Teenage Dream (Blaine Anderson - Glee)

=Feud=

"If you ever mis gender her again, I kick you in the balls so hard, that it will reverse puberty." 

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Finn and Mr. Schue were feuding, and we - Tina, Artie, Blaine and I - had, had enough of it. So we did the only logical thing we could think of. We staged an intervention.

"Mr. Schue, Finn, thank you for agreeing to this sit-down. We've all noticed the tension between you ever since Finn admitted he kissed Miss Pillsbury." Artie said, referring to the time Mr. Schue made Finn take back off the coffees he had gotten us when he tasted three pumps of mocha instead of two, and the time where Finn picked up Mr. Schue's dry cleaning and criticized him for the dry cleaners bad job.

"No surprise. Finn has been acting like he's losing his mind." Tina added, referring to the time when Finn blew up at Mr. Schue for complimenting Ryder, and the subtext of his words was a passive aggressive insult at Finn and Finn kicked a music stand.

"You're feuding. And it needs to stop." Blaine said, as I wrote 'Feuds' on the whiteboard.

"Seriously. It's like Hatfield's and McCoy's in here." Artie said with a roll of his eyes.

"So epic musical feuds is our theme." I said, as Blaine and I sat back down on our stools.

"And for the first time in Glee Club history, we are giving you, our fearless leaders, an assignment." Blaine added.

"You two will explore and resolve your differences by performing a song together inspired by a classic musical rivalry." Artie explained further.

"Guys-" Mr. Schue said, trying to put a stop to this but Tina interrupted him.

"Regionals are coming up, Mr. Schue, and if we're gonna have any chance of winning, we need both of you."

"On the same page."

"And on the same team." I said, finishing for Blaine. He discreetly high-fived me as Mr. Schue and Finn shared a look of bewilderment.

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{Blaine's POV}

Sue called me and Tina into her office, I didn't know why and to be completely honest - I didn't want to know why.

"Young Burt Reynolds, may I gently remind you that on Wednesday, December 5, you joined the Cheerios! but you've been conspicuously absent from practice since Thursday, December 6." Sue said when we sat down in her office.

"We've told you, we only joined for a day when we thought Glee Club was disbanding." I reiterated, my eyebrows furrowing.

"And yet you signed this legally binding contract that clearly states on page 43, paragraph 7C-9: 'Blaine Devon Anderson will provide said Cheerios duty at any and all pep rallies, assemblies, town meetings, state fairs, concerts, television programs, motion pictures, video games, Republican national conventions...'" She said, holding up a contract and reading from it.

"I never signed that."

"Well, that's funny, because your signature says you did." She said, waving the contract in my face. I studied the signature closely, I 100% didn't sign that

"That's a forgery."

"And you can't prove that."

"I probably could."

"Cheerios Regionals is fast approaching, and I need a shiny, sexually non-threatening guy to hoist up some of the most gorgeous girls in America over his head, have a bird's-eye view of their baby oven, and not be even remotely interested. And that would be you." She said, leaning back in her seat.