"New Directions," Finn smirked as he entered the choir room. He slid into a rolling chair and rolled himself to the center of the room. He leaned forward at the clump of students. "Sadly, Mr. Schue won't be coming in this week. He's come down with the flu and called out the entire week in advance. But there is good news, this week is run by me. I thought we could do an open mic week." Finn paused as the students did their usual clap and applause. "So, any of you can do any song you want this week. Solo, group, duet, whatever. Just don't hog the stage and have fun."
Blaine raised his hand and stood up. Finn glared from his tight yellow jeans to his white polo shirt and then up to his completely smooth face. "Finn, I love the idea of an open mic night, but I don't think this is the time. We've got Nationals just around the corner and we don't even have a setlist selected. Shouldn't we think of a theme for this competition before we have to rush it? We can't just go ahead and come up with something the week before."
Finn nodded and shrugged, "That's more up to Schue than me."
Blaine sighed as he walked down the bleachers and over to Finn. "But don't you want to do something for the club? I mean surely you don't want to be just Mr. Schue's little helper. Setlist selection is important. Open mic night is just a way of having you do nothing while we sing."
A couple "oh's" erupted from the crowd. Finn stood up and moved the chair he was sitting in. Crossing his arms, he glared down at Blaine. "So, you're calling me what, a glorified baby-sitter? Mr. Schue's slave?"
"No, that's not what I meant," Blaine shook his head. He took a step back from Finn who was looking down with an intense enough look to unnerve the younger boy. "I meant you should show Mr. Schue how much you can accomplish. You could even combine the ideas. Open mic week, people sing songs they think should go on the setlist. Don't you-"
"Last time I checked I was the one in charge of making this week's lesson plan, not you," Finn snapped. Blaine shifted around a bit, obviously uncomfortable. Finn was shocked that Blaine still held his ground even after insulting him. "Blaine, sit down. Now. You're disrupting class and acting like a major diva."
"Diva? Finn, I just wanted to give you a suggestion. I didn't mean to offend you," Blaine said, his voice cracking. He was quieted down a little as he folded his arms. "Why are you being an asshole?"
"Well for starters you just called me a lazy glee club instructor and then you said I was an asshole. Blaine sit down and let me talk to the club, if you want setlist selection so bad just ask Schue when he comes back." Finn spat. Blaine rolled his eyes at Finn, causing him to get even more annoyed. "This is your last chance. Sit down."
"Blaine seriously. Sit the hell down," Puck called out. Blaine turned to hear similar comments from Tina, Jake and even Sam. Blaine looked around for a few moments, a bit hurt. He opened his mouth a few times but couldn't find the right words. Finally he just led words pour from his mouth.
"Fine then, but we're going to lose if you're all too lazy to think of setlists," Blaine rolled his eyes again. Blaine shrugged and looked back at Finn, who's face was positively red.
Finn shook his head as he looked at Blaine with even angrier eyes. "Why do you have to defy everything? Seriously, you are SO controlling and it needs to stop. This is not the Blaine Anderson Glee Club. We are the New Directions. I am running this as Schue is sick. You are NOT. I gave you a lesson last year and you were so controlling that you actually pissed everyone in this room off. You need to step back in line Blaine. I don't care what you have to say, god damn it. How can you sit here and tell me I'm lazy when every time I try to do something you jump in and take over? Guilty Pleasures week, Diva week, do you remember last school year when you took complete control of the New Directions?"
