Blaine had been told that if he thought the regular cheer season was busy that he wouldnt believe the hecticness of competition season. At the time he had just tucked that comment away to the back of his mind and didnt bother with it again. He was Blaine Anderson after all. Busy might have well have been his middle name. In high school he was in all the clubs Dalton had to offered and in a leadership role in most of them - all of that plus maintaining the highest grade point average in his year. How hard was it to cheer a little bit more?

It turned out it was insanely hard.

Coach Washington increased their regular practice schedule, as well as their cardio, dance, and gymnastics practices. On top of that, they were all given individualized diet plans that would allegedly help them improve whatever they were lacking in. For Blaine, that meant increasing his protein to improve his muscle tone - a problem since the cafeteria he had a pass for had a questionable lack of real meat (and the meat it did have had questionable origins). He couldnt phone home for extra money, so he had to take on some new piano students, which meant he had even less time to work on his school assignments.

He figured he was a week away from having coffee piped directly into his bloodstream the way he had been relying on it to stay awake and focused each and every day.

As the pace picked up in cheer, so did the rivalry between the two teams. Blaine thought it was pretty sad how Sirens and Spartans wouldnt even sit together in the cafeteria or talk to each other in classes they shared. It was a trickle down effect though. The coaches demonstrated the worst kind of rivalry and so the members of each team followed suite.

One day it was the Sirens coach spiking Coach Washingtons water bottle with a laxative, the next day it was Coach Washington returning fire by putting liquid heat in the other coaches underwear while she was in the athletic faculty shower. Today, well today it was using the teams against one another.

They had booked the field and shouldnt have had to share it on this particular afternoon because the Sirens were supposed to be in the main gymnasium. However, as Blaine was working on making his catches, he saw them all being marched towards the group of Spartans who paused in their routine practice to look at the advancing Sirens being led by their coach who had Kurt on one side of her and Quinn on the other.

"Roz Washington! I present to you the team that will win all the trophies this year! You may as well just send all your pathetic little rookies home now because whatever hackneyed routine you have them working on is pointless!"

Coach Washington stormed over, hands on her hips as she went toe to toe with the other woman. "Oh yeah?! And what old-ass ensemble of flips and cartwheels set to whatever top forty hit have you come up with now? Let me guess. Its going to be something thats all focused on sex because the only outlet you have for that is your cheer team since your should-be retired vagina is too much sandpaper for any man to want into!"

At the start of the semester, Blaines jaw would have been on the ground and his eyes would have been wide as saucers at the insult. Now he was used to his coach.

The Sirens coach just sneered and took a step back, "Just see how your little cheerleaders crumble under the force that is my Sirens Washington."

On cue, a boombox started playing a song Blaine immediately identified as Lady Gagas Applause and the Sirens broke out into a well timed and synchronized display of jumps, flips, cartwheels, tosses, and dance moves all at once. It was impressive, but Blaine didnt let his interest show through. None of the Spartans did. They all put on faces that suggested they were bored or disinterested by the spectacle before them, even though Blaine knew well enough that they were probably cringing inside. The Sirens really were amazing.

The coach of the Sirens picked up on the stoic response of the Spartans and shot a glare to her leading cheerleaders - namely Kurt, Quinn, and Brittany. Something silent was communicated because that threesome broke out of the line and ahead of the rest of the group.

"I live for the applause, applause, applause. I live for the applause-plause. Live for the applause-plase…."

Oh. Wow. They were singing. That was new. The three of them together, clapping all together as if they had been practicing that move purposely for this movement, advancing further ahead until they were only feet away and Blaine could hear their voices over that of Lady Gagas on the stereo. Flawless. Not a note out of place.

As they moved up, Kurt got closer to Blaine, and Blaine could see that same darkness in his eyes that he had seen the night of the party. The look was pure, unadulterated sex. Any hope Blaine had of keeping up the facade of being unaffected by the display went straight to hell the instant Kurt began thrusting as he sang.

"Touch, touch, touch, touch now. Ooh-ooh-ooh-hoo…"

Maybe it was the lack of sleep, or the fact that it had been an hour since his last caffeinated drink, but Blaine lost his mind just long enough for Kurt to know hed won when Blaines hands immediately clasped together in front of his crotch - the universal sign of guys everywhere trying to conceal the fact that they had been aroused by what they were looking at.

It was all the validation the Sirens coach needed and she blew her whistle. The Sirens stopped what they were all doing immediately, smirked and high fived one another, and then left the field, Kurt casting one last look over his shoulder so Blaine could see the overly smug smile on his face.

Then Blaine had to endure his teammates and coachs wrath.

FondueForMew
I still dont understand why we had to stop our routine on the field today. We were doing so well!
#SCUSirens

Quintessential
Because we made our point Brit. We rock. Spartans suck.
#SpartansSuck #SCUSirens

FondueForMew
Was that why we were doing it? I thought we were just getting some fresh air and the Spartans just happened to be there.
#SCUSirens

AuntieSnix
Its okay Brit. You were actually really good.
#SCUSpartans

FondueForMew
Aw! Thats so nice of you to say!
#SCUSirens

KittysKorner
Did you learn nothing from Blaine getting chewed out this afternoon Santana?
#SCUSpartans #SirensSuck

AuntieSnix
Oh I learned something. We need to change what were doing because sex definitely sells no matter what Washington says.
#SCUSpartans

Quintessential
No kidding. Though kudos to the Spartans for having such a *clearly* well-endowed male lead.
#SCUSirens

AuntieSnix
Yeah. We dont need to pack socks in Blaines panties. Thats for sure.
#SCUSpartans

JBIatSCU
Newsflash! SCU Spartans Blaine Anderson has elephantitis of the penis! Witnesses report a larger than average growth seen today in the male cheerleaders pants during practice!
#JBIatSCU #SCUSpartans

KittysKorner
Really? Just…. really? Why am I even responding…?
#JBIatSCU