Fifth Prompt Post
Welcome to the Glee Angst Meme again! You know how these things work. You can come here and prompt your most angsty prompts, and write stories filling those angsty prompts to let our characters suffer
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"I'll do it," Kurt interrupted, closing his locker and pointing a finger at her. "Your house, after school. We'll start with the animal sweaters - I'll bring garbage bags and gasoline."
She glanced down at her bright purple moose sweater uncertainly, but Kurt was already leaving. Smiling like she did when something went her way, Rachel turned, heading off to her next class with a cute little bounce in her step.
Confused, Finn watched them both go. He wasn't really sure what'd just happened, but he really didn't like it.
*
Rachel hummed to herself as she walked out of her third period chemistry class, feeling the satisfaction that only achieving one's goals can bring. It had been two days since her revelation, and while it was true that Kurt had yet to realise his deep feelings for her, she was confident that they were well on their way to the start of their fairytale romance.
Like any true achiever, she'd broken down her idea into a series of defined steps that were guaranteed to get her into Kurt's arms in no time.
Phase one of her plan the night before had meant the sacrifice of a good portion of her wardrobe - including her favourite red and yellow polka-dot skirt, after Kurt had said it made her look like a sad clown hooker. She could only hope the Goodwill store they'd given it to would let her buy it back once she and Kurt were girlfriend and boyfriend.
She'd even managed to secure a shopping date that night to replace the clothes they'd gotten rid of. While Kurt's taste in clothes was quite eclectic compared to her own, the brilliance of Rachel's plan lay in allowing him to dress her as he wanted. Without even realising it, Kurt would be transforming her into his dream girl.
Rachel just had to hope her dads wouldn't question the expenses being charged to their credit card - Kurt's tastes didn't run cheap, either. She'd have to convince them the makeover was an important part of developing her image as a leading lady.
She squared her shoulders, determined. It would all be worth it when she and Kurt became the new glee club power couple.
Now, it was time for the next stage of her plan: a thoughtful gift that spoke to their connection and future together, paired with a well-placed compliment that demonstrated her high regard for him.
Spotting Kurt at his locker again, she headed straight for him with a winning smile.
"Kurt! I wanted you to know that you did a very good job of blending with the other background singers in glee today. Normally, your voice can be somewhat overpowering in its pitch, but you managed to be indistinct enough to allow me to shine as the true star of the song. It's reassuring to know that my talent will be properly highlighted against a flat backdrop of singers at Nationals."
"Why, thank you, Rachel," Kurt said dryly. "It's always nice to know one's work is acceptably average."
She dropped her gaze as a small thrill of satisfaction ran through her. So far, phase two was a success. She watched him out of the corner of her eyes, feigning uncertainty.
"Of course, it's such a big burden - carrying Nationals all by myself," she said, toying with the edge of her binder. "I- I wouldn't want to let my fellow glee club members down - not when so many of you will likely be called on to provide quotes for my future best-selling biography."
Kurt quirked his eyebrows as he checked his hair in his locker mirror. Rachel couldn't help but imagine how flawless they'd look in their tabloid photos together someday - she appreciated a romantic partner who was as prepared for paparazzi ambushes as she was.
"Oh, I'm sure you'll manage to steal the spotlight just fine, Rachel," he said, smoothing his fringe into place. "You always do."
Pleased at his praise, Rachel smiled to herself. Time for the second half of phase two.
Shyly, she opened the cover of her binder to produce the gift she'd spent most of that morning working on.
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