Teenage Dream (Blaine Anderson - Glee)

=Movin' Out=

"If you cheated on me again, I will not accept sex addiction as an excuse."

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As usual, Mr. Schue was at least 10 minutes late to lesson. I found it especially annoying this time considering it was Sam, Blaine and I's only lesson this week. The three of us were headed off to New York for the week and were leaving straight after school, but if Mr. Schue didn't hurry up and get here, we were probably going to end up missing our train.

"Hey, guys." Mr. Schue said, drawing the attention to him as he finally arrived. "In spite of the complete lack of representation at the Career Fair-"

"There's a Career Fair?" I interrupted confusedly.

"Yeah, what do you think those stalls outside were for?" Blaine asked, looking at me strangely.

"I thought they were creepy fetish clubs to be completely honest. I mean who would've thought Faecal Sculpture would be a job. " I said, shrugging my shoulders. The group around me chuckled and I blushed with embarrassment, but Blaine but his arm around me and gave me a reassuring squeeze.

"Anyway....I know that a lot of you are thinking about a career in the arts." Mr. Schue continued after shooting me a strange look. "Well, it's no secret that Sue Sylvester doesn't believe that an artistic career is a very practical idea. And, for once, I have to admit she's right. It's completely impractical. You know, anyone pursuing the arts needs to go in with their eyes wide open. We're talking zero job security and impossible odds. But...I've always believed that you have to pursue what you love. And that's why this week's assignment is a bout a goofy-looking kid who struggled for years in the music business." Mr. Schue said, walking over to the board. Kitty leaned across the piano, that we were all crowded around, towards me and extended her hand out.

"It's finally Marilyn Manson week." She said excitedly, high-fiving me.

"Close, Billy Joel." Mr. Schue said, ruining mine and Kitty's hopes and dreams.

"Who?" Unique asked confusedly.

"Oh, just a musical genius who's sold over 150 million records worldwide." Artie said with a pointed glare at Unique.

"That's right. Billy had to fight every step of the way in his career. He had countless failures and disappointments: writing songs that nobody wanted, playing piano in seedy bars just to pay rent, being told he'd never make it because he didn't look 'right'." 

"Translation: Too Jewish." Jake said, putting on a silly voice and interrupting Mr. Schue

"But he ignored the haters and he kept pursuing his dream, becoming the third best-selling solo artist of all time. I mean, he is a true inspiration to anyone pursuing a career in the arts, like our very own Mr. Blaine Anderson, Miss. Kara Riley and Mr. Sam Evans." Mr. Schue said, earning the three of us cheers and applause.

"Well, I'm going for a career in art, not performing art, photography specifically but I suppose a lot of what you said could apply to me." I said with a shrug of my shoulders.

"All right, as some of you may or may not know, this week is my big NYADA audition." Blaine announced standing up from his seat and earning a few more cheers. "I know, it's terrifying. So I'm leaving today to maybe get some last-minute tips from Kurt and Rachel."

"And I'm going with him because I have an interview with the theatre department at Hunter College. They saw and loved my 'Tornado of Talent' impressions reel. And I'm up for this awesome scholarship, the Channing Tatum Former Male Stripper Grant." Sam revealed.

"And I'm going with the both of them, to offer moral support and I'm going too tour the NYU campus which is the college I decided on and I miss Kurt, Rachel and Santana. I also need to check apartments in that area for Blaine and I to move into, lots to do." I said, drumming my fingers on the piano.