Teenage Dream (Blaine Anderson - Glee)

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"I don't understand how you could focus on anything else when your girlfriend is Quinn Fabray,"

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Pretty much everyone had come back for the last couple of weeks of Glee club. Whilst it was sad that it was ending, it was nice to have everyone back. Although, you could tell not everything was going to go well - Mercedes and Rachel hadn't even been here for...10 minutes and they were already fighting over who was the biggest star that McKinley had produced. There was one vacant seat in front of Blaine and I and in between Quinn and Unique and Mercedes and Rachel decided to fight over it. They both rushed forward, Rachel getting to the seat before Mercedes and smiling cockily up at her.

"Greet each other." Kurt hissed, he was sat on Blaine's other side whilst I was in between Blaine and Mike.

"Hello, Rachel. I am so happy to hear about all of your success." Mercedes said with a fake smile.

"Oh, thank you so much, Mercedes. And you are looking well." Rachel said with the same amount of fake enthusiasm as Mercedes.

"Thank you. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'll make my way to the back of the bus." Mercedes said somewhat bitterly before going to sit at the back of the class.

"That was tense, there's definitely going to be some kind of Diva-off this week." I whispered to Blaine, who nodded in agreement. Mr. Schue came strolling in, late as usual, and wrote '100'on the board.

"100 lessons." Mr. Schue said before being interrupted by Puck.

"Hey, can I get Finn's plaque when we clear this place out?" He asked hopefully.

"No, the plaque stays here. Lillian and Finn belong here at McKinley." Mr. Schue said, making puck slouch in his seat disappointedly. "It means so much to me that so many of you came back on such short notice to celebrate the past few years. To sit in this room one last time and sing. Your assignment is to sing one of the songs we sang in here, but reinvented in some way. Way back in the old days when I started the glee club, I would give an assignment, and then I would... I would give a little demonstration of what I was looking for." Mr. Schue said, making everyone cheer.

"See, you all cheer now, but just wait till he starts rapping." Santana said, her eyebrows raised.

"Okay, no hip-hop today, Santana. However, I have asked a very special person to come join me. And it seemed appropriate since her contributions helped save the glee club, or at least the auditorium way back when. Please welcome, all the way from Broadway, Miss April Rhodes!"

"Hey, y'all!" A lady said, throwing open the door to the choir room. Most of the old members of Glee club jumped up and started cheering for her, but the newer ones like, Blaine, myself, Kitty, Marley, stayed seated - having no idea who she was. 

Mr. Schue went and grabbed a few bottles of sparkling cider and some champagne flutes as the group crowded around the piano. April chattered on about her time on Broadway and it was strangely riveting, she was a very charismatic woman. Blaine stood behind me, his arms around my waist and his chin propped up on my shoulder, every so often he would nuzzle closer to me or gently squeeze my waist, as if to let me know that he was still there.

"So, Mr. Moneybags says to me, he says, 'April Rhodes, you sing like an angel "and make love like a tiger. But the old ball and chain's got your number. So I'm afraid I gots to set you loose.' So, you know what he did? He bought me an island!" She said, making all jaws drop in surprise. "That's right. I own my own island in the Caribbean called Santa Abrilrodeo. It's not war-torn or filled with landslides or got destitute locals in it. Just me and my manservant Kadeem. With long, sensuous nights full of home-brewed poi and intimate massage..."