Blaine was furious, enraged, ired, incensed, livid. Kurt was just like every other elitist, self serving dick on this campus. How dare he presume so much of Blaine because of his last name. He didnt know a damned thing about Blaine and wouldnt even let him speak because he clearly thought what he had to say was more important than Blaines explanation.

Well to hell with him. To hell with the Sirens. To hell with trying to play nice and be nice. If they wanted a fight, Blaine would give it to them.

"We need to stop doing this." Blaine declared loudly at the beginning of practice that day, drawing everyone, including Coach Washingtons, attention.

"Doin what precisely little boy?" Coach Washington asked, head bumping to either side as she spoke like a chicken pecking around for food. "cause after your sorry display on the field Im questioning even if we should be allowing you to say anything."

Blaine just averted his eyes from the coach, choosing instead to speak directly to the mass of red and black uniformed Spartans. "All of you are talking about trying to replicate what the Sirens do. If they sing, we should sing. If they do a certain move, we should do it. If they use a certain type of song, so should we. Were not them though!"

He took in a ragged breath, checking around to ensure that people were still listening before continuing. "Ive only been on this team a few months but its because so obvious that the reason we never beat the Sirens is because were content to live in their shadow! Were not them! We shouldnt be trying to be them!"

"But they win!" one of the freshmen girls protested.

"Yeah! They win because theyre the ones stepping out of their comfort zones to push themselves further while were just trying to copy them. Were talented on our and and could be unique too. Instead of living in their shadow we should be casting our own!"

"So you think…." Kitty queried, head tilted to the side and brow lifted.

"We need to come up with our own style that reflects the talent we have. Were not winning because its so obvious that were trying to be someone or something that were not!"

Murmurs shot up then, some between people that couldnt be heard from where Blaine stood and others that were directed at him.

"We should do more old school moves."
"We should krunk."
"I think there needs to be more uniformity in our hair styles."

By this point, Coach Washington had moved up to stand near Blaine, eyes wide and full of irritation. She hated when she was spoken over and evidently a freshmen getting everyones attention easily disgruntled her to no end.

"So whats your solution tiny fruity baby?"

Blaine swallowed, shoving down all his nerves into the pit of his stomach. He was already taking a risk by speaking out, but now Coach was calling him on it and he knew he needed to deliver.

"Halftime performance. We get one, they get one - thats normal. However, instead of our usual replica of what they do, based on the videos Ive seen of past year performances, we do something new and edgy. Its not in competition season so we dont have worry about the risk wed be taking."

"And I take it you already have a plan in mind?"

Blaine nodded quickly. "I do."

"Fine. We try your idea. It fails though and youre off the team. It works and youre captain."

Blaines heart shook his chest so hard that his ribs ached. God he was taking such a chance by doing this. He needed his scholarship. He wouldnt be able to afford school without it. Immediate worry and regret throbbed through his body. He should have just played it safe and gone along with things. It didnt matter whether or not his team was on top. He had let his anger over Kurts behavior dictate his actions and now he was risking everything.

Coach Washington had him take over practice, watching appraisingly from the sidelines. Blaine worked the group hard, putting them through their paces and explaining his vision to the group. To their credit they took to it easily and worked their asses off for them, going well past their usual schedule practice time.

That was how it was for the rest of the week. Coach watched from the sidelines and Blaine led everyone in drills and practices, perfecting the routine he had only just come up with. His assignments for classes were put on hold, because without cheer he could have no classes in the first place. Priorities had to be set.

"Fuck. This is insane. For your benefit I hope it pays off." Santana said, siding up to Blaine the day before the big game after their last practice before their work would be shown for the whole of SCU to judge.

Blaine could only look at her and lift his brows, silently telling Santana that he hoped the same. Hell, he didnt just hope the same, he fantasized about it. It was a damn good thing he had the fantasy too because he wasnt sleeping enough to dream so that fantasy would have to sustain him until he could finally rest for longer than a couple hours at a time.

AuntieSnix
You Sirens are in for the surprise of your lives at the game tomorrow!
#SCUSpartans

Quintessential
Short of shitting yourself on the field, there is nothing terrible enough you Spartans could do to surprise us.
#SCUSirens #SpartansSuck

FondueForMew
Wouldnt defecating on the field pose a health issue?

KittysKorner
The only ones pooping themselves will be the Sirens who wont believe what were doing.
#SCUSpartans #SirensSuck

Quintessential
I highly doubt that, but enjoy whatever hallucinogen youre on.
#SCUSirens #SpartansSuck