Will walked into the choir room with a smile. "It's Billy Joel Week!" He announced, stepping in. It took him a second to step back and tilt his head. He looked before him at the 7 kids before him. Jake, Tina, Marley, Ryder, Unique, Kitty and Finn. "Where is everyone else?"
"Puck, Blaine and Sam all went to New York," Jake explained, "Puck has an interview with a video production company and Sam has a model agency interview. Blaine has to do some admissions stuff for NYADA. Not to mention a few of the girls went on some spa retreat."
Will nodded and shrugged. "Their loss. I think we're going to have a much nicer time here with our man Billy. Let's get to it, Shall we? Finn, Drum Roll please!"
---GLEE---
"Welcome! Oh my god, it's been so long!" Rachel gleamed as she opened the door. She stepped out past them but held the door open. "I'd love to catch back up with you boys but I am extraordinarily late for class. So, please make yourself at home. I won't be home until late, so we'll chat in the morning. And Kurt's room is yours for the week. Bye guys!"
"Bye Rachel!" Blaine, Sam and Puck all smiled in unison. The trio stepped inside the house and looked around. A studio apartment with rooms only separated by thin curtains. It was Blaine who led the boys through an opening in one of the curtains and into Kurt's room. It was a small room. A queen bed in the middle with a dresser against the wall.
"So... This is it." Blaine smiled, "I'm thinking I'm going to take a nap, though. Jet lag."
"I think I'll join you," Puck smiled, pulling off his shirt. Blaine's mouth dropped as he eyed Puck's body. Puck's jeans were still hanging loosely off his hips. The shocking part was the pair of neon pink bikini briefs that stretched up his back. The leg holes stretched themselves all the way up and sat in a nice shoulder wedgie. Puck looked over at his two friends, who both had their jaws on the floor. "What are you giving me that look for?"
"Did... Did you fly the entire way here in a shoulder wedgie?" Blaine asked. He watched as Puck slipped the underpants off his shoulders and back into a normal state.
"I'm not surprised that he did that, but those are my freakin' underwear!" Sam exclaimed, "And you stretched them all out!
Puck sighed and stomped away. It was silent for a minute until the stomping returned. Sam turned around and found his sight covered by a layer of pink. "Don't yell at me Evans," Puck growled. He yanked the front of the briefs down over Sam's face as if he were pulling them for a wedgie.
Sam shrieked and pushed Puck away. He sniffed and then nearly threw up. But opening his mouth he breathed the smell in. "Dude! You creamed in my underwear!" Sam shouted, before pushing again, "These are still wet! Get off!"
Puck giggled as he snatched the bikini briefs off Sam's head and tossed them aside. The pair looked at each other for a single moment before breaking out in a fit of laughter. Sam tackled Puck onto the bed. They landed beside Blaine for a moment until the laughter died down and Sam rolled between his two close friends. "Sam," Puck took a deep breath, a smile still apparent on his face, "Gimme some room."
"There's no more room," Sam whined.
"Guys, shut up." Blaine laughed, "We're in New York City. We're gonna live here one day! Probably with separate beds and all but-"
"Whatever," Puck cut him off, "I'm taking a nap on the couch."
---GLEE---
Jake clutched the long stem roses against his chest as he walked down the hallway. His heart followed the thump, thump, thump of his heavy walk. He stopped at the entrance to the choir room and took a deep breath. There was Marley all smiles and giggles, standing with Ryder. Jake missed her laugh. He walked through the doorway with a hopefulness. He was greeted by nothing but the glares of the students he was once close with. "Uh, Hi," He gave a partial smile. Marley didn't respond, she only crossed her arms. Jake held out the flowers weakly, "These, uh, These are for you. I'm sorry about what I did with that- that girl..."
Marley snatched the flowers and gave him a slight grin as she brushed past him. What did that even mean? He turned to face her as she strode away and her lips pursed for a moment as she dropped the roses to the trashcan. Her stomps could be heard even as she made her way far, far away from the choir room. Jake turned his head at Ryder and gave him a look defeat. He expected some kind of support from Ryder, his supposed best friend. That wasn't what he was greeted with. Ryder instead shook his head at Jake as he slung his backpack over his shoulder. "Oh, you're mad at me now, too?"
Ryder rolled his eyes and walked behind Jake. He looked down in anger. Without Sam, Blaine or Puck here he really didn't have any friends here. Suddenly, his thoughts were pulled out of him as his underpants were pulled up his back. His stretchy little black string bikini was digging deep into his ass. He bit his lip to avoid giving Ryder the satisfaction of knowing he hurt Jake. He thought a week without Puck or Sam meant a week completely free of wedgies. Clearly, his underpants weren't safe around anybody. They stretched up his back and he was straining himself just to stay quiet. The underpants were having issues just making it past his mid back. Now, there wasn't much wedgie-ing left to do. Ryder just yanked the material and let it ram repeatedly against his hole. He finally let out a loud "oof" at an unexpected tugging. At that point the noise repeated each and every time he let the material smack into his crack. "Ryder!" He shouted, "You're supposed to be on my side!"
Ryder gave another evil tug on his friend's underpants. "I'm on the side of whoever's right. Bros before hoes doesn't even apply here because you're still the ho in this situation."
Leave it to Ryder to think of something clever like that as he harmed Jake's crack. He was rubbing it absolutely raw with each pull. Even Puck would've given up by now, he would've realized this wedgie wasn't going to be anymore painful. It took Ryder another two minutes to figure that out and let his poor asshole breathe. The material stung the small of his back, causing him to immediately pull the material from his ass. He freed his wedgie as fast as he could and watched as Ryder walked away. He could just see how proud Ryder was. So, he stopped for a moment. Ryder wasn't worth going after.
---GLEE---
