AN- So, here we've reached Throwdown. And there will be a sort of throwdown. Just not the one between Sue and Will.
So, because they were all stupid druggies, Figgins assigned Sue Sylvester to be the glee co-captain/director thing.
And because of this, Mr. Schuester is like hardcore sucking up.
Like right now, he's asking them all what they want to do in glee club for the first time ever.
"Katy Perry?" Blaine suggests hopefully.
Mr. Schue turns him down gently. Blaine deflates in his seat.
Kurt leans over with a grin. "Katy Perry? Really?"
"What? She's like, a musical genius. She went from singing Christian songs to making a breakout hit called 'I kissed a girl'. If that's not plain rebellion, I don't know what is."
"I think you have a crush," Kurt teases.
"Kurt!" Mercedes hisses and Kurt looks over at her, confused.
She looks at Rachel and Kurt shrugs, like, what? Mercedes kind of frowns and then glares at Blaine like it's his fault.
Kurt looks at Blaine. They're both confused.
So, apparently, Kurt is considered a minority.
Which is nice and all because Mercedes and Blaine are 'minorities' so now he gets to spend all of glee club hanging with them and not dealing with Rachel's annoying chatter.
He and Mercedes are sitting in Sue's glee club room at the moment, chatting about this really cute sweater he saw at the mall last weekend.
"We could try and go this weekend," Mercedes suggests. "Spend Saturday at the mall, then movies at your house all night."
Kurt winces. "I can't. I…already have plans."
"Oh? With who?"
Kurt hesitates. "Blaine and I are going to see RENT. I scored tickets and he's admitted to never seeing it live, just the DVD."
"Oh, I didn't know you guys were becoming such good friends."
He shrugs. "He's not as bad as I thought."
"And I guess we're just forgetting about what happened at the party? You know, where he kiss-"
"Shh!" Kurt hisses, glancing over at where Santana, Mike and Tina are sitting. "'Cedes, no one knows about that."
"Exactly. You're seriously not remembering that he left you to the dogs."
"He apologized. And now we're fine, so, just try to be nice. Please."
Before Mercedes can answer, Blaine strolls in. He looks around, spots Kurt and walks over with a big grin on his face.
"Hey! Are you excited for the first day of Coach Sylvester's terror?"
Kurt laughs. "Oh, totally."
"I am excited," Mercedes snaps. "Ms. Sylvester seems like she's actually going to listen to us. Unlike Mr. Schue."
"Oh," Blaine raises his eyebrows. "Maybe she'll let me do Katy Perry."
"No, we're probably only going to do good music," Mercedes answers, smiling sweetly.
Blaine blinks at Kurt, who's frowning at Mercedes. He can't say anything though, as Ms. Sylvester walks in and begins passing out the sheet music for their song.
It's some R&B number that Kurt actually doesn't like very much but he can't keep the smile off his face at Mercedes' joy.
They all dance around as she sings and of course she sounds fantastic. When Kurt catches Blaine's eye, the darker haired boy makes a face. Kurt grins; obviously he's not the only one who hates this song.
So, Blaine never realized how much he liked everyone in glee club until they were forced apart.
Seriously. Like right now, they'll all doing a jam session. And Santana is dancing with Mike, and Puckerman is singing to Tina and Quinn is smiling at Rachel and it's fun. Like. Really fun.
He's sitting next to Kurt as they dance and sing along. And unlike their last number, this one is a lot more tolerable. He still doesn't really like it but with all of them just being goofy, it makes it better.
Unfortunately, it ends far too soon. They all hug and express disappointment at leaving and Sue's kids shuffle out the door, calling goodbyes to Mr. Schue as they pass him by the door.
Tina begins rolling Artie down the hall and Kurt and Mike strike up a conversation about dancing of all things ("So, why exactly is it called 'pop and lock'?").
That leaves Blaine and Mercedes. Which is awkward beyond anything because lately Mercedes has been really rude to Blaine. Like, other than the Katy Perry thing.
In the last week alone, Mercedes has made comments about Blaine's height ("Oh sorry Blaine, I didn't see you over the piano."), his hair ("Nice curls, Blaine. Do you use rollers at night?") and his singing ("Oh, look, Blaine is performing. Hide your chairs.").
So, they're walking down the hallway and she's not even looking at him and Blaine clears his throat.
"You sounded really good when we did 'Hate on Me'."
Mercedes makes a noncommittal noise and Blaine kind of snaps.
"Okay, it's obvious you have some sort of problem with me. Could you tell me what it is so we can deal with it?"
She whips around. "Fine. We totally can. See, here's the thing. Kurt is my boy. He is my best friend and I don't take kindly to boys who come around and play with his heart."
"What?"
"I know about what happened at Puck's party, okay? I know you basically threw him to the dogs and I don't really trust you."
"Look," Blaine says quietly. "I know I messed up. But I apologized and-"
"That's supposed to fix everything? Right. Let's see what happens when the football team finds out you're gay," Blaine opens his mouth but Mercedes plows on, "And let's see how you treat Kurt then."
Then she marches after Kurt and Mike. Blaine follows a second later. By now, Mike has caught up to the girls and Artie and it's just Kurt, Mercedes and Blaine.
Mercedes glares at him, clearly standing behind everything she said earlier but Blaine ignores her.
"So, I'm really excited for Saturday, Kurt," Blaine says with a giant grin on his face.
Kurt smiles back. "You're going to love it. If you thought the movie was good, just wait."
Mercedes kind of sighs. Loudly. "Sounds like fun. Too bad I'll be missing it."
Kurt shoots her a glance and bites his lower lip. "Maybe we can do dinner tonight? At Breadsticks?"
Mercedes beams. "That sounds awesome, Kurt."
"Yeah, it really does," Blaine says suddenly. "Count me in!"
"Um, I don't think you were invited, hun."
"No, he can come," Kurt interjects. "It will be nice, the three of us hanging out. And we can always do something on Sunday, 'Cedes."
She frowns. Blaine grins triumphantly.
Point for him.
Kurt is about ready to kill something.
After spending the last few days stressed worrying over Ms. Sylvester's antics, and then missing the other half of their club hardcore, he really shouldn't have to deal with Blaine and Mercedes' intentions beyond a measurable doubt to hate each other.
Seriously. They're not more than twenty minutes into dinner and they already fought over who would sit next to Kurt, what they were going to order and what they might possibly do after dinner (ignoring the fact that Kurt has a curfew).
Now they're discussing music (usually a safe topic among glee clubbers) and of course they've managed to turn it into a fight over who was a better diva: Whitney Houston or Aretha Franklin.
"You cannot even be telling me, white boy, that Whitney was better than Aretha. She is the Queen of Soul!"
"I'm just saying more people remember 'I Will Always Love You' over 'Respect'."
"I shouldn't be surprised, it's not like you have any taste."
"Katy Parry bashing again? Really? After you completely wasted your voice on that terrible R&B number?"
"Terrible? Aw, hell-"
"Enough!" Kurt finally snaps.
They both turn to him surprised. Kurt takes a deep breath and presses his fingers into his temple to fight off the impending headache.
"You're both acting like you're five. Whatever issues you have need to be sorted out now. Because I am not dealing with this for the rest of the year. Good night."
He slips out of the booth and doesn't even feel bad that he was Mercedes' ride home. Maybe a car ride alone just the two of them will do them some good.
Or one will kill the other. Either way, he won't have to worry about their petty bickering.
This might be the single most awkward car ride Blaine has ever had.
When they both discovered that Kurt had gone outside for more than a breath of fresh air, (as in he left. Like, actually ) Blaine did the gentlemanly thing like he was raised and offered to drive Mercedes home.
She accepted. Probably because there was no other way.
So, they're driving along and the radio is on, not so loud that they can't talk but loud enough that the silence isn't making them go slightly crazy.
"Is this Katy Perry?" Mercedes remarks dryly. "Don't you have anything good?"
Blaine takes a deep breath. "You mean like an over-exposed diva?"
Mercedes looks like she is about to chew him out hardcore. But stops, and takes a deep breath of her own.
"This is getting us nowhere, is it?" Blaine asks.
"At this rate, Kurt won't be friends with either of us," Mercedes explains. "And I think being in glee is giving us enough problems without us making even more, you know?"
Blaine nods. "Yeah."
"So…truce? For Kurt's sake."
"Truce."
They don't shake on it. Blaine's driving- they might die.
But, they both know they're gonna follow up on it.
For Kurt.
So Kurt is in the auditorium the next day with Sue's kids, waiting to see what kind of performance Rachel, Finn and Quinn put on. He hasn't spoken to either Blaine or Mercedes all day, sitting between Mike and Tina in glee and avoiding both their lockers in the hall.
Blaine drops into the seat next to him. Kurt doesn't look at him.
"I'm sorry. You were right, we were acting like a couple of five year olds. But, don't worry. After you left, we called a truce. No more fighting. At least, not right in front of you."
Kurt cracks a smile at this and Blaine leans back, pleased.
"What even started all that?" Kurt asks.
Blaine shrugs. "I honestly, have no idea."
But Kurt looks at him carefully. "Yes you do."
"No I don't."
"Yes you do. You didn't look at me when you said that. When you lie, you look at the ground."
Blaine's eyes meet his, confused. "How did you…"
"Not important," Kurt waves the question away with his hand. "Point is- you're lying. Why?"
"Look, I don't want to start anything else. She and I are okay-ish. I want to leave it like that."
Kurt reluctantly accepts this. They turn back to the stage just in time for Mr. Schue and Coach Sylvester to start fighting. Like, hardcore.
In another wonderful show of glee club unity, the entire group (both Will's kids and Sue's kids) storm out together, leaving their completely immature co-directors to hash it out.
It's kind of deja-vu for Kurt.
He corners Mercedes after school at her locker.
"I know there was a reason for the Blaine-drama. Tell, please."
She closes her locker and sighs. "I know you said before that you forgave him for the party incident. And that everything is golden. But, I don't think you should forgive him one hundred percent just yet."
"Why?" Kurt asks, not mean like, just honestly curious.
"He backed off, Kurt, at the first sign of trouble. What's to say he won't do it again? What's to say you and him won't be walking down the hallway and Karofsky shows up, shoves you against a locker and Blaine just stands by and lets it happen?"
Kurt pauses. "I don't know. What's to say he won't say something?"
"I think you're too trusting, boo," she says sadly.
"You might be right. And I could regret this and in a month you could be dancing around me singing 'I told you so'. But, I need to find out on my own, okay?"
She sighs. "Fine. But I will kick his ass if anything happens. Deal?"
Kurt chuckles and laces their arms together. "Deal."
So, Quinn's pregnancy comes out and the glee club is back together and Blaine and Mercedes apologize to each other.
Just not in that order.
But with things fine between all glee clubbers, they take the time to assure Quinn that they will be there and she will be okay. In the best way they can.
Through song.
That's definitely, Blaine thinks, one of the things he loves most of all about glee club.
AN- Is Mercedes right? Or is she just a jealous friend? (also- I'm not a Mercedes fan...I hope it doesn't show)