Teenage Dream (Blaine Anderson - Glee)

=A Katy or a Gaga=

"I told you not to do anything illegal!"

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In Glee club, everyone was pretty much goofing off. I had been trying to be happier lately, but there was still a niggling part of me that wouldn't stop thinking about Finn - but you know, that's okay. Pretty much everyday I wore Finn's hoodie, I washed it often and eventually when it stopped smelling like him, I bought a bottle of his cologne he used to wear. It was comforting having it, and maybe one day I wouldn't need it as much as I did now - but until that day, I wasn't ever without it.

Blaine and Artie sat playing the piano as Kitty and I playfully waltzed around the room to their music. Ryder was playing the drums, Unique and Marley were admiring the trophies, Sam was messing around with a keyboard, Jake was riding around the room on his scooter and Tina had sneakily taken my camera and was taking pictures of Kitty and I dancing around the room. Everyone calmed down when Mr. Schue came in from his office, waving an envelope in the air.

"All right, big week, guys. Come on. Gather round. I have here in my hand...drumroll, please...a secret list of the show choirs that we will be in competition with at Nationals in six weeks." Mr. Schue announced, everyone started chattering excitedly. "Okay, let's see what we've got. We got the Rust-Belters from Pittsburgh, the Thunder Showcats from Gainesville and finally, from Fort Wayne, Throat Explosion."

"No! Why, God?!" Tina screamed in agony. My eyes widened at her reaction and I buried my face in Kitty's shoulder to stop myself from laughing.

"Uh, what? Throat Explosion? That's a joke, right?" Jake asked, stifling a laugh.

"Anything but. They're the new supergroup the Show Choir Underground's been buzzing about. Their budgets for costume, makeup, hair alone are astronomical. You guys have read that Malcolm Gladwell book. Outliers, right? So, Gladwell says you can't possibly master anything unless you've spent 10,000 hours practicing it. So students can't even join Throat Explosion without proving they've logged in 10,000 hours of show choir rehearsal. They don't even go to class. They just perform, every minute of every day. They live their art. They know no boundaries. They're constantly pushing the envelope, living and performing on the edge. They're like mini Lady Gagas." Blaine explained.

"You learnt that on those show choir blogs didn't you?" I asked Blaine. He nodded his head, his eyes wide. "I'm taking away your laptop."

"We're so screwed... they're not like Vocal Adrenaline, who were unfeeling Borg robots. They're total outsiders and misfits, which used to be our niche. We can't compete with Throat Explosion anymore at that level because we lost our biggest Gaga when Kurt graduated last year. Look around, we're a room full of, like, Katy Perrys now." Tina said bitterly.

"Oh, you best check your spectrum, Queen T, because orange is the new black, and Unique is the new Gaga." Unique said sassily.

"Well, not Marley... she's a Katy Perry. So is Sam, so is Blaine." Tina said.

"I'm a Katy Perry and I'm proud of it." Blaine said with no shame.

"Uh, what am I?" I asked, putting my hand up.

"You're a Lady Gaga but with Katy-like tendencies, you know, like when you punched Sebastian, you confronted Sue, you confronted Santana and things like that but you're so sweet and caring." Tina explained.

"Thanks....I think?" I said, exchanging a look with Blaine.

"Uh, the truth is, Tina, we're a potent mix of Katy Perrys and Lady Gagas in here. But it's not a liability... it's the way we're gonna beat Throat Explosion. Some of us in here are, you know, - ambi-edge-" Mr. Schue said, gesturing vaguely around the room.