"Come on, ladies!" Sue screeched. "Sprint the last five laps then get into your stunt groups!"
Blaine exhaled roughly as he struggled to complete his running drill. He had joined the team after glee club was disbanded, but didn't realize how out of shape he was until he actually had to perform.
Well, there was that, and the fact that he felt like collapsing at any second. He hadn't been able to eat at lunch, due to his troublesome stomachache that had lingered since after dinner the night before. So, Blaine was running on adrenaline and the motivation of getting to go home in two hours. Just two hours…
"Anderson, pick up the pace!" Sue bellowed through her megaphone, even though there was truly no need for one. Blaine struggled to maintain the same speed as the rest of the group, as his nausea grew more intense. Tina tried to encourage him as she jogged past him, but her efforts were futile. Blaine was simply too sick to keep up.
He somehow got through another lap and a half before his legs started to feel like jelly. Blaine stumbled off to the corner of the humid gymnasium to the big trash bin, involuntarily heaving. He heard Tina come up behind him, but it took several seconds of catching his breath (only to choke again) that he was able to speak to her.
"Go finish," he insisted. "You'll get punished, too."
"Cohen-Chang, two extra laps for stopping!" Sue announced. "Anderson, stop with the drama and backspot Courtney!"
Blaine moaned at the thought of having to practice their routine full-out. He and Tina had joined the team late in the season, so they were already behind.
"Coach, he's too sick!" Tina tried to explain as Blaine doubled over the bin again. In the moment, he was grateful for her, but knew in the back of his mind that he would regret it later, when Sue dealt with them.
"Ladies, if you're not in your proper formations in thirty seconds then you're off my team!"
Tina turned around and looked at Blaine, as if non-verbally trying to make a decision together. She hurried off, then, leaving Blaine alone and still wanting to be sick again.
"Coming, Coach," he muttered, forcing his body to keep up as he jogged over to his stunt group. He hated himself for giving into her threats, but he knew he had no other choice.
Author's Notes:
Here is a little quickie I wrote in my five minutes of spare time today! Man, people always prompt me Blaine on the Cheerios. Don't you guys ever get sick of my writing?
Even though this is just 400 words, I tried to show Blaine's insecurities that they never really deal with on the show. Because there is never enough Blangst to go around.
On a side note, I didn't post yesterday because I was finishing up a brand-new Blangsty oneshot I just put up last night! It would mean the world to me if you looked at it, and I'm baking cupcakes for everyone that reviews! I'll try to have some longer chapters up this weekend, because y'all have just given me the best prompts lately, I don't even know where to begin. Thanks!