Kurt and saw the flames behind his eyes before he jumped up with his fists clenched.

"Kurt Hummel, don't you dare."

It was too late. They had already locked eyes and were staring each other down. Chandler was still talking on about his trip to the mall when Kurt yanked him over and gave him a bruising kiss. Chandler moaned obnoxiously while Kurt just stared at Blaine Anderson across the gym.

I swear, I can't with these two.

I don't even know how their feud started, but I know it was early. Like, middle school early. They used to be best friends and have play dates all the time, but something happened. I heard one rumor that they both wanted to marry Prince Eric from The Little Mermaid and they couldn't agree. Another story is that Kurt borrowed one of Blaine's vintage bow ties and never returned it. Honestly, I don't think either of them remember what started it, but they hate each other's guts now. They would realize what a good couple they would be if they would stop being so dang stubborn.

My life would be much easier if I wasn't having to keep them from having to kill each other, but what do I know?

...

Blaine:

Oh, how adorable. He really thinks that swapping spit with that annoying little twerp would upset me? Please.

Okay, so I thought Chandler was kind of cute at first and even asked him out, but once the Ice King fucking stole him, I realized we weren't compatible. I sure as hell won't tell Hummel that though. Let him keep on making an idiot of himself until I find someone hotter to rub in his stupid face.

Kurt fucking Hummel.

He thinks he runs this school, but he would be incorrect. I do, along with the rest of the football team. Everyone worships us, including the administration. In fact, he was pretty much a nobody until he became a Cheerio. Being a part of the glee club definitely didn't help.

How is he still kissing Chandler? I guess the kid has a thing for annoying countertenors who taste like strawberry lip balm. (I only know that because he smothers himself in it all the time until his lips are all red and shiny. I'm pretty sure he bathes it it.) Although, Chandler does wink at me and give me cheesy pick up lines a lot.

An irritating crunching noise pulls me from my thoughts and I can smell a disgusting blend of chocolate and barbecue.

"Jeffery Sterling, please tell me you are not dipping those chips in Nutella?"

The goofy blonde who ate like a complete psychopath bounced right next to me.

"I'm hungry, Blainey. I need to carb load before the game tonight. Don't be a hater."

"You eat like a pot head, Sterling."

"Hey, leave me alone and worry about getting the stick out of your ass."

"The only one who wants a stick in their ass is you, Jeff. No homo." Nick had stated flatly.

Nick and Jeff stared at each other seriously for a moment and then laughed, Jeff spraying crumbs everywhere.

"Just kidding! Homo intended!" Nick said, smacking Jeff's ass hard.

I couldn't stop my eyes from rolling. They were seriously the most annoying couple.

"Seriously, Blaine. Stop worrying about Porcelain and have a snack." David was already trying to be his chill self and keep me from doing something dumb.

Hummel had finally stopped violating poor Kiehl's mouth and was trying to look super intimidating. Please, as if someone who thinks Lady Gaga is better than Katy Perry could take me. Katy rules.

Wes was already trying to get all the football players to get into groups and do warmups, but I knew I'd be fine. I was going to win anyway. I slipped away before Wes could dig his stupid gavel out (it was supposed to be a joke when we got it for him for Christmas. How were we supposed to know he would love it?) and saw that Hummel had continued stretching like I wasn't even there. His friend Mercedes was talking to Chandler, but she was eyeing me like I should be afraid or something.

I don't know why I get a sick satisfaction from picking on Hummel, but I do. It's like picking at a scab; you know you shouldn't, but you do it anyway. I just can't leave him alone.

"Damn, Hummel. What did poor Kiehl's face do to you for you to maul it like that?" I turned to Chandler, who was blushing of course. That boy did nothing but blush. He may have high blood pressure.

...

Kurt:

Blaine fucking Anderson.

What a creep! What an asshole! What a know-it-all jerk! Coming in here, with his stupid attractive face and his stupid friends who can say anything they want and get no consequences from it! He and Jeff and Nick all get to be out and proud and say stupid shit all the time and no one bats an eye. However, I still get slurs thrown at me and Chandler gets even worse since Coach Sylvester can't protect him from the bullies (most of them football players!) He thinks he owns this school, but if he weren't on the football team, he wouldn't be getting away with everything.

So yeah, when I have a small victory over him, I'm going to rub it in his face. Sure, Chandler gets on my nerves sometimes and maybe I don't feel that "thing" everyone says you should feel when I kiss him, but that's such a cliche anyway. Honestly, I'm doing Chandler a favor. I curb some of the bullying with my popularity, I'm fun to be around, have magnificent taste, and I'm a solid nine in the looks department (a ten of you like pear hips.) He could do worse.

Anderson swaggers over here to ruin my good mood and continue his role as the constant annoying presence in my life.

"Damn, Hummel. What did poor Kiehl's face do to you for you to maul it like that?" He was grinning and showing off perfectly straight, white teeth (asshole probably never had to have braces. His life was perfect like that.)

Mercedes shot me a warning glare. I pretended that I didn't see it.

I crossed my arms and gave him my patented bitch glare. "Fuck you, Anderson. He enjoys everything I give him."

I let my words drip with innuendo even though the most we have done is blowjobs. I'm better at it than Chandler. Anderson doesn't need to know. Let him think he's missing out on all kinds of kinky shit.

The Jerk was laughing. "No thanks, Porcelain. I don't fuck virgins." He winked at Chandler. "Nice try though."

I could feel the anger simmering just below the surface, ready to explode at any moment. If I wouldn't get expelled, I would punch his stupid smile right of his stupid face.

"Well, some of us actually enjoy being in relationships with someone longer than two minutes. We can't all risk STD's by screwing anything that moves. How has your dick not fallen off by now?"

He was smiling, but I saw the twitch in his hazel eyes. I allowed myself a smirk.

Just as he was ready to say something crude and tacky, we were all startled Coach Sylvester's bullhorn.

"As disgusting as your foreplay is, gentlemen, we have a game to prepare for! Oil Slick, get out of here and join the other meatheads. Porcelain, go finish your warm ups. I'm not afraid to have Becky get the fire hose! Let's go sloppy babies!"

As enjoyable as it was to see The Jerk tripping over himself to get away from Coach Sylvester, I knew I shouldn't linger either. I have actually seen the fire hose. I'm not risking it.

...

Blaine:

Everything about the games are loud. I loved it. Coach Beiste yelling at us, people screaming from the stands, the marching band music, and then when the Cheerios perform. Their routine is pretty good, I'll admit. I would enjoy it more if Hummel fell, but of course he hits every mark and doesn't falter. He just has to be perfect in every way.

We won, of course. The Titans used to be a joke until I joined (along with my friends.) We started winning and never stopped. The roar of the crowd was making my ears ring, especially when Puckerman smacked the top of my helmet happily. I saw him run over to all the other glee dweebs that were on the team and then they were joined by the Cheerios that were in glee. I honestly didn't get it. Yeah, singing is fun and all, but I don't understand why they tolerate all the humiliation that comes with it. Hummel had joined them, talking enthusiastically and smiling. He actually didn't look half bad when he was smiling. Too bad he's a giant asshole.

I see Burt Hummel reach his son and give him a big bear hug. Kurt smiled even wider as he hugs him back. Must be nice to have the perfect dad too.

Nick and Jeff pounce on me and ask if I want to go out for victory milkshakes (which is code for weed and milkshakes. Jeff might just kill us if there were no milkshakes.) My mood has gone sour for some reason, so I slap five with them and say next time. David is looking at me with his insane perception skills and I just shake my head. I can't do the "feelings talk" right now.

That's when I see him. I'm immediately transported back to a dark changing room, sweaty bodies, and seductive grey eyes. He smiles and waves a little from the stands. I almost walk away, but maybe I could use a little release. I smile back and jerk my head towards the parking lot. He nods, letting me know he understands.

...

I fisted my hands into his wavy hair as I felt myself come into his mouth. Why the hell did I cut him loose? He gave fantastic blowjobs. I heard him swallow it down as he stood, wiping his mouth. I watched him from where I was leaning against my car in the dark parking lot. People were starting to make their way to their cars, so I would have to wrap this up pretty quick.

"Need a little help?" I jerked my chin towards his crotch.

"Uh, no. I actually got off myself while I was blowing you. I just couldn't resist. You're so hot." Jeremiah was raking his eyes over my body. "Do you want to go to your house? Maybe clean up a little and spend some time together?"

Oh yeah, this was why. Jeremiah was clingy as hell.

I pushed myself off the car, pulling up my underwear and zipping up my pants.

"Listen Jer, I'm not really into the whole cuddle after sex thing. Or the relationship thing. I thought I made that pretty clear last time?"

Jeremiah was scowling and looking pretty hurt. "No, last time you just said, 'Nice. I gotta go' and then left! You never said anything about not wanting a relationship!"

He was yelling now and people were looking. I should have gone out with the guys. Raising my hands, I tried to speak in a calming voice like I saw on that wildlife documentary I was forced to watch after losing the remote.

"Look, I'm sorry I wasn't more clear, but I'm telling you now that I don't do boyfriends. Well, unless you want me to do your boyfriend." I laughed, but Jeremiah just looked pissed.

"You're a bastard, Blaine Anderson, and I regret sucking your dick!"

I heard a snort behind me. Of course. Hummel was unlocking his door with his dad right behind him. Mr. Hummel was shaking his head, probably glad that his kid still hadn't hit puberty yet so he wouldn't have to deal with his sex life. A throat being cleared reminded me that I was dealing with a situation.

"We've had fun, Jer, but I think we need to give each other some space. We want different things. You know where I'm at if you want to have a little more fun though." I said that last part with a wink and my get-out-of-trouble smile, but he wasn't having it.

"Goodbye, Blaine. You are a whore and a player and I hope I never see you again. Don't ever talk to me again." Jeremiah huffed and stormed off. Well, that could have gone better.

I heard muttering behind me and saw Mr. Hummel practically shoving his son into the car. He shook his head at me again and went to the drivers seat. I'm sure he was trying to do that parent "you are such a disappointment" look, but little did he know that that look stopped working on me a long time ago.

I knew I was a parental nightmare and the biggest disappointment of a son. Papa Hummel had nothing on my parents.

My car was too quiet, so I turned on my Katy Perry. I turned the volume up full blast and let the music swallow me up. I'm well aware that I was being a huge stereotype right at that moment, but I couldn't find it in myself to care. Usually I could brush off an encounter like that and go on about my day, but I just couldn't shake this feeling that had been eating at me all day. I usually can blame Jeff and Nick being obnoxious or Hummel being an ass, but I knew it wasn't that. I decided not to worry about it too much tonight. After all, I did just get a decent blowjob.

The music stayed loud all the way home and I sang along just as loud. I skipped all the slow songs and tapped my steering wheel along with the beat. Then I was home. Our house was huge, expensive, and dark. The yard spotlights were on and so was my bedroom light that I always left on so I could pretend that it was someone waiting on me to get home.

When I opened the front door and stepped out of my shoes, the quiet hit me like a brick to the face. Everything was pristine and dark and quiet. I hated the quiet. It just reminded me of all the things I didn't have. I decided to shower again even though I had one after the game before meeting up with Jeremiah.

Before getting into bed, I turned the tv on in my room. It didn't matter what was playing; I just didn't want to be alone with my thoughts. Thankfully I was so tired that I fell asleep pretty quick.

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