Sam's POV
Surprisingly Sam and Blaine had survived the day trapped in each other's bodies somewhat unscathed until it got to the end of the day. Blaine wanted to go to stupid Glee, but Sam just wanted to go to the track and work out.
"Why would you want to work out?" Blaine looked at the boy who was currently in his body. "You have my little, non-sporty –"
"You are not non-sporty, you are always on the weight bag, you're a cheerleader and you are always dancing with the gleeks" Sam replied, itching to get on the track.
"Then come to Glee and dance!" Blaine exclaimed, trying to convince the boy it was an exciting place to be.
"I cannot be seen in Glee" Sam said, looking around to see if anybody was listening. "I have a reputation as the quarterback to uphold."
Blaine stared at Sam. "I thought you didn't care how people thought about you?"
"I don't, but … well…" Sam searched for words.
"Your girlfriend is in Glee." Blaine argued. "Britney, Santana and Quinn joined a couple weeks ago to make up the numbers for Nationals since some of the members aren't able to come to LA for the competition."
Sam stood in shock. He had no idea Britney and her friends were in Glee. Why did she not even tell him this?
"Plus," Blaine continued. "I am the one in your body. So, if you want to keep an eye on what I am going to do with it you better come with me" With that Blaine walked off down the hall to the choir room in Sam's body. Blaine was walking with the same little swagger that Blaine always had. Sam found himself checking out the other boy, before shaking his head at the absurdity of watching himself and jogged off after him.
They walked into the choir room and found the students in disarray as the teacher was not yet there. Some younger kids from the hockey and swim teams were there. "Hmm, I wonder if their team mates know." Sam muttered to himself before his eyes fell on Britney sitting on Santana's lap in the front row of group of chairs. Santana had her arms around her fellow cheerleader and they were whispering to each other with dreamy expressions on their face. 'Why was Britney even with Sam anymore? She never looked at him that way,' Sam thought despondently.
"Sam," Mr Schuester exclaimed shocked and happy when he saw Blaine tinkering away on the piano. "You finally took up my offer to join Glee Club?"
"Um," Blaine's eyes flicked quickly to Sam before he politely stood up shook Mr Shuester's hand. "Yes, sir. If that's Ok? I heard you could do with some more bodies for Nationals."
"That would be great." Mr Schuster happily shook Blaine's hand. "Take a seat with the group and we'll get started."
Blaine headed to the chairs and cocked his head subtly in Sam's direction to get him to come and also sit.
"Sammy! I'm so excited you came and joined us!" Britney happily bounced into her own chair, while Santana sat cross legged and armed glaring at Blaine from her chair beside. "All unicorns and bicorns make their way to the happy place eventually."
Sam sat beside Blaine and elbowed him to get him to reply to his girlfriend.
"Oh, r-right," Blaine stuttered as he realised she was expecting him to answer. "Sure thing, Brit-Brit"
Sam puckered his lips to try and stop the laughter bubbling up in his chest from escaping as Blaine used the pet name Sam used for his girlfriend. For someone who says they didn't take any notice of the other students around him (especially Sam), Blaine knew about the pet names they used for each other.
"Britney," Mr Schuster addressed the class when they had settled into their seats. "Would you like to present your assignment piece for the group?"
"Oh, Mr Schu, at cheerleading practice, Coach Sylvester said we didn't have to do any of our other homework because we needed to focus." Britney said seriously, while Santana nodded alongside of her in support.
Sam could see Blaine start to say something to contradict the girls so Sam elbowed him again. Blaine thankfully stayed quiet.
"Right," Mr Schuster looked to the side and shook his head while laughing to himself. Wow, he was a pretty patient teacher. He was always good with Sam and was actually the one who discovered Sam's dyslexia and got him the extra help he needed to keep up with the workload.
"Blaine, please tell me you are at least ready to perform this week's assignment?" the teacher looked at Sam with hope. "That is, of course, unless Coach Sylvester wants you to focus on Cheerio business also." He shot a quick condescending glare at Britney who was no longer listening as she was gazing at Santana and Santana at her. Sam couldn't help but frown at this.
"Blaine?" Mr Schuster repeated, trying to get the boy's attention.
'Oh, right. Shit!' Sam thought as he realised that he was expected to get up and present something.
"Um," Sam stammered as he sent a pleading look at Blaine. But all the other boy was doing was covering his face with his hands as he too, couldn't believe the situation they were in. "Right, this week's assignment. Which was … um… Sorry Mr Schu could you just remind me of the topic again?"
Mr Schu narrowed his eyebrows in concern and pointed to the white board. Great, make the dyslexic kid read in a hurry. 'Ooh, hang on, I can read the –'
"All-time greatest artist" Blaine whispered behind his hand. "Just say you don't feel well."
"Um, no" Sam said getting up with a smile in Blaine's direction. "All-time greatest artist, no probs. So you want me to just break out in song, right?"
"Well, why don't you explain why you chose the artist you are going to perform." Mr Schuster explained patiently as he sat over on the side of the class with a still somewhat concerned look on his face regarding his star performer.
"Sure, sure" Sam said looking at Blaine for inspiration. 'Shit! How was he supposed to know what was going on in that head of Blaine's? He always played boring long songs on the piano that Sam tried to drown out with video games, rap music or country music.' He thought quickly about what Blaine does and where he wants to go in life. He is usually jabbering about going to New York to be a Broadway star. So singing and dancing and acting. Who did that? Oh JLo! "JLo!" Sam announced, excitedly looking at Blaine to see his reaction. He tried not to let on how hurt he was by the way Blaine flopped his head into his hand.
"No, wait," Sam explained as a few other murmurs were heard in the choir room. "JLo is the triple threat and that is exactly what Blai- I want to be! She has nailed acting, singing and dancing. The poor girl is unlucky in love, just like me and has a smoking hot bod, which I don't mind admitting - Is just like me"
Sam stood with his arms crossed and quite proud of himself as he smiled at the class. A few of the girls giggled while Sebastian whooped from the back row and said "Yeah, baby!"
"Which song would you like to perform, Blaine?" Mr Schu asked, his face caught somewhere between concern and amusement.
"Oh, yeah. Um, I'm going to do it on the guitar if that's ok. I will sing 'Love Don't Cost a Thing'. I kind of like the message in that one" He picked up the guitar that was standing beside the piano and slung the strap over his head. The guitar felt a little different in the smaller body he was currently occupying, but Sam soon adjusted as he quickly checked the instrument was in tune and started strumming the chords.
Blaine's POV
Blaine walked out of Glee in a bit of a daze after listening to Sam perform an instrumental version of a Jennifer Lopez song. He made it actually sound quite moving as he brought the meaning of the words across beautifully. The rest of the club agreed as they stood and applauded at the end of the performance..
Sam was now surrounded by some of the other Glee kids who were reigning praises on him. They've never done that for Blaine before. They usually rolled their eyes at anything Blaine said or did and called him the choir-nazi. They were nice enough most of the time, but that was just because Blaine was the lead vocalist. He was also co-captain of the Cheerios, but that only got the respect of the other cheerleaders, not friendship so much but respect. As he made his way down the hallway, he found himself suddenly with an armful of blonde – girl.
"So Sammy, you wanna come over?" Britney whispered seductively into Blaine's ear. "My parents are going to be home late so we will have the place to ourselves."
Britney started sucking on Blaine's neck as she was waiting for him to answer.
"Sorry, I can't," Blaine said as he tried to extricate himself from the blonde while looking around at the other students in the hallway. He remembered he looked like Sam and that this wasn't a crazy thing to see the two of them eating each other in public. "I have ... things to do."
Britney pulled back enough to look into Blaine's eyes. "What I meant was that we would be alone! And I might do that thing where I -" She leaned in close to Blaine's ear and whispered things that shocked him. Yes, it was true, he was a virgin and while he had watched some porn on the internet, like all teenage boys, the things that Britney said she was willing to do to Sam made him gasp. In hindsight, he may also be a little jealous that it was with Britney Sam was willing to do certain things with and not him. But a teenager doing these things (and boasting about it!) was just trashy and … sad.
"Oh my gosh!" Blaine exclaimed, loudly. "You would do that? You are such a slut!"
With that, Blaine stalked off. He hated talking to people that way, but the things she was whispering to him could not be unheard. People stood and stared in shock as the quarterback called his little cheerleader girlfriend a slut.
"You begged me to do that last week" Britney yelled down the hallway. Sebastian approached Britney and leaned his arm up against the locker beside her.
"So what is it you do? I bet I can do it better." He leered at the cheerleader.
"Lord Tubbington said I couldn't talk to you anymore, Gay Warbler. Sorry" With that Britney walked away and left Sebastian wondering why he and Blaine were still being called Warblers when they had both transferred to West McKinley over 2 years ago.
Blaine tried not to think of Britney and the images running through his head as he stalked out the front door of the school and started heading home. He didn't care that he left Sam alone with people he didn't really know. He had to get out of there and try to figure out what he could do to get them out of this mess.
As he stepped out of the front door of the building he almost ran full-on into Puck.
"Dude! Finally, I found you. Where have you been? We have to get to practice. I am in the mood to kick some serious ass" Puck said, grabbing Blaine's arm and leading him around to the football field.
"Wait, what are you talking about? There's no practice thisafternoon. I actually have a prior engagement that conflicts with the whole … ass … kicking … thing" Blaine tried reasoning with the boy dragging him around the building.
"What? Are you drunk? Do you know what Coast Bieste will do to your nuts if you don't show up every day for practice before the homecoming game? She will grind them into dust. Nut dust." Puck growled at his friend.
"Is it remotely possible for you to express yourself without constantly reverting to cursing and crudeness?" Blaine muttered as he strode along beside the foul mouthed boy that annoyed him. Well, everything was annoying him this afternoon, but that was beside the point.
Blaine stopped when he realised Puck wasn't beside him. The mohawked boy had stopped and was staring at Blaine with his mouth open in shock.
"Man, I am so sorry" Puck started. Blaine got a bit worried that Puck may have taken his previous statement a bit too seriously. But soon remembered he was in this big, strong, Sam-looking body that protected him and that he wouldn't be thrown in the dumpster. Puck however continued with his sarcastic rant. "Please, let me make it up to you by buying you a nice dinner. Or wait, no, better yet, you can just munch on my big, juicy man-plums. They should be flavoursome! I have not showered in days." With this Puck unzipped his jeans and took out his balls, rubbing his hand over them and smelling them. He screwed up his nose in disgust and offered for his friend to also smell.
Blaine recoiled and was about to start running when he heard the football coach approach.
"If you two don't get on the field now, I will –" Coach Bieste stopped when she saw Puck's junk out for everyone to see. "I do not want to know what disgusting STD you may have at the moment, Puckerman. Put that disgusting thing away and get on that field. NOW!"
The boys took off to the field and Blaine tried not to panic at what lay ahead.