Hey. I'm tired :) I've been doing some cleaning at my school and haven't had a proper night's sleep in weeks, so the combination of that is a very sleepy Lu :D
Can I say, first and foremost, I have some of the best friends in the world ever. Amy and Kris, you have both helped me through so much and I wouldn't be the person I am today without you. I love you both so much.
A brilliant quote from when I was cleaning earlier: "Beth, I want you on that wall." I quite honestly nearly pissed myself. I did make reference to ch21 but luckily none of them read what I write!
I didn't really have much idea what to do in this chapter other than the fact that it was going to be Thursday. It ended up being angsty in the middle and smutty at the end. Complaints? ;)
Oh, and go follow me on twitter if you feel like it. I'm going to be really boring on there, but, yeah :) RainySunnyLu
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Story so far...
Sex. That's what happened last time. #deathbymindblowingwallsex
They pressed sweet kisses on to the other, mainly the lips but sometimes to ears, cheeks, foreheads. Every other kiss was accompanied by a statement.
"I love your smile."
"I love your laugh."
"I love your sense of humour."
"I love yours more."
They continued bickering lovingly. The peacefulness and serenity of the situation was a far stretch from the volume of their screams not five minutes previously. This was loving without compromise, without barriers. Unconditional love. Unreserved adoration. Unrestricted worship.
They were just boys, sitting with each other, telling the other they loved them.
-*T&C*-
The sun shone in through the window, making Peter wince at the brightness. He shifted his chair backwards a couple of inches, putting himself in the shade and ending up closer to Robert. The blond smiled at him, thinking the move was done solely for his benefit, and Peter was happy to let him think that. He felt a reassuring hand on his shoulder and turned around to see Mark looking at him, smiling comfortingly. His expression changed instantly and he moved his chair back. Fuck the sunlight.
"Are we just going to sit here in silence all hour then?"
Blaine's voice interrupted the silence, and Peter was thankful for it. He couldn't let his mind wander to what was happening with his best friend, he just couldn't. He was Peter Matthews. He was tough. He didn't cry. He couldn't cry. He never cri-
He stood quickly and stomped to the door.
"Pet-"
"I need a piss." The door fell shut behind him, but not quite quickly enough to stop the teacher from seeing the boy's tears.
Silence fell on the small room once more. Blaine was about to complain again when he heard the sound of birdsong outside the window. He looked up and tried to hide a smile on his face as he heard it, failing. A deep blush tanned his face and he coughed awkwardly. He ignored the students in the room for a moment as he let his mind drift off...
"I love it when you have your hair free, just like now."
"Kuuurt...?"
"Mmh?"
"What's that?"
"What's what?"
"That." They paused. "That."
Kurt listened. Then...
"Oh, is that Bocelli?"
Blaine listened more, then his eyes widened. "Ku-urt! We had sex with our bird in the room? Mental scarring much?"
"Oh. No." Kurt backtracked. "I took him out of the room earlier and put him in the kitchen."
"You put him in the kitchen?"
"Well, yeah."
"Why?"
"I was horny. Horny as hell. I was not about to wait for you to come into the bedroom."
More tweeting. Then Blaine started to laugh.
"Hey, what's funny?"
"You thought about Boci for long enough to move his cage. But we made enough noise to alert the whole building to what we were doing. And he was only a room away."
Kurt was still confused. "I don't understand."
"Oh, Kurt." He caught his boyfriend's lips before drawing away. "You can be so adorable sometimes."
"Sir, what are we meant to be doing?"
Blaine snapped his head up, cheeks clouding red. His distracted mind hadn't taken in who had spoken and now his eyes were hastily scanning the classroom for any sign as to who had spoken. Nothing. Then the same rich, honey-toned voice spoke up again. "Sir?"
"Ah, Anthony. I'm glad you asked. We're meant to be singing. Because that's what we do."
"Well, we sort of got that. But what are we singing?"
"How do you mean?"
"Well, every time that we get close to starting, you drift off and start blushing."
The class murmured in agreement and Blaine's cheeks coloured further. "Right, yeah, well-"
"You thinking about Kurt, Blaine?"
Blaine's head snapped to Daniel. "Why would you think that?" He was responded to with wide, afraid eyes. "Oh, yeah. Sorry. Yes, yes I, er, was." Silence. "Right! Shall we, er, do, maybe, Unwanted? Henry, come up here."
The boy stood, dropping his hand from Daniel's, and stood at the front. Since when he sang on Tuesday he'd been complimented so many times that his nervousness around this group had faded a negligible level.
"And can we have Simon and Mark for their parts too?" Mark stood up and went to join Henry, giving him a smile. "Uh, where's Simon? Mark, do you know where Simon is?"
Mark's face went from kind to sarcastic. "Yes sir, I know where Simon is. Because me and him are so close and we keep tracks on each other. And we have copies of each others diaries so we know exactly what the other is doing."
"Sorry, I just thought-"
"Well don't!"
Blaine felt apologetic. But then... "You should really get that attitude problem sorted. Yes, I'm your friend, but first and foremost I'm your teacher, okay? You don't speak to me like that. Ever." Mark shrank back into himself and now the silence in the room was due to fear and obedience rather than the previous boredom. But Blaine wasn't done yet. "I know you and he have problems. And Jesus it can't be fun. But you should be old enough to work with it rather than bickering the whole time."
"Bickering? He made my dad hate me. My body was black and blue for all my elementary school life because of him. And we have problems?"
You could've heard a pin drop. Then Blaine spoke again; very slowly, very carefully. "I think you should give yourself a five minute break so that you don't say something you regret. I get that it's hard, but not one of us here has a perfect life. Nobody on this entire planet does. When I was your age my dad beat me for being gay. I had to escape my old school after the kids there hospitalised me. My point? We all have problems. Life is complicated. Just, take five."
Mark nodded, defeated. As he reached the door Blaine called out to him.
"And if you could find Peter and tell him I want to speak to him, that'd be great."
He nodded, holding the door open. "Sure. And, by the way, he's at a doctor's appointment." The door closed behind him.
"Who is?" Blaine turned to the room. "Who is at a doctor's appointment?"
"I think he means Simon, sir," Paul volunteered.
"Simon? But, I thought he said-"
"And as you said, it's complicated." Blaine hummed understanding. "Anyway, sir, now that we don't have either of them, what are we going to do?"
"It's Blaine, Paul, not sir. But, in answer to your question... Everyone's A Little Bit Racist?"
A cheer of agreement rose up from the Warblers.
"Finally, life!" Blaine stood from his desk and went to stand in front of it, leaning slightly against it. He clapped his hands into a clasping motion and directed them at the boys as he named them. "Jesse, Princeton; Luke, Kate; Wayne, Gary; Jack, Brian; Anthony, Christmas Eve. Up here, all of you. Everyone else, can you move the chairs to the side and stand... formation B I think. The five of you, if you can slot in around the others, Jesse and Luke here, Wayne there and Jack and Brian on opposites sides. A bit further back. Yes, that's perfect."
He looked at them for a second longer, nodded, and turned to the speaker with his phone in. He found the track and got it ready to play, then turned back to nod at Jesse and Luke to step forwards together.
Practise continued much like this for the rest of the hour. Five minutes afterwards Mark had reappeared promising that Peter was on his way and apologising for his behaviour. Two minutes after that Peter had swaggered back in, acting like nothing had happened. Simon had turned up ten minutes to the end, apologising and explaining about his doctor's appointment. As the bell rang, they all broke out of their formation and went for their bags.
"Uh, excuse me? What are you doing?"
"The bell rang, Blaine."
"Yeeesss, and the bell is a signal for me." The boys groaned, a couple of them tittering at the Mrs Matthews-esque accent he'd tried to adopt for his 'line'.
"Come on, chairs back out and sit down for just a moment." They obliged, and Blaine went back to lean against his desk. "Now, after rehearsal tomorrow we're going to go straight through, having short breaks when appropriate. We'll then be sleeping over Friday night and rehearsing again Saturday and Sunday. On Sunday, we will finish at midday to allow you to get home and catch up on any work that you might need to do, but I've also agreed with all your teachers to give you an extended deadline on any homework. However, I obviously can't get you out of any out of school exams that you have to study for. Therefore, as well as bringing your sleeping things this weekend, please do bring any work books which could help you, and others, with up and coming tests. I shall take these people into consideration and you shall be awarded with extra breaks to revise."
The reaction in the room was a mixture of argumentative and success. Blaine held up a hand for attention.
"These breaks are solely for revision purposes, and not for messing about. It's only a week till Nationals so we need to be on top form and everyone needs to concentrate. We'll be working hard, but just don't mess around and you'll be fine. I shouldn't have to say it but I will regardless: you sleep separately. Any hint of any sexual behaviour and you'll be out and having a word with Mr Jones about your future at this school. The same for not attending; you've all handed your letters back so I expect you here for the entire weekend. Right, you can go. Wayne, can I have a word?"
Everyone stood up and filed out, leaving just three of them. "No, Tyler, I asked to speak with Wayne. You can go off home." He opened his mouth to protest. "Or go and wait for him. Whatever."
Defeated, Tyler nodded and followed the remainder of the Warblers out of the room. Blaine stood from leaning against his desk and walked over to the abandoned chairs, taking two and twirling them around to place them opposite each other. He sat down in one and motioned to the other for Wayne to sit on.
"Now, I know that having no time away this weekend will be hard for you, but-"
"It's fine, Clo understands. She and Sarah-"
"Wayne, stop. I was actually going to suggest that they tagged along."
"Wha- what?"
"Well, think about it. You get to see your daughter. Your girlfriend gets a break from looking after her. Tyler's parents get a peaceful weekend. Where's the problem?"
Wayne thought it through for a second. "Yeah. Yeah, alright."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah!"
"Great. Right! I guess I should let you go then. Discuss this with Chloe and all. I should... get back to Kurt."
"Yeah, sure. I think I should tell you: you've gone bright red." Blaine coloured further, coughing awkwardly. "And earlier? Didn't leave much to the imagination. Besides, you always lean against the wall so it was strange that you didn't today..."
"Alright, Wayne, thank you!"
The boy laughed. "I'll see you later, Blaine."
Blaine pushed the heels of his hands into his forehead, rubbing his eyes as he leant over his knees. "See what you to do me, Kurt?" he asked the empty room.
A sharp ring made him jump and he sat up, stood, and went over to his phone, pulling it from the speaker. He pressed the answer key before checking who it was. "Hello?"
"Hey sexy. Get home as quickly as you can."
"Why? What's wrong."
"I'm hungry." The line went dead.
I put a grammar mistake in here. Yes, on purpose. You will recieve my undying adoration if you can spot it :)
As for the quiz in last week's chapter, nobody answered! Thus, there is still an unclaimed prize. Go back and see if you can name the origin of that last line.
I like to think that the Warblers have preprepared formations that they can just get into, don't you? ;) Formation B was good here, no? ;)
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