"Good morning, Vocal Adrenaline!" Will Schuester smiled as he headed down the hallway to his glee club. He smirked as he heard the laughter in the building. It was always good to see his club in a good mood, it made for much easier practices. "What's going on? What's so funny?" He asked.
"Thomas over here," One of the boys had to pause to let out another giggle as he said this, "Is wearing tighty whities."
Will raised an eyebrow. He was surprised to hear it. He felt like he was transported back to the New Directions. The original New Directions. "So? It is just underpants, guys. What's so funny about it, anyway? I've never really understood the bad mojo that comes with white briefs?"
"Underwear shouldn't be white," Someone called out.
"One word- man granny panties." Someone else announced. Will didn't even want to start on the fact that what he said, was in fact, not one word.
"Total wedgie magnets." Someone else laughed.
"The fact that you don't understand shows you like them," Some other boy laughed out. Before Will could even get a chance to fire back, he felt his tight jeans slide down his legs to reveal his very own tight white briefs. They hugged his hips and showed off his bulge and definitely did a lot for his nice, tight ass.
"Ha ha, very funny," He rolled his eyes as his students laughed right at him. He bent over to pull them up and realized this wasn't New Directions. These were the types of people who would've bullied the New Directions. He needed to teach them a lesson.
---GLEE---
"Hey, Schue," Finn couldn't help but smile as he slid into the seat beside Finn in the Carmel High Auditorium. It was a much larger auditorium than at Mckinley and the rehearsal going up on stage was a hell of a lot larger too. "What did you need?"
Will sighed, never taking his eyes off his students to look at Finn. Still, he leaned in closer. "These kids are bullies. I mean, just today they themselves had teased this boy mercilessly for wearing white briefs."
"Welcome to my life," Finn nodded.
"But, did you deal with that in glee club? I remember seeing just the harassment coming from outside the glee club." Will clarified.
"Of course not," Finn scoffed. Glee club had always been their safe haven. Every single guy there could be tortured the second he walked out of that room, but inside was home. Nothing but love, and yes, still wedgies. "I don't see why I'm here, though."
"Can you tell them your story?" Will finally turned to Finn. "I think it would do a hell of a lot. It could make these kids more open, maybe even be nicer to one another."
It was immediately that Finn agreed, but another twenty minutes later before he began to speak to the students. He stood on the stage, looking down now at the large auditorium and giving away his own story of tighty whitey torture throughout his high school career. Will hoped it would give the kids a new idea.
And it did. A very, very intricate idea.
In the entirely wrong way.
---GLEE---
"What do you want for dinner?" Blaine asked, squeezing Sam's hand a little. He turned his head as he stepped down to the blacktop of the parking lot in Mckinley High. "I do not feel like cooking one bit."
"We can always jus- shit," Sam sighed as he felt in the front pocket of his old faded jeans and couldn't feel his phone. "I think I left my phone in my office. Would you mind giving me a minute?"
