"God. Youve got a shit eating grin even in sleep."

Blaine groaned and waved an arm out above him blindly, trying to hit away the voice beckoning him to wake up. How Santana got a key to his dorm room, let alone managed to get past the guy who was supposed to be ensuring non-residents didnt get into the dorm was beyond him, and definitely a source of aggravation for him.

"Come on. We are so celebrating tonight."

"I just want to sleep." Blaine cry-whined, curling himself up around his pillow on his bed where he had blissfully fallen down hours before. Coach Washington had slapped him on the back after their half time routine, called him captain, and told him to enjoy the rest of the weekend since competition season would be rearing its ugly head next week and she needed him front and center. If he wasnt going to catch up on sleep this weekend, he never would.

"Oh fuck no. Sleeping is for after you find some guy to screw your brains out. You deserve that after all." The bed bent a little as Santana sat on the edge, making Blaine roll a little her way despite his efforts to stay glued in place.

"I really just want sleep Santana. Thats it and all. I will happily be celibate for a year if I can sleep this weekend."

"Fuck you are lame Anderson." She huffed, making no movement that would indicate she was going to just leave and let him be. "You might be captain of the Spartans now, but Im still the self declared social committee leader and I say youre getting your ass out of this bed and into the tightest pants you own so some lucky guy to take them back off."

Blaine whined again, chucking his pillow across the room in surrender, "Oh my god Santana. What is your obsession with my getting laid?"

"I have a theory that the sooner you get some all so orgasmic relief that youll stop tenting your tighty whities whenever Hummel walks by."

"I hate you." Blaine grumbled into his blanket, prying his eyes apart and staring angrily at the floor ahead of him.

"You love me. Now Ill give you five minutes to get ready before I come back in here and dress you myself." She chirruped, patting his ass, and damn near skipping out of the room.

He made sure he was ready in four minutes. The last thing he needed was Santana making commentary on his cock.

Blaine was escorted by Santana to one of the many frat parties - this particular frat being dominated by football players that had played, and won, that day. To say the level of inebriation and dancing and general joviality was high would have been an understatement.

As they passed by fellow Spartans, Blaine was high-fived and even hugged a few times. He knew he had done well when Coach had given him the honorarium of captain, but he didnt think his team would so easily accept a freshman as their commander and chief. Thankfully, it seemed they were more than okay with it so long as they were getting a response like they had earlier.

The rooms and even the yards were packed with people. There was no ability to move quickly through the crowd because space was limited and reliant on other people shuffling along too in order to traverse the sardine packing that was the party. Blaine had already gotten several unwelcome slaps on the ass by the time he had gotten to the kitchen as well as one very alcohol fueled kiss by some girl he didnt even know who had declared her eternal love for him.

Beer couldnt get into his system fast enough.

"Well, well, well. If it isnt the king shit of turd mountain." Kurt stated plainly as they came face to face in the kitchen. Kurt was sitting up on the counter, surrounded by his Siren groupies who all turned and glowered at Blaine like he had stunk up the room.

"Hello Kurt. Nice routine today." Blaine could play this game. In high school he had lived by Abrahams old adage of being kind to your enemies because nothing infuriates them more.

"Piss off Anderson." Quinn snapped from her place aside Kurts self made throne. "You just cant go and change the rules of cheer."

"Uh.. pretty sure I changed no rules. Everything we did followed the guidelines… now those sparklers you guys used… pretty sure those violated a few fire codes." Blaine didnt look at any of them, letting them waste their bitch stares as he poured himself a beer from one of the many kegs in the room. How the hell did the frat afford this?

Quinn was about to speak again when Kurt lifted a finger, silencing her. He slid off the counter and pushed his way through to Blaine.

"You may feel like youre on top right now Anderson…." Kurt said quietly, pressing a finger against Blaines chest. "But I wouldnt get used to it. You see…." the finger slid down Blaines chest, and it was all Blaine could do to not stare at it and let his adams apple bob. "... I like being on top far too much… and Im pretty sure youre okay with being on the bottom. So let things return to their natural place and we wont have to have any further…" Kurt licked his lips over and Blaine cringed, trying to inwardly talk his cock into softening since it was so eagerly try to stand up and listen to what Kurt had to say. A matter not helped by the way Kurt had drawn his finger down Blaines torso and now hovered it near his hip. "... imbroglio…."

"Huh…?" Blaine managed to get out, less than articulately. He was so focused on the way Kurts finger was being drawn back up his chest that he had only heard half of what had been said. Something about topping and bottoming…. and a place? God, did the alcohol already hit him that hard that he wasnt capable of stopping this?

"Blaine!"

He shook his head and looked to his side with a shudder of breath towards Santana, giving him her own bitch face.

Kurt chuckled and flicked his fingers lightly against the side of Blaines neck. "Dont worry Santana. I wont hurt your pet. Just reminding him of his place…."

She continued to glare at him, and Blaine gave her his best apologetic look which went away with wide eyes and a dropped jaw when Kurt leaned in and whispered, "... on your knees. Me on top. Remember that."

"Oh for…." Santana may have not heard what Kurt had said, but it was clear she had a good impression as she grabbed Blaine by the hand and yanked him away, pulling him through the crowd and away from Kurt and his gaggle of girls. "I can not believe you. I look away for one minute and youre letting Kurt Hummel grope you up and down…."

"But I…. he…." Fuck. If his dick would just go down he might be able to form a coherent though.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. You and him. Believe me…. when I said to wear tight pants, I didnt mean pants that left nothing to the imagination when you had a Hummel moment. Jesus Blaine. Come on. Lets get you laid already and get this issue fixed."

JBIatSCU
Bets have already been made on cheer competition placements this year and Spartan street cred is on the increase if the bets being made are any indication! Was the half-time show a turning point for this perpetually low ranked team? Read my blog to find out more!
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KittysKorner
We kicked some serious butt out there! Sirens are in for a challenge with our new captain leading the charge!
#SCUSpartans #SirensSuck #Blaine4Captain!

Quintessential
That was so a one time thing. You cant fix crap with a little bit of potpourri. Its good for a bit but wears away quickly.
#SCUSirens #SpartansSuck

KittysKorner
Wouldnt know Quinn, never have taken a dump that reeked that bad. Im sure youre used to it though.
#SCUSpartans #SirensSuck

Quintessential
Oh screw off Kitty. Thats the best you could come up? No wonder youre a Spartan.
#SCUSirens #SpartansSuck

KittysKorner
Least I dont screw everything that moves.
#SCUSpartans #SirensSuck

AuntieSnix
Stop! Honestly! Both of you - grow out of it!

FondueForMew
Cant we all just get along?