"I can't think of a single alright plan to stop Sue from leaking those photos to the school," Blaine groaned as he stepped down his steps with a groan, "Sam, if they release these photos it'll be the death of me."
Sam took a deep breath as he started towards Blaine with an odd expression. When he met him at the bottom of the stairs he looked into his eyes, "I need to talk to you about something," he began, "don't freak out."
"Sam?" Blaine asked, raising an eyebrow.
Sam put his hands on Blaine's shoulder and took a deep breath, "Kurt is back in town."
Blaine's eyes widened as he stood completely still. "But, this is such a bad time. He's still pissed and im not over him. Sam-"
Sam swiftly wrapped his arms around his bestie and brought him in tight, "I know it's tough, kid, but I'm gonna be here for you."
Blaine was actually calmed down by Sam's hugs. There was something about such a muscular, sweet guy wrapping him up that always made him feel better. "Sam, you always make me feel so much better."
"You make me feel better too, you just don't notice it," Sam whispered with his chin resting on Blaine's head, smiling. "Maybe it's all the wedgies I get to give you."
Sam squeezed Blaine's red and white striped briefs between his hands and pulled his friend off the ground. With Blaine off the ground, Sam yanked his legholes all the way up his back. Blaine wrapped his arms and legs around Sam and squeezed as hard as he could. "Sam!" Blaine laughed, despite the pain. His arms wrapped around Sam's neck and tensed up.
Sam laughed as he fell down onto the couch, trapping Blaine underneath of him. Both boys made just the slightest eye contact before they broke down into hysterics. "Hey," Blaine smiled, "that's not fair! You're not wearing undies, so I can't even get you back."
Sam cracked a grin as he gave Blaine a quick slap to his cheek. He rolled off the couch and onto the floor with a chuckle, "Do all these wedgies mean you like me?" Blaine teased.
Sam cracked a smile, "I've got a total thing for over-gelled gay guys with fat asses but strangely short heights."
"Oh, it is on!" Blaine shouted. Sam tried to run, but he easily had the waist of his sweatpants grabbed. Blaine hiked the waistband up in order to give Sam a massive pants wedgie. Sam grunted as his sweatpants dug up his ass and hurt his entire lower half. "You don't need undies for a wedgie!"
"Blaine! Seriously," Sam giggled as he wrestled himself away from Blaine. After a few minutes he found himself lying beside Blaine, his wedgie in too deep. He looked to Blaine with a smile, "You can do this tomorrow, Blaine. Trust me."
"I'm trying my best, for you," Blaine smiled sheepishly, "But, come on. I think it's time we call it a day."
---GLEE---
The next day, Jake walked into the choir room. Her forgotten his jacket there, again. He grabbed the blue zipper hoody and turned around. In a flash, he almost collided with Mr. Schue. "Oh, Schue," Jake scratched his neck, "I, uh, left my jacket."
"Can you sit down, Jake?" Schue said with precision in his voice.
Jake took a step back as he raised his eyebrow. "Am I in trouble? I swear I didn't do anything!"
Schue flashed just the quickest smirk before shaking his head. "The opposite actually, come on, sit."
With Jake's plump rear end in a seat, he looked up at his glee club instructor. He folded his hands and eagerly awaited for Schue to speak.
"Regionals is coming up. That means we need two seperate solos, two duets and a group number. I already promised Blaine a solo, but I think you deserve the second solo," Schue explained, "You're the best dancer in the show choir competition, we need you front and center to show that off."
