"Blaine! What the hell!" Finn shouted, "We agreed on giving him a xerox wedgie after the performance!"
"No! Puck told me we were doing this!" Blaine shouted back, "It was his idea."
Puck cracked a smile and quickly forced it away. "As hilarious as it was, it wasn't my idea."
All the guys looked at Blaine in anger, including Sam. Blaine backed away, feeling guilty. He found himself bumped into a xerox machine, the same one they planned on using for Ryder. "Sam? Tell them it wasn't my idea," Blaine begged, "You know it wasn't."
"It doesn't matter," Sam shrugged, "You did it."
Blaine gulped and closed his eyes. "So, you're all pretty pissed, I take it?"
Finn cracked his knuckles and looked at Blaine. "Oh, we are."
"I think that maybe it's not Ryder who should get that xerox wedgie," Jake suggested, "we have someone more deserving."
"Hey," Blaine pushed at Jake, "come on! Puck should be the one getting the wedgie. He told me to!"
"Turn him around," Puck ordered. Like minions, Jake and Ryder immediately did as told. Blaine fought as the sophomore boys easily overpowered him. Blaine whimpered as he felt a pair of hands grab his slacks and slowly bring them to his ankles. Now it was Blaine standing in his tighty whities, not Ryder. "Blaine, it's wedgie time."
Blaine bit his lip and held the copy machine tight. He waited patiently for the pain. And quick enough,
his undies cut into his ass like a knife cuts into butter. The legbands snapping right into his ass. He might as well be wearing a thong, if thongs were actually painful. He couldn't hold back his yells as his friend grabbed his waistband tighter and stretched out his underpants more. He couldn't move his arms as they were trapped by the laughing boys with their tight grip.
"How's the wedgie?" Ryder teased, as Blaine was brought to his toes. He squeaked in pain, his briefs almost ready to become a hat. And within seconds his underwear stuck to his head and inside his butt in the worst possible way.
Blaine was in an atomic wedgie, a feeling he wasn't exactly fond of. And that was painful, until true humiliation set in. His body was easily lifted onto the xerox machine behind him. His bare ass was burning in pain, but the cold glass caused him to jump. He was blinded by the sight of his cotton underwear, but he could hear enough to hear the sound of his butt being scanned, and eventually his still wedgie-covered face.
Blaine screamed when he felt his legholes receive a huge yank. "Puck, he's learned his lesson."Puck lifted his legholes even higher, "he got us disqualified."
"He's still our friend. Which means one atomic wedgie is enough!"
Blaine waited a few minutes, in so much pain he didn't quite understand what happened. His flash to reality was the feeling of his wedgie being pulled off his head. "You okay?"
"Yeah," Blaine groaned. His eyes eventually met the piece of paper below him. There was a copy of his plump, wedgied ass right beside his face... And name. "Oh my god!"
"Puck has the other 99," Sam laughed.
"This is so embarrassing." Blaine sighed, laying his head on the xerox machine. He yelped when he felt his legholes jump up his ass again, "I thought you said I had enough?"
"From Puck," Sam corrected, another harsh yank coming his way, "I'm pissed too!"
"I'm sorry!" Blaine cried, feeling his leghes climb higher up his back.
