Waking up in the morning, Blaine couldn't help but admire his life. So much has changed in the past year. He pulled the blankets off him, looking at the empty space before him. He looked down at his blue briefs, before back up at the room. He and Sam only could afford renting this little house. Two bedrooms and a small bathroom upstairs, a big living room and kitchen downstairs. He walked down the steps with a smile, looking at Sam's yellow bikini brief covered butt in the kitchen. Something's hadn't changed, though. His boyfriend still sported the colorful bikini briefs that showed off the ass that Blaine loved so much. Not to mention, every morning was spent either waking up to cuddling Sam, having sex with Sam or Sam being the thoughtful boyfriend he was and making Blaine morning coffee. Blaine loved the days when he came downstairs to find Sam like this, the smell of coffee going through the room.
Blaine took a few steps forward before he wrapped his arms around Sam from behind. "Good morning, babe," He yawned, his head poking at Sam's arm.
Sam smirked as he felt his boyfriend's head hit him in the arm. "Good morning, babe." Sam had said in return as he turned around to grab his boyfriend at the waist. He planted a warm kiss on Blaine's smooth cheek. He began to rub his boyfriend's back, his hands feeling at the soft, pale skin. The traveled down his spine until he rubbed up against the black waistband. He could never help himself. He had to wrap his fingers around that tight little waistband and hold it firmly in his hands. He could already feel Blaine tensing up, just before he sent the briefs sky rocketing into the air. Blaine begged him to stop, pleaded even. His ass was hanging out from the poor legbands that were scratching his inner ass and making everything tighten.
"It's seven AM. This isn't time for wedgies!" Blaine whined as he was sent to his toes, his boyfriend only laughing as he held the briefs at his shoulders. "Sammy!" He whined again.
"Give me a kiss and I'll let go," Sam winked. Blaine wasn't one to argue either, he immediately sent his lips against Sam's for a soft three second kiss. Then, he felt his underwear glide back down to his ass.
He and Sam were still wedgie heavy guys. Some things really don't change. He thought about this his entire ride to Dalton. Smiling the whole way to the empty Warblers meeting room. That was, until he heard a knock at the door. He turned to see a young, gorgeous black woman smiling by the doorway. She even wore the Dalton jacket. But... this was a men's school. "Hello?" Blaine turned to her.
"Hi, I'm Jane. I'm new to this school. I wanted to audition for the Warblers." She smiled, looking warm and bubbly even.
Blaine stood still for a minute. Now he was thinking, a change might just do him good.
---GLEE---
Anger in his step, Bryan Ryan stomped through the crowded hallways of Mckinley. He had gotten rid of the glee club, yet it kept popping back up like a weed. Not this time, though. He intended to destroy it at all costs. All costs.
He shoved students aside, making his way through the halls at record speed. Then, he found himself forcing the door to an old bathroom open. He knew that bathroom was notorious for Mckinley's two biggest bullies to hang out when they skipped class. He wasn't surprised at all to find the young men, both pale brunettes sporting their red lettermen jackets, turning to him with surprised expressions on their faces. "Principal Ryan," One spoke up, "We were just using the bathroom."
"Ted, Drew, I don't care. How would you like a get out of detention free pass for three months?" Bryan suggested, a persuasive and quite charismatic smile planted on his face.
"Depends on what the catch is," Drew crossed his arms.
"You bully Sam Evans, Noah Puckerman, Finn Hudson and whomever else should join the stupid glee club. Constantly and harshly." Bryan raised an eyebrow, "Wedgies would be the preferable form of bullying."
