“Dude, I know we’re not supposed to talk about it,” he dropped his voice as his eyes shifted to make sure they were alone, “but this you-know-what idea is an awesome one,” he said, referring to the Fight Club that they had recently put together. Today was the first meeting and doing a little early morning broga to help relax before the big day was something that just seemed right. “You as hyped as I am?”
Considering when he told Sam about his Dalton Fight Club–Blaine was expecting to have his best friend look at him like he was insane? When in fact–Sam immediately latched onto the idea that they should start one here at McKinley? The half jokes that they tossed around became serious conversations and suddenly–it was really happening. Some warm up broga was a great way to put any anxiety that the McKinley boys might not have a full idea of what they were getting into to rest. They could always back out. Sort of. Sam’s voice drew his attention and he peeked over with a relaxed smile. “No, we’re not supposed to but–? Yeah. I am. Are you sure you really want to do this? I mean–. Today? We all fight.”
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