Finn waddled down the hallway practically squeezing his ass to death. Just from where he was he could see a jock using one hand to hold Puck in a bent over position while the other pulled on a tight pair of Star Wars themed briefs. He winced as he made his way further, only to see Puck be freed from his wedgie and waddle similar to Finn towards him. The pair met in the hallway and held up their clipboards. "Ninety-Two signatures," Finn said proudly.
"One hundred and forty-four," Puck said with a winning grin, tossing his clipboard into Finn's hands. "That's over two hundred students signing our petition to keep the glee club."
"Are you sure a wedgie for a signature was the best?" Finn asked, rubbing his sore crack through his jeans, "I mean, sure we only let people pull twice but I went through seven pairs of undies. Didn't it kill your ass?"
Puck shrugged with a boyishly charming smile. "Sure, but I may or may not have enjoyed it. I may have enjoyed it four times," he winked.
Finn made a face of disgust and he looked down at the ground. "Puck, gross. Besides, we need to focus. We need a way to raise enough money to keep the glee club alive next year. We need something bigger than the school. We need to spread our charity through the town."
"Wedgie Sale? Like the good old days?" Puck grinned happily.
"Wedgie Sale," Finn nodded. "With enough luck we can get Me, You, Sam, Blaine, Jake, Schue, Burt and Ryder in on the plan."
"What can we get me on in?" Blaine asked, approaching with Sam. His hands were on his head, holding a red mark on his forehead. "A wedgie sale?"
"It's like when the guys sell wedgies to people. We want to make enough money to bring back glee club." Finn explained, "Sam? Blaine? You two down to sell some wedgies?"
"I'm sure as hell in," Sam agreed.
"So am I." Blaine nodded, "It's also Coop's final few days before he flies back to Hollywood. I'll see if he wants to help."
"We'll be doing it around town," Finn added, "Meet in the auto shop around ten in the morning tomorrow and I'll give you all the posts. And... Break!"
---GLEE---
SCHUE
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The fact that I agreed to this whole Wedgie Sale idea was idiotic. But this glee club is my life. If there's anything at all I could do to save it from dying I would. That included walked around the skatepark area with a shirt that read "Wedgie Me" with an arrow pointing to my cheap briefs. The second I got there with Ryder, I realized why I was sent there. The skatepark was filled with boys of all ages, all of whom who'd taken my class before. The ones who weren't were serious thug looking boys. Me with my curly hair and clean cut look didn't stand a chance. I was up against boys I'd failed before and strong young men. I went through pair after pair in that skatepark and somehow... All the briefs I had were gone. I knew between the ten dollar atomics and five dollar melvins that I made well over a grand in those torturous hours.
RYDER
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I was sent right out with Schue to the park surrounding the skate park. Schue was picked for his spot because of the group there, and so was I. There were tons of jocks playing football shirtless and jumping around all sweaty. All of whom I'd left behind for the glee club. They wanted revenge and they definitely got it. I counted the time, and my wedgies exceeded four hours. I made over a grand atleast as I walked around with torn briefs and squished balls. My ass burned by the end and I would do anything to just sit in a pair of non wedgied underpants and nap.
