Blaine sat in class, tapping his pencil on the desk. He looked up as Puck walked up. From across the room he came over and sat down beside Blaine. "Yo, Blaine, I have a perfect idea."
"Which is?" Blaine leaned over, resting his head in the hands and looking to his friend.
"A Sadie Hawkins dance. It will get me some major popularity points with the chicks. Feminism and Shit," Puck explained, with a devious smile on his face.
"I'll ignore the borderline sexism because that's actually a really good idea." Blaine smiled, "I'll bring the idea up after school to the rest of the student government."
"But I want to be the guy running it," Puck held a finger up to stop Blaine.Blaine smiled and held out his hand, "As long as you actually are responsible with it."
"You have yourself a deal Mr. Anderson." Puck smiled as he shook Blaine's hand.
---GLEE---
Jake walked up the steps. He saw the light on, just creeping out of Puck's room. Looking at his watch, Jake slowly pushed the door open. He spotted Puck in his bed, chilling in a pair of his blue power rangers briefs. He bit his lips as he scribbled into his notebook, looking up only after a few minutes. "Do you need something?"
"What are you doing?" It's a Friday night and here you are, chilling in your bed... doing homework."
Puck scoffed and tossed his notebook aside, "I'm planning the dance remember. Except, I'm not the kinda guy that knows what kind of music to add to the playlist or decorations. Blaine wants something original."
Jake leaned against the door. "Have you considered maybe making it an indie theme?"
"Indie?"
"Yeah, play music from indie artists. Rap like Angel Haze or maybe even Childish Gambino. Pop music like Marina and the Diamonds or Sky Ferreirra. Then go into rock stuff like, I don't know, you catch my
drift. Make people wear vintage type clothes."
Puck smiled, "Sounds hipsters. But... I like it because Blaine will love the idea. Except I have no idea who any of those artists are nor do I think I've seen vintage clothing."
Jake shrugged, "Have you had any thought as to who you're bringing?"
"Kitty," Puck rolled his eyes, "Has Marley asked you?"
"Not yet..." Jake looked down turning red-faced.
"She will," Puck stood up with a smile, "Anyway, want dinner?"
Jake nodded, and with a smile followed his brother down the steps. Walking down behind his brother, he smiled at his brother's usual natural wedgie, "I think your ass wants some dinner."
"You'd think a little punk like you would be over the whole natural wedgie thing by now." Puck rolled his eyes.
"Who says it was a natural wedgie joke, not a real one?" Jake challenged. He quickly snatched his older brother's waistband and lifted it up. He was already two steps higher, and that meant more leverage to pull. Hell, after three pulls he had his older bro's underpants near his armpits. He was satisfied with that. So, he let his briefs return to where they belonged.
Puck didn't bother picking his own underpants from his behind before he got a wicked smile on his face, "Oh you are dead!"
"Catch me!" Jake yelled as he ran up the steps.
---GLEE---
Blaine looked through the notebook Puck had returned to him that Monday. He sat at study hall, loving Puck's idea. "What's going on?" Finn said, walking into the classroom and sitting beside his friend. He leaned over at the notebook, "Looks like Puck got really into this."
