#will get slushied a lot by jocks

[cleradinthealps]

you wouldn’t understand my fucked up, twisted mind. for example i like to imagine stranger things characters in the glee universe

[nightmarefuele]

💚- A memory that makes them feel guilty {{His Highness}}

Guilt?

❝Me?❞ Looking over one shoulder and then the other. Pretending there's a whole mob of goons there at his behest — woe, save your Clown Prince from the horrors of a bleak question !

(Nobody there.)

❝Well. I suh-pose. . . .❞ Looking, now, vaguely despondent; a sigh even goes so far as to tickle the dry bar breeze, if only to pep-up the stale premises. Here's where the real theatrics poke their dead heads. ❝Mayyy-be . . . there wAs this one time. An ice cream truck. . . . One'a those sing-song street-stops, and this one, well, she happened to frequent the neighborhood of my schoolboy days.❞

There's this redhead kid — well, he's a giant over little Joker, a ❛senior superior❜ in all so-ci-etal ❛sense.❜ So Ginger's got that chip on his shoulder he thinks is really just extra muscle, extra bite. Bite like the neighborhood dogs he hits, kicks, slams (big, small, mutts and all) 'cause he fancies himself this scary character. Maybe to pooches and wildlife he is. When he shuffles out half-toppled swirly cones, these real slushy affairs, he gives 'em with ugly side-grins (which work, somehow) at all the pretties and twice-ugly scowls at the littles; the pre-highs, the six years, the sevens, the eights. Behind their backs he calls the eights ❛reverse rates.❜

Ha-ha. (haha..heh.)

So when the little joke shows his face its all funnies and hoo-has (and not even wearing the makeup), the dustbunny of a senior football player with his jammies up in a twist over some-thing the Joker said, because apparently it's a crime to lay it out straight with a person and tell him his mommy's got lousy tongue work. ❛Man-to-man❜ or so they say, 'cause the next time Ginger comes a-rolling out in his diesel-powered milker it's Joker's house in his sights. He shimmies right out of that skinny door and keeps on going 'til he gets up to the . . .

❝. . . you know, house. Address. Place of re-si-dence. Where?❞ The top half of the clown's face inclines all that much higher. Forehead ghost-sheet white as ever — in fact it appears miles fresher than before. Coming from within, the red-and-black flairs glow. No room to picture a king; The Joker's got his spot.

Tricked out in that fine purple coat, good as signature, he looks royal as any of those British mugs.

So, ❝Not important,❞ naturally. Good as law, clown's word goes. ❝Who knows-ah, what kinda mail's been stuffin' up the box. Oh!, hmm,❞ animal's low growling, shark with painted teeth, ❝on thaat note. . . .❞

. . . where little Joker wasn't. See, he might go off to join the proverbial circus, but he was no jester and certainly not for prima-jock courts. By then he was already out with Gingerbread's ❛Nancy,❜ his sweet-sss, his ❛sugar.❜ And did I say our good boy's without his facepaint? I lie-d. 'Cause Nancy says she likes it, likes it a whole lot — and she's all too young for that Big Red anyway, so she doesn't mind (and he doesn't mind, the little joke) walking out on him, good and gone.

So that's when it happens, somehow; because nobody's home, little boy Joker's momma not around, and his father, well. . . . And so Ginger just busts on through, but he's forgotten not all dogs are little, and not all big dogs are mutts and poodles. This one'sa rottwei-ler, a whole tank for a breed, and plenty canon in that slavering maw.

(Did I mention the little joke for-got to feed him his evening chew?)

❝. . . Ended up replacing the poor fish. That ice cream scoop received a-uhh, a postal recommendation. I always did wonder if that's how it feeells — watching that sweet stuff melt.❞

He's looking over at her now, at Beth, and does she know what he's talking about? Unclear, of course, to which he refers: the fee-ling, strictly speaking, or the froyo itself. (Doesn't froyo deserve our empathy?)

A hum pinches at corner-mouth where scar serrates the divide between skin and slick. Pinches. Guilt-yy. Pinchy, gooey . . . thing. Lukewarm jello. Sorta . . . unsettled. Left out.

❝But you, here . . .❞ Makes a little clicking, tongue-and-teeth. King's coat a little less vivid now — darker colors, his curiosity. ❝You got something on yer mind-ah.❞

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As a self-proclaimed “badass,” Puck was well known around the school for constantly tossing students into dumpsters and also for initially being a primary culprit for throwing slushies in everyone’s faces. At first, Puck was very much opposed to the Glee Club, deeming it “gay” and a group of “losers.” Shortly after Quinn Fabray joins the club, Puck discovers that she has become pregnant with his baby, and joins the glee club as a way of being closer to her. But, in the end, Puck begins to enjoy Glee Club and find his passion for singing.

Puck is, at first glance, the stereotypical bullying jock. Arrogant, rude, and judgmental, Puck is the unwavering belief that because he is good at sports, he is better than everyone else. He is also a bit “gangster,” as he has even been sent to juvie due to his delinquent behavior. He was always causing trouble. And because of his supposed superiority, he believed that allowed him to mistreat anyone else who he felt was different from him. Puck also has a very easily provoked temper and would attack friends and enemies at the drop of a hat if pushed.

Puck’s arrogant behavior has made it to where he often doesn’t consider the consequences of his actions and behavior, and how it might affect others. Puck’s arrogance not only relates to school politics but also in regards to girls. Although crude, Puck is nonetheless handsome and knows it. As such, he feels any and all women are fair game for his sexual prowess. He’s shown himself to be particularly fond of older women. In truth, however, Puck is willing to have sex with any woman who is available, even his best friend’s girl. He also seems to revel in the chase and the conquest. Because he has a lot of sex, he thinks he is a sex master.

However, although Puck rarely shows it, he does have several surprising good qualities. He is sensitive about being liked and popular, and finds the idea of being an outsider or bullied unnerving and has been shown to feel guilty for behaving that way towards others so much so that he seems to have stopped his bullying streak since joining the glee club. He knows that his actions are wrong and owns up to that. Puck also finds family very important, as he has a regular family event in which his mother, sister and himself will watch Schindler’s List.

After high school, Puck found his way to the army, and soon enough, he was one of the best in there. He spent all his time working out, and doing his best for everyone to see that he really wanted to be there. He was not going to mess this up like in high school. The army was where he felt at home for the first time. He felt like he had a family again after leaving high school and his friends behind. He knew he had found his place! But, after four years, he wanted more and more, and that was why he decided to transfer for the American Air Force. He also served his country outside of America, and he couldn’t be prouder of himself. He really was finding his way and no longer was the same ‘lost boy’ from high school.

Last year, Puck decided to become a business man too. And now, he owns his own beer company. Homemade beer, to be honest. Everything started as a joke, but soon enough, Puck started to receive requests from people asking him to sell his beer, and well, Puck, as always, was looking for money and more ways to make money to spend on his motorcycle, and well, he decided to let himself go, and get into this crazy world of business. He is now looking for ways to make his beer company grow. He really fell in love with this industry, and not just with the beer.

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[cinanamon]

I want to write a lesbian romance book. That’s all.

[poptart-productions]

Luxurious

[drabble+headcanons]

pairing // jason dean x black fem! reader

content // racism, swearing, fluff, j.d being a sweet and affirming boyfriend, nsfw content

a/n // i wanna write a full j.d smut but i wanted to test the waters with a ramble to see how well this would perform.

it’s worth noting that j.d is slightly out of character because this version of him goes to therapy; so less of a yandere, and more of just a teenage dirtbag with a side of trauma and dark humor

though if you want to request a yandere j.d i’d be happy to fulfill that! (or if you want more headcanons 👀)

minors dni!!

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ੈ✩ | let’s not play games, westerberg high is a predominantly white high school in the 80s; no shit racism was involved in your time there

ੈ✩ | right off the bat, jason was not cool with all of the negative attention you were getting

ੈ✩ | he must admit, you piqued his interest; you were so fucking precious—he literally cannot help it

ੈ✩ | he’s definitely had an unsavory dream about you at least once

ੈ✩ | he spent a lot of time watching you—he was straightforward, but believed in proper timing; also partially because he was a ‘fucking coward’ and his heart really couldn’t take your rejection

ੈ✩ | after a particularly bad day of kurt and ram tormenting you with racially charged comments that they swore were sexy j.d snaps, beating the shit out of them with such vigor even the faculty doesn’t dare to intervene. the smell of blood fills your senses as veronica protectively grips your shoulders; a limp, near-dead ram drops to the floor, as the unknown (to you) boy uses his blood spattered hands to fix his hair. he turns to you and you shiver; despite the fact that this man was clearly dangerous—and you don’t even know his name, you felt your body shake with this school girl giggly-ness, “wanna go get a slushy with me?” his piercing eyes bore into you, flickering with anticipation

“. . .what?”

ੈ✩ | j.d moves kinda fast, but if you’re rocking with it, he would begin to make himself comfortable—sneaking into your house through the window. it scared the shit out of you at first, but you began to make it a normal part of your routine—having this happiness settle in the bottom of your stomach every time you see his face pop up behind the glass

ੈ✩ | extremely possessive—obviously. in fact, after a group of jocks push their luck about messing with you and you hide it from jason—he finds out and scolds you about it, “you’re mine, that means i take care of you” you felt your heart stop beating at that moment; when it began again, it seemed like it was beating for him, “next time they do something like this i’m bashing their fucking skulls” your mouth hung open, and you stared at him in shocked silence as he lights another cigarette. acting without thinking, you slap the cancer stick out of his hand, “jason dean!” you gasped, “please tell me you’re joking or so help me i will rat you out to your therapist!” “you fucking wouldn’t!” jason shows you a crooked smirk, before pulling you onto his lap with a kiss

ੈ✩ | yes, he moves fast, but he is rather hesitant to touch you. once he does for the first time, though all bets are off.

ੈ✩ | your first time with him was ridiculously sweet; he went slow, going at you for hours. he would kiss you, praising and complimenting your “perfect body”

ੈ✩ | jason loves cock-warming—absolutely obsessed with it. he can just be inside you—feeling absolute bliss as the two of you cuddle and he kisses you

ੈ✩ | mumbles during sex a lot, mostly random

ੈ✩ | he loves your hair so fucking much; “please, ronni?!” “okay, fine! me and martha will do it on our next movie night, okay?” “okay! thanks!” you hang up, feeling this giddiness bubble up within you as a pair of arms wrap around your waist, “what was that about, darling?” jason had come up behind you, “haven’t heard you beg like that since—“ already sensing a lewd sentence dancing on your boyfriend’s tongue, your hand flies up to his mouth, “—yeah, no need to relive the past! i was just talking to veronica, and she said she’ll do my hair the way she does it for picture day!”

you were ecstatic but j.d didn’t even bother to hide the frown on his face, “what’s wrong with this?” he gestures toward your current hairstyle

“well, babe; veronica’s hair is so pretty and thought—“

“—yours is pretty too”

ever since then, he picked up the habit of taking locks of your hair in his hands and kissing them. he mostly prefers the natural look on you, but he understands why you’d wear other styles; you’re a goddess in his eyes, regardless

ੈ✩ | j.d experienced some crazy culture shock upon seeing how black parents treat their kids; he gets pissed at them a few times, and even encourages you to live with him when he thinks they’re abusing you. you explain to him that they’re hard on you because they want you to succeed in a world that is constantly rooting for your failure—especially in the 80s, you can bet your parents did not do the whole “rebel boyfriend thing” in fact, the first time they met him wasn’t the. . .best situation

“[y/n]!” your mother’s sweet voice calls—you know that’s gonna change real soon as her steady footsteps approach your door, “dinner’s. . .ready” she opens the door to find you desperately trying to get off of j.d’s lap as his strong arms trap you in place. “salutations” he nonchalantly picks you up, “i’m j.d—dinner’s ready, right?” he begins to saunter out of your room, as your mother stares ahead in shocked silence. that didn’t last for long, though as she quickly grabs the collar of his trench coat “boy! if you don’t get the hell out of my house!”

ੈ✩ | it took a while for your parents to warm up to him. your mother would force herself to be kind to him upon seeing how much you truly loved him at first—before genuinely beginning to care for him, extending home-cooked meals and a place to stay in the guest room after fights with his dad. he doesn’t say, but it fills him with such joy

ੈ✩ | now your father; it was especially hard to get on his good side. he couldn’t get over the fact that j.d was. . .j.d. . .it even resulted in a large fight between them while having dinner one night

“i love her with everything i am” he speaks in a low, dark tone; slowly raising from his chair to stare down at your father, “i won’t let anything happen to her”

ੈ✩ | despite being a bit more well adjusted than his movie and musical counterparts, my j.d would certainly still maintain that god complex, though it would be less intense. he genuinely believed the two of you were a superior breed of human.

ੈ✩ | he’s still a teenage dirtbag, though—and a bit of an anarchist, so he definitely does chaotic shit; going on random joyrides, stealing and hot wiring cars. in fact, that was your second date. . .ever

“you’re fucking crazy, j.d!” you screamed as the brunette beside you swerves the vehicle, the screeching of the tires making your ears bleed

“yeah. . .”

ੈ✩ | you constantly have to affirm j.d and remind him how much you love him. he really finds it hard to believe that you actually want him; even now, he still flinches when you touch him suddenly

ੈ✩ | you, as his girlfriend, do basic girlfriend things. for example: stealing his clothes. (i’ve seen some different takes on this but personally i think. . .) j.d would literally fall in love with you all over again every time he sees you wearing it—the trench coat, that is. seeing you, wearing his clothes. . .just. . .fuck

ੈ✩ | it goes without saying that he gets turned on rather easily; especially when you wear his clothes

ੈ✩ | as the title of this ramble suggests, j.d treats you like a goddess; he worships your every moves, watching you intently as you do very simple tasks. he’s not the romantic type but would absolutely shower you in gifts

ੈ✩ | being realistic here: being in a relationship with jason wouldn’t be so fun all the time, in fact it could be quite draining

ੈ✩ | he’ll fly off the handle at times, talking your ear off for hours about how nothing really mattered and how he just just do it—“i should just fucking kill myself” he’s done this before, but it still struck the same type of horror in dread in your heart “jason, shut up! don’t say things like that!” “or what?!” “. . .jason, please” you beg, collapsing to your knees. realizing how much he was scaring you, j.d joins you on the floor, cradling you in his arms like a treasure. “i’m sorry darling, i didn’t—“ “then don’t fucking say shit like that, jason!” your weary voice cuts his short

you refused to sleep that night, afraid j.d would do something he couldn’t take back. you didn’t go to school the next day either, far too fatigued—but yet you still wouldn’t lay your head down, “i won’t do anything, baby—you can lay down, i promise”

“i don’t trust you”

ੈ✩ | every time he did this, though he made it up to you; allowing you to come with him to his therapy sessions to ensure he was being honest as well as being softer than usual

ੈ✩ | he’s aware he’s not the easiest person to date, so a lot of times he’ll just kiss your body in an apologetic way, letting you know just how much he loves you

“darling. . . ?”

“yeah?”

“i love you. . .so much”

“i love too, j.d”

he takes a break from placing kisses on your stomach, looking up at you with an unreadable expression

“i would kill for you”

“i know, j.d”

[captains-simp]

heksbdkshs you’re jock!carol fics give me life, could you do one where jock!carol and the reader have been keeping their relationship a secret and one of those girls that love gossip finds out and like the next day everyone knows ??

You've met soft!jock!Carol. Now it's time for angsty!jock!Carol

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Warning: homophobia (plus slurs), bullying, mentions of declining mental health mild violence and some clique high school douchebags (yes that gets a warning)

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You barely looked up when the paper airplane landed swiftly on your desk in front of you. It was only when you caught a glimpse of the red and blue stripe along the side that you spared it a glance. You prodded it with your pen and dragged it across the desk towards you, feeling a pair of eyes watching you eagerly from the back of the class. You unfolded the note carefully until a small sprawl of letters became visible, barely spelling out the word 'purple'.

You bit back a smile at the message and scrunched it up into a tight ball, throwing it in the bin near your desk before going back to writing your notes. You wanted to turn around and meet the eyes you were certain were staring at the back of your head but you knew you couldn't. It had become routine and you swore it was still the hardest part of your day - pretending you didn't notice her.

The bell in the corridor rung loudly and the second it did everyone in the class got up from their seats, ignoring the final reminders from the teacher at the front. Students swarmed into the corridor and amongst the crowd you lost sight of her for a few short moments until the wave of blonde hair appeared ahead of you where she maneuver to the side to be greeted by others in the same blue jacket. You caught her eye for a split second as you went by but it was no more than that. You wished so much that it could have been longer, that you could confidently stroll down those corridors hand in hand with her. A short hug. A brief kiss. A small smile. Anything. You just wished you could have more than fleeting moments with the blonde.

It felt like you could finally breathe properly when you left the suffocating building. The crowd dispersed into smaller groups while you walked out of the school grounds with a slight trot in your step. The further you went the less people you saw until the streets you walked down were near empty. The small corner shop eventually came into sight and you sped up slightly at the sight of your destination, not spying the red car you were always looking out for but knowing she was somewhere close by, she always got there first.

Instead of going into the corner store, you went through the narrow alleyway besides it and around the back of the store. You weren't in a sketchy part of town and even if you were you wouldn't have been afraid of going down the alley, not when you knew who was around the corner waiting for you. You had told her that last time you were there when she had asked you out of sheer curiosity. Apparently she wanted to challenge that truth.

A pair of hands shot out besides your and covered your eyes in an instant, not giving you any chance to stop it. Before you could even give a startled cry, her body pressed firmly against your back and the familiar smell of vanilla surrounded you. Relaxing in her grip, you felt her sway playfully as she leaned forwards to plant soft kisses along your neck. "Guess who?" She mused and you smiled as you tilted your head back for her.

"Hey, Care Bear." Carol groaned against your neck as she pulled her hands away. "I told you not to call me that." She complained, though her smile betrayed her when she spun you around to face her. You instinctively wrapped your arms around her neck as she held your waist softly, kissing you with enough passion to tell you she had been missing you too.

"How'd your test go?" Carol asked between kisses as she guided you backwards to lean against the nearest wall.

"Okay, I passed." You said absentmindedly. "How'd your game go?"

"Okay, I won." She copied and you couldn't help but smile faintly.

"That film you wanted to watch is on tonight, at 11. Wanna go?" The Captain asked as she stopped kissing you to talk properly and kept her hold on you so you stayed close.

"There's show times a lot earlier than 11." You laughed but stilled when Carol scrunched up her nose. "What? You don't want to be seen in public with me?" You teased but there was something very genuine to your question. You felt a familiar pang in your chest when Carol's grip loosened and she looked away.

"Y/n, we've talked about this." Your girlfriend sighed.

"I know, I'm sorry." You muttered as you tried to look as unbothered as possible but knew your face gave away the disappointment you felt so intensely. "You know if I could I would go out at all hours with you, where ever you'd want to go. It's just not that simple." It was hard to truly believe those words when your girlfriend sounded so exasperated, like she was having to explain to a child why they couldn't draw on the walls or have candy for breakfast.

"I know." You said because you really did and you felt guilty for bringing it up.

Carol had told you before you had even started dating her that your relationship would have to be secret. You didn't go to the most gay-friendly school for one thing. There were no openly gay couples there and to be honest you didn't have the nerve to be the first. Carol was content on being popular and you were happy staying under the radar with no intentions to change that. Above all Carol believed it would make securing her scholarship a great deal harder. You were never sure if that was just her fears or if it could really affect it but you respected where she was coming from. That didn't stop it hurting. It didn't stop you envying all the couples that got to openly love their partners. You always reminded yourself that keeping your relationship secret took as much of a toll on Carol as it did on you, she was just far better at hiding it. She was good at hiding a lot.

"Is that a no on the movie?" Carol asked with a strong hint of upset in her voice and unintentionally heart wrenching puppy dog eyes.

"11 right? Sounds like we have a lot of time to kill." You smiled wholly as you glanced at the old blanket fort you had built together months ago, right after you had gotten red and blue slushies that you had spilt on one of the blankets inside and stained purple. That wasn't the only thing that was turned purple that day but was the one that seemed to be permanent.

Carol smiled eagerly and wrapped her arms around you tightly again. "I love you, you know that right?" She asked genuinely and you returned her bright smile.

"Always, and I love you too, Care Bear." Carol rolled her eyes but kissed you softly again, treasuring the feeling of your soft lips against hers and the vague taste of the lunch she had discreetly bought you that day.

*

You swung open your locker door and made to shove as many of your school books inside as you could until you halted at the sight of a small, folded up, piece of paper in the base of your locker. You crammed your books into the tight space and stood as close as you could to it as you unfolded the note, knowing it wasn't for the eyes of the rest of the world. 'East feild field supply shed, lunch' was all it read in the familiarly rushed handwriting. You scrunched the note up and put it in your pocket, locked your locker and made your way down the corridor with a sense of uncertainty in your step. Carol never wanted to meet inside school - it was practically a rule. You would text each other as much as you could and even call if you were lucky, but you were never physically together.

You continued on to the field and walked across as nonchalantly as you could. You only vaguely knew where that specific supply shed was because it was rarely ever used and not to mention half submerged in the woodland bordering part of the field. You glanced around as you neared it and when you were sure no one was near by you dipped behind the back to an awaiting Carol, sat cross legged on the floor and trying to balance a spoon on her nose.

"Hey, are you alright?" You asked hastily as you put your bag down on the floor and stared at your girlfriend in concern.

"Of course I am, you're here." She said simply and held both her hands out to you. You took them with a confused smile as Carol guided you to sit on her lap and cupped your cheek with her hand.

"Are you sure? We don't usually- we never-" Carol pecked your lips to successfully silence you.

"I know, but I missed you too much." She said with a contagious smile. "Really. I just wanted to see you." Your smile grew as you nodded and lent forward slightly to kiss the blonde back.

"I missed you too."

You stayed like that for the rest of your lunch break, enjoying each other's company and embrace as you ignored the rest of the world that wasn't shielded by the old wood around you. It was pretty much perfect. You knew it couldn't become habit so you tried your hardest to just focus on the there and then. Carol seemed to be thinking the same thing, letting her guard down more than she ever had when you had to part days.

The Captain chuckled as she kissed you after backing you into the shed door. You pushed her back lightly with a giggle, feeling giddy from everything happening. "We gotta go." You laughed more when Carol trapped you against the shed, clearly not having any desire to attend her next lesson. "Carol." You scorned, making her pull away only to gaze at you adoringly.

"Okay." She huffed and stepped back to give you space to move. The moment you did she laced your fingers together and held up your hand to her lips, giving the back of it a soft kiss before letting you go. You grinned back at her as you started in opposite directions, your hand still tingling from your girlfriend's soft imprint.

You were both so blissfully unaware of your surroundings you forgot to make a quick check of anyone near by. Neither of you were aware of the eager eyes following both your steps, nor the digital lens that followed with them. However that was something that became very much apparent the next day. The eyes that landed on you as you ventured down the school corridors weren't subtle. They weren't kind either.

You felt like there was a spot light on you everywhere you went and it went on for a while. Some people would look away once you glanced anxiously in their direction while others stared back with a distasteful and all together brutal glare. It was clear that everyone knew something you didn't, something that soon brought your mind to Carol. Where was she?

That was a question you had to wait a while to be answered. Your girlfriend wasn't in any of the few classes you had together, something that wasn't completely unheard of for her but was especially anxiety inducing on that day. It was during lunch break that you finally saw her. You were thrilled and filled with relief when you saw the blonde hair and blue jacketed figure making its way towards you where you sat under a tree on the far edge of the field. However as she got closer and you were able to distinguish the infuriated look upon her face, all the relief drained away. You had seen her angry before. She had been known to have a short fuse and with a team that wasn't the brightest and some games not going the way she would have wanted, you knew what angry Carol entailed. But what you saw that day was something new.

"What the fuck?!" She yelled and you stumbled back a couple of steps in shock.

"W-what?" You fumbled when you realized Carol's new found fury was directed at you.

"What did you do?" She demanded as she advanced to being a short step away from you. Suddenly, having Carol so close didn't hold the comfort it usually did.

"I don't know. I don't know what's going on! Everything was fine until..." you trailed off when the Captain turned her attention to her phone. You glanced between her and the screen, not understanding why she suddenly didn't want to pay you any attention. However, when she showed you her screen your heart dropped. Any other couple wouldn't have minded the picture. They may even have loved it. You and Carol couldn't take a moment to admire the moment that was captured, because you both knew what it meant. You were so close together in the photo, arms tightly around each other as you shared a kiss. You were unbreakable. Were...

"Who... how did they..." You barely managed to speak, feeling far too numb.

"You tell me, y/n." Carol crossed her arms defensively and continued to glare right into your eyes. You thought that hurt more than anything else that had happened that day and honestly ever.

"I didn't do this." You whispered, too shocked to fully comprehend what your girlfriend was accusing you of.

"You wanna rethink that answer? Because this secret has always bothered you a lot more than it has for me." What? You felt sick at hearing her words. You had spent the whole relationship thinking, fooling yourself into believing that it was both sided. How much did she care?

"There was a time you wouldn't fucking shut up about it for two seconds and no matter how many times I explained to you why we couldn't go running around holding hands like goddamn kinder-gardeners you still couldn't get it through your skull that is was the smart decision. Do you not like what's happening today, y/n? Does it upset you?" She gritted in a sickeningly mocking tone that you had never heard before. It was just plain cruel. "Well buckle the fuck up because it's going to get a hell of a lot worse, especially for me. You'll be happy though, won't you? This is what you wanted." Carol finished, chest heaving and eyes ablaze. That was all you could really make it through your teary eyes.

"No this isn't what I wanted." You started to sob as you reached out for Carol's hand but she smacked it away hard. You recoiled in alarm and tried again. "Please Carol, I would never do this. I just wanted what you did." Carol scoffed at your pathetic attempt at explaining yourself, far from believing you in your hysteric state.

"Fuck off." She spat as she gave you one final glare and turned sharply on her heels to leave you were stood. Alone.

"Carol, please!" You begged but the blonde had had enough.

"Stay away from me." She shouted back and you stopped in your tracks, only able to watch her leave.

"No." You whimpered in defeat and dropped to your knees, breaking down in tears as you felt like your world was crumbling around you and there was nothing you could do to fix it. There wasn't even anyone who could help you through it anymore.

*

Carol was right. Things did get a lot worse after that, in a lot of different ways. Your heartbreak was the worse thing. You spent every moment you weren't in school curled up in bed, soaking your sheets and pillows with tears, scolding yourself for everything that had gone wrong. You knew, deep down, that it wasn't you fault, that it was Carol who was entirely in the wrong but you found it impossible to hate her. It would have been so much easier if you had been able to. It might have hurt less.

School was a much worse place to be. You saw Carol every day but a word was never passed between you. Anytime you caught her eye she looked away quicker than you could read her so it was hard to tell if she still hated you. All you knew was you weren't her favourite person. That was one thing, but the bullying was something else. It was relentless, ranging from everything between graffitied slurs on your locker to being shoved into them. Your grades dropped and your mental health declined with it.

"Move, fag." You gave a low 'oof' as you were tripped into the railings along the stairs. You held your stomach and winced at the instant throbbing pain there. You avoided the eyes you knew were on you but when you risked a glance up you saw the blonde you weren't sure if you were avoiding or not. You held her gaze longer than you had since she had broken your heart, your breath catching in your throat when you saw the undeniable pity written across her face. In that moment you found yourself wanting to go up to her. What you would do or say you weren't sure of, maybe it would have come to you got there.

You took a bold step forwards until you were cut off by a junior who gave you the first friendly smile you had seen in a while. You didn't trust it at all, like it was a mask worn by the devil himself to trick you. "Hey." He greeted. You opened your mouth to speak but you had no clue of what to say. "I just wanted to say I thinks it's pretty cool what you did." He said simply.

"What I did?" You asked slowly and he nodded back with the same smile.

"The picture." He clarified. You clenched your jaw and peered over at the blonde who was still watching you cautiously. "I know it wasn't you choice to have it taken or anything." He rushed when he noticed your defensive stance. "And I can't imagine what you're going through right now." He added with a sympathetic look. "But seeing you guys together in a town that isn't exactly the best place for it has given a lot of us a some hope. Most of the world is becoming more acceptant, it's only a matter of time before things change here too, even if you're not here when it does." He shrugged before getting distracted by someone in the corridor. "Plus you guys are a cute couple." Ouch. He smiled at you and waved at his friend as he made to leave.

"I gotta go but I hope I see you around." You nodded slightly as you pondered his words. You glanced at Carol and was surprised to still see her standing by her locker, it felt like some strange stand off and you wondered if she had heard what the junior had said to you. She wasn't that far away by the corridor was beginning to get crowded and loud.

You made to walk towards Carol but the second you did she took off like a startled deer. You sighed as you watched her go. Maybe it was for the best that you stay out of each other's way after all. Despite whatever the hell had just happened, the blonde's last words to you played as clear as ever in your head. They still made your heart ache as much as it did the first time around.

Things didn't change between you and Carol after that. It was hard, near impossible on some days, but you started to try and get over her. You didn't want to forget and you certainly didn't want to regret it because until the end, your relationship with Carol was the best thing that ever happened to you. Knowing that made it so much harder to move on. Not to mention a large part of you didn't even want to. You loved Carol. Making yourself fall out of love with her was just as difficult as when you had tried to stop yourself falling in love her nearly a year prior.

Given the absence of progress between you and the Captain, you honestly thought you were hallucinating when she called your name one day after school. You spun around in every direction to find her, something that wasn't that hard when she came jogging towards you. "Can we go somewhere more private?" She asked as she glanced at the onlookers. You nodded quickly, your mouth and throat feeling far too dry for you to even attempt to speak.

You walked in an extremely awkward silence towards the field. You were waiting for Carol to speak first and you were hoping she wasn't thinking that you would do the same thing given she had approached you. Unless she had done it on a whim, you really hoped not. It was only when you were alone that she piped up.

"I'm sorry." She blurted out. You glanced at her in surprise, an apology was the last thing you were expecting. "I'm so so sorry. I was so stupid- beyond stupid. What I did was something I promised I never would and I hate myself every moment for it." You stared at the blonde blankly as she continued to ramble away. You had never seen her so frantic and you were so taken off guard by it you didn't have a chance to notice the irony of what was happening and how drastically the roles had been reversed.

"I was just so scared and that's not an excuse I'm just trying to explain." She paused to peer at you properly, waiting to see if you really understood that. You gave her another weak nod. "I didn't know what to do. It felt like I couldn't trust anyone and I got defensive to try and protect myself. I didn't mean any of it. Anything. Especially about not finding the secret hard." That was something you had been longing to hear but once you did you couldn't bring it in yourself to believe her. "There were days I had to stop myself screaming in the corridors or in the cafeteria that I was in love with you. It was even harder not being able to hug or kiss you whenever I wanted to." You listened on intently.

"I just wanted what was best for you and I didn't know what that was." She admitted. You had the sudden strong urge to reach out and hug Carol, but you also wanted to walk away. You didn't get much chance to consider your options because a group of Carol's old friends came sauntering around the corner, eyes lighting up at the sight of you and the Captain.

"Don't stop on our account." One of them snickered.

"If you're gonna dyke out you might as well make a show out of it." Another added. Your skin crawled in discomfort and Carol noticed instantly.

"Fuck off." She spat but the group ignored her.

"You know you probably just haven't had the right dick." The first one said as he eyed you up and down. You backed up and found yourself moving closer to Carol. "I'm sure I could make you straight again." He mused sickeningly and made to grab your wrist but the blonde stepped in front of you.

"I said fuck off. No one wants your two inches, Walker." She challenged and got an instant reaction. He went to swing at Carol but she swiftly kneed him in the groin before he got the chance, barely able to stop herself smirking when he doubled over with a groan. The blonde turned to you and jumped forwards when she saw one of the other boys go to grab you.

"You get the fuck away from her." Acting on pure instinct and adrenaline, Carol swung her fist forwards and caught the jock in the jaw with a crunch. The other boys looked between the two injured and Carol, quickly making their call in grabbing their friends to leave.

Carol turned to you swiftly with worry and concern on every inch of her face. "Are you alright?" She asked as her eyes scanned you for any signs of injury. You gave a shaky yes, avoiding Carol's gaze. "Fuck, this is the kind of thing I was always afraid of, above everything else." She said as she ran a hand through her hair. You caught sight of her red fist and without any thought, took ahold of her hand gently. You ran your fingers over the redness softly, not realizing you were crying until a tear dropped down onto Carol's hand. At the sight of it you broke down crying more.

"Oh ba- y/n." The blonde sighed, heart breaking in smaller pieces at the sight of you. It hurt even more to see when she wasn't sure if she could hug you or not. Luckily for her she didn't have to feel useless for long because you reached out for her and clung onto her jacket as you buried your face into her chest, crying harder. "I've got you. It's okay, they're gone." She cooed. "I'll never let anyone hurt you again." You knew she was thinking of herself more than the boys when she said that.

You stood like that for a while, crying against Carol as she rubbed your back and continued to whisper reassurances to you. "Promise." You hiccuped between sniffles.

"I promise." She said instantly. You slowly pulled away to read Carol properly, watching closely for any tell of a lie and finding none. "Could you give me another chance?" The blonde asked, barely above a whisper as she feared your response. She would respect it entirely if you said no, but she really hoped you wouldn't. "There won't be anymore secrets and I'll never be a dick to you ever again."

"I'm scared." You admitted and Carol nodded tightly as she fought back tears herself.

"Me too." She admitted. "We don't have to stay here." You lifted your head up to look at Carol clearly and she continued. "We could leave, go where ever we want. There's only a couple months left of this shithole."

"A couple months." You repeated. Carol nodded encouragingly, desperate to find a bright side and winning point.

"Could you do a couple more months here?" She asked carefully and you nodded after a few seconds.

"Lets do it." You said with a sharp intake of breath.

"Fuck, really?" She laughed lightly and you found yourself doing the same.

"Yeah." You smiled. "I can't stop loving you and I don't want to." Tears started to fall down Carol's cheeks. You cupped her face gently and wiped the tears away with your thumbs. The blonde's own hands held yours as she smiled down at you.

"I love you too." With a sudden, unexpected, burst of confidence, you leaned forwards and kissed Carol longingly. She deepened the kiss instantly and wrapped her arms around your waist to keep you as close as possible, like she never wanted to let you go again.

"Everything's gonna work out." She whispered once she pulled away to rest your foreheads together.

"Of course it is." You smiled softly. "You'll be with me."

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roller skating // jd x female!reader

jd takes you roller skating for the first time. one thing leads to another and you end up falling into the arms of someone who isn't jd. 

word count: 2,400 

tw: language, violence

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Note: Second story up! Whoop, whoop! Hoping to get my third story up in a few days. Fingers crossed! -Ellie

This was the last thing you wanted to spend your Friday night doing.

“JD, I’m a brainiac. What comes with being a brainiac is that I get exempt from all physical activities for the safety of myself and others.” You said with no trace of humor. You briefly wondered if you somehow became JD’s next victim. Was he trying to kill you in the most painful and humiliating way possible?

Your words held no further resolve for him as he started his bike. It roared to life from under him before calming down into a gentle purr. “Not today, darling. I’m taking you roller skating and that’s that. It’ll be fun.”

‘Fun for you,’ you thought bitterly.

You gestured for JD to scoot back on the seat of his bike. He sighed, obliging. He shifted his weight, keeping the bike steady all the while. You slung one leg over, straddling his motorcycle backwards to face him.

With a sigh of your own, you place a hand on his thigh – too close to a certain place to be considered friendly. “You know,” you began slowly. You didn’t look at him as your hand inched upward slowly, purposefully. “There is a physical activity that I’m not exempt from… and my house is closer to your house than the roller-skating rink.”

He chuckled and with that, you knew that you weren’t going to get your way.

“You act like we can’t do both. My stamina is pretty high so I’m sure I can do both easy. Are you saying you wouldn’t be able to keep up?”

His challenge snapped your head up to glare at him. God, did he know you and it was really starting to piss you off.

“You know that isn’t true.” You bit back, pulling your hand off of him to cross your arms in indignation.

He shrugged in return, that damn cocky smirk plastered on his face. How could he be so attractive and so annoying at the same time.

“Prove it.”

With those two words, you switched positions, straddling the motorcycle properly from behind him. You wrapped your arms around his waist, a little tighter than necessary. If you could make him suffer just a bit for what he was going to put you through, it was worth it.

All you got was another laugh from him before you two were off.

***

The first thing you saw was bright neon pink lights that spelled out in capital letters: FATE IN SKATE.

God, who came up with that name.

As JD pulled up into the parking lot, you watched as people your age filtered in and out of the joint. You smelled a faint scent of pizza along with the overwhelming stench of cigarettes and a variety mix of perfume and cologne from the array of couples that were stuck in their own little world.

You rested your head against JD’s back, away from the sight of the building and its inhabitants. JD parked a little ways away, the noise of people and the top hits of today all but a murmur. You took a deep breath of the cool night air, preparing yourself for the stuffy atmosphere you’ll be subjecting yourself for a couple hours for the sake of your own damn pride. 

JD turned off his bike and continued to sit there with you in silence. He didn’t move to face you as you did earlier until you lifted your head off his back and released him from your grip.

He reached up to tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear. His hand moved to cup the side of your face, his thumb up and rubbing against your cheek affectionately, comfortingly.

“I know that this isn’t an idea situation for you, but I just thought we can cross it off our bucket list, you know? Just do shit we haven’t done before together. All I’m asking is a few rounds around the rink.” He said, voice low as if you would run away if he were too loud.

You leaned forward, placing your forehead against his chest. “Just a few rounds,” you agreed begrudgingly. The earlier thought came to mind now as you continued, asking, “Are you sure you love me? It really seems like you’re trying to kill me in the most painful and humiliating way possible.” You echoed your previous inner sentiments.

You felt him shaking his head. “You are the only person I don’t want to kill, darling. The world could do with just about anyone else but you’re the exception.”

“You’re biased.”

“No, I’m right.”

It was your turn to shake your head now. You were sure he could sense you rolling your eyes at him. He pulled back, making you lift your head to meet his gaze.

“I’ll be right by your side,” he reassured. “I won’t let you fall. You already fell pretty damn hard for me, any other falls from this point on would be fatal.”

You smacked his shoulder, making him laugh. “Tell me it’s not true then.” He challenged, though this was a challenge you weren’t going to take on.

“Come on before someone yells at us to get a room.”

***

You weren’t going to admit it out loud, but it wasn’t as bad as you thought it would be. Sure you felt like a child compared to the other people your age skating by you with ease but with someone like JD by your side, no one gave you any trouble about it.

This was one of the few times that you’ve ever seen him so patient. He’s had experience skating before. While you two were putting on your rental skates, he offered as many tips as he could before telling you that the best way to learn is to do. He never laughed at you once as you shakily made your way around the rink the first time, clinging to the wall for dear life. It got easier with every pass and soon you weren’t clinging to the wall… just cautiously closer to it than the other skaters. The entire time you were skating, he was right where you needed him to be. He watched, knowing when you’d lose your balance as you dipped to left, right, front, or back. He was always there to steady you every time.

It didn’t take long for you to finally get a hang of it. You finally were able to take in the music and the colorful lights that danced on the floor of the rink instead of your pounding heart and the sight of your skates to make sure they did not move from underneath you.

You and JD now skated steadily and slowly around, making conversation, and enjoying each other’s company in this new territory.

“I think you might actually be having fun.” He said, watching as you took the lead for the next round.

You let yourself slow down to be in line with him again, flashing him a playful smile. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m having an awful time. Can’t you tell?”

He rolled his eyes, slinking an arm around your waist. “Now that you’re such a pro roller skater, how about I go get us some slushies, yeah?”

“That’s sounds great.”

He kissed the side of your head, making sure you were steady before releasing you. “I won’t be long. Stay closer to the wall for me, yeah? I don’t need to come back to you flat on your ass.”

You saluted him, watching him skate off to the exit of the rink.

You slowed down now as you made your way closer and closer to the wall. You let your fingers brush the cool, hard plastic as reassurance that it was there until JD returned.

During the course of your skating, you didn’t realize that one of your shoelaces were slowly coming undone. Not until-

“Shit!” You swore as you felt your shoelace get caught in one of the wheels of your skates.

You were falling forward, your arm reached out to try and grab the wall that was a hair too far from you. You were going to eat shit and it was going to hurt like a motherfu-

“Hey, watch out!”

Your fall was cut short by the arms of someone that was certainly not your boyfriend. They were burly, hairy, and wrapped too closely around you. You steadied yourself before standing upright to meet the owner of the arms.

You knew him. Though, you didn’t know his name. He was from school, a loud football player who you swore was attached to his letterman jacket. You never saw him without it, not even now.

“Uh, thanks for that.” You said, waiting for him to drop his arms around.

He didn’t.

Your shoelace was still stuck in the wheel of your skate making it hard for you to try and skate around him or even precariously skate back.

“It’s no problem. I don’t mind catching pretty girls when they fall for me.”

Gross.

You laughed, uncomfortably and tried to make a show of putting space between the two of you but either he fit the dumb jock stereotype, or he didn’t care.

“I think I’m just going to wait for my boyfriend to come back. He went to go get me a slushie and should be back any minute now.”

The boyfriend card was pulled now you could-

“Your boyfriend ditched you? Man, what a jerk. You could have really gotten hurt if I wasn’t here… good thing I was, huh? Almost like fate.”

For fuck’s sake. Where was JD?

You looked around, hoping to spot that familiar mop of black hair when-

“Excuse me. I think you have something that belongs to me.”

The jock turned around, giving you a full view of JD. He wasn’t happy despite the friendly smile he shot at the jock. You could see how his hands curled too tightly around the slushies. You reached to grab them out of his hand before he crushed them, spewing slushie all over the rink.

“Babe, come on. I need your help getting my skates unstuck.” You didn’t use pet names with JD often. JD was already a nickname you gave him, but you felt that for the sake of not your relationship but the jock’s life that you calm JD down as subtly as possible.

“This is your boyfriend?” The jock laughed, unimpressed.

Well, you tried. You would have said it was nice knowing him but-

“Yeah. I’m her boyfriend. Got a problem with that?”

Rhetorical question.

“Yeah, as a matter of fact I do. She deserves better.”

What an idiot.

JD laughed and it wasn’t out of humor. It was out of incredulousness. A laugh that said, “Oh, you really don’t know who you’re messing with, do you?”

You stayed quiet, knowing that at this point, JD was going to do what he wanted until his point came across. That you were his and that he was is not someone you want to cross.

He looked at you then, a plan formed in his head. He glanced around the room once before his eyes landed on something to your right – a fire alarm along the only actual wall along the rink. He stared at it for moment, met your gaze, and then looked back at the jock in front of him.

You didn’t like where this was going.

“What’s so funny, huh, fucker?”

“Nothing, nothing at all.”

“Oh, really, then why you laughing, huh?”

“Because I find your face fucking hilarious.”

JD was stalling, knowing that you would follow his plan. You always did. You crouched down, tugging on your shoelace before it snapped, freeing your wheel once more. In a swift movement, you pushed yourself from you stood. You couldn’t lose control, you had to get this right… while looking like you lost control.

You glanced back at JD as you sent yourself hurling towards the fire alarm knowing that once you hit it, it would be chaos.

“You know,” JD said loud enough that you heard him across the rink. “You just keep shooting yourself in the foot.”

BEEP. BEEP. B A N G. BEEP. BEEP.

No one heard the jock scream as he fell over in pain. It was muffled by the blaring alarm and the chorus of panicked screams. You could see a small pool of blood form under his foot. JD always had a thing for theatrics.

He re-concealed his gun, skating towards you. You were covered in cherry slushie, cold and sticky, but the job was done. No one saw a thing, too distracted by the alarm going off.

“Come on, let’s go.” JD took your arm and led you out of the rink. Everyone was filing out with their skates still on, but JD hung back. He jumped over the front counter, grabbing both of your shoes.

“We’re going out back. We’ll wait until people start leaving before we make our exit, got it?” With your hand in his, he booked it towards the back, not wanting to be caught by any lingering employees. Once you two were out in the cool night air yet again, you let yourself breathe.

“God damn it, JD. Did you really have to shoot the guy?”

“I saw the way he was holding you and the way he was talking to you. Do you think a guy like him would learn from me just telling him off? No. He needed more reason to not fuck with what belongs to someone else.” While the anger lingered, you can feel his sense of superiority creeping up.

You laid back against the brick wall of the building, quiet.

He turned to you, placing each hand on either side of your head, leaning over you – obstructing your view from anything else but him.

“Are you mad at me?” He asked playfully, eyes bright with the ‘fun’ that he just had. 

No. You weren’t mad at him. You couldn’t be mad at him. No matter what stupid, reckless shit he did.

“I just wish you’d stop toeing the line of getting yourself thrown into jail. You know that I’m yours. I know that I’m yours. Isn’t that enough?”

“Our love is god, darling. Everyone must know of it and bow down to it.”

There was no talking him down from his high now. 

You sighed deeply, looking up at him – the boy you loved, the boy you lived for, the boy you’d die for.

“Our love is god.” You repeated back to him, telling him exactly what he wanted to hear.

“Now, how about we go get slushies that we’ll actually drink, yeah?”

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C, F, and H!

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C: What character do you identify with most?

I identify with 3 main characters in Glee for different reasons. Kurt is the biggest one, i think. I've related to him since i first watched the show in Feb 2011, practically since i first saw him on TV, singing I wanna hold your hand and just continued to even more as we got to know him better. it was the bullying and how he felt like an outcast, how he dreamed to leave McKinley and start afresh. It was how even after he found a group of friends he was still the one on the outside, still not quite fitting into the group cohesively. I don't think i have all of his courage, but i like to think i have some of it, and as a teen I wished for my own Blaine to help me find that courage (one reason why i was such a klainer in my youth tbh) Then there's Sam, who is a neurodivergent himbo nerd. The only thing i'm kinda not, in that equation, is a himbo. I relate to his nerdiness and his lack of social skill, to his kindness and want to have everyone and everything be fair and equal. Also his craftiness/love of art/ability to play guitar. I'm an introverted, unathletic Sam... with anxiety. And finally there's Marley. Who just smiles through her pain, doesn't want to bother anyone with her own problems but helps others with theirs even if they don't always deserve it. I was a lot like that, I'm still like that, but I no longer trust like Marley does, I've been burned to often by Kitty's of my own for that. I see my teen self in Marley, and I wish I had her song writing abilities, or her drive. I'd say I'm a mix of these three characters most of all, which is definitely why they're my favorites in the show, and why I love writing Sam and Kurt so much!!

H: How would you describe your style?

Dude I have no idea 😂. I like writing in third person limited, switching up the way description is written based on the character POV I'm writing from. I enjoy getting into the head of characters, trying to find their voice (my fave POV to write from, so far, is actually Karofsky's! he's fun to figure out) It seems to depend on the mood i am when i start a fic if it's dialogue heavy or description heavy, but dialogue is usually easiest to me but also description is really fun sometimes... i guess it depends on the fic!

F: Share a snippet from one of your favourite dialogue scenes you've written and explain why you're proud of it.

hmm, this one'll be a bit long so i'll shove it under a readmore I think.

this was the first thing that came to mind when I read this question and is from the Prom Queen chapter (Chapter 39) of One More New Direction (my OC centric fic (which has been updated up to Chp31 so far on AO3))

“It was meant to have stopped.” He whispered, sounding shocked, “The teasing stopped, the slushies stopped. I thought… I thought with Dave on our side…” He shook his head, his voice going bitter with a scoff, “I thought because no-one was beating me up, no one was throwing me in dumpsters or shouting slurs, that we had made progress at this school. I guess I was wrong.” “No.” Sam said, “You’re not wrong, Kurt. You’ve made so much progress at this school, I mean, I don’t know exactly what’s going on with Dave, but he was the biggest culprit of all of that, right? He and the Jocks, and even Puck and Finn before last year? But look at him, and Puck and Finn, now. You’ve made so much progress at this school, Kurt, so much.” “Obviously not enough.” Kurt scoffed, “Because all of them, in there, they wrote my name on those ballots. It’s still the same, it’s just moved behind my back instead of to my face. All that hate, that prejudice, they were just too scared to say it out loud.” Kurt let out a sob, hand going to his mouth. “I’m just a joke to them.” “You’re not a joke, Kurt.” Erin told him, “You’re not. You’re my best friend-” “Our best friend.” Sam interjected, and Erin lifted her eyes from Kurt to him. He was worrying his lips, and she could feel the nerves radiating off of him. It looked like he was trying to psych himself up to do something. Something big. “-and we love you, okay?” She continued, looking away from Sam. “You’re amazing and worth a thousand times more than anyone in that room. You’re talented, and kind, and smart, and funny. And you are so strong.”

“I’m tired of being strong.” Kurt sighed, “I’m tired of acting like it isn’t lonely being the only out person at this school, like it isn’t draining to be the only representation some of those people have.” “You shouldn’t have to be.” Sam said softly. “You shouldn’t have to be the only representation people have.” “Yeah, well,” Kurt scoffed out a humorless laugh, “I’m not sure Santana’s all that eager to come out.” “I wasn’t talking about Santana.” Sam breathed, and Erin looked up at him to see determination on every inch of his face. She smiled at him, and he smiled back with a nod. “Brittany coming out wouldn’t really shock anyone.” Kurt shook his head, and Sam huffed out a laugh, shaking his head. “Dude, I’m talking about me.” He said, as if he wasn’t saying something big, as if the confession wasn’t huge. “And you really shouldn’t assume things about Santana and Brittany unless they actually tell you.”

I'm not entirely sure why this came to me first, but I feel like i really got Sam and Kurt in this scene, like it feels like them to me and I'm proud of that, i guess. I like how it flows too. I guess that's all i want in dialogue, and I think I'm good at that a majority of the time. I always want to make it sound like the characters, make it flow like a real conversation. there are some characters I just can't seem to get right and that is why i avoid them (Santana is definitely one, Tina was but I think i'm getting her a bit more? Quinn too) But I feel confident writing Sam and Kurt (and my oc Erin too, obviously), because, as previously stated, I relate to them, I can get into their heads, I can imagine being in their position. I really enjoy writing dialogue, and I really enjoyed writing this - in fact i always enjoy re-writing the Prom Queen scene idk why exactly.

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okay, okay but hear me out!

Hiccanna, Moanida and Jackunzel (and maybe someone else if u want) going on a holiday trip together (it could be sea or lake or just swimming pool).

And that three couples playing "chicken fight game"~ When u have to sit on partner shoulder or ridding piggy-back and knock down or separate the other couple!

sksksks just imagine the fun and the chaos!! hahaha

Okay SO I recently watched Palm Springs so I’m just imagining The Gang going to like…a fancy pool resort in like Arizona??? SURE LET’S GO WITH THAT

I’m imagining the only resort the gang could afford to stay at is someplace out in the middle of Arizona or something

It takes a LOT of persuading to get Jack to go, because he haaaaates deserts. Rapunzel basically has to beg. Moana finally managed to bribe him with really good homemade ice slushies. (She’s used to making smoothies for Merida, so how hard can slushies be??? Just throw in some ice!)

Rapunzel offers to help Moana with the slushies, since she gave Jack SO many puppy dog eyes to get him to come. Since they’ve got two people working on them, they’re REALLY good slushies. Jack approves.

Anna also tries to convince Elsa to go, but the perpetually-single Elsa is just like “Um, deserts? Sunburns? Being indefinitely stuck with gross couples doing gross couple stuff?!? Yeah no thank you”

Hiccup tries to wake everyone up at like 6 am to go hiking because "that's when the desert iguanas are out guys!!! C'mon, we have to go!!!" Anna is only persuaded to go after Hiccup makes her coffee--she really wants to make her bf happy, but also mornings can suck her dick. Rapunzel is more than happy to go, because she loves mornings anyways!!! And oh my god, IGUANAS!!! Jack, Merida, and Moana are like "oh FUCK no" and put the pillow back over their head, shoo Hiccup away, and go back to sleep.

On their hike, Hiccup just goes "!!!!!!!" about every reptile he sees. Snake, lizard, horny toad, literally anything with scales will send the boy into an excited frenzy. Rapunzel has similar reactions. Anna could not love both of them more.

At one point, they stumble across a gila monster sunbathing, and Rapunzel is overtaken with the unwavering desire to adopt him. She gets Hiccup on board, and he tries to lure the lizard over with a dusty piece of a snake carcass he found (Anna tried to tell him he really shouldn't touch that, but he was not to be swayed and Anna ended up figuring he could just wash his hands really well when they got back). Anna finds herself in the unusual position of having to be the Voice of Reason, having to be like “hey uh I think this might be illegal and stuff??? Also aren't they poisonous???”

(I know what you're thinking. Bold of you to assume Anna knows the difference between poisonous and venomous.)

Rapunzel literally CANNOT stop gushing to Jack about all the wildlife she saw when she gets back! Jackrabbits! Kangaroo rats! Roadrunners! Peccaries! Centipedes! Jack has only mild to moderate interest in desert ecology, but loves hearing his gf gush so he listens attentively anyways. 

Anna and Rapunzel definitely hit up the gift shops in the resort town at some point, and go ABSOLUTELY BATSHIT HOGWILD buying gifts for everyone. They probably max out their credit cards. It's embarrassing, really. But Anna gets Hiccup an absolute shitton of those little wall lizard things and he nearly cries tears of joy when he sees them, so it's all worth it, really.

Moana will not leave the pool like. The entire time. The girl is just obsessed with being in the water, honestly. She gets restless, though, and can't just stand in the pool and vibe--she needs to constantly be moving and swimming around or she'll explode. Merida is more than happy to indulge her by hanging out in the poor with her, but Merida is also constantly challenging her to swim races--a very dumb idea, considering Moana is on the high school swim team and water polo team. Merida, naturally, is an extremely sore loser and is not above excessive pouting, splashing, yelling in angry Scottish, and dunking her girlfriend in revenge. It's at least entertaining for all of their friends to watch.

Jack keeps fucking taking huge buckets of ice from the ice machine and dumping them in the pool. At first he only does this because he keeps griping about the pool not being cold enough (this boy will accept nothing less than sitting in the goddamn arctic ocean), but after her figures out that it pisses off his friends, he takes to pouring said ice directly over their heads. Merida has threatened to murder him several times for this.

Hiccup and Anna's main pool activity is just lazing around on their pool floaties (Anna has a duck one, Hicccup has a dragon one because obviously), sipping cocktails, and just generally vibing. Through some ungodly mixture of pure charisma and a fake ID that Rapunzel helped photoshop, Jack manages to talk his way into getting the whole group access to alcohol. Hiccup is a sangria or Moscow Mule kinda guy while Anna usually gets a Pina Colada or a Sex on the Beach (she's aspec, so she literally will not stop joking about the irony of this). Merida makes a game out of attempting to tip over their floaties and dunk them. Jack, chaos gremlin that he is, puts aside his usual rivalry with Merida to join in. They have a surprisingly strong dunking alliance.

Hiccup and Anna try to form a syndicate of their own, and try to lounge on the same floatie so that they can protect each other while fighting off Jack and Merida together. Unfortunately neither of their floaties were made to hold 2 peoples' weight, so the one they're on ends up tipping over, spilling their cocktails everywhere and dunking them anyways. Jack and Merida consider this a Win By Default.

Moana of course loops everyone into playing water polo at some point. Unfortunately some idiot decided it would be a good idea to let Merida of all people pick the teams, which means of course that they are incredibly rigged. It's Moana, Merida and Anna vs. Jack, Rapunzel, and Hiccup, so basically The Jocks vs. The Nerds (although admittedly Anna is more of a softcore jock--she's nowhere near on Moana or Merida's level, but she's still more naturally athletic than Hiccup, Rapunzel, or Jack). Naturally, Jock Team absolutely whoops Nerd Team's ass. Jack gets salty and demands a rematch. ...Jock Team kicks Nerd Team's ass again.

Throughout all of this, no one thinks to just...rearrange the teams a little. Merida was counting on this. All according to plan.

In the titular chicken game (yes, I remembered, don't worry!), it's Merida on Moana's shoulders (Moana swims and has a lot of upper body strength, what can I say?), Hiccup on Anna's shoulders (I mean...Hiccup's a twig, and Anna HAS to have a fair amount of upper body strength from throwing busts around and punching men off boats and such), and Punz on Jack's shoulders (Jack's pretty lithe and good at keeping his balance while jumping around, so he's their best candidate for not just falling over).

Jack and Rapunzel actually manage to stay in the game longer than anyone expects--their primary strategy is “be good at dodging and staying out of the way while Merida and Hiccup duke it out.” And it works! As limber as Hiccup is, Anna's not nearly as coordinated as Jack and is no match for Moana's sturdy footing. Also, neither Anna nor Hiccup are prepared for how goddamn ruthless and determined to win Merida is. Even though they really, really should have been. I mean...have you met Merida???

When it comes down to Merida-Moana and Rapunzel-Jack, Mer feels a little bad for having to go up against Pure Sweet Punzie. Unfortunately, Rapunzel turns out to be a very hardcore fighter when she puts her mind to it, and Merida is much more evenly matched than she initially thought and realizes she must use her Full Power. It definitely helps her snap out of Going Soft when Jack starts brutally roasting Merida in particular (as per usual). Merida gets a rage-fueled Second Wave, and finally manages to knock Rapunzel over in one foul swoop. Merida and Moana are victorious!

Moana and Merida basically always shower together after a day at the pool. They claim it's because they both know how to handle curly hair in chlorine, and just like to wash each other's hair, but the rest of the gang is pretty sure that's not all that's going on in there.

One day, Anna hits up the resort town alone to buy some kind of secret gifts for her friends with what little money she has left (this girl seriously has no chill when it comes to buying presents).  She goes past this huge, fancy ice cream shop and she's like “!!!! OMG!!! I'm gonna surprise all my buddies with pints of their faves!!!” She just gets super hyped and buys everyone ice cream, getting so caught up in the thrill of it that she forgets that she'll have to like. Drive all this back all the way back to the resort in the rental car. In like. You know. 110+ degree weather.

By the time she gets back to the resort, the ice cream is, of course, goop. Poor Anna, feeling incredibly dumb and like an utter failure of a friend, just kind of bursts into tears. Like damn. This is too much. She was gonna make all her pals so happy, and all for naught! Jack just kinda shrugs and throws all the melted ice cream cartons in the freezer anyways. Once they're (partially) re-frozen, Rapunzel and Moana make slushies with them. They actually come out pretty decent. Anna is substantially cheered up.

Moana prepares some tropical fruit platters for everyone to snack on. Rapunzel tries to “improve” them by adding chocolate sauce and nutella to half of them. Sometimes it works (I mean...bananas and strawberries with chocolate and/or nutella is pretty solid). Other times it just tastes...very weird. Merida gest frustrated and yells at Rapunzel for “ruining all of her girlfriend's good mangoes.”

Jack just thinks this whole thing is so funny, and decides to swap the chocolate sauce with barbecue sauce to cause further chaos. Absolute mayhem ensures. Everyone has a bad time. Except for Anna, who apparently is just a freak who enjoys eating pineapple slices dipped in barbecue sauce.

At some point, Merida gets really drunk on appletinis or some shit and signs the entire group up for a local archery competition. Much to everyone's chagrin, it's no refunds. Naturally, basically everyone sans Merida does terrible. Rapunzel and Hiccup very nearly shoot themselves, while Jack and Anna come very close to  accidentally shooting a group of referees (although Jack might have done this on purpose). Moana gets the farthest, if only because Merida's taught her how to shoot a bow at some point. Merida actually ends up winning--although unfortunately, the prize is $20 and a very cheap plastic trophy (which Merida STILL manages to find a way to break before the trip is even over).

The rest of the group is much more amicable to the concept of going on hikes when said hikes are in the evening. Hiccup and Rapunzel are still excitedly chattering about the local ecosystems the entire time, and Jack and Anna are just kind of looking at their nerdy SOs like “<3 <3 <3″ Moana and Merida, meanwhile, are just kinda vibing in the back, passively listening in and watching the desert sunset.

Rapunzel manages to capture Mer and Mo's interest and gets them to participate more with geology, of all things. Merida just thinks rocks are cool (especially when they can be thrown at people bothering her!), while Moana likes learning about the physical history of places--how water can carve out landscapes, and all that. Hiccup and Jack just kind of exchange a look like “I had no idea that they were into rocks, but...the more you know, I guess???”

Jack makes fun of every reptile they see, mainly to piss Hiccup off. Unfortunately it has the opposite effect, and Hiccup can't help but be entertained--mainly because Jack's insults are so weirdly specific and over-the-top that they loop around to being hilarious. Seriously, he keeps saying shit like “Those are the lamest scales I've ever seen. Absolutely drab, and not nearly shiny enough to prove that nature is beautiful. 0/10.” and “Ohhhh, this fucking rattlesnake think's he's so scary, with his dumb percussion instrument tail!!! I could be more intimidating with a mean look and a large pair of maracas!”

At some point, a bunch of tourists riding donkeys pass them. Anna, Rapunzel, and Merida just absolutely lose their shit fangirling over how cute the donkeys are, thus exposing all three of them as the unabashed Horse Girls they are. Hiccup, Jack, and Moana find this extremely amusing, and definitely aren't above teasing their girlfriends about it. Hiccup asks if next time they take a couples' vacation, the Horse Gang (as Moana insists on nicknaming them) would like to go to a ranch instead.

Anna gets like. Obsessed with palm trees. Like they're just so pretty and exotic and tropical!!! OMG!!! And they definitely don't have them wherever the gang is from in this AU. (Also if griping about Elsa not having "tropical powers" is anything to go by, she DOES canonically like the tropics!) She has to take a picture of like...every palm tree on her phone. And considering the gang is in Arizona, that means Anna is stopping to take a picture like...every 2 minutes. Rapunzel catches onto the fact that Anna likes them, and paints her a picture with some when Punz has the time. Anna definitely cries when she sees it. Hiccup can't do nearly that good, but he does buy her some little plastic figurine ones in a gift shop that she can put in her room. Anna also cries about this. She just cries whenever any of her friends indulge her random fixation on palm trees. Surely she doesn't deserve such niceties!!!

Rapunzel is just. In love with the desert landscape tbh. Like the huge funky cacti!!! The shrubs!!! The desert wildflowers!!! The mesas!!! All of it!!! So of course she needs to pull out her easel and paint it. Jack walks by one day and sees her working on it and, partly just to troll her, he's like “put some snow in it!” As he walks away, Rapunzel just stops like “wait...that'd actually be such a great idea for a surrealist-type fantasy piece!!!” After she finishes the main landscape, she adds an overcoat of little puffs of snow on top of everything, and has some clumps falling off of the cacti. When she shows Jack, he just about cries tears of joy, but frantically tries to hide it. She gives the painting to him as a present at the end of the trip. He hangs that shit front-in-center in his room and cherishes it forever and ever.

At some point, Jack gets the ingenious idea that he's going to prank Merida by catching a tarantula and leaving it in her room. It's one of the harmless ones--Jack fact-checks this by offhandedly asking Hiccup and framing it as a casual interest in local etymology. Still, Merida screams far louder than is at all dignified, and also probably loud enough to wake a neighboring country. Rapunzel later has to physically hold Merida back to keep her from absolutely beating Jack into a pulp. Rapunzel also manages to get the World's Largest Sheet of Cardboard and the World's Largest Cup and somehow manages to get the damn thing back outside.

[kurtstinypurse]

Also: a taunt, with one eyebrow raised and a grin bubbling at your lips

have some skank kurt <3

“ways you said I love you” prompt: as a taunt, with one eyebrow raised and a grin bubbling at your lips

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Kurt Hummel was completely and utterly infuriating, and Blaine had always thought so.

In fact, he couldn’t really remember a time when he didn’t. Kurt had always been around, at least since Blaine’s family moved to Lima when he was nine, and Kurt had been infuriating in every minute since.

At first, it was because Kurt wouldn’t talk to him. 

Blaine walked into his fourth grade class at his new school, fresh-faced and wide-eyed and nervous, knowing he was inserting himself into a classroom of kids that had known each other for years. He wasn’t expecting to make friends, really, or to even be acknowledged, and he wasn’t.

But he saw one boy sitting at his desk in the corner, teeth worrying his bottom lip while he worked out a math problem, quiet, not acknowledged either.

Until Blaine tried.

He just- he looked like someone Blaine wanted to know, and so he walked over, and he introduced himself, and the boy barely looked up.

In fact, he flinched, and his pencil stilled in his hand for a moment, and then he kept writing, as if Blaine weren’t even there.

And though he was dejected, Blaine was also the type that just couldn’t handle not making a friend with someone he wanted to be friends with - and so he kept trying, learning Kurt’s name from their teacher and trying to smile at him every morning.

It didn’t work. 

It never worked.

Kurt stayed quiet, and he stayed away, and Blaine just didn’t understand why.

He had always thought he was pretty friendly, pretty easy to talk to. He was always happy to go along with what his friends wanted to do, and he got excited about a lot of different things, from sports to musicals and Disney.

Blaine had always thought he was a pretty good friend to have.

Apparently Kurt disagreed, and that- that was something that settled uncomfortably inside of Blaine’s chest and stuck with him for years.

It faded, of course, into a dull ache that only showed itself when they passed each other in the hallways or got stuck in the same class. Blaine wasn’t crazy, and he wasn’t a stalker - he quickly learned to stop trying and just leave it, but he always just wondered.

And then, at the start of their junior year, Kurt showed up with a shock of bright pink hair streaking through his bangs and a ring in his eyebrow and eyeliner around his eyes, and he went from quiet to being abrasive, and Blaine started wondering all over again.

He wanted to know what happened to Kurt, if it had been something over the summer, or if maybe the bullying from the jocks and the locker slams and slushies had just gotten to be too much, and maybe he was trying out a form of armor.  

Blaine could understand that - he’d gotten enough of it himself, but that was another thing about it all, too.

Why couldn’t they have just been allies this entire time?

Apparently Kurt just wasn’t interested, would rather toughen up and roughen up and trade in the sense of style Blaine had always admired in favor of leather jackets and torn jeans, making himself effectively untouchable.

Blaine was over it, the idea of winning Kurt over or becoming friends or even making eye contact, but he still wanted to know why.

Of course, Blaine had only just resigned himself to never finding out when the two of them were paired up together for a science project.

It was one of those ones, too, where they’d have to work outside of class, developing a unique experiment of their choosing to prove proper use of the scientific method. They’d have to work together on it for two weeks, and then they’d present it, and the project was a pretty big chunk of their grade.

Blaine had no idea what kind of student Kurt was - he used to keep his head down and do his work, sure, but he was so different now, missing from class as often as he bothered to show up, leaning back in his chair and fidgeting with his eyebrow ring instead of taking notes.

Regardless, they needed to get a good grade. Junior year was the most important year for getting into a good college, and Blaine had plans, music and New York and, primarily, getting out of Ohio, and there was no way he could let Kurt get under his skin and get in the way of-

“Hey, B.”

And there Kurt was, perching himself right on the edge of Blaine’s desk, looking at him with a sort of put-on disinterest that didn’t quite fit the piercing blue of his eyes, the bold pink of his hair. 

Blaine was startled - by a number of things, really, unsure of what to focus on first. It was Kurt’s closeness, Kurt’s acknowledgement at all, and the nickname, sounding strangely foreign and oddly comfortable coming off his tongue all at once.

He blinked, pulling his focus back in, and he looked up at Kurt, forcing a polite smile.

“Um, hi.”

Kurt narrowed his eyes at Blaine, as if suspicious of him, folding his arms over his chest. 

They stayed that way for a long moment, just looking at each other, Blaine wondering what to do, what to say, if he should even bother or just offer to take care of the whole thing on his own. He actually hadn’t expected for Kurt to come over to him or acknowledge him at all, hadn’t had enough time regardless to properly consider the right path to take. 

He felt shaken, startled, far too affected still by the boy who had infuriated him for so many years. 

“Guess you’re stuck with me,” Kurt said finally, reaching up to flick at the ring threaded through his eyebrow. “Sorry about that. Somebody’s gotta do it, though.”

Blaine huffed out a short laugh despite himself, torn between refusing the apology and accepting it. 

From the decent level of chatter in the room, it was obvious that everyone else had already started arranging their plans with their partners, and he knew their teacher was a stickler for setting pairs and keeping them that way, regardless of whether everyone got along or not.

For all intents and purposes, they were stuck together.

But surprisingly, the longer Kurt sat on his desk, kicking his legs out and back without a care in the world, waiting for Blaine to wrap his head around it all, the less Blaine really minded.

“I’m sure we’ll be fine,” he said, and he meant it.

There were several interesting things about Kurt. 

It was like the longer they spent together, the more interesting things Blaine discovered - unexplainable things, mostly. 

Like the way Kurt didn’t argue when Blaine set their project schedule, two afternoons a week at Blaine’s house, where it was quiet. There was the way, too, that Blaine would look up from his notes or his textbook sometimes to find Kurt just looking at him, an entirely unreadable expression on his face. 

And then there was the way that Kurt would laugh at Blaine’s dumb jokes, or he’d just smile at Blaine like he was actually happy to be there, only to catch himself in it and near visibly flinch and close himself off, quiet for the rest of the afternoon. 

It made Blaine feel nervous and insecure and a little flustered and giddy all at once, and he wasn’t sure what to do with the feelings, didn’t know what any of it meant. 

At least, he didn’t know what it meant until he reminded himself that it didn’t mean anything - this was Kurt, after all, who had purposefully ignored him for the better part of their schooling careers. 

They just needed to figure out their project, get it done, present it, and move on - and moving on meant Kurt going back to ignoring him, and Blaine going back to wondering.

And that was fine.

But the most interesting thing of all came around one Friday afternoon, when both of them were tired from their long weeks and less than productive, project more or less at a standstill. They were making decent progress - Blaine was pleasantly surprised with it, actually - and so he wasn’t too concerned about their timeline, wasn’t too worried if the day was more of a waste than anything else.

He was more concerned about the fact that Kurt was still there and seemed to have no interest in leaving.

In fact, Kurt was splayed out on Blaine’s bedroom floor, legs stretched out and head pillow atop his arms as he stared at the ceiling, feet twisting from side to side in a botched sort of rhythm, as content and settled as Blaine had ever seen him.

“I’m bored,” Kurt announced, aiming a heavy puff of a sigh up to fluff up the pink bangs flopping over his forehead. “This is going nowhere. We should play Truth or Dare or something.”

Blaine frowned, pushing himself up from where he was laying on his stomach on his bed to sit cross-legged instead, suddenly feeling far too vulnerable to continue letting himself relax.

Kurt was up to something

He was up to something, and Blaine didn’t know what it was, and he didn’t know what was about to happen, and he didn’t like not knowing.

That had been the problem with Kurt all along, after all - not knowing.

But then Kurt was pulling himself up off of the floor, standing up and running his fingers through his hair and looking so big all of the sudden, looming larger than life right in front of Blaine in his power, in his mystery, and Blaine-

He forgot how to say no.

“I-I guess we can play a couple rounds,” he conceded, nerves swirling low in his belly. He wasn’t sure what Kurt was going to ask, what Kurt was going to make him do, if it would be safer to take a truth or a dare or to just take it back entirely and send Kurt home.

And then Kurt flashed a grin, a glint in his eye as he moved to he leaned back against Blaine’s desk, much like that first day in their classroom, facing him now, and before Blaine could change his mind, Kurt dealt his cards.

“Pick, then,” Kurt said evenly, though the smile still played at the corners of his lips, as if he were holding back. “Truth or dare?”

“Dare,” Blaine said instantly, though he had no idea why, felt like he had no control over the word escaping his lips.

He had no idea why he didn’t think it through for even a moment, why he didn’t accept the option of answering an inevitably embarrassing question instead, but something about Kurt, about all of those interesting things about him that were adding up and the way Kurt was still there even though he didn’t really need to be - 

Something about all of it was making Blaine feel reckless.

And he continued feeling that way, too, even as Kurt’s eyebrows lifted slightly in surprise, even as Kurt watched him carefully as he clearly considered what he might make Blaine do.

Blaine expected something ridiculous like climbing onto the roof or even streaking down the street, or maybe Kurt would make him smoke a cigarette or- or something.

But absolutely, absolutely not this:

“I dare you to kiss me.”

The words sounded foreign to his ears at first.

Kurt was looking at him so neutrally, as if he’d dared Blaine to try licking his elbow, as if it were completely mundane and ordinary and just- something they did.

But it wasn’t.

It completely was not, and it was so out of left field that Blaine felt like he couldn’t breathe, couldn’t move, couldn’t do anything but sputter and say, “N-No. No.”

But Kurt didn’t waver.

Instead, he sat up a little straighter, narrowed his eyes a little further, a challenge in every way.

“Oh, come on, B. Do it. You know you want to.”

And of course, that was the sticking point of it all.

The idea of kissing Kurt - it felt like winning, like finally finding what Blaine had always been searching for, like finally getting an answer to the impossible questions he’d always held, like finally connecting in the way he’d always craved, even if it wasn’t quite the same as when they were children, even if Blaine had never quite understood that yes, this was what he had been searching for.

Kissing him.

Kissing him, knowing him, holding him, understanding him.

But it felt like a trap, not the right way to go about it or any way to go about it, because there wasn’t supposed to be any way, especially not spoken into possibility by the very boy who had avoided him for so long, who had stopped any of it from happening.

It felt like a trap, and it didn’t make sense, and he couldn’t.

“No. I’m not- No,” Blaine stammered, completely flustered and caught off guard and wanting, but he couldn’t. He wouldn’t. He wouldn’t. But why? “Why would-”

“What if I told you I looove you?” Kurt asked tauntingly, sing-song and teasing, his eyebrow quirked and arms folded over his chest. He was biting his lip, too, clearly trying to hold back an equally taunting grin that was threatening to peek through.

Blaine scoffed, ignoring the swirl of warmth and possibility in his stomach and the strike of mixed fear and adrenaline in his heart at the words, shaking his head.

“You don’t.”

It was just a way of getting Blaine to give in, and he knew it - he wasn’t stupid. But it wasn’t going to work. He’d had enough of this, of Kurt being so hot and cold and standoffish and alluring and- and infuriating all the time, and he just wanted to scream with the frustration of it all.

But then Kurt cocked his head a little, and he softened, eyes suddenly looking more like the blue of a clear sky instead of a stormy ocean, smile spreading into something gentler, more real.

Softer than Blaine had ever seen him before.

“I could,” Kurt murmured, so softly that Blaine almost wasn’t sure he’d spoken at all.

But Blaine heard it, and he knew he heard it, and it shook him to his core, making him gape at Kurt first, making anger bubble up in his chest second. 

Making his heart flutter third, but- no.

Kurt didn’t get to do this.

He didn’t get to march into Blaine’s life after years of forcibly avoiding it. He didn’t get to sweep Blaine up into this whirlwind of- of smiles and laughs and looks and time spent together and the blue of his eyes and the pink of his hair and the glimmer of his eyebrow ring when it caught the light, and it was all too much, all too unfair, all exactly what Blaine wanted but never thought he could have, all dangled right in front of him like a test, like it was about to be snatched away the moment they looked away from each other.

Blaine exploded.

“So, what- You’re telling me you’ve ignored me all these years because you’re afraid you’d love me?” he shouted, standing up with his hands balled into fists at his sides, white-knuckled and trembling, somehow gravitating closer to Kurt against his inclination to run. “What kind of fucked up logic is that, Kurt? Don’t you see how ridiculous that is, I mean-”

“I was scared, alright?” Kurt snapped, and he was so close, somehow magnified in a technicolor that scared Blaine, too, Kurt’s face red now along with the rest of his colors, vibrant and alive and real, finally a person or just more than the untouchable being Blaine had always wondered about.

When Blaine spoke again, it was like a whimper, all of his anger dying out at the idea of Kurt being afraid- afraid of him.

“What were you scared of?” he wanted to know, pleading, begging, tell me.

Kurt inhaled a sharp, stuttered breath, turning his head just enough to look past Blaine instead, looking but not seeing anything at all, at least not anything physical, not anything tangible, and Blaine was desperate for him to speak, desperate to know, but he waited.

He’d waited for something, for anything, for so long, that giving Kurt a few more seconds, especially when it felt like whatever he would say was going to be big and important and life changing-

A few more seconds was nothing.

And so Blaine waited, and he unclenched his fists, and he reminded himself how to breathe, reminded himself that his feet were flat on the ground and that he was here, that he was capable of handling the mix of feelings inside of him and the mystery beyond him.

Kurt inhaled again, and he exhaled slowly, and he spoke.

“I… I haven’t ever had many people in my life,” he began carefully, still avoiding Blaine’s eyes but speaking from his heart all the same. “I wasn’t an easy child, and I was different. I’ve always been someone you had to work to get to know before you could really care about them. And most people just...didn’t want to.”

Blaine nearly opened his mouth to speak, to say I wanted to, I always wanted to, I still want to- but he stopped himself, swallowing it down instead, waiting, listening.

“I don’t mean that as a complaint or a pity party,” Kurt clarified quickly, a tremble in his voice. “It never mattered to me because the people that did care about me, my parents- I couldn’t have asked for anyone better.”

Another pause, another deep breath, and finally, Kurt’s eyes flickered back to Blaine’s, rimmed red with the slightest hint of tears that hadn’t shed, that wouldn’t fall.

When Kurt spoke again, it felt like a bomb had been dropped and like everything began to come together all at once, like Blaine’s world was shaken and like it all made sense at the same time.

“My mom died the summer before fourth grade.” 

It would have been a mere couple of months before Blaine had introduced himself, likely few enough weeks to count on two hands. It would have been too soon for Kurt to be anywhere near okay.

It would have been Kurt struggling with returning back to a normal life that didn’t feel normal at all, trying to hold himself together in a way no child should ever have to, and Blaine just hadn’t gotten it, had taken it all personally and taken offense to it and been infuriated by it when it wasn’t even about him, not at all.

And he had held onto it for years.

“Kurt, I had no idea, I-”

“Just- Let me talk?” Kurt broke in, voice soft and pleading and effectively quieting Blaine right away, reminding him to stop, to listen. “I just remember you being so nice to me right away, and I didn’t understand why. And you kept trying, and even after you stopped, I could tell you still noticed me, and I had never felt noticed before, and the older we got, the more it scared me, because the more afraid I’ve gotten of losing the people I care about, and then my dad had his heart attack this summer, and I couldn’t take myself anymore, so I-I made myself look like this even though he was fine, as if it would help, and I-”

When Kurt cut himself off with a choked, broken sob, it was enough - in fact, it was too much, and Blaine couldn’t wait any longer, couldn’t just listen, couldn’t stand still.

He stepped forward, and he reached up to cup Kurt’s face in his hands, and he leaned their foreheads together, allowing his eyes to flutter closed as he came to stand still again, an unmistakable pillar of support now, unfailingly there and unmoving.

It was the first time they had touched purposefully, the first time Blaine had been so close to someone else this way, period, but instead of feeling nervous or worried or bashful about any of it, Blaine just felt certain, sure, needed.

He didn’t speak. He wasn’t sure if Kurt wanted him to, and he wasn’t sure he needed to, anyways - he could show Kurt that he was there, that he wasn’t moving, that he cared, that he wanted to be there and needed to be there and wanted to stay.

And Blaine did stay, as long as it took for Kurt to be able to breathe again, as long as it took for him to stop trembling, to come back to himself.

Finally, when Kurt brought his shaky hands up to cup Blaine’s face in return, Blaine could finally breathe again, too.

“I don’t want to be scared anymore,” Kurt murmured quietly, close enough for Blaine to feel the gentle warmth of his voice as he spoke.

It felt like a cue, like finally the door was opening, and Blaine didn’t want to close it, didn’t know if he could.

“I dare you not to be,” he whispered instead of making any promises or saying anything else, instead closing the remaining millimeters of distance between them to press his lips to Kurt’s in a soft, slow kiss without much movement at all, just staying, always staying. 

After all, maybe if Blaine made good on his own dare, Kurt would, too.

[vapid-slut]

Perfect Harmony; Ch.1

Warning[s]: Swearing, Michael being a dirty bitch

Word Count: 1.8k

Summary: Entering her senior year as a cheerio, the reader is excited to combine both her love of music and her newfound popularity. To Michael, however, this is the perfect opportunity to fuck with his innocent neighbor

A/N: Can we say, I hate this, because I really do. I have no idea what has compelled me to post this dumpster, just know that if you read this, no u didn’t <3 + I did not proofread this so if theres any typos I’m so sorry, I’m running on 4 hrs of sleep and 5 cups of coffee

Music was your life. Your parents often joked that you were singing before you uttered your first word. Unfortunately, there were no music clubs during your past two years of high school. It was only last year that you and the glee club won nationals, hence why you were able to keep funding. School administration was never really fond of the arts, but they would bend over backward to give the sports clubs whatever they needed.

Your biggest dream was to get a scholarship, preferably for music, since you excelled at it. All your life, you watched your father slave away to keep you happy. You just wanted to repay his kindness. Abruptly, your dream, which entailed you winning a grammy, was disrupted by the ringing of your alarm clock. Your arm stretched over to your nightstand, turning the device off, bringing the sound to a halt.

Slowly, you removed the sheets off your body, standing up for a brief stretch before walking to your bathroom. You went about your morning routine much quicker than you typically would. Mostly due to your excitement, this year would be the first that you spent closer to the top of the social food chain. Over the summer, your dad became fast friends with Coach Sylvester. She had come over a few times. And although their relationship was strictly platonic, they both had grown fond of each other. A week before school, she offered you a spot on the cheerios, one you couldn't turn down. Cheerleaders were at the very top of the pyramid. Girls wanted to be them while boys wanted to be with them.

Once you had finished doing the bare necessities your morning required, you hastily made your way to your closet, immediately reaching for one of the three cheerleading uniforms hanging on the rack. You stripped out of your pajamas before slipping into the skimpy skirt, unaware that you had an admirer. Michael had moved next door a few months into your freshman year, was a rather charming boy. He quickly became a hot commodity, no doubt due to how impeccably handsome he was. You were never too fond of him, but even you had to admit that he was a divine sight.

It never truly bothered you that the window into your room was straight across from the one piercing into his. But if you could see the look of satisfaction on his face as he watched you undress, you'd feel very unnerved. The boy had always felt attracted to you. He saw you as a challenge. You were one of the few students in your grade who was still a virgin. Not due to your looks, you frankly didn't have the time to go to parties or hook up with people. Your focus was on your education. And if getting into a great school meant sacrificing your social life, you were content with that.

Once you had finished getting your uniform on and slicking your hair into a neat updo, you gathered your things into your bag and hurried downstairs for breakfast. "Mornin' kiddo!" Your dad said, greeting you with a smile. You muttered a cheerful 'hey' in response, walking towards one of the cabinets full of cereal boxes. "Oh, I forgot to tell you. My car had to get fixed up last night so, I'll have to take yours today." You shrugged as a reply, not caring. "So am I taking the bus today?" Your father shook his head, reaching for a spoon at the same time. "No. That nice boy next door offered to give you a ride today. Isn't that sweet?"

Fuck- you thought to yourself, of course, the universe found some way to screw up your day. You took a long sigh before shifting your eyes to the clock on the wall. "Shit! I'm sorry, dad. I'd love to eat breakfast, but the Glee meeting starts in 20 minutes." Your dad shrugged, not too bothered. "It's fine, go have fun and tell Michael I said hello." You nodded to your old man, and with that, you were up and out the door.

As soon as you stepped foot outside, there he was. Hair perfectly curled, toothpick dangling from his soft lips. You sighed, walking towards the blonde, waiting for him to get out of the way. "Wow, you become a cheerleader, and now you think you're hot shit?" He spat, you gave him a death glare before pushing him lightly to get inside the car. He followed suit, taking his place in the driver's seat. "As much as I find you annoying, your ass does look great in that skirt." You scoffed, rolling your eyes at the boy as he started driving. "Listen up, Pillsbury fuckboy. Though this might seem hard to understand, I don't like you. And I'd rather not spend my senior year arguing with someone as unbearable as you, so can you please leave me alone?!"

The blonde chuckled at your response. Your mouth said one thing while your thoughts said another. "Your wish is my command." He mumbled sarcastically before reaching to turn up the music on the radio to an obscene volume. The rest of the car ride was entirely uneventful, neither of you uttering a word to each other. Ultimately, you had reached the school parking lot. Not many cars were there since it was early, and only a few clubs were meeting today. Before Michael could do anything, you swiftly got out the car, making sure to slam it loudly. "Don't fucking slam the door!" He said, his voice reaching you even though you were still walking, in response you promptly flipped him off. "Fucking bitch." He uttered lowly as you slowly left his field of view.

-----

"Welcome back, New Directions!" Glee's coach, Mr.Shue, said as you embraced your friends. "As you know, this will be our last year together, and a few of our beloved friends have left for college already. Which means we'll be having auditions for some newcomers." As he spoke, he walked over to the whiteboard, grabbing his trusted magic marker. "But there's a twist." You and everyone else in the room watched as he wrote out the words American Idol. "This time, you'll be judging with me."

You would typically be seated next to Tina and Mercedes, but they were both absent for the meeting. Instead, you sat with Santana on your left and Quinn to your right. You had to admit that it felt nice. Usually, you wouldn't ponder on things so benign. But you had spent most of high school getting teased by Michael and the rest of his sought after friends. Not a day went by that slushies weren't thrown in your face, now you could finally walk the halls without fear of humiliation. 

Besides that, you were also really ecstatic to help Mr. Shue with auditions. Glee club was what had brought a group of entirely different people together. So you'd be more than glad to share that with a new ensemble of students before you all went your final ways.

-----

The rest of your day went by quicker than usual. There wasn't much to learn on the first day. Once the clock hit 3:30, You rushed to the auditorium as if your life depended on it. You had to admit that you missed the stage, singing, and dancing with your friends. You made your way the middle of the seating area, taking your place beside Artie.

A majority of the auditions were lackluster. Only a handful stood out. Like that girl Marley and that kid Jake. You were just about ready to leave and go home until something caught your attention. "Michael Langdon?" Your eyes lit up immediately as you heard the name. You watched as the blue-eyed boy made his way to the stage, smug look on his face.

There was no way in hell Michael fucking Langdon, the same boy who referred to glee as "homo explosion," would ever willingly audition. His rendition of "Suit and Tie" was incredible, which only pissed you off more. Not only was he insanely attractive, but he just had to be talented too, fucking men.

You watched as your fellow glee members watched in amusement. It was the girls who seemed most excited.  Eventually, it all became too much, and before the boy could finish entertaining your friends, you stormed off into the parking lot. Far too upset with the blonde to drive home with him, you sent your friend Mike a text asking if he could get you. He lived pretty close to the school, so you knew it would only take a few minutes.

-----

By the time Mike had pulled up to the building, the other glee kids were exiting. You quickly reached for the door of his car, rushing to get to the passenger seat. "You alright?" He asked, worried by how fidgety you were. You nodded. "Yea, I just wanna go home." Mike was always very comforting. The two of you became friends during your freshman year, mostly because of how many classes you shared. You both had a love for music and were smart, so it wasn't long before you two clicked.

Within a few minutes, you had arrived at your house, Mike flashing you a smile. "Thank you for coming to get me. It means a lot." The dark-haired boy shrugged. "It's no biggie, see you tomorrow, cheerio." You rolled your eyes sarcastically. "Whatever, jock-face." And with that, you entered your home.

The house was currently empty. He was taking the night shift at the hospital so, he probably wouldn't come back till late at night. You walked up the stairs to your room, dropping your bag on the floor. After everything that had gone down today, you were exhausted. You quickly took off the scanty cheer uniform and slipped on your much softer penguin pajamas.

You practically threw yourself on the bed, hoping to get some rest, but were promptly distracted by a notification on your phone. The text, from an unknown number nonetheless, read 'look outside your window.' You quickly sat up, confused, and turned your head only for your eyes to be met by Michael Langdon, who just happened to be balls deep inside some random brunette. 

You gave the boy a disgusted look before pulling down your blinds. Never in your life had you been more repulsed. Your mind tried long and hard to block out any memory of what you just witnessed. After around forty-five minutes, you received another text message from non-other than Michael.

'It's a shame you missed my performance."

'Go fuck yourself, Langdon.'

'If you say so ;)'

The rest of the night, you wondered what you had done to be the new subject of Mr. Pillsbury Fuckboys torment. You had spent most of your high school years avoiding him at cost. Suddenly it seemed like you weren't getting rid of him anytime soon. You were just lucky you only had to endure this for a few more months, and then you'd be on your way.

Or so you thought.

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As a self-proclaimed “badass,” Puck was well known around the school for constantly tossing students into dumpsters and also for initially being a primary culprit for throwing slushies in everyone’s faces. At first, Puck was very much opposed to the Glee Club, deeming it “gay” and a group of “losers.” Shortly after Quinn Fabray joins the club, Puck discovers that she has become pregnant with his baby, and joins the glee club as a way of being closer to her. But, in the end, Puck begins to enjoy Glee Club and find his passion for singing.

Puck is, at first glance, the stereotypical bullying jock. Arrogant, rude, and judgmental, Puck is the unwavering belief that because he is good at sports, he is better than everyone else. He is also a bit “gangster,” as he has even been sent to juvie due to his delinquent behavior. He was always causing trouble. And because of his supposed superiority, he believed that allowed him to mistreat anyone else who he felt was different from him. Puck also has a very easily provoked temper and would attack friends and enemies at the drop of a hat if pushed.

Puck’s arrogant behavior has made it to where he often doesn’t consider the consequences of his actions and behavior, and how it might affect others. Puck’s arrogance not only relates to school politics but also in regards to girls. Although crude, Puck is nonetheless handsome and knows it. As such, he feels any and all women are fair game for his sexual prowess. He’s shown himself to be particularly fond of older women. In truth, however, Puck is willing to have sex with any woman who is available, even his best friend’s girl. He also seems to revel in the chase and the conquest. Because he has a lot of sex, he thinks he is a sex master.

However, although Puck rarely shows it, he does have several surprising good qualities. He is sensitive about being liked and popular, and finds the idea of being an outsider or bullied unnerving and has been shown to feel guilty for behaving that way towards others so much so that he seems to have stopped his bullying streak since joining the glee club. He knows that his actions are wrong and owns up to that. Puck also finds family very important, as he has a regular family event in which his mother, sister and himself will watch Schindler’s List.

After high school, Puck found his way to the army, and soon enough, he was one of the best in there. He spent all his time working out, and doing his best for everyone to see that he really wanted to be there. He was not going to mess this up like in high school. The army was where he felt at home for the first time. He felt like he had a family again after leaving high school and his friends behind. He knew he had found his place! But, after four years, he wanted more and more, and that was why he decided to transfer for the American Air Force. He also served his country outside of America, and he couldn’t be prouder of himself. He really was finding his way and no longer was the same ‘lost boy’ from high school.

Last year, Puck decided to become a business man too. And now, he owns his own beer company. Homemade beer, to be honest. Everything started as a joke, but soon enough, Puck started to receive requests from people asking him to sell his beer, and well, Puck, as always, was looking for money and more ways to make money to spend on his motorcycle, and well, he decided to let himself go, and get into this crazy world of business. He is now looking for ways to make his beer company grow. He really fell in love with this industry, and not just with the beer.

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[darling-i-read-it]

Bad Reps

JD x reader

Word Count: 900

Warnings: talks of shooting people, violent JD as always, cuss words, insinuations to smut

Author’s Note: This turned out better than I had hoped and it makes me SO HAPPY will i just turn into a slashers cult classic horror blog perhaps, stan JD 

Summary: You meet JD and it’s already seemed like it’s meant to be

Genre: sexy murderer fluff

I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director 

(not my gif)

JD saw you and he knew you weren’t fake. You were the kind of genuine that he seeked out. The kind of girl that he could spend his life beside if he could just get you to enjoy the same kind of violence that he did. You saw him the first time outside of the school when he showed up. He was surveying his future classmates and when you caught his eye he couldn’t help but smile. 

He sucked on his slurpee and leaned against one of the light poles. You saw him and you were the only person there to give him a second glance. You stood up straight. The people around you, presumably your friends, spoke as though you weren’t completely zoned out. 

You gave JD a smile. He nodded his head at you. You nodded your head back. Then you looked away, back at your friends. 

In that moment, the second you saw his eyes he knew you were his and somehow you knew he was yours. Something about that look seemed familiar and risky and dangerous. You liked him. He liked you.

Later that day he saw you at lunch, beside your friends. He walked up to you, hands shoved in his black jacket. You looked up at him as he approached.

“Something wrong?” one of your friends snapped. JD ignored them.

“You’re Y/N?”

“And you’re JD.” 

The girls around you looked between you and him. They could cut the tension with one of the school lunch pizzas. 

“Hello? Y/N?” one of the other girls called.

“Do you want to skip this period?” JD asked.

“I thought you were never going to ask.” 

You and JD started dating right after that. There was no saying what he was going to do and the act of that excited you. You had never dated a bad boy before but JD told you that you were meant for it. You thought that was funny but you ignored it mostly. 

You and him sat in your car. Your sunglasses were on, poofed up hair and all. You watched the kids of the high school move along to their first period classes. JD sat beside you, smoking a cigarette.

“Do you want to kill someone?” he asked. You raised your eyebrow, shrugging.

“Depends. Do you have a plan of attack and a viable person? “

“You know those couples who throw a dart at a map to see where they’re vacationing? We can do that with bullets and our classmates.” You shook your head. 

“What if we shot someone decent?”

“Darling, have you ever met a decent person in this school?”

You took a moment to think about that. 

“I guess you’re right.” 

You looked over at him, bringing up your sunglasses to your head. You reached over him to his slushie that he had gotten earlier that day and took a drink. He played with your hair as you did that. 

There was a knock on the window as he watched you and he delayed even looking over at you. Your eyes met the ones of one of the dicks of the school. A football player that had been trying to get in your pants since middle school when he learned that his dick could do things.

JD was so amused that he came up to the window with him in the car that he rolled down his window to the guy.

“Whatcha want?” you asked, lips still wrapped around the slushie in your hands. He shrugged, hands gripping the car window. JD was amazed that he had the balls to come up to you like that when everyone knew that you and JD were the couple to avoid.

“Listen, your friends sent me over here to tell you something everyone wants to; leave this loser and come with us.” Yours and JD’s eyes gazed over at the group of your friends who stood in a tight knit group. They pretended they weren’t watching when they obviously were.

“I think I’ll pass,” you told him, putting your sunglasses back on in the glare of the sun.

“Lots of balls you got comin over here,” JD said, a confused look on his face. The jock barely looked at him.

“You don’t want to be seen with this guy anymore. You’re getting a bad rep.” 

You shrugged, leaning over your boyfriend to get closer to him. 

“I’m sorry babe, you should probably leave, I had plans to suck my boyfriend off and you’re really ruining the vibe here.” You rolled up the window, nearly catching his fingers in it. You gave him a fake smile and he shook his head, walking back to your friends.

“That shooting thing looks more appealing now doesn’t it?” 

“Sure does.” 

“Were you serious about that-”

“Shut up.”

@stardancerluv

[grapesodatozier]

a million little times

pairing: wheelclair

summary: lucas joins the football team and makes some new friends. it takes a bit for mike to realize why this makes him so upset

words: 3,575

rating: teen and up

tags: jealousy, modern high school au, underage drinking, pining, angst with a happy ending, title from illicit affairs by taylor swift

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Mike was happy for Lucas, he really was. He was confused, sure, but he was happy for him. If Lucas really did want to play football, then that was great for him, and Mike was glad he was doing things that made him happy. He just would’ve been happier about it if football wasn’t such a fucking cult.

Lucas had practice three or four days a week and games once or twice a week, which meant that the time he had with the party was cut severely. Sure, they could hang out after dinner, and during lunch, and on the weekends, but it was still a lot to adjust to. Mike missed riding home with Lucas, he missed that little stretch of the ride when it was just the two of them. Sure, Mike had the car now that Nancy was away at college, so he wasn’t riding home anyway, but he had been excited about giving Lucas rides home, about taking the long way and getting slushies if they were feeling like it. But now he couldn’t, because Lucas didn’t get home until just around dinner time. And one of his football friends drove him home. Mike knew because he could see him getting dropped off from his window, he could see Lucas smiling at whoever was in the driver’s seat, his huge bag of equipment slung over his shoulder. It made Mike’s chest ache. 

It was even worse when he had to see him hanging out with them in school. Lucas still hung around Mike’s locker with the rest of the party most days, but now sometimes Mike would look around for him and find him down the hall surrounded by a group of people that was obnoxiously large for the small hallways of their school. 

It started making Mike angry when Lucas skipped out on lunch with them one day. He hadn’t even said anything, he was just suddenly not at their table, and Mike could see him across the room, hamming it up with this group of jock assholes. He even got one of those pretentious varsity jackets. Mike was only snapped out of his head because he was so tense about the whole thing he ended up biting his tongue so hard it nearly bled. It didn’t help that Dustin, Max, El, and Will were all joking about how Lucas was popular now, how he’d rigged the social ladder. Like this was funny. Like it was all some big joke that Lucas wasn’t sitting with them. 

If Mike was a bit short with Lucas later that day in chemistry, Lucas didn’t say anything about it.

The only thing that made Mike warm up to the idea was watching Lucas’s games. He loved watching him, loved that proud smile he got on his face. Pride welled in Mike’s chest when Lucas made a play, even if something more bitter stirred in his stomach when his teammates jumped on him to congratulate him. 

By October, Mike was still adjusting to Lucas’s new status. He was just getting the hang of it, seeing Lucas on the weekends and going to his games on Fridays, having lunch with him three days a week instead of five, accepting that he had to share him, when Lucas flipped his world upside down again.

“A party?” Mike asked, not bothering to hide his skepticism. 

“Yes, a party,” Lucas grinned. “You’re familiar with the concept?”

Mike rolled his eyes. “In theory.”

“We’re invited to a party?” Dustin cut in. Mike was secretly pleased that Dustin seemed to be as disbelieving as he was.

“Yeah, Mark’s parents are out of town so he told me to invite as many people as I want.”

“I’ll go if there’s vodka, but I’m not drinking beer,” Will said, making a face. 

Lucas laughed. “Trust me, there will be vodka.” He said it so confidently, like he’d been to so many parties. It made Mike wonder how many he had been to. He thought it was only two. Not that he’d been counting.

“I’ll go if El comes,” Max said, giving El an expectant and mischievous look.

Come on, El, Mike willed her silently. El wasn’t a party type. El was a sit quietly and watch romance movies with ice cream on a Saturday night type. She liked small get-togethers. She would say no, and then Max would say no, and then Mike could spend Saturday night with them.

“Why not,” El shrugged with a small smile.

Traitor, Mike thought to himself bitterly.

“Mike, you in?” Lucas asked. His hand on Mike’s shoulder made his heart race.

Mike sighed. “I guess you guys are gonna need a DD.”

The rest of them cheered as Mike crossed his arms. He really wasn’t looking forward to a house full of football bros sweating beer, but at least he would be with his friends, at least he could make sure they all got home safe. And if he was driving, he’d be dropping Lucas off last; he was looking forward to that.

Still, being the sober one sucked. His friends were all light weights, and they were all trashed within the first hour. Mike was awkward enough as it was; being the only sober one in a room full of people who didn’t even bother to glance his way made that awkwardness weigh on him all that much more. Lucas noticed, and he tried to get Mike to play pong with him, but Mike was horrendously bad, and the other team obliterated them. It made Mike’s cheeks burn with shame, and he left to subject himself to Dustin and Max’s drunk dancing. At least letting them push him around to Britney Spears while El and Will laughed and twirled each other around much more tamely made him feel a little better.

But then the night took a sharp turn south. 

There Mike was, trying not to topple over as his shorter friends jumped around him, when he looked up to search for Lucas. Maybe he would help Mike escape. But as soon as Mike found him, it became crystal clear that running to Lucas was not an option. Because he was busy making out with one of the guys on the cheerleading team.

Mike’s head spun. He hadn’t even known Lucas liked guys, not really. Sure, he’d mentioned something in passing once that made Mike’s ears perk up, but he’d never mentioned it again, never explicitly, and Mike wasn’t gonna push it. But this… this was not how Mike wanted to find out. And he also never needed to know that Lucas’s type was apparently cheerleaders. Fuck, he liked graceful, flexible, fit, cool people. Of course he fucking did. Who didn’t? 

Mike made up an excuse about finding a bathroom and broke away from his friends, rushing to a door, any door that would take him outside. The air inside was too stale; he needed something fresh, he needed to catch his breath and not vomit and maybe cry. Why did he need to cry? He didn’t. He was just… upset that Lucas didn’t tell him. Yeah. 

His legs carried him away from the party, the music getting quieter and quieter until he was down the street and couldn’t hear it anymore. He knew he shouldn’t go far, his friends needed him to drive them home, but there was an elementary school just a block away, and he really needed a place to sit that wasn’t on some random family’s lawn. He barely registered the world around him as sidewalk became soccer field, as the streetlights gave way to a night much darker. For whatever reason, he made a beeline for those seats that spin around. Probably a horribly dangerous thing to give children. An even worse thing to give drunk people; Mike was glad no one at the party had seemed to have the same idea as him yet. He collapsed onto the too-small seat and let his toes drag through the woodchips, holding on tight to the sides as he rocked slowly back and forth. He’d have to go back soon. But he couldn’t just then. In that moment, he just needed to sit his ass down on an elementary school playground and look at the stars while slowly spinning around. He needed to keep himself from driving home and leaving all his friends without a ride. God, he just wanted to fucking go home. 

Dustin ended up drunk calling him a few minutes later, and Mike had to make up some excuse about the line for the bathroom being too long and needing to pee in a bush. He took a deep breath before standing up, the night air helping to calm his racing heart. But his feet were unsteady as he stood and began walking back, and he had a feeling that a few deep breaths weren’t really gonna fix this problem. 

The way El and Dustin hugged him when he returned made him feel a little better, and at least Lucas had returned to the group, apparently done sucking face with that cheerleader guy. Still though, Mike couldn’t look at him without feeling sick. 

“There you are!” Lucas beamed. As if he had been looking for him.

Mike busied himself with gently shrugging El and Dustin off so he could go to Will, who was swaying on his feet, a far off look in his eyes. Mike put an arm around his shoulders, and he immediately leaned into Mike’s side. Will gave him an unfocused smile. “You okay?” Mike asked. When Will nodded he continued, “You ready to go home?” Will nodded again, and Mike looked up to consult the group. “Everyone ready to go?” Max gave an indignant whine, but El and Dustin nodded, and Lucas slung his arm around Max’s shoulders and steered her toward the door. Mike followed, helping Will down the stairs and into the car. If he was being honest he probably didn’t need to, but he needed to feel needed just then. 

He did the rounds, made sure everyone got in safe with reminders to not sleep on their backs, until it was just him and Lucas, drawing patterns on the passenger side window. “So?” Lucas asked with a grin.

“What?” Mike bristled.

“Did you have fun?”

Mike’s stomach turned. “Seemed like you did.”

Lucas gave him a look. “Yeah.”

Mike really tried to bite it back, but he had to know. “Who even was that guy?”

Lucas smirked. “You mean Andy?”

“If Andy is the cheerleader you were making out with, then yeah. Are you like… are you into him?”

Lucas shrugged. “He’s cute. He was a pretty okay kisser.” God, as if Lucas was kissing all these people Mike didn’t even know. Fuck, was he? “Where did you run off to?”

“I had to pee,” Mike murmured. Lucas gave a small laugh and teased him, poking him until he was swatting him away, a reluctant smile fighting its way onto his face. 

“I’m sorry you were sober, man,” Lucas said, settling back down. “We’ll get you trashed next time.”

“Yeah, sounds fun,” Mike said. He really tried to make it convincing, but he wasn’t sure it worked. 

They were pulling up to Lucas’s house now, but it wasn’t at all the scene Mike had pictured the day before. He didn’t want Lucas to linger right now. He really just wanted to be in bed. Luckily, Lucas got out pretty quickly, shooting Mike a slightly slurred thank you for driving before closing the door, leaving Mike to himself.

It ate at Mike for days, and he was pretty sure it showed, but he didn’t care. Max asked him about, but she always knew when there was something bothering him. She could tell because he acted the same way she acted when she was upset. But he brushed her off, probably a little more harshly than necessary, and she dropped it. El bought him a cookie at lunch and rested her head on his shoulder, but didn’t say anything, which Mike was grateful for. 

He appreciated it, he really did, but none of it helped. He couldn’t get the image of Lucas’s hands on that guy’s waist out of his mind. Looking at Lucas, knowing Lucas wasn’t looking back at him and seeing in Mike what Mike saw in him, was almost unbearable. So he didn’t.

The final breaking point came that Friday. They were all gathered around Will’s locker, discussing their weekend plans, when Lucas casually dropped that he wouldn’t be able to come to the arcade with them that weekend.

“What?” Mike blurted, unable to stop himself. He hated that he could hear the way his voice broke, that it was probably obvious to everyone around him.

Lucas was clearly taken aback, but his skeptical expression softened as he said, “I’m sorry, man, but the guys are going to this Halloween fest thing and it’s kind of an all day thing, I won’t be back until late.”

Mike’s blood was boiling. His throat was closing up. He hadn’t looked at Lucas more than a handful of times that week, but now he couldn’t look away. “But… but you said…” Mike’s voice broke again. He didn’t know where that sentence was going. He said what? He never said anything. They had never had to say anything before, it was an unspoken agreement that Saturday was arcade day with the party. 

“Mike, we always go to the arcade on Saturday.” Lucas had a sympathetic look on his face that just made Mike angrier.

“Exactly! We always go to the arcade on Saturday!” He was getting hysterical now, he knew it, but he was helpless to it.

“I’ll be there next Saturday,” Lucas tried.

“Will you?”

Mike turned and broke out of the group, striding down the hallway. He was done with this conversation. He was done with Lucas bailing on them. If he wanted to replace them so bad he could just do it, he didn’t have to draw it out like some kind of fucking sadist. His cheeks burned as he heard Lucas call after him, then Dustin’s quiet, “Let him go, man.” Mike wasn’t sure if he was happy or furious or heartbroken that none of them followed him. The solitude of his car helped him breathe a little easier, but he probably shouldn’t have been driving, because his heart was racing and there were tears forming behind his eyes and he had that urge to throw and punch and kick things that he got whenever he was hurting. 

He got to his house in one piece and ignored his mom when she asked him why he was home on a Friday afternoon. He slammed his door shut and threw himself down on his bed. 

And that’s where he was Saturday morning, lying in his bed kicking absently up at the top bunk. That’s what he was doing when he heard a knock on the door. “I’m not hungry,” he called. He heaved an exasperated sigh when the door opened anyway. “Mom, I don’t—”

“Not your mom.” Mike sat up, his heart in his throat. Lucas was standing in the doorway, was stepping in and closing the door behind him. And he had a fucking smile on his face. “At least, according to Maury.”

“Funny,” Mike said blandly as he sat up. “What do you want? Aren’t you supposed to be on a hayride with the guys right now?” He didn’t wanna sneer at him, but he’d never had much control over things like that. 

Lucas shrugged and leaned against Mike’s dresser, his arms crossed. “I wanted to talk to you.”

Mike froze. “About what?”

“About what?” Lucas scoffed. “About that way you threw a tantrum yesterday. About the fact that you’ve barely spoken to me since the party on Saturday.” 

Mike shook his head. God, that fucking party. “You didn’t wanna talk to me when you had your tongue down that guy’s throat.” 

A moment of tense silence passed between them, Mike’s bitter tone hanging in the air. “Is that why you’re mad? Because I made out with a guy?” The hurt in Lucas’s voice made all of Mike’s anger disappear in an instant.

“What? No! Of course not, you think I’d be mad about that?”

“Well then what’s your issue? What did I do wrong?” His voice was rising now, and that only made Mike feel more panicked. His room felt too small. How was he supposed to explain?

“I miss you.” Mike had wanted to scream it, but it came out sounding just as small and vulnerable as he was feeling.

Lucas’s face fell, his eyes scanning over Mike’s, trying to decipher what he was saying. “I’m right here, man. I’m not ditching you. I’ve got some new friends now, that doesn’t mean I don’t want you around. Nothing has to change.”

“But everything already has changed!” Mike broke. He couldn’t help the tears that were gathering in his eyes now. “I used to know… We used to… You know so many people I don’t now, and they’re cool, and I used to know everything about you and now you’re kissing guys, you’re kissing guys who are hot and cool like you. You’re my best friend, and I was yours but now you’re gonna outgrow me and you’ll never… I never… and now I can’t…” Mike was crying hard now, so hard he didn’t realize Lucas was kneeling in front of him until he felt Lucas’s hands on his forearms, gently pulling his hands away from his face so that he could wipe Mike’s tears away. Mike hiccuped and blinked as Lucas came somewhat into focus in front of him.

“Mike… you’ll always be my best friend. Yeah, some things are changing, but that’s not.”

Lucas’s soft tone helped, but they were just words. And besides, there was something else Mike wanted, something that was getting farther and farther from him, and he didn’t know what to do about it. He felt like he was stuck on one of those conveyor belts in the airport but it was going the wrong direction, and he didn’t know how to get off or go back. His heart was racing, and he was gonna start crying again, panicked. Panicked about Lucas kissing someone else, about him wanting other people. How could Mike make him understand? He shouldn’t, he knew he shouldn’t, but if it was his last chance, if it was the only way to make Lucas understand—

So then his hands were on Lucas’s face, and he was bringing their lips together with all of the hurry and panic and adrenaline he was feeling. He reeled back just as fast, slamming himself against the wall behind him, looking at Lucas’s surprised face in horror. “Oh god, fuck, I’m sorry, I didn’t—”

“Mike,” Lucas said firmly, his hands finding Mike’s wrists again. He pulled Mike gently back toward him and cupped his face.

“Yeah?” Mike’s voice was small and watery, shaking like his hands had been until Lucas steadied them, his hands strong and gentle at the same time.

Lucas smiled then. Something like wonder was passing through his eyes, slowly, as he met Mike’s eyes. “I… I liked—yeah, will you do that again?”

Mike eyebrows shot up behind his fringe. “Seriously?”

“Yeah” Lucas nodded, sweet and awkward smile on his face. And wow, Mike never thought he’d see the day he made Lucas flustered. But he got through his shock and leaned forward, tentatively this time, and brought their lips back together.

And wow. It was perfect. It was soft and unsure at first, and Mike’s eyes were open as he watched Lucas’s reaction. But once Lucas started kissing him back Mike let his eyes flutter shut, let himself sink into it. He let himself focus only on the way Lucas was kissing him, the way his hands felt cradling Mike’s face. He ran his hands lightly over Lucas’s arms, admiring the muscles that lay under the soft fabric of his shirt. Once they both got the hang of it, their lips began to lock together, the kiss deepening. Mike twisted Lucas’s shirt between his fingers. Eventually Lucas pulled away, and Mike took a moment before opening his eyes, his lips still parted, seeking more. 

“Wow… I did not know you felt the same way,” Lucas said, smiling and flushed.

Mike shook his head, a disbelieving smile on his lips. “I think I always have.”

They both laughed and kissed each other again, just a few soft pecks, still getting used to it.

“So…” Lucas said with a teasing smirk, running his hand over Mike’s chest, “what was that you were saying about me being hot and cool?”

“Oh, fuck off,” Mike groaned, his cheeks on fire as he slung his pillow at Lucas. God, he missed this, the sight of Lucas laughing on his bedroom floor. He was looking forward to even more mornings like this, and afternoons, and nights. 

Max had a field day on Monday when Mike came into school practically drowning in Lucas’s varsity jacket, but Mike didn’t even mind. He never thought he’d be dating a football player, but as Lucas wrapped his arms around him, strong and sure, the smell of his laundry detergent sticking to the jacket all day as Mike went from class to class, he figured maybe sometimes change could be nice.

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[julienschuester]

MAYBE THIS TIME

WHO: a julien schuester self-para (ft. @austinelsons​) WHERE: principal remington’s office > auditorium > the choir room WHEN: wednesday, 1/20, day WHAT: julien and austin get called to the principal’s office after news travels that they got into a fist fight on the ski trip. in an act of uncharacteristic bravery and zero regard for the social consequences, julien quits the hockey team and sings his little heart out about it in glee club.

When Julien Schuester heard his name and Austin Nelson’s announced over the loud speaker at school on Wednesday morning, he squeezed his eyes shut in the hopes that when he opened them, he would wake up from this anxiety nightmare. He’d been in denial up until this point, obviously. Did he really think he was going to be able to walk into school on Tuesday after the ski trip with a black eye and a gashed lip and get zero questions or consequences? Yeah right. When it dawned on him that this was not a dream, but rather his unfortunate reality, he let out a sigh and opened his eyes. Everyone in his homeroom was staring at him and it wasn’t until his teacher told him he needed to get to the principal’s office that he realized he hadn’t moved. 

“Right,” he cleared his throat and got up, ignoring the ‘oohs’ from his peers as he slung his bag over his shoulder and made his way out of the classroom (but not before stealing a glance at Ivy’s now empty desk). Once he made it to Principal Remington’s office, he shrugged in the doorway. “You wanted to see m—” Julien ate his words when he saw Austin sitting across from the principal and their hockey coach standing beside him. Crap. This was not good. 

Julien had been expecting some sort of punishment. Him and Austin had gotten into a fight on a school sanctioned trip...it seemed warranted. He’d at least expected a warning or a detention or something. What he hadn’t been expecting was for Principal Remington and his coach to essentially say ‘boys will be boys’ and compliment Austin Nelson’s right hook. Every time Julien thought his life couldn’t get more embarrassing, it did. He’d gotten the crap beaten out of him by someone who was supposed to be his friend, he had no girlfriend, his glee club was falling apart in a mess of slushies and secrets, and now, his coach and the literal principal of the school were basically laughing at him to his face.

“Why did you call me here again?” Julien asked, a little curtly and out of nowhere as he sat up straight in his seat, “was it just to crack up at my black eye and tell Austin he nailed it?” Julien shot a look at his teammate and without giving him a chance to say ‘lighten up’ or ‘take a joke,’ he stood up and grabbed his backpack. “I’m done,” he blurted out, shrugging as he adjusted the straps on his shoulders, “with hockey, I mean.” Did he really mean that? He gave himself a second to think about it as his coach retorted with a, ‘Oh, come on. Toughen up, Schuester. Save it for the ice.’ Julien tightened his lips into a line as the rage he was getting used to bubbled in the pit of his stomach. 

Maybe if he hadn’t been at his wits end, he would’ve slumped back into his seat and wilted under the weight of his coach’s stern voice. Maybe if he hadn’t absolutely had it, Austin’s glare or Principal Remington’s pity would’ve made him bend and follow like he always did. Not this time though. “No,” Julien said, shaking his head as he looked around the room, “I’m out. I quit.” This earned him a collective scoff from everyone in the room, but once he’d said the words, it was like a weight had been lifted. “Yeah,” a smirk, “I quit.” With that, he turned on his heel and made his way out of the principal’s office and into the hallway crowded with students journeying to first period. 

Maybe this time, I’ll be lucky. Maybe this time he’ll stay.

Julien moved through the halls in what felt like slow motion. He squared his shoulders and stood tall as he walked, ignoring the obvious stares he was getting due to the state of his face. All Julien had ever wanted his entire life was to be liked and to be accepted. It mattered to him that people wanted to be around him—that he was good. As he approached the choir room and caught a glimpse of his friends goofing off inside, he paused. Why had he spent so much time trying to please people on the outside when the people who mattered to him the most, who accepted him fully, were all in there?

Not a loser anymore, like the last time and the time before.

Needing a moment alone, Julien rounded the corner and made his way to the auditorium. The bright spotlight came on as he made his way to the center of the stage and planted himself in front of the mic stand. So maybe Julien was a loser to some people. Maybe the Austins and Davises of the world thought he was too soft or too weak. Maybe Ivy thought that about him too. Either way, he was done bending over backwards trying to prove them wrong. He was done doing things he didn’t want to do just to try and get some social credibility and a shred of popularity. It wasn’t worth it to feel like this. 

Everybody loves a winner, so nobody loves me.

As he sang into the microphone in the empty auditorium, Julien visualized a full house. He imagined all of those eyes on him as he belted in perfect pitch. He had spent so much time thinking about what he needed to do to get people to like him that he’d forgotten what he liked about him. He’d forgotten that he was kind. He was caring. He was funny enough and pretty handsome depending on what his hair was doing that day. He was talented. He had heart. 

'Lady Peaceful', 'Lady Happy,' that's what I long to be.

Julien had taken one too many kicks and he wasn’t going to let it happen anymore. He deserved better. Even if he missed Ivy, even if he’d miss hockey, he needed to do what was right for him. He’d taught people how to treat him by allowing himself to get walked on, so now it was time for him to make everyone unlearn. 

All the odds are in my favor, something's bound to give in.

As Julien reached the final lines of the song, gone was his packed audience and his bright spotlight. It was just him, standing in the center of the choir room, singing to his friends, his brother, and Miss Holliday. Regardless of every crappy thing that had happened in the last couple of months, there was a lot to look forward to. Julien was choosing not to get defeated. Sure, maybe the New Directions were the underdogs. Maybe in terms of the leading men he was up against, he was the underdog. So be it.  

It's got to happen, happen sometime. Maybe this time I'll win.

When the song reached its end and Julien finished belting out the last note, he took a deep, grounding breath and then let out a sigh. “I quit the hockey team,” he revealed, shrugging as he stared at the comforting faces in front of him, “I don’t want to be anywhere I’m not wanted, you know? Plus, this gives me more time to focus on what really matters...you guys, this club, and kicking ass at regionals.” He knew that without hockey, he’d have virtually no protection against the avalanche of slushies and demeaning remarks from the jocks and popular kids at their school, but for the first time, he felt strong enough to handle it on his own.

“So...let’s get to it then!” a nod to Dan as he took his seat, “mash-ups?”

[spaceorphan18]

99 Perspectives on a Single Love Story #1

A/N: The Story of Kurt and Blaine told through the eyes of everyone else but them. Each chapter is a different perspective in the ongoing tale of their love story.

I started something like this a while back - and now I'm taking the idea and really running with it. Each chapter is a ficlet of a different character at a different point in Kurt and Blaine's life - documenting their love story. This starts in Audition, and each chapter will be paired with a different episode until reaching Dreams Come True. 

I’m using this as a fun writing experiment for a) writing short things and b) writing things from a multitude of varying perspectives.   Have fun! :) 

[Ao3]

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Jacob Ben Israel (Audition) 

Jacob Ben Israel, if nothing else, is a journalist.  He realizes that some people think he’s a joke - a nerd - a weird kid with an afro that no one takes seriously.  But his passion is for the news.  Or...well, maybe at least gossip.  The people have a right to know what is going on at this school, especially with the glee club.  

He shivers at the thought.  Oh, what he wouldn’t do for a mere whiff of Rachel Berry’s panties.  But no time for that now.  He sees Kurt Hummel strolling down the hallway, nose high, as if he’s better than everyone at this school.  Personally, he thinks that Kurt is a worse loser than he is - his dumpster diving count is much higher and, well, at least he is into girls.  

Still… the people do seem to be obsessed with sexuality.  And sex sells -- or at least that’s what he’s learned from every television so he’s ever obsessed over.  

And that video of Kurt getting slushied is by far the highest rated thing on his YouTube Channel.  

He motions for his camera guy (his good friend Keith who thankfully says nothing of his exploits and willingly does the camerawork for a mere free lunch everyday) to follow him.  He’s got his microphone ready, time to go in for the kill. 

“Kurt Hummel!” Jacob screeches.  Kurt obviously pretends that he doesn’t hear someone shouting his head off, and instead continues down the hall as if he’s too good to be bothered.  “Kurt Hummel - you have to give us the best scoop.”

“Go away,” Kurt says, not looking back.  

“You have a right to inform the people.”

“I have a right to report you to the principal for invasion of privacy, Jacob,” Kurt says, spinning on his heel with a scowl.  “Get the camera out of my face.”

“What do you say to the people who think you’re in love with Finn Hudson?” Jacob asks, secretly amused at the way Kurt’s face contorts with distaste.  

“No comment.”

“What do you say about the rumor that you’re secretly getting your jollies off at a bathhouse in that abandoned mall in South Lima.”

Kurt’s face, again, delightfully turns sour.  “Why - is that where you go?”

“Ooh, a zinger,” Jacob says, unimpressed.  “How do you respond to the recent wagers on whether or not you will secure an actual boyfriend this year.”

Kurt freezes on the spot.  The usually verbose Kurt Hummel seems to be at a loss for words.  

“You do want a boyfriend, right?” Jacob eggs on.  

“My life's worth is not determined by whether or not I have a significant other,” Kurt snaps.  “So, maybe you and your journalistic integrity can find a new hobby.”

Jacob doesn’t even care about Kurt’s discomfort.  This is all going to be great TV.  “Yes, but isn’t point of being gay to see how much penis you can score?”

“Do you really think that’s what being gay is all about?” Kurt says, as he looks carefully around.  A few jocks walk by, eyeing them both with suspicion.  

“Well yeah,” Jacob says.  “That and a lot of glitter and guyliner, right?”

Kurt scoffs at him as he turns away.  “Fuck off, Jacob.”

Jacob turns to the camera, delighted.  “You’ve heard it here first, McKinley High, and take your bets.  Will lowly teen gay Kurt Hummel be destined to be labeled and ridiculed a loser? Or will he turn us all gay with his wily ways.  Keep tuning in, this Jacob Ben Israel out.”

Jacob laughs to himself, thinking that he could edit this into something much more interesting than the conversation he just had.  However, a group of Cheerios walk by, completely distracting him.  

“C’mon, Keith - let’s go ask Quinn Fabray how she feels now that Santana Lopez’s boobs are bigger…”