Blaine didnt have time for Kurt Hummels princess attitude. Cheer kept him busy enough, but add to that working on a double major and giving piano lessons on the side and Blaine was lucky he was able to have time to sleep.

Now was not the time to sleep though. Right now he was trying to finish an assignment for statistics and not think about how he had all been attacked by Kurt in the gym earlier that evening. All he has been doing was talking to Santana and Kitty when Blaine had let his eyes linger for maybe a little too long on Kurts flying form. He was sure he had caught a genuine smile grace Kurts face while he was being tossed in the air and Blaine had to keep looking to make sure he hadnt imagined it. Kurt was never anything but snarky, and the only smile Blaine had ever seen on him before then was a smirk.

Blaine was shaken from his thoughtful reverie by the popping sound on the desk beside him. His toaster, his one appliance in his small dorm room, was the major source of his nutrition when the cafeteria was closed. It meant Blaine ate a lot of pop-tarts, toaster strudels, and toaster bacon when he was studying. Though the last item on that list was deceptive. Toaster bacon may of well been called toaster cardboard based on the taste.

After he had finished another question on normal distribution, he reached over and grabbed a pop-tart, fingers fumbling over it as it was still hot to the touch. Nine more questions to go after this one he thought to himself, taking a bite of the corner of the treat. After this he could do his civil engineering homework. Question after question that required manipulating formulas and deriving equations from data. This was his life though. This was what he decided to do for the next four years.

Beside him was a care package from his brother Cooper. Blaine had opened it eagerly just an hour ago hoping for some treat from the Pacific coast or even a letter from his famous brother. Unfortunately, Coopers idea of a college care package was condoms, lube, porn movies, and gum. He loved his brother, but there was days he wished he had a sister instead. Blaine didnt have the time and energy to spend on the sex his brother thought he must be having. He was kept busy - and not in the fun way.

Blaine was lucky that he got a single room when it came to getting packages from Cooper. Because of his sexual preference, he had been given a single and it wasnt because the college was homophobic - it was the other students. Many had noted they didnt want to be roomed with a gay guy, so Blaine got to have his own room and he was actually glad of it. It meant that he could keep his own hours without having to worry about screwing anyone elses sleep schedule up. It also meant he could leave a mess. Which he did. Too often.

Eight more questions now.

The phone rang and Blaine fished through his papers for it, picking up the call identified on the screen as Queen Bitch.

"Whats up Santana?"

"Whats up is that were going partying after practice tomorrow so make sure you have your panties washed."

Blaine groaned and looked back at the mess of dirty laundry on his floor. "Santana… Im got assignments to finish and -"

"And nothing. Youre in cheer so you have to go to the big parties and provide pep."

"Im more than sure the Sirens have it covered."

"Oh puh-lease. Well never top them with that attitude. Now go put in a load of laundry since I can smell you from my dorm room."

"Okay… fine…"

"Make sure you look hot for me!"

"Santana, you dont even like men. Why should I-"

"Because I need some arm candy tomorrow night and the sad fact is that youre the best the Spartans have to offer."

"Wow. Should I be insulted or complimented by that?"

"Neither. You should be thrilled at the prospect of being on my arm instead of on Kittys."

"Whats wrong with Kitty?"

"Nothing aside from the fact that she is boringly straight. Shell no doubt hook up with one of the many equally straight jocks tomorrow night, or at least the closeted ones, leaving you and I sitting on the sidelines trying to look like we enjoy that kind of scene."

"Santana, if you dont want to go, we dont have to. Theres no rule…"

"Oh no! Not happening. We HAVE to go. If we dont then well never hear the end of it from the rest of the team and no doubt the Sirens will come up with some nasty excuse as to why we werent there."

"Fine… fine…. just… if Kurt Hummel -"

"Next time he gets close you just let Auntie Snix take care of it Blainey-boo. You should have let me at him today."

"That would have solved nothing."

"Aside from getting his privileged ass off his high horse. Pasty face needs a lesson in civility."

"I really dont think youd be the best person to teach civility Santana…."

"Well someone should do something about him."

"Well its not going to be you or I…"

"Whatever. Look hot tomorrow night. If we cant teach him a lesson in manners, at least we can make him wish he was in your pants."

The call was ended with a click and Blaine sighed. There were never enough hours in the day. Not for laundry, not for schoolwork, not for cheer, and certainly not for the domineering, asshole that was Kurt Hummel.

KittysKorner
Party at Lamda Beta Phi tomorrow night! Whos in?
#SCU #lamdabetaphi

AuntieSnix
Oh you know all us Spartans will be there!
#SCUspartans #Sirenssuck

Quintessential
Why? So you can learn how to party from us Sirens?
#SCUSirens #SpartansSuck

AuntieSnix
If by learn to party you mean learn to pass out in a water boys lap like you did at DeltaPiGammas party last week - then sure.
#SCUSpartans #SirensSuck

FondueForMew
Hey… I just got two emails about penis enhancement and Im not sure which one is a better deal. Which company do people recommend?
#Lord Tubbington Wants to Know

JBIatSCU
This just in! SCU Sirens cheerleader extraordinaire Brittany Pierce is transgendered! Rumors are that her partner in pyramids, one Mr. Kurt Hummel, sports girl parts and the pair of them will be swapping genetalia for their upcoming surgeries! Learn more at .com and keep reading for the newest news at SCU!
#SCUSirens #SCU #JBI

FondueForMew
Is transgendered like… a car thing? Because Im pretty sure my engine on my truck is fine. Kurt checked it out for me and said so.

Quintessential
Brit…. just…. stop…. please. Dont post anything else until you talk to me.