Within a year Finn and Rachel got married, Sam and Mercedes moved in together, along with Santana, and Kurt and Blaine continued to plan their own wedding. The gang lived in harmony... as much as four 19 and 20 year olds can in one apartment with Sam, Mercedes and Santana constantly around despite the fact they didn't live in the loft any more. Still, whenever they started getting at each other's throats, Sam would intervene and force them all out for an evening of fun.

One night, everyone had gone along to Callbacks to celebrate Rachel, Kurt and Blaine finishing their exams at NYADA.

"You know your duet was the talk of the school, you two?" said Kurt, sipping his drink.

"What can we say, we're both just amazing performers!" said Rachel, putting an arm around Blaine's shoulders. Blaine laughed modestly.

"I swear Carmen Tibideaux looked ready to murder us when we got up there. After she roasted the five people who came before us, I was not expecting to make it out alive. But when she was smiling by the end..." he trailed off with a small smile and Sam clapped him on the shoulder.

"We all knew you'd kill it, dude." said Sam.

"Yeah," added Mercedes, "With you and Miss Diva here, there was no way you could fail."

"Yes, I think my inner diva definitely helped when it came to facing Carmen." said Rachel.

"Hey, I'd like to think my performance was of diva-standard too!" said Blaine, somewhat indignantly. "There's no way I could have pulled off that song without some diva attitude!"

"I'm not saying you weren't absolutely amazing, Blaine, the gossip at NYADA has proved that, but I'm just not sure you have... the same diva character of, say, Mercedes and I." said Rachel.

"Uh, guys can be divas too." said Blaine.

"Oh, so you think you're a bigger diva than me?" said Rachel, raising her eyebrows.

There were a few "Ooohhhh"'s from the group and Sam started chanting "Diva off! Diva off!"

"You know what, Anderson?" said Rachel, "I challenge you to the next Midnight Madness!"

"Why not settle this right now? Or is it too short notice for you, Mrs Hudson?" said Blaine, standing up.

Rachel looked up at him, lips pursed, half shocked, half amused. Blaine shrugged nonchalantly and immediately turned round, striding across the room towards the stage. Rachel glanced at the rest of the group and hurried after him, weaving through all the tables. Blaine had already spoken to the DJ and threw a microphone to Rachel, flipping his own confidently in his hand.

"I don't envy you having to live with them." Mercedes said to Kurt and Finn. "One minute they're best friends, the next it's a battle to the death."

"Well, me and Rachel have been looking for our own place..." said Finn, "You know, since we got married..."

"What Finn means to say," interjected Kurt, "Is that we love them both, even when they get a little... dramatic."

Other bar-goers looked up in interest at the activity on the stage. A modern remix of a familiar song began to play, loudly pounding through the bar, and Blaine started to sing.

You were working as a waitress in a cocktail bar

When I met you

Blaine was boldly taunting Rachel with the lyrics to the song.

I picked you out, I shook you up and turned you around

Turned you into someone new

He sang mainly to his audience, but kept turning back to make eye contact with Rachel.

Now five years later on you've got the world at your feet

Success has been so easy for you

But don't forget it's me who put you where you are now

And I can put you back down too

Don't-

Blaine's microphone had just too much reverb on it and it made him sound amazing.

Don't you want me

You know I can't believe it when I hear that you won't see me

Don't

Don't you want me

You know I don't believe it when you say that you don't need me

Suddenly Rachel's voice joined Blaine's.

It's much too late to find

You think you've changed your mind

You'd better change it back or we will both be sorry

As the chorus began, so did the contest for centre stage.

Don't you want me, baby?

Don't you want me, oh

The two of them seemed to be zoning in on somewhat terrified audience members, throwing their arms out as if asking "Don't you want me more than him?" or "Aren't I better than her?"

Don't you want me, baby?

Don't you want me, oh

Rachel lightly pushed Blaine to the side.

I was working as a waitress in a cocktail bar

That much is true

She turned to him, sneering.

But even then I knew I'd find a much better place

Either with or without you

The five years we have had have been such good times

She looked him in the eye and sang contemptuously.

I still love you

She flipped her hair round to face her audience again.

But now I think it's time I lived my life on my own

I guess it's just what I must do

Blaine began again, and Rachel imitated him, mockingly.

Don't

(Don't!)

Don't you want me?

(Don't you want me?)

You know I can't believe it when I hear that you won't see me

Don't

(Don't!)

Don't you want me?

(Don't you want me?)

You know I don't believe it when you say that you don't need me

They faced one another, singing together again, with death grips on their microphones and stares that would rival Carmen Tibideaux.

It's much too late to find

You think you've changed your mind

You'd better change it back or we will both be sorry

With massive energy the two of them jumped off the stage and started dancing through the tables of people fixated by the electric performance in front of them. Blaine sang right in people's faces, daring them to side with Rachel. Rachel twirled around to the music, pretending Blaine wasn't there.

Don't you want me, baby?

Don't you want me, oh

Don't you want me, baby?

Don't you want me, oh

Blaine took his place centre stage again, still singing, while Rachel wound her way over to her husband and friends.

Oh

Oh

Oh

Oh

Rachel shot a look at the group of friends, who smiled uncomfortably back, not wanting to appear to take sides. The music got louder as Blaine approached the chorus up on stage.

Oh

Oh

Oh

Oh

Rachel and Blaine pointed at eachother from across the room, their voices joining together.

Don't you want me, baby?

Don't you want me, oh

Don't you want me, baby?

Don't you want me, oh

Rachel started adding her own spin to the song, making her way back on to the stage, much to the annoyance of Blaine -

Don't you want me, baby? (Baby)

Don't you want me, oh

-who decided to copy her addition.

Don't you want me, baby? (Baby)

Don't you want me, oh

They lifted the note of the 'oh' high, receiving some applause and cheers from the crowd.

Don't you want me, baby? (Oh-oh)

Don't you want me, oh

They sang the final line in perfect unison, the final note echoing in the speakers.

Don't you want me, baby?

Blaine ended the song head down, with his arms by his side. Rachel stood with her microphone angled upwards, one hand pointing to the ceiling.

Everyone in the bar stood up to give them an uproarious standing ovation.

"Wow." said Finn. Sam let out a whistle.

Santana clapped slowly, shaking her head incredulously.

"I didn't think helmet-hair had it in him."

"When they go for it, they go for it." said Mercedes.

Blaine and Rachel arrived back at their seats, shaking people's hands as they came.

"You were incredible!" said Kurt, giving Blaine a hug while Finn did the same to Rachel.

"And before we have to witness round two," said Mercedes, "You are both honorary divas."

"I think we got a tad carried away." said Blaine, turning to Rachel with a smile.

"We both proved ourselves up there."

"And possibly scared some customers into never coming back in the process!" said Blaine. The group laughed, and sat down to finish their drinks.