Wes and David exchanged exasperated looks. Normally, they were the ones with the strange ideas, but Blaine was now giving them a run for their money.

"Please tell us, Blaine, why did you want to go there again?" Wes asked, frowning a little. "We're going to visit a public school – why?"

Blaine just grinned back. "I heard through the grapevine that they're doing all sorts of things with Madonna this week and – she's an icon, guys! Maybe if we see what they're all up to, we could gather some ideas for the Warblers! It's never too early to start thinking about the next competition, is it?"

Again, David and Wes exchanged glances. Damn, they'd rubbed off on their friend a little too much.

"Who are doing what with Madonna's music?" David asked.

"I don't know," Blaine said, sounding a little too cheery for their liking. "The cheerleaders, at least, but perhaps – "

"Sure," Wes said hastily, before Blaine would inevitably change his mind all of a sudden.

"Let's go," David added, already out of the door.

Blaine just shook his head disbelievingly. If he'd known he only had to mention the involvement of cheerleaders in this to get his friends to come along, he wouldn't have had to try so hard.

"Come on, Blaine," Wes almost whined. "We can afford to miss our afternoon classes for once, right?"

Blaine completely agreed. After all, if he didn't, why would he have suggested going in the first place?

o-o-o-o-o-o

"So… would either of you care to explain why we didn't remember to change out of uniform?" David asked when they finally stood in front of the school. Finding a parking spot had been pretty difficult, but that was probably nothing compared to sneaking into the school and finding the Madonna related activities unnoticed.

"You were in too much of a hurry to even suggest it?" Blaine said, attempting to find an explanation.

"And why couldn't you?" Wes asked him.

Blaine shrugged. "You wouldn't have listened anyway. You heard the word 'cheerleaders' and couldn't think of anything else."

"That's true," David admitted a little bashfully.

"Maybe we should leave our blazers in the car?" Blaine suggested. "That's not a piece of clothing public school kids normally wear."

Wes nodded fervently. "I wouldn't support the leaving behind of our blazer in any other circumstances, but this is an emergency," he said.

"And our ties?" David asked Blaine. "Is that normal school wear, or should we leave them here as well?"

Blaine contemplated this for a moment. "Let's leave those here too."

After that, they finally entered the school. It must've been the end of a class, as students were milling about everywhere. Slightly disorientated, Blaine tried to find anything that could point them towards Madonna related activities. Only half a minute later, he realised that her music was blasting from the speakers. Wow. How could he have overlooked that?

"What kind of school is this?" Wes whispered (Blaine could hardly hear him over the music). He sounded a little frightened. "Since when is it normal for a school to play loud music throughout the school during school hours?"

"It's not normal," Blaine replied, shaking his head. "Must be some new educational measure."

"No it's not," a voice said from behind them. Not expecting that, the three Dalton students jumped and turned around.

Behind them, a tall, blond woman in a track suit stood inspecting them, almost making the boys shrink in size. They tried to back away, but something about this woman told Blaine that she'd find them anyway, wherever they went, so perhaps, it would be better to just stay and face their fears now. Who knew, it might just only get worse later on.

Or maybe not. The woman chewed them out because she didn't know them, because they were all wearing the same thing, because Blaine was short (that was not his fault, damn it!), because… well, a lot of stuff. It was rather upsetting.

"We don't go to school here," David said bravely when the woman stopped talking for a moment. "We – it was Blaine's idea," he finished, pulling Blaine in front of him to face the scary woman.

When the woman proceeded to insult Blaine's hair next, he wondered if it could get much worse.

"You should know that I don't respond well to other teams sending spies," the woman informed him.

"Spies?" Blaine asked, hating the fact that his voice had risen in pitch. "We're not spies! We just – heard that you were doing things related to Madonna here, so we wanted to see what was going on."

"And report that back to your own cheerleading team," the woman finished.

"No!" Wes exclaimed, then seemed to go mute again.

"We go to an all boys school, we don't have cheerleaders," David added mournfully.

The woman narrowed her eyes at them. "Maybe I could ship you three off to New York with thirty-five dollars in your pockets," she said. "Maybe that would convince Figgins to do the same those misfits in Schuester's Glee club."

"Glee club?" Blaine asked.

"We're in a Glee club," David blurted out, before realising that that may not have been the right thing to say to this woman.

However, at this, the woman smiled victoriously. "Then I can use you to get rid of Schuester's poor excuse for a choir," she told them. "You beat them during their next competition and they're officially a thing of the past."

"We got beat by Vocal Adrenaline during Sectionals," David meekly informed her. This set off another raging stampede and before they knew it, the woman left.

"So… does this mean we're not getting thrown out?" Wes asked, sounding confused.

David shrugged. "I guess it does."

Most students seemed to be currently walking in one direction only, so the three Warblers followed them curiously. "Maybe a Madonna performance?" Blaine wondered out loud, smiling widely.

"With cheerleaders!" David exclaimed, and he and Wes looked like Christmas had come early this year.

Blaine would never understand straight guys. Nor would he ever understand what was so great about cheerleaders. They were just a bunch of stupid girls in short skirts who happened to be very athletically talented. Nothing special, right?

Indeed, the students led them to the gym. Blaine had some trouble staying up right as everyone all but ran in there, and Wes and David had also disappeared all of a sudden.

Blaine looked around the gym, which was packed. There was a marching band standing on the floor, but no sign of cheerleaders. If they had walked into the marching band's tribute to Madonna – well, that would be disappointing for Wes and David. Blaine thought it might be very interesting, to say the least.

Fortunately, it wasn't long before he re-located his friends, and he quickly walked towards them. They had even managed to save him a seat. Sitting down in between them, Blaine noticed that both other boys looked a little downcast indeed.

"Didn't that woman say something about spying on cheerleaders?" Wes asked, sounding rather sad.

"She did," David agreed. "So where are they? I want to see the cheerleaders!"

This exclamation brought about a lot of appreciative and agreeing murmurs around them, and Blaine had to forcibly refrain himself from pulling a face. Where on earth had he landed himself now?

A couple of minutes later, nobody was walking around anymore, and everyone in the school seemed to have found themselves a seat. The blond woman who had confronted the Warblers earlier walked forward with a megaphone in her hands. Something (a clock?) started ticking, and she yelled something. Instantly, the marching band started playing a very familiar tune.

"Four minutes?" Wes asked, looking around. "That's interesting…" After a few seconds, his jaw went slack and, Blaine noted, David's did as well. Cheerleaders started dancing into the gym. Right when Blaine started wondering if it was just music or if someone was going to sing, a girl's voice was heard, and his question was answered.

Within seconds, another voice joined the girl's, and this voice was definitely male. Blaine shifted in his seat. He hadn't even thought about the possibility of this squad containing male cheerleaders. Maybe this whole cheerleading fetish Wes and David seemed to have wasn't that silly after all.

At first, Blaine thought it to be very unfortunate that his friends had chosen seats that caused them to constantly looked at the backs of the performers – that was, until he realised exactly what he was staring at. The male singer. More specifically, the lower regions of his body. Blushing furiously (because he liked to consider himself a gentleman, and what kind of gentleman stared at other people's behinds?), Blaine tried to pry his eyes away. Instead, he glanced around the gym for half a second –

Oh God.

That noise sounded more obscene than it was probably intended to be, and Blaine wondered who had allowed that boy to make such a sound. Either way, he greatly appreciated the excellent view he was provided with by the movement the boy made at that same moment.

Blaine needed a moment to catch his breath after that, and thus, he missed most of the girl's part. And then, the boy was right in front of him (well, sort of). It might not be very charming, sitting there with his mouth open wide, trying to remember what the boy's face looked like as quickly as possible, but Blaine couldn't help himself. If anyone asked, he would blame the boy for being so… beautiful.

At the moment, he was very glad for the fact that Wes and David had managed to get spots not too far down – at least now he was able to see what happened past the marching band. For the next few seconds, the two singers danced along with the other cheerleaders and wow, they were all rather talented. Not that Blaine ever took his eyes off of the one boy in their midst. Those legs, those hips, that ass… how was this boy real? How could he be so perfect? And that back, those arms, that neck…

Blaine felt like he could sit there forever, just watching the boy, and be completely content. It was a little scary, actually. But that didn't make it any less true.

For a moment, Blaine seemed to have lost sight of the boy, but then he reappeared – moving, dancing, singing along like a born performer. Blaine kept craning his neck to not miss a second of this amazing and, dare he say it, hot performance. He almost lost it as the boy slid down to the ground, back to back with the girl, and he was shocked to find he'd never felt as jealous of anybody ever before.

And with every glimpse of the boy's face he caught, Blaine thought he was becoming more and more beautiful. Never before had he thought a boy was beautiful. Handsome, yes. Most boys, however, were just not… beautiful. He wondered how this boy managed to pull that off successfully.

When the performance was over, Blaine was one of the first people to jump to his feet, applauding loudly. Wes and David appeared to be in some sort of trance; they were staring towards the cheerleaders with wide eyes and Blaine swore that he even saw some drool.

Gross.

Still, he swiftly wiped off his own mouth to make sure he wasn't drooling himself. To be honest, it wouldn't have surprised him.

Everyone was still clapping when the boy and the girl made their way over to the scary woman (who was probably the cheerleading coach). She was talking to a man Blaine couldn't see very well from this distance. He didn't seem happy about something, but nobody seemed to agree with him.

Blaine was a bit confused when everybody sat back down – wasn't the show over yet? Finally, Wes and David woke up from their haze, and blinked simultaneously. "Is it over?" Wes asked, sounding very disappointed.

"That was really good, don't you think?" David asked.

"Good?" Blaine asked, frowning. "That was amazing, it was… incredible! The single best Madonna tribute I have ever seen!"

For a moment, Wes and David just stared at him. "Oh, right," David said in the end. "There was a male cheerleader involved, wasn't there?"

Blaine was saved from further embarrassment when the students around them started standing up again, and slowly filing out of the gym. Quickly, the three Dalton boys followed them, and immediately went back to the parking place (which was, luckily, rather easy to find).

It had been quite the afternoon.

Little did they know, their public school Madonna adventure wasn't quite over yet.

o-o-o-o-o

The next day at lunch, David and Wes crept up to Blaine, grabbed his arms, and dragged him out of the cafeteria. He didn't even have time to eat.

"What's wrong?" he asked, looking from David to Wes and back. "What's the rush?"

"Wes got a call during Chemistry," David told him conspiringly. "Guess who it was."

"How should I know?" Blaine asked. It could've been anyone.

David glanced around, but they were alone in the hallway. "That scary cheerleading coach we saw yesterday."

Blaine raised his eyebrows. "How on earth did she get your number?"

Wes shrugged helplessly. "I don't know. I asked, but she ignored me. She just told me to go to the McKinley auditorium this afternoon. I have no idea why."

And naturally, even though they had been taught better, the three boys did just as the crazy woman told them.

o-o-o-o-o

When they arrived, there was already a bunch of people present. The Dalton boys chose to sit close to the stage – there, they could pay the best attention (what if it was another cheerleading performance?). And it wasn't as if anyone here would recognise them.

This time, it took a little longer before the performance started. They had, after all, been a little early. At last, a lone girl walked onto the stage, beaming at the crowd that had gathered, and she stood right in the middle of it. For another few moments, that was all that happened, but then, music started. No marching band this time, though, so Blaine figured he would be severely disappointed.

As disappointed as he could be when a group of teens (who were hopefully good singers) sang Like a prayer.

When the girl finished the first verse of the song, more people entered the stage, and Blaine felt Wes grabbing his arm rather painfully. "Look!" Wes whispered excitedly. "The girl next to her – she's one of those cheerleaders!"

Blaine wondered if Wes had actually remembered all the cheerleaders' faces, or just this girl's. His other arm was quickly getting a treatment similar to the first, as David squeezed it. "And there's the girl who sang Four minutes!" he told Blaine.

Wait, that was strange. If this was the school's Glee club, which was the most logical thing the three Warblers had been able to come up with during the drive here, why would the crazy cheerleading coach want to destroy it? Some of her cheerleaders were in the show choir as well.

"Uh, guys," Blaine muttered. "Look to the right." They did, and David's jaw dropped, while Wes rubbed his eyes to see if the person he was seeing was really there.

"Jesse St James?" Wes asked in a disbelieving tone. "This isn't Vocal Adrenaline, right? No – they're not. What's he doing here, then?"

But Blaine didn't hear the rest of Wes' monologue (or David's reply), as he suddenly noticed who was standing behind Carmel's golden boy – the boy who'd sung Four minutes along with the girl who was, indeed, right there as well. Of course – Blaine mentally chastised himself. Of course he was in the Glee club as well. When one sang as well as that boy, it would be an awful waste of talent if he wouldn't be in a choir of sorts.

Now, Blaine could see more of the boy's face too. He was just about to think that nothing could possibly improve this day any further when the boy started singing. And wow, that just blew Blaine away. Apparently, this boy could also sing much higher notes, notes Blaine knew (from experience and otherwise) many guys couldn't reach, no matter how hard they tried.

He was impressed. Very impressed.

It was too bad that he didn't get to sing too much. Blaine felt an almost familiar surge of jealousy when the boy on stage pecked his earlier duet partner on the cheek before she sang the next few lines.

And then a choir appeared. A church choir, or at least, that was what it looked like to Blaine.

It could be Blaine, but he didn't think it was entirely appropriate to sing this song with a church choir. But then again, maybe it was.

Still, it was fun to see the teenagers mingle with the older members of the other choir. They seemed to be having fun. Plus, it sounded really good.

When they were about to head out, they heard a voice. "Hey, you! Warblers!"

They had been recognised? Well, that sort of sucked. Slowly turning around, the three of them came face to face with Jesse St James.

"Uh, hi?" Wes greeted him, attempting a (false) smile. "Funny seeing you here…"

Jesse took a moment to reply. "Well, seeing as I'm part of New Directions now, I'd say it's funnier that you are here."

"You're in… what now?" David asked, bemused. "Why would you – "

"Hey, Jesse!" a girl greeted him happily, and said boy wrapped an arm around her. "Who are your friends?"

St James snorted. "No friends, just some private school boys who apparently haven't been humiliated enough when Vocal Adrenaline beat their little club at Sectionals."

The girl whipped around to face them somewhat angrily. "You're here to spy on us."

"As he just said," Wes started, nodding towards St James with barely visible dislike, "our club was beaten at Sectionals. We're not advancing to Regionals."

"So why are you here?" the girl asked. Her boyfriend (at least, Blaine assumed that that was what St James was) walked away now, most likely very uninterested in hearing their story.

"That's a long story," David muttered. "But if you wanted me to summarise that in one word… Madonna."

"And cheerleaders," Wes supplied happily.

The girl didn't appear to know how to respond to that. "But we're not cheerleaders," she muttered.

"Speak for yourself, Berry," a Latina (the girl Wes had pointed out earlier) shouted her way as she walked past, one of her pinkies linked with that of a blond girl.

The girl looked quite disgruntled. "Fine," she spat, even though her two teammates were, by now, out of earshot. "Most of us aren't cheerleaders. I don't get what's so special about that anyway."

"Well, you're a girl," David pointed out. "You won't appreciate how the feminine body looks in a cheerleading uniform as much as most guys do." He pointedly looked at Blaine here.

Blaine rolled his eyes at that. "Those are surprisingly eloquent and sophisticated words for someone who was drooling at the sight of girls in cheerleading uniforms just yesterday."

David stuck out his tongue. "And that's coming from the guy who couldn't stop talking and moaning about – oh, hello!"

Blaine turned back towards the girl, only to find that she had found new company. Company in the form of the beautiful male cheerleader with the marvellous voice.

Only when both Wes and David poked him harshly in the ribs, Blaine realised that he must've gone into some sort of trance. Reddening slightly, he smiled apologetically at the boy. "Hi," he muttered.

When did Blaine become so lost for words? Oh, right. As soon as he was face to face with this gorgeous guy.

"Hi," the boy greeted him back, eyeing him apprehensively. "Who are they?" he asked the girl, who immediately stood a bit straighter (not that it mattered much for her height).

"According to Jesse, and themselves, they're in some Glee club that didn't make it past their Sectionals."

"We're standing right here, remember?" Wes said, sounding slightly peeved.

"They said something about Madonna and cheerleaders being the main reasons they came," the girl continued, outright ignoring Wes and his comment.

The boy paled slightly. "Madonna and cheerleaders?"

David nodded. "Yeah. Wes and I came mainly for the cheerleaders. Blaine here, however, is a big Madonna fan."

The two public school students exchanged looks. "How many straight guys are there who are big Madonna fans?" the girl asked; Blaine had a strong feeling that it might even be a rhetorical question.

Wes and David just frowned at her. "If that's your way of asking Blaine whether or not he's gay, you're doing an awful job at being subtle," David told her. The girl flushed, scoffed, and crossed her arms.

"But if you're truly curious," Blaine added, just to get this over with, "then yes. I'm gay." He eyed the boy and the girl closely to see their reaction. They didn't seem to suddenly be repulsed by him or anything. Still, it was always good to take precautions.

"I thought you were," the girl said, nodding. "I have two gay dads, you know, so – "

"Rachel, shut up," the boy told her bluntly. "They didn't ask for your life story."

"And Kurt here is gay too," the girl continued with a wide (fake) smile, nudging the boy next to her. "Maybe you should hang out and talk some time. It'll be good for you, having someone your age to talk to about those things. My dads say so too. And I always ask them if they've seen you at their meetings, but you never come. It's important, Kurt – "

"Yes, thank you, Rachel," the boy interrupted her again. Turning towards the Warblers (but mostly Blaine, who gulped at that), he said, "Sorry about her. She just talks and talks and no one quite knows how to get her to stop." After a brief pause, he hesitantly added, "Maybe now that Jesse joined us, he'll be able to help us out in that department."

Before the girl could protest, Wes spoke up. "So he's now in your Glee club? Isn't that a bit suspicious, so close to Regionals?"

The boy shrugged helplessly. "That's what we all said – well, except for Rachel, of course – when he joined, but according to our director, his transfer is official and true and all that, so we have virtually no choice but to let him in."

"But she's right about one thing," David piped up, and Blaine had a bad feeling about this. A moment later, that bad feeling had proven to be reliable, as David continued with, "You two should meet up some time. You know, talk about experiences and… stuff."

"Experiences and… stuff," the boy repeated, staring at David as if he'd grown a second head. "You're no more eloquent than most boys at McKinley." He scoffed, and turned to Blaine. After scrutinising him for a moment, he shrugged. "That's fine with me – if he's more talkative than he is now, at least."

"Oh, yeah, he is," Wes replied, nodding enthusiastically. "He's an enormous chatterbox, Blaine is. He's just… a big fan, so to say."

The girl grinned happily. "A big fan?" she asked, clearly fishing for compliments.

"He's gay," David reminded her, not seeming to understand what she was so cheerful about. "And he took one look at you," he continued, now turning to the boy, "and bam! He was sold."

Neither the boy nor the girl seemed to have seen this coming, but while the girl stomped off irately, muttering about how some people must really be blind and deaf and whatnot, the boy just stayed where he was. "A big fan?" he repeated, before snorting. "That's new. But at least he doesn't hate me on principle."

That was just sad, Blaine mused. Who would hate such a perfect boy? Who would try to harm him, and why? "I doubt I could," he told Kurt seriously. The other boy smiled wryly.

"Well, in that case, I reckon we could hang out some time," he said, smiling a little. "But only if you tell me the whole story behind this visit when we do," he added warningly, and Blaine was quick to comply.

After swiftly exchanging phone numbers, Blaine had to leave with his friends, and Kurt noticed that he, too, needed to go home by now – his dad must be wondering what took him so long. Saying their goodbyes, Blaine noticed some of Kurt's teammates giving them odd looks. He could only hope that they wouldn't give Kurt too much grief about this.