Title: Of Course They're Not.
Author:
dearnearscary; aka Dominant_Spoon.
Rating: PG.
Fandom/Pairing: Glee. Brittany/Tina; Kurt/Sam, Quinn/Santana. Brief Finn/Rachel.
Spoilers: They went to New York?
Warnings: Schue obliviousness.
Summary: Clearly, Brittany and Tina aren't dating. Mr. Schue would never let them room together if they were.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
AN: Shipping weaknesses? Unloved Kurtships. McColfer RPF. Tina femslash. /drool.
Honestly, none of them have any idea how Schue has missed it - Tina’s always been very affectionate with her significant others, and Brittany is…Brittany. So the fact that Schue is either more oblivious than they’ve all thought, or he’s been bribed, leaves the Gleeks in a mixture of confusion, and jealousy.
“Mr. Schue, I can assure you that Sam and I won’t be ‘getting it on’ or whatever expression it is that adults seem to think is hip and appropriate - there’s no reason to split us up!” Kurt insists vehemently, as Tina sits curled in Brittany’s lap, and the blonde fiddles with the hem of her girlfriend’s dress.
Schue sighs, and turns to Kurt for the umpteenth time to inform him, yet again, that, “Kurt, I can’t risk that. I was a teenager once too, you know - hormones are tough. You’ll be fine rooming with Mike.”
Kurt and Sam share a look of exasperation as Santana grinds her teeth, and Quinn grips the Latina’s hand a little tighter to try and prevent a casualty.
“Did Britts and Gloomy promise to let you watch or something?” she demands, her eyes aflame and her inhibitions when speaking to the authority figure completely nonexistent.
Schue blinks twice like he has legitimately no idea what’s going on, before cocking his head to the side a little and asking, “What are you talking about? Brittany and Tina aren’t -”
The Spanish teacher falls silent as he looks over at the girls in question, only to see that Brittany’s hand has disappeared somewhere beneath the layers of black fabric and lace that is Tina’s outfit, a devious smirk playing on the blonde’s lips as the Asian girl’s eyes remain scrunched tightly shut, and her teeth worry her lower lip with painful-looking intensity.
When Mr. Schuester turns back to his room chart with a bewildered expression on his face, Kurt huffs a loud, “Good Gaga,” and crosses his arms over his chest firmly. Santana mimics his expression, as Sam and Quinn just exchange eye rolls at their teacher’s utter failure of perception.
Meanwhile, Puck and Finn busy themselves with watching the dancers intently (though the latter tries to disguise it, as Rachel glares at him), Mike and Artie become immersed in a game of rock paper scissors (complete with sound effects most likely used to drown out the soft moaning noises of their mutual ex-girlfriend), and Lauren and Mercedes desperately try to enjoy the (thankfully, G-rated) sights of New York.