Blaine pulled open his brown paper bag and neatly placed his sandwich, water and chips in front of him at the piano. The cafeteria became one of the worst place for wedgies in the past months, so the young gay made it his mission to find a new place to eat his meals. Fortunately, Schue understood their position and kindly offered the choir room so the boys wouldn't have to suffer through anymore wedgies. He was usually the first one to lunch and even now, he was the first one to the choir room.
He reached for his sandwich, until he felt an arm go around his neck. There was Puck, his sweaty arms putting him in a headlock. "Puck!" Blaine half-laughed, half-struggled, "Get off!"
"Knock it off, asshole," Sam giggled as he entered the choir room. Blaine was relieved when his older friend let him go. He watched as his two friends both pounced to the tops of the piano with a smile.
"What's up, Blainsters?"
"Actually, I wanted to run an idea past you guys. I was thinking of proposing a senior lock in as my final act of class president. What do you think?" Blaine asked, "It's our trio's final night of fun as high schoolers."
"I'm down," Puck shrugged, grabbing a half of Blaine's sandwich and shoving it in his mouth. "We can lock ourselves in the choir room with some blankets and play video games in our underwear all night."
"That's what we do almost every night," Sam reminded. "And I hate to be the pessimist here guys, but there's no way Bryan Ryan will let us do this. He hates the glee club."
"I'm senior class president. If I have time to put together a presentation he would definitely say yes." Blaine smiled. He let the words slip out of his mouth before he could think, but it was a good idea! He let his smile remain, "I think I'll do just that."
---GLEE---
"You wanted to see me?" Bryan asked, as he walked into an empty classroom later that day. He was called in by Blaine for "official senior class" presentations. He had no clue what it meant, but he had to deal with these students.
"Yes, Yes." Blaine nodded as he pointed to a seat. "Please, take a seat." As Bryan did as he was told, Blaine stood in front of him. He felt like a teacher, but only with one student. "I wanted to present to you the idea of a senior lock-in. And before you say no. Hear me out. We can charge students 10 dollars each for entry and you allow them to stay in the school over the night. We have leftover food in the cafeteria we could use for the students. That ten dollars can pay a few chaperoning teachers and still leave more than a twenty-five percent profit. And that's the financial standing point of it. As a-"
"Blaine," Bryan held his hand up. "It's a fine idea. In fact, if you had presented this to me a month ago I would have said yes. Next week all the clubs are going away for competitions. Then it's graduation. The idea is great, it would make me look better in fact. However, there is no time to put this together."
"But there is-" Blaine said, before getting cut off.
"Blaine. There is not enough time. Thank you for supplying me with an idea that might be used in future years but for now, just have a sleepover with your little buddies." Bryan said. It was clear it was final. He even walked away to avoid any future competition and quickly brushed past Sam and Puck as they walked in.
"Was it a yes?" Puck asked.
Blaine shook his head, causing Sam to shoot his best "i told you so" face at the boys. "Not surprising. Why can't we just sleepover at our place?"
"Or," Puck looked between his friends with a wry smile, "We could break in."
"Break in? Overnight?" Blaine said. He was a bit nervous. He wasn't a rule breaker. Not even close. But, he realized that with a NYADA acceptance letter already promised to him, what could happen? There was no time for anything, detention included, Bryan said so. So, he decided to go a way not typical of himself. "I'm in."
