A Minor Musical Mutiny 3/13
Media: Fic
Title: A Minor Musical Mutiny
Rating: PG
Pairings: Kurt/Blaine, Rachel/Finn, Mike/Tina, Brittany/Santana
Spoilers: Episode 3.3 (Asian F), set shortly after Asian F, but AU from then on.
Warnings: None
Word Count: ~1,500
Summary: When Will plans to take up their holiday weekend with rehersals, the Glee Club up sticks and head out of Lima for a beach vacation.
Author’s Note: If you're looking for intense emotion and drama, this is not for you (although, you are, of course, welcome to read on anyway). If you're looking for fluff so sweet it'll put you in a sugar coma, welcome to the Candy Shoppe.
Chapter 1
Previous Chapter
‘So,’ Finn said, after they had travelled in silence for nearly an hour, ‘Blaine, you have much trouble convincing your parents to let you use the summer home?’
Blaine shrugged. ‘It’s empty at this time of year anyway,’ he said, avoiding the question.
Finn smiled wryly. ‘Yeah, but I can’t imagine our folks being too happy about a bunch of teenagers descending on their house for a long weekend.’
‘It’s fine,’ Blaine said, his expression closed. Kurt caught Finn’s eye in the rear view mirror and shook his head minutely, eyes wide. Finn dropped the subject. The group lapsed back into silence; Blaine focused on the road ahead, the other three staring out the windows at the barely-moving traffic.
‘It’s really backed up,’ Finn said, trying again.
‘I guess everyone had the same idea as us,’ Kurt said brightly.
‘Probably not for the same reasons,’ Blaine said, nodding as a car driven by a frail old man inched along the freeway. Kurt laughed quietly and Blaine smiled. Blaine’s phone rang in its hands-free rest. Reaching out, Blaine answered the call.
‘I don’t know about you guys, but we’re barely moving here,’ Tina said, without pre-amble.
‘Same,’ Blaine said, tapping a finger on the steering wheel.
‘Who’ve you got?’ Kurt called.
‘Me, Mike, Artie, and Puck,’ Tina replied. ‘Mike’s driving.’
‘Hi guys!’ Kurt called. There was a chorus of greetings from the other end. ‘Are our Cheerios travelling together?’
‘I guess, so,’ Tina said. ‘Hang on, we’ll find out.’ A series of beeps, and a ring tone sounded down the line.
‘Cheerleader Central,’ Brittany said, cheerfully.
‘Guess that answers that question,’ Tina said wryly.
‘Did I get it right?’ Brittany asked, excitedly.
‘Yes,’ Kurt said quickly, smiling at Blaine and covering his tapping fingers with one hand. Blaine smiled, and stopped.
‘Awesome.’
‘We’re all stuck in the holiday traffic,’ Kurt explained. ‘What about you?’
‘How did you get all of you into one car?’ Brittany asked, confused.
‘We didn’t,’ Tina replied, ‘we’re in two cars, conference calling.’
‘Oh,’ Brittany said. ‘That makes more sense.’
‘Yes,’ Santana called, ‘we’re backed up on I-75. Hell, I could probably walk faster than this.’
‘Look,’ Kurt said soothingly, ‘even at this speed, it’ll still only take us a couple of hours to get to the turn off. Traffic’ll be much better once we get off the freeway.’
‘It better be,’ Santana said balefully. ‘We’ll check in with you again when we get to the exit.’ She cut the call.
‘Sounds like a plan,’ Tina said.
‘Counting the minutes,’ Kurt called. Blaine laughed silently. Tina hung up.
‘At least it’s a nice day,’ Blaine said, gesturing to the bright autumn sunshine.
‘And we don’t have to spend it at McKinley,’ Kurt replied.
There was another awkward silence.
‘Maybe we should have the radio on,’ Blaine said, after a moment.
‘Good plan,’ Finn said quickly. Blaine turned on the radio, and smiled as Teenage Dream filled the car.
‘Does this count as "our" song,’ he asked Kurt.
‘Well, it’s that or Dancing Queen,’ Kurt replied.
‘Or Blackbird,’ Blaine suggested.
Kurt smiled at him. ‘Choices, choices.’
~*~*~
Three hours later, Kurt had propped his feet up on the dashboard, Blaine’s chosen radio station had exhausted its supply of Katy Perry songs and moved on to Maroon 5, and the Anderson’s summer home was finally in sight. With a sigh of relief, Blaine pulled up in front of the three-storey, white-washed beach house and turned off the engine.
They had barely stepped out of the car when a second car pulled up alongside and Santana, Quinn, and Brittany got out.
‘Very nice,’ Quinn said, nodding approvingly at the summer house.
Blaine smiled and reached back into the car to flip the boot release. ‘It’s nothing special,’ he murmured.
Santana looked at him sceptically. ‘I’d love to see your idea of special.’ She looked accusingly at Kurt. ‘Why didn’t you tell us you’d snagged Richie Rich?’
Blaine looked uncomfortable and Kurt raised both hands and said. ‘Okay guys, calm down. Let me just remind you that this is Port Clinton, Ohio, not Newport, Rhode Island, okay?’
Blaine smiled gratefully at Kurt. ‘Exactly.’
As they spoke, a third car pulled up and Puck climbed out the back seat. ‘Dude,’ he said to Blaine, ‘Nice mansion.’
Santana turned to Puck and made an exaggerated shushing noise. ‘We’re not to talk about Blaine’s vast millions,’ she said. ‘He’s pretending to be one of the poor kids.’
‘He’s not doing very well,’ Puck retorted, still staring at the beach house. Blaine sighed.
‘Let’s just...go inside, shall we?’ Kurt suggested.
~*~*~
After they had unpacked all the luggage and piled it in the centre of Blaine’s "front room" - a large open space comprising a kitchen area, collection of couches, and, off to one side, a dining table and chairs - Blaine called for attention.
‘There’re only five bedrooms,’ he began, ignoring the looks being exchanged over his "only", ‘so you’ll have to share. Artie,’ he said, ‘there’s a sofa-bed in the study, that can be used as a sixth bedroom and we have a downstairs bathroom right next to it.’ Artie nodded, appreciatively. ‘Right, well, I’ll take the top room; you can pick which of the other rooms you want.’ He grabbed his case and headed for the stairs.
The rest of the group followed happily, chatting about who would be sharing and which room to take, but Finn drew Kurt to one side. ‘Kurt, this is not just a beach house. And what was that in the car?’
Kurt sighed. ‘Look,’ he said, ‘Blaine didn’t ask his parents because he doesn’t speak to them. Or, rather, they don’t speak to him. They go on holiday for the whole school term and they basically just ignore him during the holidays. When Blaine transferred to McKinley, the school sent them the papers to sign and they signed them and sent them back to the school, not a word to Blaine.’
‘So, he’s living alone?’ Finn asked. ‘What about money?’
Kurt shrugged. ‘Why do you think he works so much? They pay the bills, but for everything else he’s on his own. I told you,’ he said, in response to Finn’s stunned expression, ‘Blaine’s not rich.’
Suddenly Blaine reappeared in the front room. ‘Kurt,’ he said, coming up to the two boys, ‘you’re in with me, okay? Can you give me a hand with your luggage?’
‘Sure,’ Kurt said brightly. He reached out for the larger of the two cases, but Blaine covered his hand on the handle.
‘I’ll get that one,’ he said, smiling fondly at Kurt. ‘You get the vanity case and the one with all your hair products.’ He nodded to a mid-sized case and Kurt rolled his eyes.
‘If anyone could be accused of having too much product, it would be you,’ Kurt teased.
‘So that case is for your scarves, then?’ Blaine asked facetiously.
Finn watched, his expression troubled, as the two boys disappeared upstairs bickering playfully.
~*~*~
‘Here we are,’ Blaine said, hefting the case into the attic bedroom. ‘Thought this would make you feel at home.’
Following behind, Kurt looked around the pale-toned room and smiled. ‘Very nice,’ he said. As he spun around to take in the room, his eyes fell on the double bed in the middle of the room. Peering around, he saw a vanity table, wardrobe, and a luxurious bathroom beyond, but only one bed.
‘What’s wrong?’ Blaine asked, noticing the look of wide-eyed panic on Kurt’s face.
‘What? Nothing,’ Kurt said, in a high, unconvincing voice. Blaine raised one eyebrow. Kurt sighed. ‘I just, couldn’t help but notice that there’s only one bed.’
Blaine looked from Kurt to the bed and back again. Suddenly, he laughed quietly, and crossed the room. ‘Kurt,’ he said, placing one hand on each of Kurt’s arms and looking deep into his eyes, ‘I promise, our first time together will not be within ear-shot of your step-brother, your future sister-in-law, and seven of your closest friends, okay?’ Kurt breathed a sigh of relief, and Blaine smiled and kissed him lightly. ‘Now start unpacking; we’ve only got six hours until dinner.’
Kurt glared at him playfully and reached for the nearest case.
x-posted to gleefic, kurt_blaine
Title: A Minor Musical Mutiny
Rating: PG
Pairings: Kurt/Blaine, Rachel/Finn, Mike/Tina, Brittany/Santana
Spoilers: Episode 3.3 (Asian F), set shortly after Asian F, but AU from then on.
Warnings: None
Word Count: ~1,500
Summary: When Will plans to take up their holiday weekend with rehersals, the Glee Club up sticks and head out of Lima for a beach vacation.
Author’s Note: If you're looking for intense emotion and drama, this is not for you (although, you are, of course, welcome to read on anyway). If you're looking for fluff so sweet it'll put you in a sugar coma, welcome to the Candy Shoppe.
Chapter 1
Previous Chapter
‘So,’ Finn said, after they had travelled in silence for nearly an hour, ‘Blaine, you have much trouble convincing your parents to let you use the summer home?’
Blaine shrugged. ‘It’s empty at this time of year anyway,’ he said, avoiding the question.
Finn smiled wryly. ‘Yeah, but I can’t imagine our folks being too happy about a bunch of teenagers descending on their house for a long weekend.’
‘It’s fine,’ Blaine said, his expression closed. Kurt caught Finn’s eye in the rear view mirror and shook his head minutely, eyes wide. Finn dropped the subject. The group lapsed back into silence; Blaine focused on the road ahead, the other three staring out the windows at the barely-moving traffic.
‘It’s really backed up,’ Finn said, trying again.
‘I guess everyone had the same idea as us,’ Kurt said brightly.
‘Probably not for the same reasons,’ Blaine said, nodding as a car driven by a frail old man inched along the freeway. Kurt laughed quietly and Blaine smiled. Blaine’s phone rang in its hands-free rest. Reaching out, Blaine answered the call.
‘I don’t know about you guys, but we’re barely moving here,’ Tina said, without pre-amble.
‘Same,’ Blaine said, tapping a finger on the steering wheel.
‘Who’ve you got?’ Kurt called.
‘Me, Mike, Artie, and Puck,’ Tina replied. ‘Mike’s driving.’
‘Hi guys!’ Kurt called. There was a chorus of greetings from the other end. ‘Are our Cheerios travelling together?’
‘I guess, so,’ Tina said. ‘Hang on, we’ll find out.’ A series of beeps, and a ring tone sounded down the line.
‘Cheerleader Central,’ Brittany said, cheerfully.
‘Guess that answers that question,’ Tina said wryly.
‘Did I get it right?’ Brittany asked, excitedly.
‘Yes,’ Kurt said quickly, smiling at Blaine and covering his tapping fingers with one hand. Blaine smiled, and stopped.
‘Awesome.’
‘We’re all stuck in the holiday traffic,’ Kurt explained. ‘What about you?’
‘How did you get all of you into one car?’ Brittany asked, confused.
‘We didn’t,’ Tina replied, ‘we’re in two cars, conference calling.’
‘Oh,’ Brittany said. ‘That makes more sense.’
‘Yes,’ Santana called, ‘we’re backed up on I-75. Hell, I could probably walk faster than this.’
‘Look,’ Kurt said soothingly, ‘even at this speed, it’ll still only take us a couple of hours to get to the turn off. Traffic’ll be much better once we get off the freeway.’
‘It better be,’ Santana said balefully. ‘We’ll check in with you again when we get to the exit.’ She cut the call.
‘Sounds like a plan,’ Tina said.
‘Counting the minutes,’ Kurt called. Blaine laughed silently. Tina hung up.
‘At least it’s a nice day,’ Blaine said, gesturing to the bright autumn sunshine.
‘And we don’t have to spend it at McKinley,’ Kurt replied.
There was another awkward silence.
‘Maybe we should have the radio on,’ Blaine said, after a moment.
‘Good plan,’ Finn said quickly. Blaine turned on the radio, and smiled as Teenage Dream filled the car.
‘Does this count as "our" song,’ he asked Kurt.
‘Well, it’s that or Dancing Queen,’ Kurt replied.
‘Or Blackbird,’ Blaine suggested.
Kurt smiled at him. ‘Choices, choices.’
~*~*~
Three hours later, Kurt had propped his feet up on the dashboard, Blaine’s chosen radio station had exhausted its supply of Katy Perry songs and moved on to Maroon 5, and the Anderson’s summer home was finally in sight. With a sigh of relief, Blaine pulled up in front of the three-storey, white-washed beach house and turned off the engine.
They had barely stepped out of the car when a second car pulled up alongside and Santana, Quinn, and Brittany got out.
‘Very nice,’ Quinn said, nodding approvingly at the summer house.
Blaine smiled and reached back into the car to flip the boot release. ‘It’s nothing special,’ he murmured.
Santana looked at him sceptically. ‘I’d love to see your idea of special.’ She looked accusingly at Kurt. ‘Why didn’t you tell us you’d snagged Richie Rich?’
Blaine looked uncomfortable and Kurt raised both hands and said. ‘Okay guys, calm down. Let me just remind you that this is Port Clinton, Ohio, not Newport, Rhode Island, okay?’
Blaine smiled gratefully at Kurt. ‘Exactly.’
As they spoke, a third car pulled up and Puck climbed out the back seat. ‘Dude,’ he said to Blaine, ‘Nice mansion.’
Santana turned to Puck and made an exaggerated shushing noise. ‘We’re not to talk about Blaine’s vast millions,’ she said. ‘He’s pretending to be one of the poor kids.’
‘He’s not doing very well,’ Puck retorted, still staring at the beach house. Blaine sighed.
‘Let’s just...go inside, shall we?’ Kurt suggested.
~*~*~
After they had unpacked all the luggage and piled it in the centre of Blaine’s "front room" - a large open space comprising a kitchen area, collection of couches, and, off to one side, a dining table and chairs - Blaine called for attention.
‘There’re only five bedrooms,’ he began, ignoring the looks being exchanged over his "only", ‘so you’ll have to share. Artie,’ he said, ‘there’s a sofa-bed in the study, that can be used as a sixth bedroom and we have a downstairs bathroom right next to it.’ Artie nodded, appreciatively. ‘Right, well, I’ll take the top room; you can pick which of the other rooms you want.’ He grabbed his case and headed for the stairs.
The rest of the group followed happily, chatting about who would be sharing and which room to take, but Finn drew Kurt to one side. ‘Kurt, this is not just a beach house. And what was that in the car?’
Kurt sighed. ‘Look,’ he said, ‘Blaine didn’t ask his parents because he doesn’t speak to them. Or, rather, they don’t speak to him. They go on holiday for the whole school term and they basically just ignore him during the holidays. When Blaine transferred to McKinley, the school sent them the papers to sign and they signed them and sent them back to the school, not a word to Blaine.’
‘So, he’s living alone?’ Finn asked. ‘What about money?’
Kurt shrugged. ‘Why do you think he works so much? They pay the bills, but for everything else he’s on his own. I told you,’ he said, in response to Finn’s stunned expression, ‘Blaine’s not rich.’
Suddenly Blaine reappeared in the front room. ‘Kurt,’ he said, coming up to the two boys, ‘you’re in with me, okay? Can you give me a hand with your luggage?’
‘Sure,’ Kurt said brightly. He reached out for the larger of the two cases, but Blaine covered his hand on the handle.
‘I’ll get that one,’ he said, smiling fondly at Kurt. ‘You get the vanity case and the one with all your hair products.’ He nodded to a mid-sized case and Kurt rolled his eyes.
‘If anyone could be accused of having too much product, it would be you,’ Kurt teased.
‘So that case is for your scarves, then?’ Blaine asked facetiously.
Finn watched, his expression troubled, as the two boys disappeared upstairs bickering playfully.
~*~*~
‘Here we are,’ Blaine said, hefting the case into the attic bedroom. ‘Thought this would make you feel at home.’
Following behind, Kurt looked around the pale-toned room and smiled. ‘Very nice,’ he said. As he spun around to take in the room, his eyes fell on the double bed in the middle of the room. Peering around, he saw a vanity table, wardrobe, and a luxurious bathroom beyond, but only one bed.
‘What’s wrong?’ Blaine asked, noticing the look of wide-eyed panic on Kurt’s face.
‘What? Nothing,’ Kurt said, in a high, unconvincing voice. Blaine raised one eyebrow. Kurt sighed. ‘I just, couldn’t help but notice that there’s only one bed.’
Blaine looked from Kurt to the bed and back again. Suddenly, he laughed quietly, and crossed the room. ‘Kurt,’ he said, placing one hand on each of Kurt’s arms and looking deep into his eyes, ‘I promise, our first time together will not be within ear-shot of your step-brother, your future sister-in-law, and seven of your closest friends, okay?’ Kurt breathed a sigh of relief, and Blaine smiled and kissed him lightly. ‘Now start unpacking; we’ve only got six hours until dinner.’
Kurt glared at him playfully and reached for the nearest case.
x-posted to gleefic, kurt_blaine