Well, One Does One's Best [tina/holly preslash]
Title: Well, One Does One's Best
Rating: G.
Fandom/Pairing: Glee. Tina/ Holly preslash.
Spoilers: Everything aired, for safety.
Warnings: Implied inappropriate student-teacher relations in the future; shitty nonending.
Summary: Holly is a crazy lady who offers to dye Tina's hair, but Tina thinks she's probably just unique.
Words: 240.
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee, or any of the lyrics to "Masquerade" from the Phantom of the Opera.
a/n: For the fairytale prompt "Rapunzel." Also: 1) Out of all the nonsensical lyrical titles I've had, this is the worst. 2) I'm never doing one of these claim things again. 3) That second one's probably a lie, but number one still stands.
Running into teachers outside of school is alarming, but it’s decidedly less so with Miss Holiday. She wasn’t as much a teacher as a friend with authority over them, anyway, Tina always thought.
She returns Miss Holiday’s - Holly, the blonde woman (seemingly also perusing hair dyes) insists, and the name feels exciting on Tina’s tongue - grin, and inquires with a little more than casual interest, “What are you doing back? I thought you were in Cleveland.”
Holly waves a dismissive hand, and makes an Eh-like noise in answer. Tina takes that to mean something to the effect of I was, and I got bored, so now I’m not, and nods politely.
“So what about you? Looking for something to replace the blue?” Holly asks, a familiar twinkle in her eyes, as she nods at the row of sunny and wheat and tigress yellows that Tina had been surreptitiously scanning.
Something about Holly makes Tina feel completely unabashed, and she laughs as she mirrors Holly’s earlier hand gesture. “I was thinking about trying something new. Any suggestions?”
Without missing a beat, Holly claps her hands together in an oddly appropriate display of eagerness, and grabs a kit with promises of Oklahoma field-esque dark-blond locks from the shelf. “I’ll do you one better - I’ll supervise the process myself. Then, if it turns out bad and those friends of yours grill you about it, you can just say it’s some crazy lady’s fault.”
Rating: G.
Fandom/Pairing: Glee. Tina/ Holly preslash.
Spoilers: Everything aired, for safety.
Warnings: Implied inappropriate student-teacher relations in the future; shitty nonending.
Summary: Holly is a crazy lady who offers to dye Tina's hair, but Tina thinks she's probably just unique.
Words: 240.
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee, or any of the lyrics to "Masquerade" from the Phantom of the Opera.
a/n: For the fairytale prompt "Rapunzel." Also: 1) Out of all the nonsensical lyrical titles I've had, this is the worst. 2) I'm never doing one of these claim things again. 3) That second one's probably a lie, but number one still stands.
Running into teachers outside of school is alarming, but it’s decidedly less so with Miss Holiday. She wasn’t as much a teacher as a friend with authority over them, anyway, Tina always thought.
She returns Miss Holiday’s - Holly, the blonde woman (seemingly also perusing hair dyes) insists, and the name feels exciting on Tina’s tongue - grin, and inquires with a little more than casual interest, “What are you doing back? I thought you were in Cleveland.”
Holly waves a dismissive hand, and makes an Eh-like noise in answer. Tina takes that to mean something to the effect of I was, and I got bored, so now I’m not, and nods politely.
“So what about you? Looking for something to replace the blue?” Holly asks, a familiar twinkle in her eyes, as she nods at the row of sunny and wheat and tigress yellows that Tina had been surreptitiously scanning.
Something about Holly makes Tina feel completely unabashed, and she laughs as she mirrors Holly’s earlier hand gesture. “I was thinking about trying something new. Any suggestions?”
Without missing a beat, Holly claps her hands together in an oddly appropriate display of eagerness, and grabs a kit with promises of Oklahoma field-esque dark-blond locks from the shelf. “I’ll do you one better - I’ll supervise the process myself. Then, if it turns out bad and those friends of yours grill you about it, you can just say it’s some crazy lady’s fault.”