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santanaveralopez · 2 years ago

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As July creeped into being, and the anniversary of her rape grew closer and closer, Santana’s dread grew. She was doing so well now, functioning almost normally sometimes, in a way that was far beyond what she ever could have dreamed of even a few months ago. She was able to go out in public more often, even sometimes at night. She was able to continue to do well in her classes and to go on outings sometimes with Brittany, or even Rachel and Kurt, although she had to keep those short and well planned to keep herself from getting overwhelmed. She had narrowed her fall internship possibilities to three different choices and although nervous about balancing the responsibility with classes, she no longer looked at it as a daunting impossibility. She talked regularly with Brittany’s parents through Facechat and sometimes on the phone, and although she still hurt when she thought of her own family, she knew that she had a place in the world and in the heart of many others. She knew she was loved, that people cared about her and wanted her in their lives, and that meant more than she could or would ever tell them.

She was sleeping better, and although she wasn’t exactly thrilled about it all the time, she was eating better and at a healthier weight. She was using some of the coping techniques Kate had taught her in therapy, even on her own, and she was doing better with being able to actually talk about upsetting things. She had even managed to have sex- and to enjoy it.

She was doing okay. Sort of almost good, even. But the anniversary was coming, and in the week before its date rolled around, Santana knew that her “doing okay” was in serious jeopardy.

She couldn’t help it; she felt tremendous anxiety, dread, and fear any time her thoughts drifted towards the approaching date. Nothing was going to happen to her; she knew that logically, that just because it was the same month and day, it didn’t mean that history would repeat itself. She would be safe. Brittany would never let anyone hurt her. But Santana didn’t want to even have to think about the possibility of otherwise. She didn’t want to have to feel anything about it at all. She wanted it to be history, an event with no attached feelings, especially not fear. She didn’t want to have to depend on Brittany or anyone else to make her feel protected okay. She just wanted to be okay, no matter what day it was or what meaning it held.

It was just a day, just a fucking date on a calendar. She didn’t want it to mean anything at all.

So she tried to tell herself that it didn’t. She tried to tell herself that she had come too far and moved on too much for a stupid anniversary date to impact her. She refused to let it impact her. So any time it seemed remotely as though Brittany or god forbid, Rachel, might be about to reference its coming, Santana cut them off sharply, making her lack of acceptance in having the conversation clear.

She was going to be fine. She was.

But the night before, she writhed and twitched and couldn’t settle to sleep, not lulled even by Brittany’s arms or gentle touch. What little sleep she managed to get was fitful and punctuated by horrible dreams that left her waking up gasping and choking for breath, cheeks already wet with tears. Even then she tried to shrug Brittany off, to tell her she was fine, even to the point of snapping at her.

It wasn’t Brittany’s fault. Santana was the one who should be beyond this. It was herself she was really angry with.

When their alarm went off in the morning, although every muscle in Santana’s body ached with exhaustion and the desire to just curl in a ball and cry, she was stubbornly determined to push through and go about her day. She dragged herself up and out of bed without any needed prodding or coaxing from Brittany, and as she slouched into the kitchen, fumbling for the coffee maker, her hands were shaking so badly she dropped a mug, then tore a sugar packet so it spilled all over the floor. Although she wanted to eat, because that was part of being “normal”, she couldn’t think of a single thing in their kitchen or outside of it that she could imagine consuming without her stomach roiling in protest.

This was going to be a fucking bad day, but even so, she would be damned if she let it show.

@brittanybrittana

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backslashdelta · 3 years ago

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pick a fob album and assign a glee character to every song

Hi! Thank you for this ask! I am going to actually answer it this time!

I'm picking American Beauty/American Psycho because I've already tried this with two other albums and failed, and this is the one that I managed to figure out and be sort of happy with the answers lol

Irresistible -> Quinn. This song just gives me skank!Quinn vibes. It's the "I didn't come for a fight but I will fight till the end" and "I love the way you hurt me" and "too many war wounds and not enough wars" and "You're second hand smoke / I breathe you in / but honey I don't know / what you're doing to me."

American Beauty/American Psycho -> Santana. "I think I fell in love again / Maybe I just took too much cough medicine" gives me Santana trying to deny her feelings for Brittany vibes. I feel like she'd just vibe with this, like she's gorgeous but she'll fuck you up, you know?

Centuries -> Rachel. "Some legends are told / Some turn to dust or to gold / But you will remember me / Remember me for centuries" and "And I can't stop 'til the whole world knows my name" and "I am the opposite of amnesia" PLEASE try to tell me that Rachel Barbra Berry would not listen to this song and let these lyrics go right to her head. This is her SONG.

The Kids Aren't Alright -> Blaine. "And maybe I bit off more than I could chew" and "And in the end / I'd do it all again / I think you're my best friend" and "And your love is anemic and I can't believe / That you couldn't see it coming from me / And I still feel that rush in my veins / It twists my head just a bit to think / All the people in those old photographs I've seen are dead" COME ON BLAINE WOULD LISTEN TO THIS SONG AND HE WOULD HAVE SO. MANY. FUCKING. FEELINGS. You cannot convince me otherwise. It would physically pain him and he would love it.

Uma Thurman -> Sam. "I can move mountains / I can work a miracle, work a miracle / Ooh, oh, oh, I'll keep you like an oath / May nothing but death do us apart" Sam does everything with his whole self okay, he is all in and he will commit and he would do anything in his power to keep those commitments, and I think this would resonate with him because of that.

Jet Pack Blues -> Tina. It's the "When the city goes silent / The ringing in my ears gets violent" and "I think our hands were just that close / The sweetness never lasted, no" and ESPECIALLY "Did you ever love her? Do you know? / Or did you never want to be alone?" I think Tina loves herself but struggles a bit with being alone, and I think this song would really make her feel those feelings.

Novocaine -> Puck. "I will always land on you like a sucker punch" and "Don't mind me, I'm just a son of a gun" and "I'm just a problem that doesn't wanna be solved" et cetera. In my mind, Puck is someone who has a hard time thinking he's good enough, and this song has a lot of lines that he would really be able to relate to.

Fourth of July -> Sebastian. "I said I'd never miss you" and "I'll be as honest as you let me / I miss your early morning company" and "Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean any of it / I just got too lonely" and just... if you know, you know.

Favorite Record -> Brittany. This just sounds like a song that Brittany would play for Santana when they're broken up but she wants to get back together. "You were the song stuck in my head / Every song that I've ever loved." And that's that on that.

Immortals -> Jesse. "They say we are what we are, but we don’t have to be / I’m bad behavior but I do it in the best way" and just. Immortals. Jesse fully seems like the kind of guy who could be just full of himself enough to start talking about being immortal; not literally, but metaphorically. About how he's so great and will leave such an impact that it will remain forever, you know? This is sort of the same reason that Rachel for Centuries.

Twin Skeletons (Hotel In NYC) -> Finn. This is very Finn-post-graduation feeling lost and directionless. "And honey I only appeared so I can fade away / I wanna throw my hands in the air and scream" this feels very much Finn spiraling, showing up to NYC to find Rachel living her best life and then just ditching, not knowing what to do with himself. "There's a room in a hotel in New York City" yes Finn, yes there is, and it's the room where you beat the shit out of Brody, asshole.

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chocoholicannanymous · 3 years ago

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If the Spit Hits the Fan (Glee) Part XV

Follows pt I, pt II, pt III, pt IV, pt V, part VI, pt VII, part VIII, part IX, part X, part XI, part XII, part XIII and part XIV.

Being Sebastian's boyfriend really isn't that much different from being his friend. They do a lot of the same things, and talk about the same stuff, only now there's hand-holding and kissing and cuddling with it. Apart from the touching though? Nothing really changes much.

Which kind of makes it sound like how it was with Blaine.

It's not though.

Sebastian will hold his hand in the hallway without worrying about being seen. And yes, Dalton is different from McKinley – so, so much different, and safer – but Blaine even hesitated to hold Kurt's hand in the choir room, surrounded by friends.

Sebastian kisses him in a way that never leaves Kurt doubting there's attraction, and has to stop his hands from wandering too far on a regular basis – yet never making Kurt worry he won't stop.

Sebastian makes Kurt have to stop himself, both from allowing it and from doing his own wandering. They're still too new to go there, no matter how much Kurt's hormones sit up and beg every time Sebastian touches him. (They'll get there, Kurt's sure, just... Step by step, and not yet.)

Sebastian reaches out for Kurt without looking – sometimes seemingly without thinking – to pull him close, and always makes a space for him.

And when Sebastian sings, it's with Kurt, or for him, not at him.

It's a far cry from scheduled make-outs and avoiding even PG13 levels of PDA and being made to feel like his boyfriend is more interested in his own hand than in Kurt.

It's amazing.

There's a rainbow rose hanging on Kurt's door on Valentine's day. He and Sebastian have been dating for two days – a day and a half, if he was to be picky – and Kurt knows from last year's insanity that there's not a flower shop within two hours of Vesterville that carries rainbow roses. They have to be ordered special, and with a lot more warning than two days.

Kurt's not the least bit ashamed about how he squeals, or how he turns on his heel and kisses his boyfriend (!) for long enough to be a little dizzy afterwards.

This isn't to say that Sebastian is a perfect boyfriend. He's not. Then again, neither is Kurt. He's working from romantic movies and the examples from the New directions, and of course from his time with Blaine. Neither is a good road map. Romantic movies have so many flaws Kurt don't really want to examine, and a lot of his favorites are set too far back in time to be useful as guidelines. The loves lives of his old glee mates are...well. They're flawed too, when seen without rose-colored glasses and envy.

As for his relationship with Blaine... Even if he's not counting how it ended that relationship was so very less than perfect, and honestly it was both their faults. Kurt's not without blame, he knows that and can admit it without somehow pretending what Blaine did wrong never happened.

So he's trying to learn from his mistakes, and other people's mistakes, and he does his best to communicate with Sebastian – who does the same in return.

Also, no one can say that they don't argue. They definitely do. They have from the beginning, and they're both opinionated passionate people, so why should they stop now? Their relationship has changed – they themselves haven't.

It's just that they manage to argue in a way that works. That doesn't makes Kurt pull out his claws to eviscerate Sebastian, that doesn't scare Kurt, or make him give in to “preserve the peace”. That, right there, was one of the things that had sent his relationship with Blaine down the wrong turn. When he'd first told his dad that he'd begun dating Blaine Burt Hummel had told him never to go to bed angry with his partner. He'd meant to sort out arguments and disagreements, but Kurt had interpreted it as needing to back down and push down his anger or hurt. With Sebastian he doesn't.

They argue, because that's who – and how – they are, but they do it in as mature and healthy way as they are able to, being teenagers. And they apologize if they step over the line. Not Kurt apologizes, regardless, with Sebastian pouting until he does, but both of them.

If Kurt had to, he'd call it damned near perfect. Instead he'll just say it's good, and he's happy.

That's never something to look down on.

The week of Regionals is weird. Kurt's never felt as prepared or as calm with a competition approaching, which is rather telling. The rest of the Warblers are a different story though. Kurt has made it clear that his primary goal is to beat the Troubletones, and his friends are feeling the pressure. They even ask if Kurt and Sebastian won't reconsider singing 'Human Nature'.

“Look, guys, I'm honored, really, that you would trust me, us like that. But I want to win more than I want that solo. And even if we ignore the fact that Ohio doesn't seem ready for a gay duet, I really do think the setlist we have is stronger as is. The Troubletones have a great presence, and both Mercedes and Santana are awesomely talented. However, everything about the Troubletones are built around them. The rest of the girls are background and dancing. If we go on with a number that's the same they are going to win, for no other reason than that most people find girls prettier and nicer to look at.

“But if we go on as an actual choir, for a show choir competition? We'll win. I'm sure of it. We've worked so hard with our songs, and I wouldn't change a thing about our setlist.”

And it's true. They have an amazing setlist, and everything flows in a way that makes Kurt feel practically professional, and he's not giving that – and its chance to win – up to stare longingly at Sebastian while singing a song that exposes them to the core.

No. Kurt's going to have quite a lot more time in the spotlight than he'd expected when turning down a proper solo. He's going to sing with his friends, and his boyfriend, and he's going to show McKinley what it means to be a team onstage.

The Troubletones are just as amazing onstage as Kurt thought. They've done a good job picking their songs, and Mercedes still has the best voice he's ever heard live. Santana's not quite as talented, but give her the right song – which these are – and she'll blow your mind. Their choreography showcases the girls poached from the Cheerios without making Mercedes look too far behind, and their clothes look good.

Kurt would vote for them any day, even with Rachel being given a place in the background, except this one. This is going to be his day. He meets Sebastians eyes as they line up and nods.

Showtime.

'I want You Back' does exactly what it's meant to, namely getting the audience in a party mood. As the last notes flows into the first from 'Man in the Mirror' the mood shifts and Kurt feels his own shift with it. His solo feels a little raw, because in no way can he sing those lines without being reminded of all the crap he's gone through over the past 6 months.

“...a willow deeply scared, somebody's broken heart and a washed out dream...”

Well. His heart might have been broken, and his dreams about Blaine did wash out. But he's got new dreams, and his hearts healed, and no matter the scars he's whole where it matters. And even if he wasn't? He's looking in the mirror, and he's changing.

They bring the party back with their last song, giving their all transforming the sounds of 'Beat It' to sounds that can be reproduced by the human throat. The dancing is the most demanding Kurt's ever done onstage, and he knows he will definitely be beat after. But they look and sound awesome, and that's all that matters.

Or maybe not, he ruefully thinks as he sees Finn on his feet, jumping up and down and whooping as the Warblers are proclaimed the winners and Rachel looks like she's been pelted with eggs again.

“You stole our songs!”

Of course. All Kurt wants to do is get on the bus, go back to Dalton and celebrate. Okay, shower, then celebrate. So naturally Rachel is waiting to ambush him. Well, that's not going to go the way she's probably thinking.

“Really? Really Rachel, you're going there? You know very well that we didn't steal anything. Oh, I know that there was a suggestion that the New Directions do Michael for Sectionals, but I also know that you were the one who refused to accept it.

“You really blew it there. Michael is a great choice for Sectionals or Regionals, what with the Ohio mindset, and I'm pretty sure you would have won with the setlist the guys suggested. I'm not surprised you put a stop to it though.”

Rachel draws back, looking first shocked, then insulted, then finally like an angry goose, complete with hissing sound. He's not letting it touch him though, lets it run over him, one might say, like water over a goose.

“There are no songs in Michael Jacksons discography that's a given for you, no certainty that you'll be featured. And in the end, that's what mattered, wasn't it? Not that the New Directions won, but that you won. You wanted to beat the Troubletones, didn't you? Wanted to show that you were better than Mercedes, wanted to prove that her beating you when auditioning for Maria was just a fluke. Wanted to prove what everyone knows, that's she's every bit as good as you, and sometimes better, is wrong.

“Well, congratulations. You got what you wanted in terms of the setlist and the spotlight, but you fucked up everything else. And not just for you, but for everyone.”

An expression of pain flies across Rachel's face, and he pushes the knife in a little bit further.

“We weren't as blind though. The minute Finn told me about the Michael setlist I knew it was a winner. As did the other Warblers. I asked Finn first, and Sam and Puck. They didn't think we needed their permission, as you didn't use the songs, but they gave it any way.”

Kurt looks at Rachel, looks at the way she's still fuming, still refusing to see any other side than her own. It won't matter what he says – she'll keep ignoring any and all arguments against her. Once he might have tried harder to make her understand, but as things are he just wants to leave. His boyfriend's waiting and that makes Kurt out of time to spend on his former friend.

“Your loss, our gain.”

He starts to leave, but thinks better of it. He's got one more jab in him.

“Oh, and Rachel? Don't worry. Going to Nationals is a privilege, and we won't waste it. We've already gotten started on a setlist.”

It's petty, but. So's she.

That evening the Warblers celebrate as thoroughly as a bunch of uniformed boys in a well-staffed boarding school can. This means that it's late when Kurt drags Sebastian to his room (unlike him Sebastian's in a single), but neither of them is under the influence of anything but happiness.

That's important to Kurt as they tumble into Sebastian's bed while kissing, because he doesn't want there to be any doubt in Sebastian's mind that when Kurt pulls off his shirt and then goes for his fly it's because he wants to.

Having Sebastian stop him is frustrating, to say the very least.

“Hey, what are you doing?”

It's only the fact that it's Sebastian, and that he's shown himself trustworthy in so many ways over the past months that stops Kurt from storming out.

“I thought we... You know?”

It's so hard to say, to open himself up like this, years of being told he's a predator, or ugly, or plain wrong getting just as much in his way as the fact that he's never done this, and the only time he's been even close wasn't even about him.

Apparently he's going to have to use his words regardless, because Sebastian's not taking the opening.

“I thought we could have sex.” There. Words. Consent. Door wide open.

And yet Sebastian's still not taking the opening.

“What's the hurry?”

Kurt pulls back a little, hurt blooming.

“No, no, don't. Talk to me, okay? I'm a bit surprised I guess. We haven't even been dating for two months yet, and I know this is new for you.”

“So? It's not like I'm waiting for marriage.”

Kurt knows he sounds a bit snippy, and he has sort of been waiting – not for marriage, but for something, some feeling of more. He's got that feeling with Sebastian, so what's the point of waiting any longer? Everyone else his age (or so it feels) is having sex so why can't he?

Some of it must bleed through because Sebastian gets that “aha” look, and nods a bit.

“Look, regardless of what I might have said or implied when chasing Blaine, I'm actually not the whore of Babylon. I have, however, rounded a few bases and enjoyed them. I think you'd enjoy them too, and I would love to find out first hand. But that doesn't have to mean we go straight to fucking.” Kurt blushes, because he might be ready to do it, but those words...

“So. I'm not going to push, and I'm not going to rush. I am more than interested though, I'm just happy to take it a bit slow. To build up to every step. As far as I'm concerned you've earned that.”

Sebastian's looking so earnest it kills Kurt annoyance, and then lightning-quick it's replaced by a vicked look than makes him shiver all over.

“I wouldn't mind showing you the first of many, many bases now though. How about it, babe?”

Kurt doesn't mind either, neither then nor the next day.

#chocoholic fics #kurt fic #kurt hummel #sebastian smythe #a wild sebastian appears #kurtbastian

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nnightskiess · 4 years ago

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r e q u e s t : Hi! If it’s cool can you please write an imagine with Quinn Fabray where her s/o thought it’d be fun to watch Quinn do flips and tumbles to work on her routine for Cheerios at Quinn’s house. But Quinn, in the middle did her tumbling accidentally kicks/hits her s/o so the rest of the day becomes her apologizing, cuddling, and holding an ice pack on her s/o’s cheek. Thank you!

Two arms wrapped around her from behind, interrupting her conversation with Santana and Brittany. The kiss planted on her temple revealed it was her girlfriend, Y/N.

Quinn looked up, seeing her grinning back at her. She shook her head softly and let out a breathy chuckle at the giddy look on Y/N’s face.

“Come here, I’ve missed you.” Quinn leaned forward to kiss the girl.

“Wanky.” Santana joked, but she loved seeing the two together.

“You’ll get some lady kisses too, after school.” Brittany shrugged and put her head on the Latina’s shoulder.

“Talking about after school,” Y/N took a seat next to Quinn and put her legs onto her girlfriend’s lap. “Want to do something? It’s been a week since we’ve been on a date.”

“I have to practice for the Cheerios.” She groaned and rubbed her temples. She knew Sue had purposely made her practice more just because she assumed Y/N was taking her mind off her real priorities; being captain of the Cheerios.

Y/N pouted, “Again?”

Quinn reached to grab Y/N’s hand and started playing with her fingers. “Yeah, Sue’s still breathing down my neck. She’s threatening degrading me to the bottom of the pyramid if I don’t get this flip right.”

Y/N nodded understandingly and squeezed her hand. Quinn was so grateful that Y/N was this considerate and empathetic.

“Why don’t you just help her, Y/N?” Brittany offered.

“I can’t do flips or anything... how would I be able to help?”

“You can stand next to her and support her lower back the first few times.”

Quinn immediately nodded, “Wait- yes, that might work! Besides, I need someone to tell me if my form’s looking good.”

“Okay, count me in then.”

The two looked at each other sheepishly until Quinn broke their stare and smiled, looking down at her lap.

“I feel like I just ate a bucket of cotton candy.” Santana faked a gag.

“Santana...” Quinn rolled her eyes in amusement and turned to Mr. Schue when he walked in, not letting Y/N’s hand go.

✫彡

“Tell me again what I need to do?”

Quinn and Y/N were standing on the edge of the football fields, where a football practice was going on.

“I’m going to run up to you, then jump like this-” She demonstrated in slow motion, “And then you need to put this hand here...” Quinn put Y/N’s hand in place, “I’ll do the flip and meanwhile this hand... needs to support me here.”

Quinn looked up at Y/N when she kept silent, only to see a tiny, devilish grin on her face. “Oh, please.” She pushed her off, laughing. “Come on, if you help me then maybe we’ll have some time left... okay?”

Y/N nodded and stood in place while Quinn took some steps back. She was about to run until Y/N raised her hands.

“Wait- I don’t want to drop you.”

Quinn’s expression softened at the genuine worry on her girlfriend’s face.

“You won’t drop me, don’t worry. I’m going to do all the work, you just need to make sure that I do it right.”

Y/N nodded softly.

“You ready?”

“Yeah, come on, kangaroo.”

Quinn laughed and sprinted, stretching her arms in the air. She dove forward and pushed herself over with her hands. She turned to Y/N after she landed, hands still in the air as her finishing pose.

“Now i’m going to do the same flip but without my hands this time. ”

Quinn walked back to her starting spot. “You can support me in the same places, okay?”

Y/N nodded once again.

Quinn took a sprint and jumped. She made herself small in the air as her hands balanced next to her body. But when she was about to flip over, her foot made contact with something-- or rather, someone. Quinn clumsily landed on the ground since she had lost all concentration and balance the moment she realised she had hit her girlfriend.

“Oh my God-”

She ignored the turf burn on her legs from the fall and immediately crawled over to Y/N, who was sitting hunched over with her hand on her forehead.

“I’m so sorry, are you okay? Let me see-” Quinn quickly removed Y/N’s hands and gasped when she saw the burn scrape that her shoe had left on the girl’s forehead. The area around it was red and Quinn was sure it was going to bruise.

“I’m so sorry I-”

“No, it’s my fault.” Y/N groaned and rubbed her forehead again. “I thought you were going to topple over so I leaned in closer and-” Quinn sighed softly, she truly didn’t deserve Y/N.

“Let me see again, baby?”

Quinn leaned closer and softly held Y/N’s head. Yup, it was already bruising. She caressed it slowly with her thumb until Y/N winced.

Quinn immediately apologised, “Sorry.”

“Are you dizzy? Nauseous? Blurry vision...”

“No, none of that. Just hurts.”

Quinn bit her lip. “Let’s get some Neosporin and an ice pack.” She helped the girl up, quickly gathered their bags and slung them over her shoulder before walking back into the school.

✫彡

They sat in the nurse’s office. Y/N was seated on the stretcher while Quinn stood between her legs, holding the ice pack to her face. The nurse told them that it would probably bruise very badly, but that was all.

“I don’t want to walk around with an egg on my forehead for a week.” Y/N pouted.

“I’m sure you’d rock that look, though.” Quinn teased and laughed when she saw the glare Y/N was sending her. “I’m still so sorry, baby.”

Y/N shrugged. “Eh, it’s worth it. We’re spending time together now.”

Quinn’s smile dropped and she put the ice pack on the stretcher.

“I’m sorry that I’ve been so cooped up with cheer practices... I shouldn’t have put you in second place, even if it was unknowingly.”

“No, no- Quinnie, I know how important it is to you. You’re not putting me in second place. I love seeing you so proud of yourself during every cheer performance. I want that smile to last. If that means we get to spend a little less time together, then so be it. I love seeing you happy.”

Quinn wasted no time and immediately grabbed Y/N’s cheek and kissed her. Y/N put her arms around the girl’s neck and kissed back. The two broke apart after a few seconds, realising they were still in the nurse’s office.

“I love you.” She blurted out.

“Wait, what?” Y/N rose her eyebrows.

“I am so in love with you.” Quinn repeated. “Even if you walk around with an egg on your head for the next few days-- I love you. All of you.”

Y/N bit her lip, trying to hold back her tears. But of course Quinn noticed.

“Are you crying?”

“No... My head still hurts, remember?”

Quinn jokingly slapped her chest, “Of course,” before embracing her.

“I love you too.”

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the next day

Y/N woke up with a pounding in her head which immediately made her remember what had happened the day before. Her head was now blue and the spot where Quinn’s shoe had scraped her forehead was still red. A huge bump was visible. She tried to cover it up with foundation, but every contact with her forehead hurt. She hissed and groaned until it looked as good as it could.

Y/N thought she’d done a decent job covering it up until she passed Brittany in the school’s hallway.

She gasped, “Did you call her Lucy Caboosey?”

“Wha-? Who? What does that even mean?”

Santana joined the two. “Did someone use you as a boxing bag because damn, you look rough.”

Y/N groaned, “Is it that bad?”

“Yeah, unless the look you were going for today was Smurfette.”

Quinn walked up to them, “It’s my fault, it’s my fault.” She panicked a bit when she saw how bad her girlfriend’s forehead looked today. She grabbed a soothing ointment out of her backpack and applied it to Y/N’s forehead.

“Ouch, Q. Careful.”

“Sorry.”

Santana eyed the two. “So... what happened?”

“...Lucy Caboosey.” Brittany whispered, earning a glare from Quinn.

“I hit her in the head during a flip...”

Santana snorted but immediately excused herself when Quinn looked at her.

“You look cute though,” Brittany booped Y/N’s nose, “Like a cute, beluga whale.”

Y/N laughed, “Thanks, Britt, I guess...” She turned to Quinn. “I’m going to get another ice pack or something before Glee, I’ll see you there.”

“I’ll get it for you.”

“My head hurts, my legs work just fine.”

Quinn nodded and planted a quick peck on Y/N’s cheek before the three walked off to Glee club.

✫彡

All eyes were on Y/N as she walked in. Not only because she had interrupted Mr. Schue, but also because of the giant bump on her bruised forehead.

Rachel gasped, “Y/N! You look ridiculous! Sectionals is this weekend!”

“Hey! Don’t talk to her like that.” Quinn shot at her.

Y/N completely ignored Rachel and the others staring and sat down next to Quinn. She was sucking on a lollipop.

“Where’d you get that?” Brittany shot up.

“Nurse’s office.”

Y/N grabbed a handful of lollipops out of her pocket and handed them all to Brittany, who gasped in excitement. Quinn shook her head in amusement and so did Santana when Brittany put three of them in her mouth.

“What? I like to mix flavours... I call this the ‘outer space’ flavour.”

Quinn turned to Y/N when Mr. Schue continued talking, “Are you alright?”

“Yeah, she gave me some pain killers.” Y/N whispered back.

“C’mere.” Quinn softly grabbed her girlfriend’s forehead and kissed it gently.

“I’m never going to let you help me again.” She cuddled up to her.

Y/N laughed,

“Fine by me.”

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tthankstoyou · 3 years ago

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Platonic hevans how would Sam and Kurt comfort each other after all their breakups on glee

I love this omg thanks for the ask! It’s all under the cut cus this got kinda long. Sam deadass dated like every girl on the show 💀

(I’m not doing Samchel bc I didnt watch any of their scenes. I feel like I shouldn’t talk about a ship I know nothing about haha)

Fabrevans breakup: Kurt isn’t at McKinley but he overhears Finn on the phone with Puck bragging about how he got Quinn to make out with him after school even though she’s with Sam. Kurt is like ‘HUH?’ and subtly asks Rachel and Mercedes about it at their next sleepover, which Fabrevans broke up earlier that day. Mercedes and Rachel tell Kurt all of the drama, including how they had a date to Color Me Mine planned for that night that Sam was looking forward to.

Kurt is looks at the time and see’s that there’s still two hours before Color Me Mine closes. Without much thinking, he gets changed into his clothes (since they’re wearing pajamas) and starts texting people for Sam’s address. Mercedes is like “and where are you off to?” Kurt says “I feel bad that Sam isn’t able to go to Color Me Mine anymore, I’m gonna ask him if it’s okay if I go with him.” Mercedes raises her eyebrows and Kurt is like “As two friends who love painting ceramics.”

So he pulls up to the Evans residence. Sam is surprised to see Kurt at his door. He asks what Kurt is doing there and Kurt is straight up like “To take you to Color Me Mine.”

Sam is dating Santana, so Sam says “I cant go on a date with you if I’m dating Santana. Although I think she’d be okay with polyamory if you give me a second to ask her.” Kurt is like “NO! I don’t want to date both you and Santana. I heard that you and Quinn were planning on going to date to Color Me Mine before you guys broke up... and I wanted to know if it would be okay if I took you... as friends.”

Sam says “A bro date to Color Me Mine. I like that. Let me get my jacket and I’ll be right back out.”

Samtana breakup: Sam wasn’t too broken up about their breakup, he honestly saw it coming. He didn’t even realize they were broken up until he saw that Santana was now dating Karofsky. He didn’t care that much, they barley hung out to begin with. But Kurt cared a lot, he wanted to make sure that Sam wasn’t feeling like he was cheated on.

On a night that Kurt was coming over to Sam’s hotel just to drop off clothes, he also decided to bring his laptop and lots of snacks. Sam was surprised to see Kurt bringing all of this stuff, but he wasn’t complaining. Kurt popped in a DVD of avatar that he bought on the way there and they spent the night under the blankets.

Samcedes “breakup” #1: I use the word breakup really loosely as they were never dating the first time around, but that doesn’t mean they didn’t love each other and ending things wasn’t painful.

Sam is living with the Hudmels at this time so Kurt can hear Sam crying from his room. Kurt knocks quietly on Sam’s door. Sam doesn’t answer so Kurt let’s himself in. He see’s Sam bundled under the covers and notices that he’s eyes are bloodshot from all the crying. Kurt sits on the edge of Sam’s bed and tells him that he’s always there for Sam as a friend. Mercedes may be his best friend, but that doesn’t mean he cares about Sam and his happiness any less.

Sam crumbles at this and sobs into Kurt’s shoulder. He tells Kurt all about how Mercedes sing Whitney Houston to him as a way to tell him that she couldn’t do this even though she loved him. Kurt tells him that everything will be okay and that this heartache won’t last forever.... which is true seeing that Sam and Mercedes go to prom together soon after that.

Bram breakup: Sam would, once again, be a sobbing mess. I feel like Sam would be super out of himself, Blaine and Tina are doing their part to cheer him up as their best friends, but Kurt feels like he should do something too seeing as he’s at home when it all happened.

Kurt takes Sam on a bro date, reminiscent of the one that they went on when Sam and Quinn broke up. Kurt takes Sam to see some movie that just came out that Sam has watched the trailer for like 50 times. Kurt almost falls asleep during the movie, but Sam is having the time of his life. It’s the first time that Kurt has seen Sam so happy recently. They leave the theatre and take a short stop to get ice cream. While eating the ice cream, Sam raves about the movie and how amazing it was. He’s already talking about bringing Tina and Blaine to see it with him the next weekend.

Samcedes breakup #2: Sam didn’t see this one coming, they were doing so well. He thought for sure that Mercedes would be the girl he married (spoiler alert: he does marry her, he just doesn’t know it yet).

Before Sam goes back to Lima, Kurt takes Sam out for brunch to talk about how he’s feeling about everything. Sam tells him that he feels like he gives so much love, but the world doesn’t want him to be happy. He tells Kurt that he had a plan for his future with Mercedes. He could see it all so clearly, she was the first person that Sam has dated that he could imagine getting married, raising children, and growing old together. Sam says that feels like he should just give up at love, because it obviously is never going to work out.

Kurt listens to Sam talk in detail about this all for a hella long time, only adding in comments here and there to make sure Sam knows he hasn’t tuned out.

At the end of Sam pouring his heart out, Kurt says “I know my best friends, which are you and Mercedes. I can see how in love you too are and how hard you tried to make it work. From what it sounds like to me, this isn’t a forever breakup. It’s an ‘until we meet again’ breakup, meaning that your story isn’t over. And don’t you give up on love Sam Evans, you are one of the most lovable boys I know. And I promise you that Mercedes hasn’t stopped loving you ever since the summer you guys had your little fling.”

Klaine breakup #1: Sam is in Lima consoling Blaine after the breakup, but he also can’t help but wonder how Kurt is feeling.

One night, Sam calls up Kurt on skype and asks him how he’s holding up. Kurt lies and says he’s fine, but Sam can see right through it. Sam says, “You’re not fine. You don’t have to lie to me” which makes Kurt break out into tears. He tells Sam how much it all hurts and how he never thought he’d have to feel pain like this. Kurt mentions how he feels like he’s not allowed to be sad because he has to help keep Rachel’s spirits up, but it’s just so hard. All he wants to do is have his best friend huh him and help him through his heartbreak.

That gives Sam the idea of visiting New York for the weekend. Sam buys plane tickets with money he’s saved up from working at the tire shop and shows up outside of Kurt’s door on Friday night, completely taking Kurt by surprise. Sam immediately gives Kurt a huge ass hug and tells him that he’s there to help keep his mind off of things.

They have a great weekend, Kurt takes Sam to places in New York that they didn’t see at Nationals two years prior and also takes Sam to all of his fav hidden spots in the city. One of them being a cute little bakery that he spends his mornings in when he doesn’t have anywhere to be.

Sam and Kurt spend Saturday night watching musicals, while Kurt tries to hold back tears because they remind him of Blaine. Sam notices this and makes Kurt turn it off and instead put on Avatar. Kurt is like “Excuse me?” but Sam says it’s because that’s what Kurt did for his breakup with Santana. They might as well make it a tradition.

Klaine breakup #2: Just like with the previous breakup, Sam skype calls Kurt. It’s something they’ve been doing regularly, it helps keep Sam up to date with Mercedes and helps keep Kurt up to date with his dad and Carole.

Sam logged onto this call knowing that they’d already broken up, he got the info from Blaine (since they’re besties). Unlike last time, Sam isn’t able to easily take a day few days off to fly to New York for Kurt. Things at school are ramping up and he’s been needing to work longer hours. So all that he can do is give his support through the computer screen. They stay up all night talking about anything and everything.

Kurt is trying to skate around the topic of the breakup, but he knows that he has to mention it at least once that night. Before the call ends, Kurt let’s Sam know how he’s doing with it all. He tells Sam that it’s painful knowing that the man that you love isn’t the man that you will marry. Sam knows exactly know he’s feeling, as he felt the same way about Mercedes. They fall asleep while on call, Kurt wakes up first and smiles at the sight of Sam’s sleeping face.

#holy crap this got long #asks #greyhound30 #hevans

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kurts-still-here · 3 years ago

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SongFic #3 Of The “Kurtbastian Singing Adam Lambert” series. “Sure Fire Winners”

This one is just Sebastian and Kurt having fun and being sexy together 😎😎. Songfic #4 will be up in a few days most likely but I hope you enjoy!!

Please leave any comments you have etheir on here or on A03 or FanFiction.Net !! 😁😁🤗🤗 Thank you!!

Archive Of Our Own: https://archiveofourown.org/works/32874553

FanFiction.Net: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13927358/3/Kurtbastian-Singing-Adam-Lambert (Chapter 3)

“We are so going to win this,” Kurt exclaimed as he walked out of the bathroom stall and looked at his outfit in the mirror. He was wearing a black leather jacket, a skintight black shirt, black leather pants and black, knee-high laced up boots. He had on sunglasses even though it was indoors and his hair was spiked up with hair gel. He had drawn a star on his cheek and had blue and purple glitter on his face along with guyliner.

“Well they might as well just give it to us now with the way we look,” Sebastian said, walking out of his stall and up to Kurt. Him and Kurt were matching except Sebastian wasn’t wearing the laced-up boots. He looked his boyfriend up and down and smiled. “We look hot.”

“I know we do babe,” Kurt said, kissing him on the cheek. “And our performance is going to be even better, I know it.”

“Yeah well we better get going, don’t want to keep everyone waiting. Do you think Mr. Schue and Artie have everything set up?” Sebastian asked. They had asked Mr. Schue if they could have some special effects and props for their performance and their teacher had happily agreed.

“I don’t know,” Kurt said, taking out his phone. “I’ll text Artie and ask him.”

The week’s assignment in the glee club was to sing a song about victory and Kurt and Sebastian had admittedly known the perfect song for them to sing. It was upbeat and full of energy. The assignment was a competition and whatever group won got the duet at Sectionals. Sebastian didn’t really care about winning since he had been the lead soloist for the Warblers and had sung solos at the competitions but he knew that Kurt wasn’t as lucky as him even if he was the most talented performer in the group. He knew how much a duet would mean for Kurt so they went all out with costumes, make-up, special effects and props. They also came up with matching choreography and Sebastian had to say that it was the most work and effort he had ever put into anything. But it was all worth it because he knew they were going to win and he really wanted that duet for Kurt. His boyfriend deserved it.

Kurt had told him about the glee club’s duet competition last year and about how he ended up singing a duet by himself because Finn didn’t want him to sing with Sam. It had just hurt Kurt even more when Sam and Quinn had won the competition and Kurt had told him that even though he loved singing “Le Jazz Hot” that he was glad he had a partner this year. Sebastian had seen the video of Kurt’s performance and thought that Kurt would be the only person in the world who could pull off singing a duet as a solo.

His costume was so creative and so was the background he had designed. He had also designed costumes for the Cheerios he had paid to act as background dancers for him and the choreography was stunning. Sebastian thought that he should’ve won but Kurt told him that Finn and Rachel were acting fishy the whole time so they probably had something to do with Sam and Quinn’s win. Not that they didn’t deserve to win but even Santana and Mercedes’ performance of “River Deep, Mountain High'' was mind blowing. Kurt didn’t care about winning so much as having someone to sing with and made a joke saying that he may be able to sing a duet by himself but that he didn’t want to have dinner by himself. But last year didn’t matter anymore because this year they were going to win a duet at Sectionals and not some stupid dinner at a cheap restaurant when Sebastian could easily pay for his own date and could take Kurt to a 5-star restaurant.

Plus this time the group couldn’t vote for themselves so as long as they blew it out of the park then they were for sure the winners. They were the last to go this week seeing that they had spent so long preparing themselves and that they had just finished up their performance the previous day. Brittany and Santana had sung “Try Everything” by Shakira, Finn and Rachel had sung “The Climb” by Miley Cyrus, Sam and Puck had sung “Victorious” by Panic! At The Disco, Tina, Mercedes and Quinn had sung “Shake It Off” by Taylor Swift as a trio and Mike and Artie had sung “On Top Of The World” by Imagine Dragons. All the performances were good but Sebastian thought that the only competition they really had was against Sam and Puck since they had picked a song similar to theirs, the only difference was they didn’t put in the extra effort. They had it in the bag.

“He says they're ready,” Kurt squealed. “Oh, I’m so excited, Seb, just imagine us singing a duet at Sectionals. Together. It’d be so romantic and fun and we would win the competition for the New Directions.”

“Well you won’t have to imagine much longer. You deserve this more than anyone else Kurt. Don’t go down without a fight, okay?” Sebastian told him. Sebastian thought that sometimes Kurt went too easy on his friends and let them push him to the side when Kurt was a star. He needed to stand up for himself more and go after what he wanted.

“I won’t, I promise.” Kurt said and grabbed ahold of Sebastian’s hand. “Now let’s go win this duet.” He cheered and they grabbed their stuff before walking out of the bathroom.

They walked to the choir room hand in hand, mentally preparing themselves for their song. They couldn’t help but worry a little too much, especially Kurt. The choreography was a little complicated and it had taken them some time to really nail it down but it would be worth it in the end. It was fast, just like the music and they had to mind the spacing in the choir room also.

Once they reached the choir room they stood outside of the doors, Kurt to the right and Sebastian to the left. They were planning to come into the room when the music started to surprise everyone and to add an effect. They would storm into the room, grabbing everyone’s attention and the lights and the costumes and the choreography and the singing would be a crowd pleaser.

“Okay, why am I so nervous?” Kurt asked, pacing back and forth, fidgeting with his hands.

“I don’t know, why are you?” Sebastian asked. Kurt had no reason to be nervous right now. He was amazing and he could and would pull this off. “Hey, look at me babe,” He told Kurt and took his hands to hold them. “We’re going to win this and we're going to perform at Sectionals. Don’t worry about it, you’re going to psych yourself out.”

“I know,” Kurt nodded. “I just… things are never certain and I really want this Seb. It’s my last Sectionals and I want it to be really special.”

“I know you do and I want this for you too so just calm down, focus, breathe and get your head in the game.”

“I will,” Kurt said, doing what Sebastian told him to do and taking a deep breath. “Artie says that he’ll text me when they're ready inside but the band is still setting up.”

Sebastian nodded and gave Kurt a kiss before going back to the other door to the choir room. Inside everyone was talking to each other about the setup of the room.

“Of course this is for Lady Hummel and Fivel, gays always go full out,” Santana said, looking around the room.

“Well doesn’t this seem like a little too much?” Rachel asked the group who just shrugged in response. “I mean it’s not like they’re going to win over me and Finn.”

“You know what Man-Hands,” Quinn snapped. “Just for that I’m not voting for you. And The Climb was the worst. How is that about victory?”

“It’s about overcoming obstacles in life. My obstacles being you guys and how hard it is working with people who are less talented than you.” Rachel said, nonchalantly.

“Rachel, babe, you can’t just say things like that.” Finn told her. “It’s not nice. But anyways, this does seem like something Kurt would do. Remember his “duet” last year?”

“You mean the duet he did by himself because your homophobic ass couldn’t handle him singing a song with Sam?” Quinn asked, raising an eyebrow. “I remember and he nailed it. You guys better watch out because now he has Sebastian and we all know how badly he wants a duet.”

“Hey, I wasn’t being homophobic, I was looking out for the team. Sam knows what I’m talking about right dude?” Finn asked Sam who shrugged.

“I don’t know man, some of the shit you said was really offensive. And I was all set to sing with him and then you talked to us and he set me free. I would totally have still done it if it wasn’t for you.” Sam explained, narrowing his eyes at Finn. Sam liked Kurt a lot and they were really close with one another. Sam treated Kurt like he was one of the guys and they had only bonded more when Kurt had helped him out the previous school year with his siblings. He had really wanted to sing with him but then Kurt had let him go and Sam was too worried about his popularity at the time to try and get Kurt to keep their arrangement. Up until now Kurt and Sam had only sung one or two lines together in a group piece and Sam had always thought that maybe he could still see if Kurt wanted to sing with him. He’d have to ask him.

“That’s not what I meant, it’s just…” Finn’s voice trailed off and threw his hands in the air, frustrated. “... you just don’t get it,”

“It doesn’t matter now anyway. Kurt has a partner this time and it’s obvious that he’s in it to win it with Seb,” Tina said. “He should’ve gotten this a long time ago.” She rolled her eyes at Rachel.

“Yeah well he could’ve gotten a solo at Sectionals two years ago if he would’ve hit the high F but he couldn’t despite saying he was able to. It’s not my fault that I have a superior vocal range.” Rachel sneered.

“You know what Berry I’m sick of your shit,” Santana yelled, pointing her finger at Rachel. “Let me give you a little newsflash here. First of all, half the people in this room like Artie, Mercedes and I have a better vocal range than you. Kurt can sing just as good as any of us but no one ever gives him the chance to shine. He can hit that note, he’s hit it several times before right in front of you but you never noticed because your ego’s ten sizes the size it should be. We weren’t going to tell you because we didn’t want to risk you throwing a hissy fit and blabbing your mouth but we already decided that we’re voting for him. He deserves this and he’s the only member of this club that hasn’t had a chance to shine yet. So shut up, suck it up and deal with it you selfish bitch.” Santana fell back in her seat and folded her arms across her stomach as she watched her friends' (and Rachel’s) expressions.

All the girl besides Rachel looked proud of her (and why shouldn't they be), the boys looked surprised and shocked (which they shouldn't be because that wasn’t the first time she had told Berry off) and Finn and Rachel looked like she had just slapped them (and they were lucky that she didn’t because she really wanted to).

The room was silent for a few seconds before Artie and Mr. Schue came out of Mr. Schue’s adjoining office. “Okay everyone, I think we’re all ready to watch our last performance from Kurt and Sebastian. Artie you can get Kurt to tell him that we’re all ready for him.” Artie pulled out his phone to text Kurt while Mr. Schue continued talking. “Now after they are finished we’ll be voting to see who wins the competition and remember, you can’t vote for yourselves this time.”

“Is there even a point in voting?” Rachel muttered and everyone except Finn shot her a death glare.

“Okay, he says that they’re ready,” Artie said. “Let’s start up the smoke and then he says they’ll come in when the music starts playing.”

“Alright then,” Mr. Schue said, going over to the smoke machine and staring it up. “Hit it you guys,” He said, referring to the band who started playing the background music for the song.

“Wait,” Kurt said. “I hear the music,” He told Sebastian. “Ready babe?”

“Born ready babe,” Sebastian assured his boyfriend. “Let’s do this,”

And with that they opened their doors and walked into the choir room like they had planned to. They admittedly started singing while going through the choreography like they planned. The scene was perfect. They were blue and purple lights flashing around the room and Mr. Schue and Artie had properly set up the smoke machine so that the room was misty. Kurt and Sebastian felt like they were at an actual rock concert which got them in the mood for their performance even more.

We're coming up like killing machines

Our big guns gonna shatter your scene

It's pandemonium on the floor

'Cause everybody wants a little more

They wanna ride on the rocket ship

Ride around the moon for a velvet kiss

'Cause all the girls and the boys wanna know

How far this bad wild child's gonna go

Everyone seemed to be enjoying their performance already except for Rachel who had a stony expression on her face and who sat there in her chair with her arms crossed. They kept dancing and Kurt felt a sort of high when he realized that they were hitting the moves exactly like how they had planned. Kurt turned into Sebastian and then Sebastian took his arm and spun him back out. Then they had prepped themselves before going into a roundoff back handspring in the choir room, earning clapping and cheering from their friends.

We are the sure fire winners

Uh-oh yeah big time hitters

We are the sure fire winners

Uh-oh yeah big time hitters

Bringing the heat and the word is out

Giving you something to shout about

We are, yeah, we are, we are the sure fire winners

Sure fire winners, sure fire winners, sure fire winners

They both sang the chorus and walked around the room and interacted with their audience, Sebastian high fived Puck and Sam while Kurt danced with Quinn and Brittany. ‘So far so good’ Kurt thought to himself, excitedly. He was so happy that they seemed happy about him being so extra about the performance and that they seemed to love it. He was just a few minutes away from winning the duet, he could feel the feeling of victory already and the song just pumped him up even more.

Flick the switch and the missile will fire

I'm a heat seeker when I'm full of desire

We're all drawn to the heat of the flame

'Cause you wanna be a star in the hall of fame

I was born with glitter on my face

My baby clothes made of leather and lace

And all the girls in the club wanna know

Where did all their pretty boys go?

The boys went back to the center of the room and Sebastian quickly glanced over to Kurt and was happy to see how into it he was. He was moving along with the music, adding his own pizazz to their dancing. He put his hand on his face and dragged it down his face to emphasize the glitter and then took his jacket off his shoulders slightly, matching with the lyrics. On the last line they stood back to back and sang it together as the audience continued to cheer and holler.

We are the sure fire winners

Uh-oh yeah big time hitters

We are the sure fire winners

Uh-oh yeah big time hitters

Bringing the heat and the word is out

Giving you something to shout about

We are, yeah, we are, we are the sure fire winners

Winners winners

They started singing the chorus again. They stood on opposite sides of the room and swung one leg forward before forcing it back and flipping over into a backflip. Then Kurt slid to the floor in a split and swung his legs forward to spin himself around on the floor. Sebastian walked over to him and took his hand spinning him around in the floor before helping him up off the floor. Kurt stood up gracefully and Sebastian dipped Kurt back. They held the pose as Sebastian took over the lyrics and then Sebastian lowered Kurt down so he could fall into a backbend. He let go as Kurt kicked himself over and then they started singing the bridge.

Ooh yeah, take a walk on the wild with me

Gonna take you to the top to the brink of what you believe

Never gonna stop 'til we reach the top

You'd better get out of the game it's never gonna be the same

Move over 'cause a new boy's calling it time

They both hit the high note and Kurt had to resist the temptation he had to ditch the choreography and to jump up and down with excitement. They walked around the room, clapping their hands together and the rest of the glee club even Rachel joined in on the clapping. There was no way they weren’t going to win. Everyone was loving them and they were doing amazing. They were on fire, they were pumped up and they were going to finish out strong.

We are the sure fire winners

Uh-oh yeah big time hitters

We are the sure fire winners

Uh-oh yeah big time hitters

Bringing the heat and the word is out

Giving you something to shout about

We are, yeah, we are, we are the sure fire winners

They pumped their fists up in the air as they sang the lyrics. Mercedes, Tina and Quinn were singing the lyrics along with them, Mike, Brittany and Santana were doing their own moves in their seats, Puck, Sam and Artie were pumping their fists along with Kurt and Sebastian and Finn and Rachel were quietly observing the scene but Kurt could tell that they were both impressed with him and his boyfriend.

Ooh yeah yeah-oh yeah yeah yeah

Mr. Schue’s expression was the best though. He seemed shocked with Kurt’s and Sebastian’s dance moves and singing, like he didn’t know they had it in them. There was nothing more that both boys loved more than proving people wrong while also proving themselves.

We are the sure fire winners

Uh-oh yeah big time hitters

We are the sure fire winners

Uh-oh yeah big time hitters

Bringing the heat and the word is out

Giving you something to shout about

Yeah we are, yeah, we are, we are the sure fire winners

Kurt walked over to Sebastian and they stood next to each other as they finished out their dancing, ensign off with a series of complicated footwork. They got it right, matching it up with music and ended their song, posing, back to back again, with their arms crossed and their heads bowed down a little so that their sunglasses slipped down to the bridge of their noses.

Gonna take you to the top to the brink of what you believe

The music faded out and they held their pose as they got a standing ovation from their friends. Everyone cheered and clapped for them and Kurt finally gave in to his temptation and jumped up and down, holding hands with Sebastian. They hugged each other and Sebastian lifted Kurt off his feet.

“Wow,” Mr. Schue exclaimed. “That was amazing boys. The costumes, the special effects, the energy, kudos to the both of you.”

“Thank you,” Kurt said, still full of energy. He was so happy at the moment, he wouldn’t even be that upset if they had lost. Of course, they weren’t going to though because they had kicked ass but nothing was written in stone yet.

“What do you say guys?” Mr. Schue asked his students. “Are we ready to vote?”

“Actually Mr. Schue, I don’t think that’s necessary,” Rachel said, standing up. “We all decided that we want Kurt and Sebastian to sing at Sectionals. Kurt really deserves it and I think that his performance with Sebastian just goes to show that even more.” Everyone nodded their heads in agreement and Sebastian squeezed Kurt’s hand. He was getting his duet!

“I couldn’t agree more Rachel,” Mr. Schue said as he turned back to the two boys. “Well, congratulations you two, you won the duet. Start brainstorming some ideas and we'll talk about it tomorrow. Oh, and try to incorporate some of those moves. That’ll guarantee us a win alone. Well done gentleman.”

“We did it Seb,” Kurt said, hugging him again. “We did it. We’re gonna sing at Sectionals. Oh my god.” Everyone laughed at how excited Kurt was and clapped for the boys again.

“I know, I know,” Sebastian told him. “This is great. You did great. You were amazing babe.”

“I couldn’t have done it without you, Seb” Kurt smiled and they kissed each other before going to sit down in their seats. They would have to do this all over again and they both couldn’t wait.

#glee #glee fanfiction #kurt hummel #sebastian smythe #kurtbastian

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slipping-through-my-fingertips · 3 years ago

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betty

Part of my folklore series

Summary: Elliott has a gig Notes: the song used is a cover of betty sung by Cabeau

AO3

Kurt straightens Blaine’s purple bowtie.

“I’m excited to see Starchild perform.”

“He’s amazing live,” Kurt replies, “and it doesn’t hurt that Elliott’s getting us in for free.”

“Can we expect him to be in full costume?”

Kurt nods. “The girls are meeting us there but we’d better leave now so we aren’t late.”

Rachel and Santana meet them outside of the club. As usual, Rachel takes charge and tells the bouncer their names. He checks the list, their IDs, and eventually lets them in. Santana heads straight for the bar pulling Blaine along with her to help carry drinks. Meanwhile, Rachel and Kurt scout for a good table.

When they choose one off to the left side of the stage, Kurt takes a photo of their view to send to Elliott.

Betty, I won't make assumptions About why you switched your homeroom But, I think it's 'cause of me Betty, one time I was riding on my skateboard When I passed your house It's like I couldn't breathe

Elliott does come out on stage in full Starchild attire. Blaine’s already whispering to Kurt about the silver eyeliner he’s sporting.

“Could I pull it off?”

“No,” Kurt says.

Blaine pouts and continues to stare at his boyfriend. If Kurt was sparing him a second glance, he’d notice the puffed out lips and wide eyes.

Santana looks over at them. “Kurt, kiss your puppy before he starts whining.”

Kurt pecks Blaine’s lips and turns his attention to the main event of the night. Once the crowd turns their focus to him, Elliott introduces himself to the crowd and lays out what his set will consist of tonight.

“Thought we’d start with a soon-to-be classic, ‘betty’ by Miss Taylor Swift with a little twist.”

Then, he proceeds to blow Kurt’s mind with a pop-punk cover.

You heard the rumors from Inez You can't believe a word she says Most times, but this time, it was true The worst thing that I ever did Was what I did to you But if I just showed up at your party Would you have me? Would you want me? Would you tell me to go fuck myself Or lead me to the garden? In the garden, would you trust me If I told you it was just a summer thing? I'm only 17, I don't know anything But I know I miss you

Kurt’s eyes are darting between Elliott’s performance and Blaine’s reactions to it. Blaine’s body language and facial expressions are always so expressive. To say the least, he didn’t have a good poker face.

Santana had proved that when she took fifty dollars from Blaine a month ago when it was her turn to pick the game for their weekly Game Night. Through, Blaine had argued Santana was oddly good at poker. So, perhaps it wasn’t just his inability to hide his feelings.

“You have talented friends, babe,” Blaine comments.

“And a talented boyfriend.”

Blaine beams at him.

“He’s amazing though, isn’t he?”

“Now you know why I fought so hard to get him in the band,” Santana says. “Hum-belina over here was extremely jealous.”

She looks pointedly at Kurt as she often did when she was daring someone to fight her. When Kurt makes no move to argue, knowing it’s never worth it when it comes to Santana, she takes a sip of her drink.

Betty, I know where it all went wrong Your favorite song was playing From the far side of the gym I was nowhere to be found I hate the crowds, you know that Plus, I saw you dance with him

Both of Blaine’s hands are resting in his lap. Kurt reaches under the table and grabs one of them. One easy way he’s learned to ward off unwanted memories is by touching Blaine. Whether it be little kisses, playing with his curls, a hug, being completely wrapped around him at bed when Blaine lets Kurt be the little spoon (they try to take turns each night), or something as simple as holding hands.

It’s small acts that remind him that Blaine isn’t with anyone else, just Kurt. He’ll always be with Kurt.

Every so often, Kurt will get these images of Blaine getting too close to Sebastian at Scandals or Blaine’s dance partner asking him out after their class, or one too many people ogling Blaine at the gym while he boxes.

Without taking his eyes off of Elliott, Blaine adjusts their joined hands so his fingers are intertwined with Kurt’s.

Blaine liked being in New York. He quickly grew used to being able to publicly display his relationship with Kurt. At school, no one cared if they kissed quickly after walking the other to class. In coffee shops, no one gave them the side-eye if their hands were clasped together on the table. Sometimes when they went out to eat, they’d sit on the same side of the booth Blaine fully pressed against Kurt’s side. No one on the waitstaff had made any snide comments.

Being at McKinley for a whole year without Kurt had been hard. Blaine lived for their phone calls and nightly skype sessions. After the first month, they adjusted their need to communicate because Blaine had voiced his feelings to Kurt.

That was Kurt’s condition when Blaine pushed him to leave without an acceptance into NYADA. They had to be completely honest with each other.

“I don’t want to lose you,” he had said.

Long-distance was hard but Burt didn’t mind when Blaine joined them for a New York Thanksgiving; in fact, Burt and Carole told Blaine to spend Christmas weekend at their house as well. Even Cooper was helping the boys spend time together. He invited (and paid for) Blaine and Kurt to fly to LA during their spring breaks. They mailed birthday presents to each other and had a virtual Valentine’s Day date. Anything that felt like they were actually spending time together, they did.

All that hard work meant Blaine was spending his first year in college with the love of his life at his side. He didn’t want to imagine how different things could’ve been for him if Kurt wasn’t in his life.

#klaine fanfic #klaine fanfiction #klaine #my fics #folklore series

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leigh-kelly · 5 years ago

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Happy Brittana’s 5th Anniversary everyone!

The nausea hits you before you’re even fully awake and you jump out of bed and make a run for the bathroom. You’re trying not to vomit on the floor again, because the last time you did, cleaning it just made you vomit more and it was a whole disaster until Brittany woke up and gently told you to get in the shower so she could deal with the mess. It’s her baby too, she’s promised you, kissing you on the top of your sweaty head, she’ll take care of you always.

You make it to the bathroom this time and you sink down to your knees, feeling like your stomach is being clawed out from the insides. You’re not a quiet puker, you’ve known that since you were a kid and your mom told you it sounded like you were making bird calls when you had the stomach virus. You’ve barely emptied your stomach when you feel Brittany’s hand press on the small of your back. You hate so much for her to see you like this, but she’s promised you’ll she’ll be there, so you let her.

“Are you okay, honey?” She asks, filling the water glass that you keep on the side of the sink and handing it to you.

“I thought this was supposed to end after the first trimester, I’ve been sick every day for fourteen weeks.”

“I know. I’m sorry.”

“It’s our anniversary.” You groan, swallowing the water and standing up to start brushing your teeth. “I wath thupposed to feel good.”

“If our anniversary means eating soup in bed, that’s fine. It’s been five years and we’ve done a lot of things.”

“Last year I had to work.” You spit the toothpaste. “And you were the one who ran around making a romantic dinner.”

“Babe, it’s just a day. I’m not any more married to you today than I was yesterday or will be tomorrow. We’ll do whatever you’re feeling up for...after the doctor.”

“Have we decided yet?” You ask, raising an eyebrow.

“I think we should just...see how we feel when we’re there, that’s better.”

“You know I don’t like spur of the moment decisions.”

“Yes, you, who decided we should get pregnant pretty much the minute we both had good paying jobs.”

“Brittany, you say that like I wasn’t thinking about having a baby with you since I was fifteen.”

“You really thought about that?” She’s incredulous and you lean over to kiss her.

“Why do you think I blurted out that I didn’t want to sing about making lady babies with you? I was always thinking about it.”

“You’re really cute, you know that?”

“Oh yeah, totally cute after just barfing my guts up.”

“Still cute.”

While Brittany finishes up in the bathroom, you go downstairs. You pop a decaf pod in the Keurig and pull out one of the heavy frying pans you got for your wedding that you finally had the space to get out of storage. As you start frying eggs—one of the few things you can actually stand the smell of—you look around your apartment. Five years ago, you were newlyweds with no plan other than to go back to school. Four years ago, you’d had a little money to spare, so you got matching tattoos on your pinkies. Three years ago, she built you a fort in the living room of your godforsaken fifth floor walk up. Two years ago, you took her for a picnic in Central Park the day after a blizzard because she said she always wanted to do it. Last year, you had to work and she made an amazing candlelight dinner from your favorite restaurant happen.

But this year, this year is bigger than even the most perfect four anniversaries you’ve had. This year, you have an apartment where you’re not tripping over each other constantly. This year, you have a baby on the way. For just a second, you think of Kurt. You think of how you’d panicked a little when he got a divorce, but that’s not you and Brittany. The two of you are still over the top in love with each other. This baby, still so small inside your uterus, is a testament to that.

“What are you doing?” Brittany comes into the kitchen with her hands on her hips.

“I’m making you an anniversary breakfast.”

“You should be relaxing.”

“I go to work every day, I don’t think cooking you eggs is going to kill me. Besides, after trying to cook in our shitty old kitchen, I want to cook in here all the time.” You laugh, taking your coffee from the machine and taking a long sip. “Did you think we’d get here?”

“What do you mean?”

“Like, be moderately successful, have an apartment bigger than a postage stamp, be able to afford to get pregnant. I know everyone thought we were crazy getting married when we were so young with no real plan, but did you see this coming?”

“I think I always knew you were going to be successful. It was me I wasn’t sure about.” She shrugs, looking at her feet.

“Oh, babe, I was sure you were going to be something amazing the whole time I’ve known you. You always just had this thing about you. And now you have a tenure track job making math not suck.”

“And yet you somehow still think math sucks.”

“My mind doesn’t work like yours. You get infinity and stuff, it still hurts my head.”

“I’ve told you before, just think of how long you’ll love me. That’s infinity.”

After you have breakfast together, Brittany has a morning class to teach and you have to go into work for a few hours. You take a quick shower and get dressed, pulling on clothes that will hide your slightly bulging belly. You haven’t told anyone at work yet, you want to keep your private life private for as long as you can. That’s the weird thing about pregnancy, it’s something so personal, yet everyone feels invited to know about it. For now though, you like just keeping it between you, Brittany and the people you’re closest to. You ran into Rachel Berry last week and you didn’t even tell her. She’ll know when you publicly announce it and that’s fine with you.

At one, you leave work. You told your boss that you have an eye doctor appointment and you think it’s okay to lie just a little. When you were younger, you lied all the time, but now you try to keep it on a must do basis. After you leave work, you take the subway downtown and when you walk up the stairs, Brittany is waiting at the top. You kiss her on the street and you think how you lived half of your life afraid to do that very thing. But now it comes so naturally to you, now you can’t imagine doing anything else.

“How’s your stomach?” She asks you as you walk down the street.

“It’s okay, I’m still a little nauseous, but I’ve been mildly nauseous for four months so I’m used to it.”

“I guess you’re ready to get them out?”

“I don’t know, Britt, it’s weird. As much as I’m sick all the time, I actually really love being pregnant. I know this kid isn’t doing much inside of me yet, but I like to know that they’re there, that I’m carrying our kid. It’s a big deal.”

“It’s a really big deal.” She smiles at you. “The biggest.”

With your hand in hers, you walk into the doctor’s office. You’re nervous, you always are. It’s in your nature to think the worst, so every single time you walk through those doors, you think she’s going to tell you that you’re not pregnant anymore. You’re not sure how you would manage it, how you would survive knowing that this little baby you already love so much would never get to exist. You know that Brittany would be your rock, she always is, but it scares you to think about. You’re young, you’re healthy, it shouldn’t be a fear, but things happen and you worry because sometimes you think it’s all you know how to do.

“Santana, Brittany?” Dr. Young peeks her head through the door after you’ve sat for a few minutes. “Come on back.”

Like she always does, Dr. Young gives you your privacy as you change out of your clothes and into your gown. Brittany smiles at you as you do, her eyes drifting down to the barely there swell of your belly and you smile back. You love the way she looks at you. You always have, but it’s something else now that you’re pregnant. It’s like her eyes share a secret with you and you love it. Once you’re dressed, you step over and give her a soft kiss, just reminding her that you love her, before you situate yourself on the exam table.

When the nurse comes in, she takes your blood pressure, your pulse, your weight and she asks you how you’re feeling. You tell her you’ve still been sick and she makes a note in your chart. Brittany speaks softly to her and tells her that it’s something you want to talk to Dr. Young about. She knows that you’re been trying not to complain, but it worries you. You’re grateful she speaks up because as much as you’re happy to carry her baby, you’d love to do it without all of the vomiting. Then Dr. Young comes back in and you settle back on the table.

“So, you’re still feeling sick?” She asks you gently, putting her notes down and coming up beside you.

“Very.” You nod. “All the time.”

“I’m going to write you a prescription for doxylamine. Hopefully that will help and if it doesn’t, call me.”

“Is that safe?” Brittany asks, writing the name down on the little notepad she always brings.

“Yes, it’s a good one to be on. I usually prescribe it for hyperemesis gravidarum, which is just a fancy medical way of saying chronic severe morning sickness. It should help.”

“Good. I hate seeing her so sick.”

“Probably even more than I hate being sick.” You laugh a little, because you’re sure that’s true.

“Are you ready for your ultrasound?”

“We are. We can’t wait for a new picture.”

“We’re going to finally announce the pregnancy on Facebook with this one.” Brittany beams.

“Have you decided about knowing the sex?”

“We...have we?” You look at Brittany and she shrugs.

“Whatever you want to do.”

“I know you want to know.”

“And I know you’re on the fence.”

“I mean, it’s either a surprise now or a surprise in five months. I think we can know.”

“Really?” A grin spreads across her face. “Because that would be super awesome.”

“We want to know.”

“Okay, here goes.”

You shudder a little as the cold gel is spread on your stomach and Brittany stands beside you, squeezing your hand. You can tell by the way she squirms that she’s really excited and you love that you just made her so happy. When the baby shows up on the screen, you cry a little—everything makes you emotional—and she wipes the tears from your cheeks, eyes never leaving the squirming baby. They really look like a baby now and you can’t help but long to have them in your arms. Five more months and they’ll be a person, five more months and you’ll get to share yours and Brittany’s love with someone else.

“There she is.” Dr. Young smiles and you feel your heart in your throat.

“She?”

“She.”

“She’s a she.” A grin spreads on Brittany’s face and she kisses your lips. “That’s what you wanted, Santana.”

“I wanted a healthy baby.”

“It’s okay.” Dr. Young laughed a little. “Everyone always wants one more than the other.”

With new pictures of the baby, of your daughter, you and Brittany leave the doctor’s office. Since she’s been practicing her cooking for the past year, she’s insisted on making you dinner, so she tells you to go lay down and relax while she starts whatever elaborate meal she’s making. She knows that you’re always tired in the afternoon and you give her a kiss and tell her to come lay with you whenever she has her prep work done. Both of you are so over the moon that you think being together is too much excitement for one room though, so you go to sleep and wait to feel her presence beside you.

You’re not sure how long you’re asleep for, but before you know it, you feel Brittany kissing your forehead, gently waking you up. You open your eyes slowly and look up into hers, savoring every moment you get to spend with her. Marriage isn’t always easy, but you know it’s the best thing that’s ever happened to you. You cup her face gently, just pulling her closely, and you press your lips to hers, drinking her in.

“I love you, Brittany.” You whisper and a smile spreads across your face.

“I love you too, Santana, and I think this is our best anniversary yet.”

#brittana #brittanas5thyear

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flawlesspeasant · 5 years ago

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“I promise after this time, I’ll never try again.”

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Quinn always thought she knew the answers to everything in the universe. She was one of those obnoxious kids; one who believed she was always right no matter what anyone else said. Her parents could tell her that the sky was blue, and if she had decided that it was purple that day, it was purple and there was no convincing her otherwise. She would argue until she exhausted the other person — until they gave up with nothing more than a sigh of defeat and a wave of their hand and said, “whatever you say, Quinn.” It wasn’t that she wanted to argue, it was just that she was always right and nobody ever wanted to respect that.

When she was fourteen, Quinn had decided that underneath her skin, she was made of glass. It was just under the surface, deep enough so you couldn’t feel it if she touched someone, but close enough to the surface to break. She knew this because something in her hand shattered. Nowhere else, just her hand.

She walked down the hallway of her new school with her hair newly bleached blonde, a white dress swaying from side to side with each stride. She kept her head down, blinders held close to her body. She didn’t know it, but she held her breath when she walked. She held her breath, full of the familiar dread and anxiety that always accompanied her to school. This time, though, she wanted it to be different. She lost the weight, spent half the morning poking her eyeball to get the contacts in just right. High school was going to be the dawn of a new beginning, she was damn determined.

She finally found her locker and started twisting it to the correct numbers when she felt the rubber tip of a brown penny loafer nudge the heel of her foot. She looked up immediately, met with a curtain of luscious, deep brown hair clouding her vision as a small, petite body crashed into the locker beside her.

If she had been paying attention to her surroundings, it’s very possible — perhaps even likely — that Quinn would have heard the thunderous laughter erupting in the hallway around her. But more pressing than the sound of bullies giggling from their newest target was the sound of the glass.

It shattered in her hand, and a bead of sweat rolled down her temple. It wasn’t a bone, it didn’t hurt… it just bubbled. Underneath the surface, even when she sat still in chemistry ten minutes later. Her hand shook. It shook and shook and shook and shook and she couldn’t do anything about it except think about the pretty brunette that almost collided with her.

Her eyes roamed the room, then settled on her. Caramel skin, smooth, shiny brown hair. Quinn decided in that moment that she had never met someone quite like her, and took it upon herself to slip her a note.

In hindsight, maybe she came off a little strong. Maybe a piece of ripped notebook paper and loopy, cursive writing saying, “I’m Quinn. You’re very pretty!” etched across it in green highlighter pen wasn’t exactly what girls at McKinley High School wanted to hear. Maybe, just maybe, she should have toned it down a little on her first day. Because maybe being gay wasn’t the first thing people in her new school should have known about her.

She wasn’t surprised when the girl — Rachel, she learned her name was — didn’t send a note back. Her hand just shook as she watched Rachel glance over it, offer a smile in her direction, then throw it away. She wasn’t surprised, and she wasn’t offended.

She just decided to tone it down for a while and try again some other time.

She broke the glass in her hand, she’d decided. It wasn’t a bone that broke and made the anxiety shake her hand, it was the glass. It was the layer between her body and whatever lay on the outside.

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Quinn was a sophomore when she decided that she wanted to be an actress, and she was very serious about her future plans. In fact, she’d even researched good drama schools on the east coast that she could get into, just to make sure she perfected her craft.

It was the only thing that made sense to her, and something she knew she should work hard to hone. She already knew she was good at it and she figured her talent shouldn’t go to waste. After all, she’d been pretending to hate Rachel for a little over one full year. Everybody believed it, too. She had been so convincing, so damning in her role, that everybody in McKinley High School had accepted it as fact. Two plus two is four, water is wet, the square root of sixteen is four, Pluto is no longer a planet, and Quinn Fabray hates Rachel Berry. It was common knowledge at that point, something everyone just knew was true. Quinn thought that maybe they’d hand her an Oscar on the spot if they knew she’d been faking it.

She was pregnant when she first let the mask slip.

She was pregnant, sitting on a bench with tears dribbling down her chin when she forgot to put on her best facade and keep up her charade. Rachel approached her gently, apologizing for telling Quinn’s secret before she even sat down. Quinn stopped her, though. She looked at Rachel with tears in her eyes and told her not to apologize for something that she was too much of a coward to say on her own.

They sat in silence for a while, just listening to the sound of each other breathing. Neither of them felt the need to speak, the silence wasn’t awkward. Quinn’s thoughts were racing, too fast to make sense of anything there buzzing. She was able to grab a hold of one thought, able to make sense of it, process it, and put it into action. She thought it was the perfect time to try again.

The glass broke again. All of it, everywhere, not just in her hand that time. She reached over to hold Rachel’s hand — to send her a signal that maybe she likes her in a special kind of way — but Rachel pulled away. How could she be so wrong? She thought she felt it, that sticky hot connection between them. It felt like static electricity running through both their bodies, the same current hitting them both simultaneously. She thought Rachel felt it, too. How could she miss the mark so completely?

Whatever that was between her body and the outside, it completely shattered and she couldn’t breathe. Rachel pulled her hand away and Quinn didn’t quite know how to pick up the pieces.

Maybe someday, though, she’d have the strength to try again.

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Everyone kept telling her that she was too young to know what love is. She’d laugh in their faces and tell them that loving someone has nothing to do with age, and everything to do with the kind of person you fall in love with. The only time she thought that maybe everyone else was right for a change was when Rachel came into the choir room and said that she was getting married to Finn.

What do they know about love? Quinn thought to herself as she watched Rachel nestle her hand deeper into Finn’s. They’re barely eighteen years old, they haven’t even graduated high school yet! They’re too young to know about love, she decided. Way, way too young.

They were in the hallway when she asked. Something about being stuffed inside of a too-tight vest and a skirt that barely covered her butt made her feel as confident as she needed to be to ask Rachel the important questions. There was no anxiety, no feeling of hopelessness or dread. She stood in front of Rachel, hands on her hips, and stared into her chocolate brown eyes that made her feel warm.

She wanted to try again right then, she wanted to try again while she wasn’t nervous.

But as soon as the question fell between her lips, she immediately wished she never asked. She didn’t think she really wanted to know the answer.

“You were singing to Finn… and only Finn… right?”

She winced as she watched Rachel’s lips quiver, her brain forming a response. She didn’t need an answer at that point, Rachel’s face said it all.

“He really does make you so happy,” Quinn managed to give another one of her Oscar-winning performances and held back tears.

It wasn’t until Rachel hugged her that she felt the glass in her chest break. The glass over her ribcage shattered into sharp, jagged pieces. She knew because one poked through, pierced her heart straight through and left a hole. A huge, gaping hole that used to be filled with so much love that it amazed her that she could care about another human being that way… and now, it had nowhere to go.

Where did all that love go? Did it disintegrate into thin air? Did Rachel take it with her when she decided to walk down the aisle and marry him and not her? Whatever happened to it, Quinn knew it wasn’t hers anymore. The glass over her heart had broken and she decided that love wasn’t enough. It would never be enough.

And she decided that she never wanted to try again.

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Her feet crunched through the fresh blanket of New York snow as she walked up to the bricked building. For once, Quinn had no idea what she was going to say. She wanted to start with an apology because she felt like she owed one, but the word “sorry” just didn’t seem to cut it. How could she apologize for not being there when she probably needed her the absolute most?

She didn’t know what she was going to walk into, either. She heard from Santana that Rachel never got out of the bed anymore, heard from Kurt that she goes days without eating. She wondered if she was going to walk into their apartment and see Rachel, a lifeless shell of who she used to be. Quinn doubted that she could pull her out of it, but she was damn well going to try.

Her fist rapped against the door twice before she pulled it away, stuffing her hands back into her pockets to keep them warm. She called Santana as soon as her train got to the station, but Santana warned her that neither she nor Kurt would be home. That’s fine, Quinn thought to herself when Santana told her. I came to see Rachel anyway.

The words she wanted to say danced in her brain, but she couldn’t find the right way to string them together. They flowed through her train of thought, chugging along and sputtering out smoke in jumbled up forms of “sorry” and “I wanted to come home for his funeral but I just couldn’t.” Rachel would understand, Quinn knew she would.

She brought her hand up to the door for the second time and prepared to knock, but the doorknob rattled and turned and the wood swung open.

As soon as she saw her, Quinn felt something different. It was like the glass had shattered when she saw Rachel’s messy hair, clothes hanging off her body, eyes puffy. It felt exactly like the glass shattering, except maybe a little different this time.

They looked at each other, Rachel’s eyes low and Quinn’s apologetic. Everything that Quinn wanted to say just flew out of the window and her heart melted. She wanted to try again after all… and maybe it wasn’t the right time since he’d only died a month ago, but if she didn’t say it now while she had the courage, she’d never say it ever.

“I promise,” Quinn started, voice thick and heavy with emotion. “After this time, I’ll never try again.”

Rachel closed her eyes and rested her head against the door because somehow… somehow, she knew exactly what Quinn was talking about.

“I love you, Rachel,” Quinn cleared her throat. “I… I always have.”

“I know,” Rachel whispered. “I’ve always known.”

“Can I come in?” Quinn asked.

And she couldn’t explain just how it felt that time. It was like the glass shattered again, but not as intense. She noticed that everything felt so much better. She felt like maybe it would never shatter again.

“I love you, too.” Rachel mumbled and stepped aside to let her in.

The words fell out like a secret. Brushed up against her lips, keeping them slightly parted as soon as they left them. Quinn stared at her for a long time, so sure she’d heard them wrong. What else could she have said? It had to be something else, anything else besides I love you too.

Quinn walked into the crowded apartment and felt different as Rachel closed the door.

She loved her with something deeper than anything she’d ever known. Even deeper than the broken layers of glass that she spent years trying to fix. She loved Rachel with every single piece, every single shard that she put back together inside of her.

She loved her so much that it made her whole. ——————————— just in case you’ve never followed my blog and never saw me do a writing blitz, it’s just this thing i do where my followers send me a word or a phrase that they want me to create an entire mini fic around, and i pick some of the best ones and i do it. the words can be really random and i have to incorporate it into my fic somehow, and the phrases can be random too!

if anyone has any words or phrases like the one i just wrote about, feel free to leave them in my ask :)

#faberry #quinn fabray #fanfiction #rachel berry

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randomestfandoms-ocs · 5 years ago

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Hey! I just saw that gifset with Betty coming out to Kurt as bi and his response that made me want to punch his tiny porcelain face, so what would be Betty's response to his reaction. Would anyone stick up for her? Would Kurt ever be able to change his mindset over time? Please tell me how that scenario pans out because I have only seen a gifset of Betty Fabray but if anything happened to her I would kill everyone in this room and them myself. She is my daughter now. Thank you.

Oof anon you’re so valid! I’ve always had a special place in my heart for Kurt but I’ve also never been able to look past his and Santana’s biphobia (especially because as a kid who was just starting to realize that I might be bi, it led to a lot of internalized biphobia for several years) so I have a several fics that will be addressing that and showing them being very clearly in the wrong

Betty would be extremely hurt, honestly. All I can picture is her just standing up, packing her stuff, and asking Burt to drive her home. She wouldn’t argue with Kurt or let him see how upset she was but she would definitely go home and cry in Quinn’s room, and Quinn would unleash hell on Kurt at school

Also to be completely honest, Betty would absolutely sing Girls/Girls/Boys at the next Glee practice! I’m not sure if anyone else would ever find out about the conversation but if they did, Rachel would definitely be on Betty’s side and so would Brittany, I don’t really know about the others because in season 1 they’re all still kind of assholes lmao

I do think that in this particular fic, Kurt would eventually change his mindset, but I also think that the first time Betty has a male SO he would immediately revert back into the “it’s just a phase/excuse” mentality and need another lecture on getting his head out of his ass

But don’t worry, Quinn might not always be the best big sister but she would never let anyone get away with hurting her little sister, and she has the cheerios and football team answering to her, so Betty would be very protected!

and thank you I’m glad you love her!!!!!!!! She’s a darling!

#ask #answered #anon #betty fabray #about betty

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todaydreambelieversfic · 4 years ago

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Chapter 3 By GleefulDarrenCrissFan He and Kurt had made a plan to meet up at his house and spend the whole weekend together. Burt had agreed reluctantly, but he knew that their time living close together was limited so he told Kurt he could go as long as he promised to be safe and respectable. It was the respectable part that Blaine was pretty sure that they were going to ignore.  He and Kurt left glee practice around the same time, but Blaine arrived first, so he decided to get everything ready. Although Kurt had become much more comfortable and confident with sex, Blaine knew he’d have to take the lead after seeing Kurt’s embarrassment regarding the subject.  He was perfectly fine with just making this experience about Kurt. He found he was excited about being on the giving end. In fact, he had read countless articles about it in order to prepare. He even made a stop at the local sex shop to get a few supplies that might make the experience more enjoyable, although it was pretty awkward. He ran into Sebastian while holding a box of dental dams, and of course, Sebastian made a crass remark about showing him how to use them properly. He ended up going to the checkout counter without them, although he did remember a tip about splitting a condom and cutting off the tip to make one or he could even use Saran Wrap, whatever made it more comfortable for Kurt. He found himself bouncing on his toes as he listened to Kurt’s navigator pull into his driveway. This weekend was going to be so amazing, just the two of them, alone and able to do anything they wanted with each other, or to each other. Blaine felt himself harden in his pants just at the thought of it. “Damn it. Not yet,” he sighed as he shifted his thoughts to think of something, anything, to make his issue go away. Rachel Berry kissing him. Brittany’s and Santana’s sex tape. Jacob Ben Israel in a speedo. No Blaine. You want it to go down not scar himself to the point of trauma. Sebastian buying sex toys. That did it. Blaine shook his head and sighed as he opened the door so he could help Kurt with his overnight bag.  Kurt smiled as he opened the passenger door and grabbed his bag. “Hey.” “No, no. I was going to grab that for you.” “You can get the ones in the back,” Kurt shrugged. “You have more than one? You’re only staying for the weekend, Kurt.” “Don’t judge me. I happen to know that when we went to Chicago, you had a bag just for your hair care products. That’s what’s in this one.” Kurt said, holding up the overnight bag. “Well, and my facial cleansers. And I needed clothes. That’s what the suitcase is for.” “And the little one? Do you have shoes in there? You know, we’re probably going to stay inside most of the time, unless you want to swim in the pool,” “Um, it’s supplies, for, you know, the thing we wanted to try. I’ve been doing some reading on it, and there are some risks involved. So I got us some things that might help make the experience better.” Blaine’s mouth dropped open in surprise. “You got supplies? Where?” He reached for the small overnight bag but Kurt grabbed it before he could. Blaine reached for it again.  Kurt bit his lip nervously as he held the bag close to his chest. “At a supply store.” “You went to a sex shop? You-” Blaine grabbed Kurt’s face and kissed Kurt’s lips passionately. He reached for the bag again and Kurt maneuvered the bag behind his back as Blaine slid his hands from Kurt’s shoulders down his back to his ass, squeezing firmly.  “Blaine, we’re outside,” Kurt said, looking around nervously, his cheeks blushing bright red. “Someone might see.” “Then, let’s go inside,” Blaine whispered into Kurt’s ear and then dropped a few kisses to his neck. Kurt turned to the door, the bag dropping to the driveway. Blaine reached for it, but Kurt hurriedly snatched it up from the ground. “Uh uh. This is for later. Show me to my room, Mr. Anderson.” “Not yet,” Blaine whispered seductively as he pressed Kurt against the door and kissed him passionately, his tongue sliding in between Kurt’s lips. Their tongues danced as Blaine’s hands slid down to Kurt’s ass, and he gave it a firm squeeze. “I can’t wait to take care of you,” he said as he started kissing Kurt’s jaw and made his way to Kurt’s adam’s apple before he realized that Kurt had stopped making noises and had tensed a little in his back. “What’s wrong?” “Well. I thought since I was staying the whole weekend, we would use tonight for other things. To plan and to talk about what we want. Plus, we need a lot of prep to do this or it could end up being embarrassing or gross, and I don’t want that. I don’t think either of us does. So I have a plan.” Blaine nodded. “Ok, so what does this plan entail?” “Well, first, it entails you taking me to my room so I can unpack. Some of the things I brought were for our exploratory escapades tomorrow, so we need to talk about them and I planned for us to use a product tonight. Blaine’s pupils seemed to grow dark immediately. “Then, by all means, let’s go unpack.” _____________________________________________________________ “So when you said we’d use something in the bag tonight, this was not what I had in mind,” Blaine frowned as he held the wax in his hand. “Have you ever used this before?” “I’ve waxed my eyebrows before, but I’ve never used this type before. Santana has. She said it wasn’t that bad.” “Wait, Santana knows about this?” Blaine’s mouth dropped open in shock.  “Well, I needed to find a place that had what we needed, and I knew Santana would know just the place. Besides, I had a lot of questions and she was the only person I knew that would know about it and not freak out.” “Oh God. she’s going to give us so much hell over all of this. You know that she’s not going to be able to keep from blabbing about this,” Blaine grumbled. “She won’t if she knows what’s good for her. I have dirt on her too. We had a pretty intense talk on the way home, and she spilled some things I don’t think she’d want me just telling anyone. Besides, she’s not as bitchy as everyone thinks she is if you’re her ally.” “And we are?”  “We are, I think.” Kurt smiled, grabbing the wax. “Now, do you want to do me first or do you want me to do you?” “That’s a loaded question if I’ve ever heard one,” Blaine chuckled. “The article I read said you could just shave the area.” “And the article I read said that’s a bad idea because it itches when the hair grows back and there’s a chance to get cuts and nicks in really delicate areas. Besides, it says there’s more of a chance that you could develop ingrown hairs and that’s supposed to hurt like a bitch.” Kurt looked up at Blaine to notice that his boyfriend was staring at him. “What?” “It’s just, you really researched this like you’re actually into it.” Kurt took Blaine’s hand in his. “I’m into you, and this is your fantasy. You’ve fulfilled mine more than once, especially the time you set up your Ipod in that field and brought in all those lilacs.” “You said that was overkill.” “You brought squirt bottles to spray the flowers so it was like a dewy meadow and talked like Jacob from Twilight the whole time. I almost expected a sparkly vampire to appear,” Kurt giggled. “But it was amazing. And it was all my fantasy. It’s my turn to fulfill one for you, and I intend to make it as special for you as you did for me.” “So is that the reason we’re the waxing tonight?” “Exactly. Santana said that waxing can be a little painful, especially in sensitive places, and the ass is probably the most sensitive place you could do it. One of the articles I read said that the area might be red and sore afterward, and I don’t think we’ll be up for anything sexual after we do that.” Kurt laid out several clean towels on the counter and plugged in the trimmer.  Blaine starred at Kurt again in wonderment. “Do we really have to do this? I’ve seen you naked. You aren’t really that hairy. Besides, if we’re using protection, we shouldn’t even come in contact with it.” “Blaine, it’s a lot more sanitary to remove the hair. Hair traps things there you don’t want to be there, like toilet paper or even fecal matter.” Blaine winced. “Well, when you say it like that, I guess it’s a necessary evil. But I just have a feeling that I’m going to be like Steve Carell in the forty-year-old virgin, yelling obscenities at you and not being able to finish. I’ll look and feel like a-” “An ass?” Kurt teased. Blaine laughed. “Yeah. And I don’t want that either.” He sighed. “You know what. Let’s just ease into this. We have so many other things we haven’t tried yet, and I’m ok with what we already do. I don’t want to spend all this time prepping for this and it ends up being awful.” Kurt smiled softly. “We’ll do whatever you are comfortable with doing today. But at least hear my plan. First, wash each other and exfoliate the skin. You’ve been doing that, right?” “Uh, I’m your boyfriend. I know how important you rate exfoliation and skincare,” Blaine laughed. “My parents are grateful that I have my own bathroom.” “Ok, that will make it easier.” Kurt began removing other items from the duffel bag. Two new loofahs, a trimmer, exfoliating cream, oils, baby powder, gloves, and lots of popsicle sticks.” “There’s a lot of stuff here, Kurt. Where do we start?” “The articles I read say to make sure that everything is clean. So, we’ll shower first. Then, we need to trim. The instruction guide says that too much hair can be really painful and too little can cause you to remove the skin. I’ve made that mistake once. It hurts like hell. Do you want to shower first, or do you want me to?” “Why don’t we shower together? We can make sure we are good and exfoliated,” Blaine said with a grin. “Besides, we can have a little fun, just in case the waxing has us so sore that we don’t get to anything else.” “I like the way you think,” Kurt said with a wink. “But it’ll be fine. Lot’s of men manscape now. How bad could it be?” _____________________________________________________ “Ok, I’m pretty sure the wax has set,” Kurt smiled as he stirred the wax with a stick. Grab the baby powder and then turn over on the towel.  Blaine removed the towel around his waist and laid down flat on the clean towel Kurt had laid down in the bathtub. “Like that, Mr. Hummel?” Blaine asked, wiggling his ass at Kurt. “Getting cheeky, Blaine?” Kurt teased. “You need to stay still. I’m going to trim the area first, and there’s a lot of it.” “Are you trying to say I’m overly hairy?” Blaine chuckled. “Oohhh, sharp, Blaine. That’s exactly what I’m saying. The article said the longer the hair, the more it hurts. I got a really good trimmer though. It’s supposed to be the best.” “Alright, I trust you. Just be careful.” Kurt turned on the trimmer and started at the top of Blaine’s cheeks. Blaine winced.  “Stay still, Blaine. I don’t want to cut you.” Blaine pouted. “Sorry. It tickles. And why did you start there?” “The article suggested starting there first if you’ve never waxed before. It said it would be a good way to test if you can handle the pain.” “Kurt, I have a pretty high pain tolerance. I told you about fight club. I’ve never lost a match.” “Yeah, but you’ve probably never had anyone rip the hair straight from your ass either. It’s gonna smart a little.“ Kurt advised as he wiped the cut hairs away. “There. I think that’s good enough. I’m going to apply the powder now.” Kurt began shaking the baby powder on Blaine’s butt. He slapped it playfully when Blaine raised his butt up a little in the air.  “Oh yes, spank me.” Kurt blushed. “Blaine, you might want to stay still. I’m about to apply the wax. I have to apply it a certain way.” “I thought you said it wasn’t hot?” “It’s not, but it needs to be applied in small increments, and I have to make sure that I go in the right direction. I need to go in the same direction as the hair so that when I pull it, it goes against the grain.” “You mean, you’re going to do it small patches? You might as well tweeze them if you’re going to do that. You can do a whole cheek. I can take it. And if it hurts, you can kiss it better,” Blaine suggested cheekily. “Are you sure?” “Positive. It’s ok. Slather it on there. Get it all off at once. I don’t want you to have to go back over the same area multiple times. I’m ready. Just do it,” Blaine tensed his body as he felt Kurt grab the lip at the end of the strip of wax. “Are you ready? I can do it gently. I have the oils right here. Tell me if it hurts too bad or-” “For the love of Vogue, just do it alrea- HOLY SHIT On A CRACKER! Geez, Kurt, how much hair did you get?” “You told me to cover the whole cheek. Are you ok? And what the hell is holy shit on a cracker?” Kurt laughed. “That hurt like hell, Kurt. Are you sure you applied it correctly?” “I did it exactly like the package instructed. I told you it’s a sensitive area. That’s the reason I was going to do small patches.” “I don’t know if I can take that again. I think I’d rather you use a cactus as a dildo on me than to do that again.” “Was it really that bad?” “Bend over. I’ll do yours next.” “Do you really want me to stop or do you want me to try a smaller patch?” Kurt asked sincerely. “Do you want me to go ahead and apply the oil? It’s really red. “At this point, I’d like some morphine and a tub full of ice.” Kurt gently applied baby oil to Blaine’s sore, red cheek. “Is that any better?” “I don’t know. Rub it a little more.” Blaine teased. Kurt could feel his muscles get tight as he applied a small strip of wax on the other cheek. “Alright. Do it quick. All at onc- MOTHER FLICKER!” “What was that?” Kurt bit his lip in an attempt to stifle a laugh. Mother what?” “You know there’s certain words I try not to say. Shut up.” Blaine pouted, biting his lip “Is it really that bad?” Kurt massaged baby oil to the spot where he just removed the strip. “I think I’d rather get my arm caught in a revolving door. How the hell do girls do this all the time?” “They get used to it. Do you want me to continue? I haven’t even got near your hole yet.” Blaine jerked his head around. “I’m sorry but if it hurts this bad on my cheeks, there’s no way I’m letting you actually put wax there. I’m sorry. It’s like I said earlier. If we’re using protection, the hair shouldn’t be that much of an issue anyway.” “So what do you want me to do?” Kurt asked gently. “I don’t want my ass to look like Steve Carell’s chest.” “Noone’s going to see it but me, and it’s ok. You don’t have to let me finish.” Kurt answered. “Finish it,” Blaine sighed. “It’ll be ok. Just know that you’re next.” ___________________________________________________________ After an hour break so they could eat and Blaine could sit without too much discomfort, Kurt laid on a clean towel in the bathtub with Blaine bent over his bare ass. He trimmed the hair first and then applied the baby powder to Kurt’s soft, pale cheeks. “God, your ass is so sexy. You know, if you hadn’t suggested the waxing, I probably wouldn’t have said anything. You don’t have that much.” “Well, then. I guess you don’t have to-” “Nope. it’s too late now. You waxed my ass, I’m waxing yours.” Blaine slapped the stick down, slathering a small strip of sticky wax on Kurt’s right cheek. “Brace yourself, dear.” Blaine pulled the lip of the strip firmly.  Kurt bucked his ass and hissed, but he flattened back down.” “Ok, you can do a bigger strip. It’s ok. I’ve waxed before.” “Wow, you sure?” Blaine questioned. “Yeah, just do it. It’s not that bad,” he said as Blaine slathered a much larger amount a little further down, closer to his crack.  “You sure?”  “I’m sur- HOLY HELLFIRE AND SLAP YOUR MAMA!” Blaine cackled. “What was that?” “You shut up. I didn’t get that area on you all at once. Holy shit!”  “I told you it hurt,” Blaine said as he rubbed oil on the redness on Kurt’s ass. “Are you ok? Do you need some ice?” “Screw the ice. Just give me the entire tub of icecream I saw in your freezer.” Blaine chuckled. “It’s ice cream, not asscream. And I’m not explaining to my mother where it went. I did grab another pack of frozen peas. You threw the other ones away, right?” “No, Blaine. I put them in the crockpot with a pot roast. Of course, I threw them away. I’m not eating those after they’ve been on your ass.” “You do know that you’re going to be licking that same ass tomorrow, right?” “Not if you continue to be such a smartas- NUCKIN FUTS! Warn a guy first. Dammit, Blaine.” “Sorry. You need the peas?” “Shut up and remove the hair from my- WELL MOTHER FU-”

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too-many-kpop-hubands · 5 years ago

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30 Day Fandom Challenge

I'm going with a musical fandom this time, one of my favorites and I still watch reruns from time to time.

As always tagging @domsberto

Day 8- Glee

1 & 2) Favorite Character & Most Relatable Character: Sam Evans [Close Call Honorable Mentions: Kurt Hummel, Blaine Anderson, Santana Lopez, Sebastian Smythe, Jesse St James....yes I have alot of favorites]

Reason: You guys should know first of all that this was a really freaking hard decision but I had always planned to put Sam as my most relatable character. The more I went back through my rewatch of Glee not to long ago the more I realized that the Southern Dork had my heart more than I realized. Sam can be a bit of a himbo most of the time but he has a heart of gold that got trampled on time and time again. He was willing to do whatever he could to be there for his friends and sometimes came up with insane conspiracy theories that were sometimes true, like when he theorized that the Warblers were juicing and it turned out he was right. He was a talented guy, able to sing and play guitar, and always managed to brighten up anyone's day no matter how shitty it was with one of his jokes and impressions. Sam got the short end of the stick in terms of an endgame ship, everyone he had ever been in a relationship with either cheated on him or left him. He literally stood right next to two of his ex girlfriends when they married *each other* and was still happy for them. Despite his family losing everything when the market crashed, he was grateful for what little he did have even if it meant he had to wear clothes given to him by friends or cheap items. He proved that he would literally do anything to help his family, like when he found a job as a male stripper to make extra cash to help his family afford certain luxuries they wouldn't be able to without extra help. He would also do anything for his friends, like when he helped Blaine gather all the rival glee clubs together to help him propose to Kurt. He could also be self conscious at times. He would often brag about his body but when no one was looking he found flaws that he didn't like about himself. Sam was an easy going, sweet, funny, closet romantic and I stan the hell out of him.

3) Most Underrated Character: Elliott Gilbert

Reason: The beautiful Adam Lambert only graced us with his presence on the show as Elliott for a very short time but it was enough to make an impact on me. He was very talented and a good friend to our Gleeks living in New York at the time. He sometimes acted as the voice of reason, being an unbiased middle man when Rachel and Santana were fighting. He refused to pick sides when his friends were fighting but gave them someone to talk to and vent to. He was a fun person to be around and have a way about him that made anyone at ease once they got to know him. When Blaine moved to New York, he felt threatened by Elliott and his friendship with Kurt but Elliott reassured both Blaine and Kurt that he believed in their relationship and wasn't out to come between them. He was a chill dude who was just an all around great person to be around and I missed him when he was written off the show so that Adam could go back to his music career. I loved Elliott so much.

4) Most Overrated Character: Rachel Berry

Reason: First of all Lea Michele has an amazing voice but her character Rachel is overrated because she *knows* she has an amazing voice and tends to rub it in everyone's face every chance she gets. She is always on about how she's going to be a star and how she's so much better than everyone but let's look at the facts. There are better, or equally as talented, characters on the show and when Rachel had the chance at her dream role on Broadway, she left it too soon to do a TV show that flopped after only one episode causing her to run back home with her tail between her legs to revamp the Glee Club. Sure she made it in the end after she decided to go to college (and married Jesse....yes!) But she became more humble after she lost everything and got knocked off of her high horse. I still thought she was an overrated character.

5) Least Favorite Character: Tina Cohen-Chang

Reason: Tina Cohen-Agitator as Kitty once dubbed her was one of the most annoying characters on the show. She was self absorbed, even more so at time than Rachel, and constantly whined because she wasn't the center of attention. She hurt people without any remorse, like when she dumped Artie for Mike Chang or when she dropped Sam as a prom date when he didn't get nominated as prom king. She also had her weird tendencies, like rubbing vaporub on Blaine's chest when he was asleep and trying to propose to Mike when they weren't even together. She complained about *everything* and it just grated on my nerves. I really couldn't stand her. Sorry not sorry.

6) Favorite Canon Ship: Quick- Quinn Fabray & Noah Puckerman [Honorable Mentions: Brittana (Brittany & Santana), Klaine (Kurt & Blaine), and St Berry (Rachel & Jesse)]

Reason: Before I start this, I know Mark Salling did some shitty things before his suicide and that is not ok but this reflects on his *character* Noah Puckerman, not Mark personally.

From the moment Quinn found out she was pregnant with Puck's baby and we the fans first see them alone together onscreen the chemistry insane. They loved each other but they never *really* dated despite having a daughter together and making out a few times. It wasn't until later, after Quinn went on the Yale and Puck joined the Air Force that they finally officially got together but even throughout the seasons you could see their love for one another. They were a beautiful couple who had a beautiful daughter (who they have up for adoption to give her a better life since they were only 16 when they had her), and probably more later after the show ended.

7) Favorite Non-Canon Pairing: Blam- Blaine Anderson & Sam Evans

Reason: They were best friends and there are alot of great romances that grow from friendship. While in the show Blaine had feelings for Sam that Sam didn't return because he was straight, in the eyes of the fans they were in love. They had undeniable chemistry and were cute together. They looked out for each other and would do anything for the other. I stan Blam so much. And honestly when Blaine sang "Against all Odds" to Sam, I adored that moment because Sam saw him and even though he didn't return the feelings, though I still say Sam was in denial because later he was way too focused on the fact that Blaine wanted to do him.

8) Least Favorite Pairing: Rachel Berry & Sam Evans

Reason: I thought Rachel and Sam was such a random pairing. Yeah they had their cute moments but the chemistry felt forced between the two of them, especially since Sam was still in love with Mercedes and Rachel hadn't been with anyone since Finn died. Honestly when they eventually broke up, and Rachel ended up with Jesse (yasss), I wasn't that upset by it. I was just upset my man Sam ended up being the only one left unpaired by the end of the show, minus Mercedes.

9) Favorite Part/Moment: The Double Rainbow Wedding

Reason: I stan both Brittana and Klaine so much. When Santana proposed to Brittany in the final season I was like yassss Queen because I adore them so much, though I was still kind of salty like Kurt was that Klaine called off their engagement. The day of the wedding, or days leading up to the wedding, however saw my other pairing getting back together and the reunion of Klaine was epic as always. Fast Forward to the day of the Brittana wedding and Brittany, with the approval of Santana and Sue, made Klaine an offer they couldn't refuse. They surprised everyone when they made their way to the alter walking Brittany and Santana and actually staying so that they could get married to. It was a beautiful ceremony that left me with one of my favorite quotes that I plan to get tattooed on my wrist "I'm a work in progress". It was moving, shocking and beautiful and I love this moment so much.

10) Least Favorite Part/Moment: The Quarterback - Finn's Death

Reason: First of all, Rest in Peace Cory! You left an impact and will always be missed.

Because of the unexpected death of Cory Monteith, the writers had to kill Finn Hudson off on the show as well which lead to one of the saddest and most emotional episodes of Glee ever. It is my least favorite because I can't watch it without sobbing like a baby because you can tell the emotions of everyone in the episode are genuine. It was a sad time for us Glee fans.

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purrpickle · 5 years ago

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Random Pezberry Thought of the Day #310

This is a sequel to #309 by the amazing @lightbluenymphadora! Thank you!

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It took about two weeks. Rachel would be the first to admit she wasn’t the best at reading people, but she could read atmospheres. She knew something was still wrong. They’d discussed the whole role play situation, and Rachel knew Santana forgave her. But still….

She couldn’t press things. Santana would come to her when she was ready. So she was an anxious mess for a while as she waited.

Santana got home late again that Friday. She kissed Rachel on the cheek and asked, “Can we talk?”

“Of course.”

“I uh…I hope you don’t mind that I’ve been a little late this week,” Santana said softly as they snuggled up on the couch.

“No…I just assumed you had work or something.”

“Or something. I went…I went back to therapy.”

Rachel scooted a bit so she could look at Santana, properly bewildered. “You did? When? Are you okay?”

“Last week,” Santana answered. “I’m okay. I was…I…. Fuck,” Santana groaned, tilting her head back.

“Hey,” Rachel said, gently taking Santana’s face in her hands. “It’s me. You can talk to me.”

Santana closed her eyes for a moment, remembering her conversations with her therapist.

“What would happen if you let it happen?” Sandra asked.

“Huh?” Santana asked.

“If you let Rachel get upset? If you let her cry? What’s the worst that would happen?”

“I…what…I don’t know?” Santana stammered

“Okay, just sit with that question, and this next one, for a moment. Over your years with Rachel…how many things have you left unsaid because you were afraid of her reaction?”

Santana went to snap something back, but paused, and did what her therapist said. She sat with the questions before answering….

“Babe, I was still feeling a way after the whole UPS thing. Wait, just…” she said, seeing Rachel about to interrupt. “Let me get this out.”

“Right, sorry,” Rachel said. “Go ahead.”

“It wasn’t…I wasn’t mad or anything, I just…didn’t feel great. So I made an appointment. Figured I never should’ve stopped going so this was as good a time as any to get back in the therapy game. And I just want you to -” Santana cut herself off. She was about to do what she always did - comfort Rachel before talking about what was bothering her. She decided to make the leap and take her therapist’s advice.

Trust yourself, trust your girl, trust your relationship.

“The fight itself was still bothering me,” she said. “And I realized that…it was because of that comment about my fantasy being cheap.”

Rachel’s face crumpled, but she kept the tears at bay. She went to speak again, but Santana shook her head.

“I’m almost done,” Santana told her. “I know we talked about trust and everything. And I know we’ve come a long way in how we communicate with one another, but…I pinpointed what was wrong almost immediately. And I spent the next few days trying to figure out what you meant by ‘cheap’. Did you mean ‘basic porno fantasy that we should be above’? Or did you mean ‘working the pole’? Or that you were thinking I think you are cheap and that’s why you’d be into it? Maybe you meant something else entirely, and I’ll never really know what you find ‘cheap’ sexually. But it brought back a lot of high school memories, and I know we’re three years removed and I should be over it, but it brought it back. Look - I’m not saying you have to critically analyze every word during a fight. I know you probably didn’t mean anything by it really, and were just trying to dance your way out of the situation so to speak. But when you get defensive, you get sort of…elitist. No shade. Both of us prefer name brand and designer to Great Value…but when it’s about me…when it’s about us…it hurts.” Santana stopped, sighed, and looked up at Rachel. “That’s all, I guess.”

Rachel, for her part, was crying. But she was listening. And as much as she wanted to say something like “I’m sorry - I’ll do better,” she knew that all that would do was sweep this under the rug. Close the discussion to get past the discomfort momentarily. But it wouldn’t help. “I think I understand,” she said. “If I were to give you my knee-jerk reaction, I’d probably say that I was thinking about the whole ‘basic porn’ thing. But that’s what I want to say - I don’t really know. It was the first thing that came to my head and I know I can be…flippant, when it comes to our fights.” She paused and kissed Santana. “I’m sorry. I know that doesn’t really help, but I am. And I know I’m crying but it’s a reflex. I know how careful you are when we argue - hell, even when it’s not an argument, just a discussion. And I know you’re careful because you want to make up for high school. I guess what I’m saying is…if you can take my feelings into account even when you’re upset with me, I can work a little harder to do the same for you.”

Santana kissed her and nodded. “Thank you. But I…I just want you to know - I don’t want us walking on eggshells around each other either. I want us to be able to talk about things - bringing up anything with each other.”

“Like now,” Rachel said, smiling.

“Like now.”

“Well…since you brought up therapy…maybe we should go together? Like not to your therapist, but to a couple’s therapist? I know most people go when they’re in trouble, but it might be good to try it out before things go critical. It might give us some tools, you know? One thing about it is…we still operate under the cloud of our past.”

“‘Under the Cloud of Our Past’ would make one hell of a novel title,” Santana joked half-heartedly, trying to clear some of the tension.

“It would - but I’ll leave the novel writing to you, Miss English Major.”

“I think it’s a good idea. The couple’s therapy. Let’s do it.”

Rachel snuggled into Santana and sighed. This was going to take some time, but she was sure they’d be okay.

#pezberry #rachel berry #santana lopez #lightbluenymphadora #thought = headcanon = almost complete fic/drabble inspiration = if i had energy to flesh it out more #rptotd #310 #*big grin*#yes!#an important important conversation #(andthankyouformakingithappyyoutrollyou)

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lavender-lotion · 5 years ago

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Family First

“Everything is alright, Mr. Hummel, it‘s okay. Sarah has gotten into a...slight scuffle with another student,” the lady says gently, and his mind immediately assaults him with an image of his baby girl bloodied and bruised even though he is absolutely positive that no seven-year-old would reasonably be able to commit the sort of damage he’s picturing.

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Rachel is wailing her way through a love song silently dedicated to Finn through the form of heavy, lingering, eye contact when Kurt's phone goes off. His ring tone blares shrilly throughout the room, piercing through Rachel’s teary performance dramatically. She grinds to a halt, her entire body swaying forward, as the band trails off uneasily. Every eye in the room turns to glare at him.

“Sorry,” Kurt hisses, diving for his bag where it’s laid beside him and digging through the front pocket. “Sorry, sorry, it must be an emergency.”

Dread fills his stomach when he reads the name showing on the display screen. Raising his phone to his ear, Kurt ignores the way his hand shakes while he answers the call.

“Hello?” Kurt asks weakly, his voice unsteady as hundreds of terrifying and heart-wrenching scenarios rush through his brain. A murmur of noise sounds throughout the room but Kurt ignores it, focusing on the phone pressed to his ear and plugging his other with a finger.

“Hi there, is this Kurt Hummel?” The voice coming through the line is sweet, a motherly edge to it that Kurt recognizes as concern, even though he’s never heard this person before.

“Y-yes.” His voice breaks.

“This is Mrs. Kennedy from Lima Public Elementary. We have you listed down as Sarah Puckerman’s secondary emergency contact,” she explains slowly, her voice kind. “We weren’t able to reach her brother, Noah.”

“Right,” he says quickly, rushing through an explanation as panic blinds him. “Right, yes, he’s here with me, sorry. What’s wrong? Is everything okay?”

“Everything is alright, Mr. Hummel, it‘s okay. Sarah has been in a...slight scuffle with another student,” the lady says gently, and his mind immediately assaults him with an image of his baby girl bloodied and bruised even though he is absolutely positive that no seven-year-old would reasonably be able to commit the sort of damage he’s picturing.

He reaches out and Noah is already there. Kurt has no idea when he crossed the room, but his hand is warm and his fingers are solid as they tangle with his own. Taking a deep breath, he manages to keep his voice steady as he asks, “Is she okay?”

There’s a beat of silence in which Kurt’s stomach drops and his heart doesn’t beat, caught up in blinding fear. Then, the lady tells him, “She’s fine physically. It appears the fight was more verbal than physical—”

“Oh thank Gaga,” Kurt breathes, relief rushing through him and making him feel dizzy. “Sorry. Sorry no, I didn’t mean that, I just...”

“It’s quite alright, Mr. Hummel. I understand the relief. While Sarah isn’t hurt, she is suspended for the rest of the week and is currently being held in the office.” Her voice raises at the end of the sentence, and Kurt understands what she’s silently asking.

“Yeah okay. We can be there in,” Kurt sucks air in through his teeth as he mentally calculates the drive through traffic, “just about fifteen minutes.”

He’s already standing, trusting Noah to be there, and he is. When Kurt turns to him and meets his eyes, the other boy’s are full of concern. Kurt brings their joined hands to his mouth and brushes a kiss over Noah’s knuckles as the office lady says a few finals words to him before hanging up. Once his phone is safely tucked into his pocket, he covers their joined hands with his free one and cradles them against his chest.

“Sarah got into a fight, but she’s okay. She’s suspended for the rest of the week, though, and we have to go get her,” Kurt explains, keeping Noah’s hand held against his chest and not letting go even while it spasms inside his grip. “It’s going to be okay. She can spend the day tomorrow with Dad at the garage—which she’ll love so much it won’t even feel like a punishment, but alas.”

“Thank you, Princess,” Noah says, voice thick. Kurt knows what he’s not saying, can see it all in his pretty eyes, and he smiles gently into the soft kiss Noah gives him.

“Alright, baby, let’s go,” Kurt says against his lips, chuckling when Noah lets out an unhappy noise.

Pulling back, he studiously ignores the stares of his fellow glee-clubbers and leans down for his bag. He doesn’t have time to deal with them, not when his baby girl is waiting on him. Noah shuffles back to where he’d been sitting and grabs his own backpack, and they meet at the bottom step simultaneously. Kurt goes easily when Noah throws an arm over his shoulder and tucks him tightly against his side.

“Excuse me, guys, but what do you think you’re doing?” Mr. Shue’s voice echoes through the ringing silence.

Before Kurt can say anything, Noah all but growls, “Did none of you listen to Kurt? We have to go pick up my sister from school!”

Silence reigns in the club room. Kurt figures it’s because none of them—save maybe Finn and Santana—know that Noah even has a sister, let alone that he’s been raising her for the better part of her young life. The other boy is unbelievably private about his home life, considering how he used to boast about his sexual prowess, but his home life is now the little apartment they’ve turned Kurt’s basement bedroom into, which definitely no one knows about.

At first, it had been because everything was so new and, despite Noah’s insistence that he was sure , Kurt had trouble believing that the other boy was truly, seriously attracted to him. He had really thought that he was just tired of being strung along by Quinn, and making out with Noah Puckerman was certainly no hardship for Kurt.

But things had escalated; Kurt found himself feeling things for Noah he’d never felt for Finn, and then he’d met Sarah and seen how Mrs. Puckerman treated them. Without really taking any time to even think, he found himself begging his dad to let the two of them stay with him so they wouldn’t have to go through another one of their mother’s drunk tirades, and somehow Noah was moving himself and his little sister in.

And that had been that, really. They had settled into a strong relationship over the summer and had started school with the decision that they would keep things to themselves. Their lives were their own and they didn’t need their decisions under the scrutiny of the entire school. It worked, keeping things to themselves, and they much preferred it that way.

Kurt found that he didn’t care about all the typical milestones shared within a high school relationship when he and Noah were already living together and taking care of his little sister like she was their own. But, clearly they wouldn’t be able to keep things to themselves much longer. He can all but taste the curiosity in the room, but continues to ignore it as Mr. Shue tells them they can leave.

Kurt doesn’t say anything else, just slips his fingers between Noah’s where they’re hanging over his shoulder. They’ve wasted enough time as it is, and even though he’s been assured that she’s okay, he can’t get the image of Sarah hurt out of his head. He just wants to get to her and get her home and make sure she really is safe and okay, because while she takes after her brother a worryingly amount, fighting at school is definitely not normal for her.

“Oh, I think we’re out of that fancy smelling detergent,” Noah mumbles, his breath ghosting over Kurt’s temple before bussing a kiss to his hair.

Kurt smiles, appreciating the effort, and takes a deep breath as they take the hallways pressed together. He knows that the club must be freaking out, but he can’t think of anything other than Sarah and making sure she’s okay.

Family comes first, and that’s never going to change.

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Mike Chang*Let Me Try

Summary: (Y/N) had two best friends and a boyfriend in the New Directions but loses Mike and Tina to cheating. What will (Y/N)’s reaction to the cheating be and will Mike ever get them back?

Ship(s): Mike X Reader, Mike X Tina, Mercedes X Sam

Request: (Wattpad) A few months earlier, Mike cheated on me with Tina. He realized his mistake and came to see me in the middle of the night, in the rain. He apologizes and we get back together.

Warnings: Cheating

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I was never in New Directions, but I always seemed to be there. Whether it was to see my friends Tina and Mercedes or to try to talk to Mr. Shue about Spanish. A glee club wasn't a strange concept to me, and I never made fun of it. combine that with my friendship with Tina and Mercedes meant that I kinda just joined their group. The first year of glee they didn't hang out that much during school but by the second year, they were quite a close-knit group. Honestly, it was good fun. They were for the most part really chill apart from Rachel, Santana, and Quinn but I somehow managed to avoid that whole situation. Within a few weeks of regularly hanging out with New Directions and watching their practises I liked someone. Like really liked. Like the cliché high school musical like like. And it was Mike Chang. It wasn't just because he was hot (which who could deny?) but he was nice, not a sleaze or flirt (like Puck), funny, and we shared a lot in common. Add on the fact that he could dance, was on the football team, and was an A student he seemed like the perfect boyfriend. Of course, as it goes Mercedes and Tina found out and kept pestering me about it. they'd make jokes, wiggle their eyebrows, and try convincing me to ask him out. I would do the same to them with their crushes as well though so I couldn't complain. And as friendship codes all go, they never told him. Eventually, I did ask him to hang out, just us, that then turned into a date. It was fun. We got food, played arcade machines, talked about TV shows and just had fun. He whooped my butt on the dance arcade machines but won me a unicorn keychain so I couldn't complain. And our relationship was good. We hung out in school, went on walks afterwards, got coffee on the weekends, went to the arcade too often, and tried to study together that always led to making out. My friends fake complained about us, but I knew they didn't mind. But over time I became more distant with Tina. It was really slow, and I didn't even notice at first. She hung out with Mike more than before but why should I care when they were friends first and she was the one who convinced me to ask him out. She was the one I went to for advice because Mike was my first somewhat serious relationship. I brought it up to Mercedes and she said she noticed her drifting away. it's kind of made sense though. Mercedes and I hung around with Kurt and Rachel more and Tina had told us how she wasn't that fond of either. She was also hanging out with Artie just as much as with my boyfriend and she did like Artie, so I honestly wasn't worried. Mercedes backed me up saying Tina would never do that. Till she did. New Directions had decided to all go out to breadsticks before school wrapped up for two weeks and I tagged along. I wasn't officially invited but Mercedes said there was no reason for me to come and was surprised Mike hadn't said anything. When Mercedes and I walked in, we were the last ones there, everyone said hey, but Mike and Tina were quiet. I walked over to my boyfriend and noticed there was no seat beside him. I said hi to him and he gave me a quick kiss on the check. Normally Tina would let me sit by my boyfriend, but it was Sam that moved. I thanked him and sat down, a little weirded out but didn't say anything. Sam also got to sit next to Mercedes which I know pleased her. Nothing seemed out of place, but Tina was a little quiet, so I text her asking if she was alright. She replied saying she was just a little sick. Checks out. Why wouldn't it? "I'm going to the bathroom," I quietly excused myself. Mike nodded and turned to Tina to talk. Not weird at all. I was washing my hands when the door opened and walked in Santana and Quinn. That's weird I thought due to they're on and off again rivalry. I smiled at them and went to dry my hands. They shared a look before fixing their makeup. When I was about to leave though Quinn stopped me, "Wait (Y/N). we um need to tell you something," "What?" Santana glanced at a nervous Quinn and sighed, "Mike's cheating on you," "What? No, he's not," I instantly denied. That boy wouldn't even cheat on a homework assignment let alone me. "He is (Y/N)," Quinn said, clearly more caring than Santana. "It's him and Tina," "That is ridiculous," I put my hands on my hips, "Tina was the one telling me to go for it, she's not about to do that to me," "Look (Y/N) they are. Trust me, we both know it sucks," Santana said, "But it sucks less when you don't let them break it off. We all know it," "But why?" oh God I was starting to believe them, "When would they even, ugh?" Quinn sighed, "It's in Glee. Mercedes is always late or out with Sam. Or they'll rush out together. Its been going on for a couple weeks," "No. I don't believe you," I said, walking out. They followed behind me and I just sat back and my seat and turned to Mike, "Hey babe," he just nodded in reply. I'm just gonna ask, "So I was talking to Quinn and Santana," this caught his attention. "They were saying you were cheating on me. but it's a lie of course. Isn't it?" I couldn't tell if his silence or the tables sudden silence was worse. No one would look at me. "It is a lie isn't it?" I pressed. He finally looked at me and I knew, "(Y/N), it's-" "What the hell is wrong with you?" I ask, "And you?" I turn to Tina. She said nothing but they both looked down. I looked to the table who all avoided my eyes. Mercedes looked just as confused as I did, "And you lot, you knew? And no one told me?" "(Y/N)), we didn't realise-" Sam started. "Bullshit," I cut him off. "All of you are fucking snakes. Try being nice for once and maybe then you won't get slushied so much," I fumed before getting up and leaving. Mercedes followed after me. "(Y/N) wait up," she called. We were outside the restaurant and I was leaning against a brick wall holding back tears, "I had no idea. I swear," "I believe you," I said, my voice wobbling. And I started to cry. Mercedes hugged me and walked us away from Breadsticks, calling her dad to pick us up. Mercedes and I did the movie classic of ice cream and sad movies that night, bitching about Mike and Tina the whole time. Halfway through the night, we called Sam. "Are you sure you wanna ask?" Mercedes asked me before calling him. "I'd rather know," I mumbled. She nodded and pressed call. He answered after a couple of rings, "Sam?" "Yeah," he said. "How are you holding up?" "How'd you think?" I asked before eating more ice-cream, "What happened?" he sighed, "Tell me," I insisted. "Okay," Sam said, "They've not actually been doing much. They've been I don't know closer in glee for a couple weeks. Last week a couple football guys saw them making out. In practice they, well, are clingy. Sorry, this feels weird," "It is okay," but it wasn't. He told me about it all. How they'd rush out of class to make out behind school or how she'd go to the library with him when he always asked me not to go so he could concentrate. Yeah right. After that, I stopped hanging out with new directions. Expect from Mercedes's I didn't want to be friends with any of them. Santana and Quinn were the only ones willing to speak up. Sam's alright but I still was mad at even him. I returned to my old friendship group and the amount of drama calmed down. A few weeks past and I had moved on. I still avoided him in school, and I had blocked him and Tina on everything. Mercedes told me about him and Tina though. How they dated for a couple weeks but broke up. It didn't help. Weeks turned into months then it was summer. We were a couple weeks into a vacation when Mike texted me. I had changed his name in my contacts to 'he who shall not be answered' but I checked the text anyway. 'How are u?' I ignored it. and I ignored the next text and the next. Eventually, I just had to put my phone one silent. It was all too tempting so I did the thing people advise you don't do; go for a walk randomly without your phone. All I took was a jacket and off I went. It was half 7 at night but relatively light outside. As I was walking I was able to just breath and think. I thought about Mike and I. we'd never talked after the breakup and all I could go off of was what Sam said. It just didn't make sense. Why would Tina go for Mike? Why would Mike go for Tina? Why wouldn't Mike have tried to talk to me sooner? I was glad not too many people were out as the tears slipped down. I'd always avoiding thinking about it. I didn't think it would hurt as much. Soon I began to feel wetness on my head as well. I looked up to see the clouds had gone grew. Oh crap. The sky began to let down. The coat I'd grabbed had a hood, but I still rushed into the nearest shop. Without my phone, I had no option but to walk back. Luckily I had a few dollars in my pocket, so I figured I'd grab a drink before starting my walk, more likely run, home. When I turned into the drink section I froze. There stood trying to decide between two drinks was Mike. For whatever reason he looked up, "(Y/N)?" He mumbled, putting the drinks back, "What are you doing here?" I said nothing, just grabbed my drink and rushed to pay. Mike was close behind me, but I just left as soon as I handed over the money, not waiting for the change. I flung my hood up and ran outside. Mike ran after me and I heard a sigh when the door opened. I'd hoped he would've retreated inside since he was only wearing flannel and jeans, but he didn't. "Wait, please!" he called. I regretted it but I looked over my shoulder. Long enough for his face to convince me to listen. Damn emotions, "What?" I asked, venom dripping off my voice, He winced, "Can I talk to you?" Mike asked, already drenched. I nodded. He looked around for shelter, but I crossed my arms. "Look I'm sorry. I-I fucked up," For a teenage boy Mike hardly ever swore, "Majorly fucked up. When I was younger I used to really like Tina. I got over it, but she kept hanging out with me and she kissed me and I-I just really really – fucked up. And no amount of I'm sorry is gonna fix that," It was Tina. Tina kissed him. "Why should I believe you? Tina was my best friend?" Mikes face screwed up, "What? Tina said your parents forced you to be friends," Ouch. It made sense though. It had been our parents so determined to make us friends when I moved to her neighbourhood. We didn't get on that well at first. But I thought we got over it. "So, why'd you do it?" I asked. Mike shook his head, "I don't know," by this point, he was soaked, water dripping off him but more hitting him. The rain was louder so he had to speak up and I could feel the dampness through my jacket, "I guess I just went back to middle school? But I shouldn't of. I hated myself afterward. I only dated Tina afterwards because I missed you and I know you deserve better. I know you could make anyone happy, but I need you. Please, let me try to make it up to you." He begged, walking closer. "How am I meant to trust you?" "I don't expect you too. Please just, lets at least start as friends. Let me work from there. I'm falling apart," he was. There were dark circles around his eyes, and he was shivering by this point. A gust of wind blew by and I shivered, "Okay," I said, and his face lit up, "You can try but no promises. Let's just get inside somewhere," He was smiling despite the rain, "Of course. And (Y/N), I'll do anything to try make it up to you,"

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