Teenage Dream (Blaine Anderson - Glee)

=Lights Out=

TW - mentions of rape and molestation. Please don't read if these things trigger you, I'd hate for anyone to be uncomfortable and stressed

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 "I'm here to offer you any comfort you need."

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"Guys, we got a problem." Mr. Schue announced as he walked into the choir room. "Her name is Frida Romero. With Regionals only a few weeks away, I went to scout out the competition. The Hoosierdaddies have a secret weapon. She's a tiny little sophomore, never competed before, but her voice could fill an arena. I mean, it's big. And the only way to beat them is to be huge. I'm talking stadium huge. Epic songs that will blow the heads off of 100,000 people at a time." Mr. Schue went to continue but he was cut off by the lights suddenly going out. I flinched slightly and squeezed Blaine's hand. He rubbed the back of my hand with his thumb comfortingly and I took a deep breath, calming down when I realised that nothing too bad was happening.

"Zombie Apocalypse." Sam shouted worriedly.

"Or Beyoncé's halftime show." Unique suggested.

"That would be so cool, imagine if she did a show here." I exclaimed happily.

"Children, this power outage is not an emergency. Nor is it an excuse to go wilding through the hallways. While we're investigating the root of this near calamity, classes will continue and your brains are to remain in the on positions. If the darkness persists, candles and flashlights will be distributed based on grade point average. I now have to turn off the P.A. system so I can save our precious generator resources for the coffee machine and my plug-in lower back vibrator." Figgins explained over the PA.

"Okay, that puts a damper on our stadium songs. Time for a new appropriate lesson. Ladies and gentlemen, it's unplugged week."

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"I do not like this, I do not like this at all." I muttered as Blaine and I tried to make our way to the choir room. "Do not let go of my hand."

"I'm not letting go, I'm right here. It's okay." He said reassuringly as he felt across the wall for the door handle. "I can't find the the door handle."

"Okay, hold on." I pulled my phone out my back pocket and turned on the flashlight. "All right, you can't find the door handle because this is the display board, we're no where near the choir room." Blaine sighed and I handed him my phone.

"The one day I forget my phone at your house and the lights go out, just my luck." He mumbled, annoyed. I chuckled softly and pulled him along down the corridor as he lit up the path.

"Stop whining about forgetting your phone and hurry up, we're already late." We eventually made it to the choir room and Blaine handed me back my phone, turning the flashlight off as we took our seats.

"All right, I know these conditions aren't ideal, but I want to thank you guys for toughing it out. And we have our first volunteer, who is going to show us how to get back to basics and really strip it down. So, let's give it up for Sam." Mr. Schue announced as he handed out lanterns. Sam got up and went to the front of the room, sitting down on a stool with his guitar in his lap. "Take it away."

"Thanks. Um, well, when Mr. Schue started talking about being big, I started thinking about Phil Spector's legendary Wall of Sound, and how he would use, like, thousands of instruments so his songs could really fill a stadium. And then I started thinking about stripping, um, out all that extra noise to get to the essence of the song. Plus, my mom said that I was conceived to this song, so I kind of literally owe my existence to the Righteous Brothers. Anyways, uh, here it goes."