A/N: I'm really sorry for not updating sooner; schoolwork's been a pain in the ass so I haven't been able to finish this chapter before today.
The mashup I made is going to be in the next chapter not this one since if I'd done that the story would've been rushed, something I really want to avoid.
I'm not sure when I'll next update; probably not within the week although you never know but I will update at some point in the near future; my guess is within two weeks, over one week that kind of time but it does all depend on schoolwork, my organisational skills and how much I procrastinate.
Thanks to everyone who's following and has reviewed this story you are all made of awesome :)
More stuff in the dooblee-doo A/N at the bottom.
Enjoy :)
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee; if I did there'd be a hell of a lot more Klaine and Brittana, sometimes guest-starring Lord Tubbington.
A loud wolf whistle was what snapped Blaine out of his staring-state.
"Blainey has a crush!" Jeff said in a sing-song voice.
It was late morning on their first day in Barbados and the five boys were lounging around the crazily shaped pool outside the hotel. But as well as lounging they were teasing Blaine about his encounter with a mystery boy earlier that morning. Although the boy had had his back to them and had disappeared inside the hotel soon after Blaine's truly spectacular dive-bomb it didn't stop them from annoying Blaine about it every chance they got.
"Can you guys please give it a rest?" He said, irritated. "I dive-bombed a metre away from him and apologized profusely for it that is all" The Warbler boys grinned and rolled their eyes, none of them believing a word of their friend's explanation.
Despite what he said Blaine knew that he wished something else had happened. He wished he'd looked into those beautiful blue-grey eyes and asked for a name, and then maybe, just maybe, a conversation could start which could, in some far off universe, lead to a date.
Yeah, in his dreams.
"We're sorry Blainers" Nick pouted. "We're just happy you're finally over-"
"Nick" Blaine said in a warning voice. "We don't talk about that anymore okay? Especially not when we're on holiday and we're meant to be relaxing" Although Nick pulled a face he didn't push the subject and instead snuggled up closer to Jeff on one of the loungers.
"On a serious note though" Wes said from his own lounger. "We are happy that you've found a distraction. But when are you going to have a proper conversation with Mystery Boy?"
"Probably never"
"Why not!" Jeff, Nick, Wes and David exclaimed. Blinking at his strangely in-sync friends, Blaine shrugged.
"As much as I'd like to I don't even know if I'll see him again. But, changing the subject, I'm going to get some drinks do any of you want anything?"
"Can I get a Cola please?"
"Oh me too!"
"How about a lemonade?"
"And water"
"Okay one of you is going to have to come help me carry it all"
"I'll help" Wes said, stretching as he got to his feet.
Blaine heaved himself off of his lounger and him and Wes went off in search of the pool-side bar. Simply designed said bar was a rectangular counter with drink-making equipment inside, stools around the edges and a bamboo back wall and roof to protect the workers' from the sun.
"Can we get two sodas and three colas please?" Blaine asked the bartender closest to them. As they waited for the drinks his gaze flitted around the area and landed on one of many brightly coloured fliers on the counter in front of him.
"Wes, what's that?"
"It's-" Wes stopped talking as he leaned closer to one of the pieces of paper and read it properly, his mouth dropping more at every line. Then, snatching the flier up and stuffing it in his pocket, Wes turned back to Blaine with a manic smile on his face.
"We have to go talk to the others right now!" He announced, and without so much as a 'thank you' to the bartender he snatched up half the drinks and strode back to where their other friends were waiting. Sighing since he could tell something incredibly bad was about to happen (it was Wes after all) Blaine picked up the drinks left behind and followed.
"Attention small number of Dalton Academy Warblers!" Wes said loudly. Jeff, Nick and David looked up at their friend with weary expressions but stopped their conversation to listen nonetheless.
"I just found out from this flier" He brandished the piece of paper in front of them, the manic grin still firmly in place "That this hotel is having a talent show!"
"Wes!"
"This is the holidays; that means no standing in the background swaying in our dapper blazers for a month!"
Nick and Jeff both voiced their protests while David just looked thoughtful.
"As I was saying" Wes glared at the couple "The winner or winners of this talent show get to go jet-skiing and swimming with dolphins, as well as free vouchers to some of the best restaurants in Barbados"
"When is it?" David asked.
This was when Wes started to look uncomfortable as he replied in a sheepish voice "Tonight"
They all gawped at him, speechless.
"Just hear me out" Wes said quickly, sensing he was losing them. "We've already had a week off so we'd still remember most of the routines, even with less than half our usual number, I packed the blazers and it would only be for one night. It's not as if we'd be preparing for Sectionals or something; and really what's the harm in doing it for fun?"
"I thought dolphins were your favourite animals Wes" David grinned at his best friend, knowing he'd caught him out when Wes turned a violent shade of red and started mumbling incoherently under his breath about how that had nothing to do with it.
"What do you mean you packed the blazers?" Blaine asked suspiciously. "They wouldn't have fit in your suitcase with all your other stuff"
"I... may have squashed them into my hand luggage..." Wes muttered.
"What?"
"Blaine, your precious blazer survived the trip so there is absolutely no need to raise your voice at me!"
"Guys stop arguing" David said wearily. "It's too hot to get heated up over a few creases. The bottom line is who wants to do the talent show thing?"
Jeff and Nick looked at each other and shrugged. "I don't really mind, but if Wes wants to swim with dolphins that much then I suppose we should do it" Jeff replied.
"Yeah and if we don't, he creased our blazers for no reason" Nick added with a grin.
"What about you Blaine?" David asked.
"It depends what song we sing" Blaine said, a wicked smile now gracing his face. He took a nonchalant sip from his drink and as he hummed a familiar tune under his breath the others let out simultaneous groans.
"If we sing that song" Jeff said with an equally evil grin "You must agree to go without your beloved hair gel for the whole of tomorrow"
Blaine pouted at his friend but after Wes started threatening him with his blazer being burnt (despite the fact he'd have to pay for a replacement) unless he agreed, Blaine submitted to the rules of the agreement.
"Okay then!" Wes said excitedly "Everyone back inside we have some rehearsing to do!"
Unbeknownst to the harmonizing Warblers, a floor above the New Directions girls and Kurt were arguing over song choices.
Rachel had discovered the fliers after Kurt had returned to their room, but after she'd convinced them that the talent show would be a good chance at practicing for Sectionals the arguments quickly started; namely between her and Santana.
"But Santana you're not listening; if I sing Barbara we have a sure-fire chance of winning! Do you want to win or do you want to be selfish?" Rachel exclaimed angrily as the two girls clashed for the umpteenth time that hour. Kurt and Mercedes sat on the sofa in the living area in their room, watching the exchange silently whilst Brittany stared vaguely out of the window, singing softly to the birds outside.
"Me being selfish?" Santana shrieked. "You're the one who's so concerned about your solo! Answer this one Berry: Did you ever stop to think that you aren't going to get a solo for once in your goddamn life? Did you ever stop to think about yourself long enough to realise somebody else might want it?"
Rachel stared at the Latina, speechless for a moment. But of course Rachel Barbara Berry is never lost for words for long.
"Don't take your jealousy at my talent out on me" She sniffed. "Just because you're too clouded to see-"
"Would you both please stop yelling at each other?" Kurt got up from the bed and quickly moved in between the two girls who were advancing on each other and fast. Despite his intervention they both continued to glare at each other, seemingly wanting nothing more than to continue their fight.
"Kurtie's right" Brittany said calmly. Everyone stopped what they were doing and turned to look at her, dumbstruck. "It won't do any good to any of us if we fight. We just need to agree on a song and win so we can swim with the fish versions of gay sharks!"
"How are we supposed to do that if we can't agree? And, more importantly, who's going to sing?" Rachel asked in a forced-calm voice.
"Kurt should sing" Mercedes said suddenly.
"Me?" Kurt gawped at his friend, flattered by her choice but confused by the reason.
"Yeah, my white boy hasn't sung squat for a good few months now but do you hear him complaining? Do you?" She demanded in a fierce voice at both Santana and Rachel. The two girls murmured no's although their resentful demeanours remained.
"Rachel you know I love you but you've sung most of the solos for the past two years and it's not fair on the rest of us. It's someone else's turn. And Santana..." Mercedes bit her lip and turned to Brittany. The blonde nodded, a soft smile playing at her lips. Mercedes turned back around to face the Latina in question.
"Santana you should sing a duet with Kurt"
"Why'd you think I want to sing with Porcelain?" Santana said bluntly.
"Because you've been very angry recently Sanny" Brittany said wisely. "And you once told me that the only thing that calmed you down was singing in the spotlight" She paused for a minute, her brow furrowed into a frown. "Oh and lady kisses!" Brittany added happily.
Santana blushed bright red and stared at the floor, refusing to meet any of the others' gaze as they all fought not to laugh.
"So Santana will you sing with Kurt?" Mercedes asked carefully.
"I suppose so" said girl sighed, "but what would we sing?"
"Kurt!"
"What is it now Rachel?"
"Weren't you telling me on the airplane that you'd made a mashup? You two could sing that!" The small brunet jumped up and down excitedly, her earlier sulking forgotten.
"So you won't kill me in my sleep if I sing the lead instead of you?" Kurt asked, relief coursing through his veins. Although he would have sang without Rachel's permission since he knew better than anyone else that he deserved this it would still be nice to have his friend's support.
"Of course not" Rachel said indignantly. "You're my friend and although as I love the spotlight I love you more!"
Kurt smiled at her, touched by her words; it was rare for someone like Rachel to admit loving something over performing so for her to say that, she must have meant it.
"Okay then, we'll sing the mashup; so long as you like it of course" Kurt said nervously. He rummaged around in his satchel until he found his notebook and opened it to the correct page. "The combination idea just came to me while I was thinking about McKinley and-" Kurt's throat closed up as he thought about Kerofsky's unforgiving, sneering face. "And yeah..." He trailed off weakly, not knowing how to finish the sentence. None of the others noticed though as Rachel snatched the notebook from his hands and started reading the lyrics aloud.
Although Santana definitely tried not to look it, they were all very impressed by the time Rachel had gotten to the bottom.
"I see you wrote the music out too" She said appreciatively.
"Of course" Kurt replied with a smile.
"Not a bad song Hummel, I'll give you that" Santana said gruffly. "But we better win this; my girl wants to swim with dolphins so she'll swim with dolphins"
Kurt stared at the hard-faced girl as a surge of unexpected pride rushed through him. Her girl; At least she's making progress He thought.
Santana must have noticed his gaze softening as she immediately questioned it, her scowl back with renewed vengeance.
"What?" She snapped.
"You called Brittany your girl" Kurt replied quietly so the others wouldn't hear, though Mercedes and Rachel were too busy working on the backing vocals to notice and Brittany was playing around with the remote control for the TV.
Santana didn't respond to Kurt's observation with words but her face said it all; she shot a nervous glance towards the oblivious blonde, stared at her for a moment, and turned back to Kurt, her expression softer and a nervous smile playing at her lips.
"I might have done" She murmured, leaving Kurt to stare at her retreating form as she went over to discuss blocking with Rachel and Mercedes.
A/N: I just wanted to say a massive THANK YOU to everyone who's followed, favourited and reviewed this story it means a lot! :D
Also, I wanted to bring it to you guys' attention that I will be introducing some OCs in the future (not for a while but they will be there!) and although I've got my two main ones if anyone has any cool ideas for OCs I could use leave them in a review or PM them to me.
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Next chapter: The talent show. Will anyone recognize anyone?