Teenage Dream (Blaine Anderson - Glee)

=Guilty Pleasures=

"Where were you Tina? Rubbing VapoRub on Mr. Schue's chest?"

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{Blaine's POV}

"Here. Don't tell anyone and you don't have to thank me." I said, approaching Sam's locker and handing him a wad of money.

"Dude, what are you doing?" He asked confusedly.

"It's only 50 bucks. Just take the money. I know what you've been up to, and it just has to stop." I said, trying to force him into taking the money.

"What are you talking about?" He asked, obviously getting embarrassed.

"Last week, I found a shortcut between my locker and the parking lot... walking through the cafeteria cuts out 15 seconds from my daily routine... and yesterday I saw something." I said, referring to when I saw him stealing pasta "Listen, I know your dad's been struggling, and I just want to help. Help you feed your family. Hunger's a big problem in this country. Although so is obesity, which is confusing."

"Okay, can you promise to keep a secret?" He asked as we walked away.

"Yeah, of course."

"I have been stealing pasta. But it's not for dinner. It's... it's art." He said, leading me into a classroom. I looked around and saw portraits, made out of pasta. "So...What do you think?"

"Are those macaroni portraits?" I asked confusedly.

"They're my guilty pleasure. My art teacher thinks I'm some sort of a genius, like the ugly guy in Shine except with macaroni."

"Is this Emma Stone?" I asked, pointing at one of them.

"Yeah. And then you got LeAnn Rimes, Ralph Macchio. Those are the guys from Duck Dynasty. I even did Kara." Sam said, pointing at the one next to me. I looked at it smiled softly.

"The macaroni really captures her."

"Really captures who?" Kara said, poking her head around the door of the classroom before coming in completely. "Is that me?"

"Possibly." Sam said, moving out of the way so she could come in fully.

"Huh, that's so cool. I didn't know you liked macaroni art, Sam." She said, studying the picture of her.

"It's sort of a guilty pleasure." He clarified for her. "What's your guilty pleasure?" He asked her.

"Okay, it's this singer called Darren Criss. His music's like really good but he sounds and looks a lot like Blaine, and I don't people to think I like him because of Blaine - so like this past year I've sort of just hid how much I liked his music. People at my old school actually used to make fun of me for liking him because he didn't make the sort of music that was popular then." She said, sitting down on a table top.

"That's really cool guys. Thanks for sharing that." I said before attempting to leave the classroom. They both stopped me quickly though.

"Whoa, whoa, not so fast. Now it's your turn. So..." Sam said quickly.

"My turn for what?" I asked, playing dumb. I knew exactly what he wanted to know - they both wanted to know my guilty pleasure but I couldn't exactly say it was Sam. He's probably get all weirded out and she could get all sad and breakup with me again.

"For your guilty pleasure." Kara prompted.

"I... I don't have a guilty pleasure." I said slowly. Kara raised an eyebrow and then looked between Sam and I before making a look of realisation - she never did miss a beat, that girl. She's very intuitive.