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Over the next week, they worked on perfecting the ratio for the new pheromone, and when they thought it was correct, Blaine volunteered to test it. At lunch on Monday, The two boys sat in the cafeteria with several of the other Warblers, speaking in hushed whispers.
"So, if it works, the other boys should 'cooperate' with you, mimicking your dance moves while singing."
Blaine nodded. "I call it the 'follow the leader' reaction. Are you sure you want to stay? You'll probably be affected by the pheromones as well."
Kurt shrugged. "We're here to prove a point. Are you ready?"
The shorter boy pulled the bottle of formula from his pocket and dabbed some on his wrists and throat, wanting a strong response from the other boys. After a minute, he stood up and began to sing, while Kurt hummed along, smiling. It didn't take long for the others to notice them, and the Warblers, who never passed up an opportunity to sing, began to harmonize along. But would they dance?
There's a stranger in my bed,
There's a pounding in my head
Glitter all over the room
Pink flamingos in the pool
I smell like a minibar
DJ's passed out in the yard
Barbie's on the barbeque
This a hickie or a bruise
Blaine began dancing around the room, being flirty and trying to get the others to join him.
Pictures of last night
Ended up online
I'm screwed
Oh well
It's a blacked out blur
But I'm pretty sure it ruled
Damn
Nick and Jeff laughed, and jumped up to dance along, followed by Thad and Trent. Wes didn't seem overly impressed by this impromptu performance.
Last Friday night
Yeah, we danced on tabletops
And we took too many shots
Think we kissed but I forgot
Jon, AKA Beatz, busted out into some rather impressive moves, all while still keeping perfect rhythm.
Last Friday night
Yeah, we maxed our credit cards
And got kicked out of the bar
So we hit the boulevard
Last Friday night
We went streaking in the park
Skinny dipping in the dark
Then had a ménage à trois
Last Friday night
Yeah I think we broke the law
Always say we're gonna stop
Op-oh-oh
By now, nearly all the Warblers had begun dancing, as had several boys who weren't in the Warblers.
This Friday night
Do it all again
This Friday night
Do it all again
Trying to connect the dots
Don't know what to tell my boss
Think the city towed my car
Chandelier is on the floor
Ripped my favorite party dress
Warrant's out for my arrest
Think I need a ginger ale
That was such an epic fail
Pictures of last night
Ended up online
I'm screwed
Oh well
It's a blacked out blur
But I'm pretty sure it ruled
Damn
Last Friday night
Yeah, we danced on table tops
And we took too many shots
Think we kissed but I forgot
Last Friday night
Yeah, we maxed our credit cards
And got kicked out of the bar
So we hit the boulevard
Last Friday night
We went streaking in the park
Skinny dipping in the dark
Then had a ménage à trois
Last Friday night
Yeah I think we broke the law
Always say we're gonna stop
Oh whoa oh
This Friday night
Do it all again
(Do it all again)
This Friday night
Do it all again
(Do it all again)
This Friday night
T.G.I.F.
T.G.I.F.
T.G.I.F.
T.G.I.F.
T.G.I.F.
T.G.I.F.
Last Friday night
Yeah, we danced on table tops
And we took too many shots
Think we kissed but I forgot
Wes was the only hold out now, but Kurt could see him fighting the urge to get up and join them. Finally, the council leader caved, and began to dance. Well, tried to dance. The boy looked like he was having a seizure. Kurt tried to stifle his laugh.
Last Friday night
Yeah, we maxed our credit cards
And got kicked out of the bar
So we hit the boulevard
Last Friday night
We went streaking in the park
Skinny dipping in the dark
Then had a ménage à trois
Last Friday night
Yeah I think we broke the law
Always say we're gonna stop
Oh-whoa-oh
This Friday night
Do it all again
The song ended, and nary a note was missed. Some of the boys were a little winded, but none of them had breath control issues while singing. Blaine smiled at Wes as the taller boy approached.
"As much as I enjoy impromptu performances, I must ask what prompted this?" The Asian asked.
"I wanted to prove a point." Blaine responded. The other boy just quirked an eyebrow. "I wanted to prove that we can dance and still keep the pure a capella sound. Kurt is right, the only way we will beat New Directions is if we change things up."
Wes frowned at the new boy. "So, this was your idea? You could have said something at Warblers' practice, you didn't have to work up some scheme to prove a point."
Kurt looked like someone had slapped him. "I did bring it up in Warblers' practice, last week. You shot me down without even really giving me the chance to prove it." The pale boy then collected his things and walked out without glancing back.
"What is your problem, Wes?" David asked. "You're being a prick."
Blaine agreed. "You've never been this rude before."
Wes looked frustrated. "Okay, fine. The boy rubs me the wrong way, happy now? He comes in here one week before a major competition, under suspicious circumstances, and everyone falls in love with him! No one questions his motives! I'm just looking out for the Warblers!"
Blaine frowned. "And yet you never bothered to ask him anything. Dean Michealson told you he'd gotten a death threat at his old school. Did he also tell you that Kurt had basically been sexually assaulted by a closeted jock who then beat him up before threatening to kill him if he told?"
There were gasps from the other boys, and Blaine realized what he just said. He hadn't meant to blab Kurt's secret like that.
