Prompt #: 88 Pen and Paper

Word Count: 1260

Rating: PG for warm and fluffy feelings, plus some teenager hornyness

Authoress Notes: Sorry for not updating for so long. XD;;;; I've been…busy with school and stuff. Anyway, school gets out on June 8th, so I'll be on more, I hope. But I dunno, cause I'm trying to find a job and I'm doing rifle this season (Or at least I will if I stop dropping every time I spin or try to toss.) OH! In this one, they're juniors.

I hate everything about you © Three Days Grace

The Ding Dong Song © Günther

McDonalds © Whoever owns it

At 5:05, Blaine looked into the band room and saw Emma sitting against the wall, books and papers scattered around her in an organized mess, her head bent over one of her books, deep in thought. Adjusting his backpack strap over his shoulder, he walked in, heart pounding so loud he thought that she should be able to hear it. Then he saw that she was wearing headphones, and laughed quietly to himself.

He walked past where she was stationed, looking into the band director's office to support the guise that he was looking for Mr. Goldstown.

"He's not here." He turned and looked at Emma, who was still bent over her book. "He went out to McDonalds to get something to get himself an iced coffee, and left me to hold down the fort," she turned a page. "What do you need?"

"Nothing, I was just wondering if he knew where Kate put the percussion music from the '06 field show." He sat down a few feet from her and opened up his backpack, pulling out his geometry homework, "but it isn't absolutely imperative that I have it today, it can wait." He searched through his backpack, cursing when he couldn't find a pencil or paper. "Hey, can I borrow a few pieces of paper and a pencil?"

She looked up, startled. "Pardon? Oh, sure." Opening up her binder, she pulled out a few pieces of paper and a pencil. "Here you go."

"Thanks." He watched as she buried herself back in her book, lips moving as she either mouthed the words to the song she was listening to, or repeating something to ensure that it remained in her memory. If he strained, he fancied that he could hear the music that was pouring into her ears.

'Only when I start to think about it…I hate everything about you, why do I love you?"

"Three Days Grace, nice." He was glad when she looked up and made eye contact with him. 'Those dark brown eyes…A man could drown in them. Or at least think of chocolate. Yummm….her and chocolate. Or rather, chocolate ON her. Oops, getting off subject. Must recover so I don't look like a fool…Am I drooling?'

"Sorry, is it too loud? I can always turn it down." He felt a flash of alarm.

"No, it's perfectly alright. I, personally, relate a lot to that song. In fact, when I was in middle school I felt it described my emotions personally."

Her reply was cut off when he heard the first few measures of the next song.

"Oh…you touch my tra-la-la…"

As her blush rose he quirked an eyebrow at her. "Seriously…Günther?" She made as if she was going to hit him.

"Oh shut up…I was over at Donna's house one day and it came on her MP3 player, ok?" He stuck his tongue out at her.

"Didn't know you were this perverted." He started wiggling his eyebrows and singing along with it in a deep and (seductive?) voice, startling a blush and a laugh out of her.

"Then obviously you don't know me all that well…I routinely freak out Christopher, Sarah, Ken, Donna, and others with my perverted ways. And Chris and Ken are pretty perverted." He thought back on how, at lunch, he would glance over at her table and watch her say something , and then throw her head back and laugh at the expressions on their faces. Briefly, he wished that he would be the one that made her throw her head back and laugh…or scream…or moan-'Bad Blaine, back to the conversation.'

"How perverted can you be, hmmm?" She shot a sideways glance at him and a mischievous grin lit up her face, momentarily stunning him with how…evilly seductive she looked.

"I would tell you, but then I'd have to show you. But I seriously can't, because I have to finish my homework before everyone else gets here and practice starts."

"Awww," he pouted, "tease."

"Raunchy little devil, aren't ya?"

"Well, there's nothing you could call little about my…ahem." He could see that he had thrown her for a loop for a second, and then he started to worry as she recovered and smirked at him.

"Two can play that game, ya'know." She began to take of her sweatshirt, arching her back as she uncovered the clinging tank that she wore to every practice, along with her guard pajama bottoms. He took advantage of her eyes being covered to look at her…fully. He noticed that her breasts were finally in proportion to the rest of her, and that she had developed iron flat abs…His darkening blue eyes traveled over her more slowly now, from her graceful neck to where the pajama bottoms covered, then guiltily looked up to meet her laughing brown eyes. Instead of the slap -or worse- he expected, she merely threw her sweatshirt at Blaine, which hit him in the face.

He pouted. "You're meeeeeeean…I've seen you ogle my body countless times, so why can't I ogle yours?"

She smirked. "Because," she unfolded her legs and crawled over to him, sitting on his lap, "then I couldn't do this. She leaned forward and kissed him, but before he could respond the band director walked in.

"HEY! NO PDA IN THE BAND ROOM!!!" She somersaulted backwards and sprang up, blushing.

"Sorry Mr. G."

"I'm letting you off this time, Emma, because this is your first offense," and with that he stalked into his office, muttering about how stressing it was managing one-hundred plus horny teenagers in a place where there was all sorts of innuendo and such, and much more of this and he would have to retire soon-never mind the fact that it was only his sixth year of teaching.

Emma settled back down to her work, and ignored Blaine as she feverishly worked in order to get it done before everyone else came and turned the band room into chaos. Blaine kept on looking at her, having finished his work earlier. Finally, he grew so frustrated that he took a piece of paper, scratched something on it, and shoved it over to her. Raising her eyebrow, Emma leaned over and took it, reading it as she did so.

Wanna go to Sidotti's or something after practice? My treat.

Glancing over at him, she met his eyes and smiled, quickly writing her reply.

Your car or mine?

Sliding it over to him just as somebody arrived, they quickly gathered up their stuff and went to get their respective equipment ready, every so often glancing over at the other and smiling.

Of course, it didn't take long for Sarah and Donna to guess what happened, considering that Emma had an earsplitting grin on her face.

…And then the apocolypse happened and everyone went boom. The end.

J/k, not really, but that's what probably would happen if RL Blaine were to ask me out.