Fic: Gaydie Hawkins Dance, (1/3)
Originally posted by jazzy_pizzaz at Title: Gaydie Hawkins Dance, (1/3)
Fandom: Glee
Rating: PG-13 (no sex, just some cussing)
Spoilers: Up through 4x11, no references to future episodes
Pairings: (platonic, with crushing) Marley/Brittany
Warnings: Heteronormativity, homophobia, and cissexism
Word Count: 1562
Description: The Sadie Hawkins dance challenges three straight students’ heteronormative assumptions. This fic was born from two scenes that I thought would happen as I watched 4x11 unfold (Brittany flirts with Marley, Tina gets Sam to dance with Blaine) and one I wished would happen (a storyline with Unique). I also wrote it because I was irritated that no straight students realized the idea of the dance wasn’t inclusive.
Also on AO3.
[This is my first attempt at fanfiction!! Please do not be afraid to throw criticism at me! I want to know if this story is terrible or decent. I won’t take your views personally-- either I’ll consider your opinion or I’ll ignore it. Also, of course please leave comments, reblog, share, and heap praise upon my awesome skillz.]
While leaving the classroom heading down the hall, Marley was wrapped up in her thoughts before Brittany caught up with her, bouncing and skipping happily.
“Can I talk to you for a second?”
Marley blinked in surprise and smiled shyly off to the side. “Yeah, of course.”
Of course Brittany could talk to her-- she was Brittany S. Pierce, popular blonde cheerleader, dating Sam Evans, hilarious schoolwide heartthrob. Sure they were all in Glee together, but that didn’t mean they were friends outside of the club. Especially post-Sectionals, Marley was pretty sure everyone secretly resented her, even though no one blamed her vocally except Tina. And really Tina just seemed bitter about everything, not just Marley. But Brittany was on the team last year that won Nationals, surely she was disappointed at very least in Marley’s performance for the team.
Besides, Brittany did whatever she wanted, even if it meant coloring during class instead of taking notes (or maybe she was taking notes with crayon?), so she didn’t need to ask to talk to Marley.
“Umm...my name is Brittany,” Brittany said when Marley didn’t continue speaking. She smiled sunnily, tilted her head, and paused for a response.
“I know...” It wasn’t just that Brittany was a Cheerio that Marley was nervous around her, because it wasn’t like Marley had ever heard of her bitching out anyone like the other cheerleaders did. It was that, when the group was sitting around before Glee started or during lunch, Marley was just never quite sure how to react to what Brittany was talking about. Tina would sometimes bluntly explain that Brittany was wrong. Sam would agree with Brittany and go off on an excited tangent, speaking in voices (presumably from movies Marley hadn’t seen) and ranting about conspiracy theories he had that confirmed her statement. However, most other people, like Blaine, just nodded seriously then continued on with the conversation. Marley, however, was left there quiet and feeling like she had missed something important between the words. The truth was whenever Brittany would talk in Glee or at lunch, it made Marley feel like she was one step behind.
Marley got the sense that in actuality Brittany understood way more than most people assumed, she just had no idea what that was.
So yes, sure Brittany was a second-year senior in the same math class as Marley, a sophomore, and she was barely pulling a C at that... But the fact was actually that it was Brittany that often made Marley feel dumb and that was intimidating.
“Okay, I just wanted to be sure since we’ve never actually had a conversation before. And this is exciting!” Brittany giggled almost nervously at the end of that, probably because Marley was acting so awkward.
“Anyway... I was wondering if you would like to come to the dance with me?” Brittany kept smiling sunnily, still tilting her head, and again waiting for Marley to catch on to what she was talking about.
“What?!” Marley shouted a bit too loudly, whipping her head up from where she was looking at the ground. Other people in the hallway stopped to look at them, so Marley lowered her voice. “Like as your date?”
“Sure! Unless you’re already planning to ask Mercedes?”
“Uhh what? No... I mean... I thought you were going with Sam?”
“Well, we’re basically the same person, so I still need a date. For prom last year Santana was my date, and the year before that everyone else’s date was my date, but this year Sam and I became one under the Mayan gods, even if we’re not married on this world. Honestly, sometimes even I can’t tell us apart. Anyway I still need a date. I was going to sing to you, but I didn’t know the rules. Is it that girls are supposed to ask guys or that only girls can ask? In either case, if Mercedes is dressed as a boy today, I think that means you can sing to her at Glee.”
“What? You mean Unique? I’m not asking Unique to be my date to the dance, she’s my best friend!” They had now arrived at Marley’s locker, so to mask her confusion and buy time she started fumbling with the lock and shoving her books inside.
“Santana is my best friend, and she was my date last year, so you can still take her to the dance. If you want help asking Mercedes, you can sing with me today, I won’t mind. Santana and I had to have Ms. Holliday sing with us, before she would admit that she loved me.” Brittany said it all so comforting, as if Marley was nervous about asking Unique because she was confused about romantic feelings towards her. For a second Marley opened her mouth to thank Brittany, before remembering that wait, no, she definitely wanted to ask a boy to the dance. And not just any boy at that.
“I’m not in love with Unique, we’re just friends.”
“Great! Then you should be my date. We’ll dance together and then we can go back to my place and have some sweet lady kisses. Also, I’m really great at interesting lady sex, so it’s okay if it’s your first time.”
Marley, as she was trying to unearth a sweater from the back of her locker, pulled too hard in surprise and all her books scattered across the floor. “Uhh sorry Brittany, I’m not a lesbian, and I’ve only been kissed once. I don’t even know if I want to kiss Jake. Uhh I mean kiss a boy. The boy go with to the dance.”
Brittany squatted down, helping gather the various sheet music that had flown across the hall. “Hmm... I was pretty sure you were a butterfly and liked to taste the rainbow like me, since you’re the only girl that wears pants in Glee.” Brittany stopped, considering something. “Well, except Mercedes, but that’s just when she’s pretending to be a boy. She doesn’t actually like wearing pants.” As if that explained everything; it just confused Marley more.
“I don’t... I mean... I don’t want to go as your date, Brittany, sorry.”
“You just look so droopy, like a droopy butterfly, I thought maybe some scissoring could cheer you up. It always cheered Santana up... You could sing to Jake and Ryder at the same time then, if you’re not sure which boy to ask. They’re friends now, they won’t beat each other up anymore.”
Brittany glanced at Marley, must noticed her confused face, and continued on after a moment, “It’s okay if you don’t want to do that either. Maybe asking two guys is more intimidating than just asking one... Hot damn! I should totally pass math this time with arithmetic like that. Anyway I just notice whenever you look at Jake you get a really sad look on your face. If it’s quiet enough, I can actually hear you whimpering like a suckling puppy. If you’re not planning to ask Mercedes, then I think you want to ask him to the dance but you’re afraid to.” Brittany put back all the papers she had collected in the locker.
Marley put her books in the locker and closed the door. She breathed a sigh of relief that Brittany was no longer calling her a butterfly or asking about her pants or calling Unique Mercedes. She could almost follow this conversation now. “We went out on a couple dates and it was really really nice. But then after I fainted at sectionals, he started acting really strange. He stopped calling me and he’s acting all mysterious. I’m afraid he’ll just say no.”
“Can I make a suggestion then? You need to find your power, and I can help you do that.” Brittany started walking down the hall. Right after Marley’s confession! Maybe this was Brittany’s way of telling her she was bored of listening to her problems?
“Where are you going?”
“We’re going to sing a song together. And, the music usually starts when I say something like ‘It’s Brittany, bitch’ or I do one of my magical turns.”
Before she knew what was happening, Marley and Brittany were both wearing gauzy blue dresses and the music for “Tell Him” was starting up. Marley looked around in wonder and shrugged her shoulders. Maybe Brittany was confusing, but at least now she knew that she’d never make fun of Marley for not understanding what she was saying.
As the girls all danced around, twirling and fanning the skirts, Marley wondered what she would have done if she had wanted to ask Unique. Was it against the rules for a girl to ask another girl out for Sadie Hawkins? Was Brittany right about that? If Santana was still here, which girl would have asked the other to the dance? Were there any other gay girls at McKinley that didn’t know if they were allowed to go with each other to the dance? It must be confusing to be a lesbian in Lima, with events like this, but if Brittany last year was anything like Brittany this year, she probably navigated situations like this without worrying or wondering what people would think like Marley did.
As Marley took center stage to sing her lines straight at Jake, she made a note to save at least one dance for Brittany.
Fandom: Glee
Rating: PG-13 (no sex, just some cussing)
Spoilers: Up through 4x11, no references to future episodes
Pairings: (platonic, with crushing) Marley/Brittany
Warnings: Heteronormativity, homophobia, and cissexism
Word Count: 1562
Description: The Sadie Hawkins dance challenges three straight students’ heteronormative assumptions. This fic was born from two scenes that I thought would happen as I watched 4x11 unfold (Brittany flirts with Marley, Tina gets Sam to dance with Blaine) and one I wished would happen (a storyline with Unique). I also wrote it because I was irritated that no straight students realized the idea of the dance wasn’t inclusive.
Also on AO3.
[This is my first attempt at fanfiction!! Please do not be afraid to throw criticism at me! I want to know if this story is terrible or decent. I won’t take your views personally-- either I’ll consider your opinion or I’ll ignore it. Also, of course please leave comments, reblog, share, and heap praise upon my awesome skillz.]
While leaving the classroom heading down the hall, Marley was wrapped up in her thoughts before Brittany caught up with her, bouncing and skipping happily.
“Can I talk to you for a second?”
Marley blinked in surprise and smiled shyly off to the side. “Yeah, of course.”
Of course Brittany could talk to her-- she was Brittany S. Pierce, popular blonde cheerleader, dating Sam Evans, hilarious schoolwide heartthrob. Sure they were all in Glee together, but that didn’t mean they were friends outside of the club. Especially post-Sectionals, Marley was pretty sure everyone secretly resented her, even though no one blamed her vocally except Tina. And really Tina just seemed bitter about everything, not just Marley. But Brittany was on the team last year that won Nationals, surely she was disappointed at very least in Marley’s performance for the team.
Besides, Brittany did whatever she wanted, even if it meant coloring during class instead of taking notes (or maybe she was taking notes with crayon?), so she didn’t need to ask to talk to Marley.
“Umm...my name is Brittany,” Brittany said when Marley didn’t continue speaking. She smiled sunnily, tilted her head, and paused for a response.
“I know...” It wasn’t just that Brittany was a Cheerio that Marley was nervous around her, because it wasn’t like Marley had ever heard of her bitching out anyone like the other cheerleaders did. It was that, when the group was sitting around before Glee started or during lunch, Marley was just never quite sure how to react to what Brittany was talking about. Tina would sometimes bluntly explain that Brittany was wrong. Sam would agree with Brittany and go off on an excited tangent, speaking in voices (presumably from movies Marley hadn’t seen) and ranting about conspiracy theories he had that confirmed her statement. However, most other people, like Blaine, just nodded seriously then continued on with the conversation. Marley, however, was left there quiet and feeling like she had missed something important between the words. The truth was whenever Brittany would talk in Glee or at lunch, it made Marley feel like she was one step behind.
Marley got the sense that in actuality Brittany understood way more than most people assumed, she just had no idea what that was.
So yes, sure Brittany was a second-year senior in the same math class as Marley, a sophomore, and she was barely pulling a C at that... But the fact was actually that it was Brittany that often made Marley feel dumb and that was intimidating.
“Okay, I just wanted to be sure since we’ve never actually had a conversation before. And this is exciting!” Brittany giggled almost nervously at the end of that, probably because Marley was acting so awkward.
“Anyway... I was wondering if you would like to come to the dance with me?” Brittany kept smiling sunnily, still tilting her head, and again waiting for Marley to catch on to what she was talking about.
“What?!” Marley shouted a bit too loudly, whipping her head up from where she was looking at the ground. Other people in the hallway stopped to look at them, so Marley lowered her voice. “Like as your date?”
“Sure! Unless you’re already planning to ask Mercedes?”
“Uhh what? No... I mean... I thought you were going with Sam?”
“Well, we’re basically the same person, so I still need a date. For prom last year Santana was my date, and the year before that everyone else’s date was my date, but this year Sam and I became one under the Mayan gods, even if we’re not married on this world. Honestly, sometimes even I can’t tell us apart. Anyway I still need a date. I was going to sing to you, but I didn’t know the rules. Is it that girls are supposed to ask guys or that only girls can ask? In either case, if Mercedes is dressed as a boy today, I think that means you can sing to her at Glee.”
“What? You mean Unique? I’m not asking Unique to be my date to the dance, she’s my best friend!” They had now arrived at Marley’s locker, so to mask her confusion and buy time she started fumbling with the lock and shoving her books inside.
“Santana is my best friend, and she was my date last year, so you can still take her to the dance. If you want help asking Mercedes, you can sing with me today, I won’t mind. Santana and I had to have Ms. Holliday sing with us, before she would admit that she loved me.” Brittany said it all so comforting, as if Marley was nervous about asking Unique because she was confused about romantic feelings towards her. For a second Marley opened her mouth to thank Brittany, before remembering that wait, no, she definitely wanted to ask a boy to the dance. And not just any boy at that.
“I’m not in love with Unique, we’re just friends.”
“Great! Then you should be my date. We’ll dance together and then we can go back to my place and have some sweet lady kisses. Also, I’m really great at interesting lady sex, so it’s okay if it’s your first time.”
Marley, as she was trying to unearth a sweater from the back of her locker, pulled too hard in surprise and all her books scattered across the floor. “Uhh sorry Brittany, I’m not a lesbian, and I’ve only been kissed once. I don’t even know if I want to kiss Jake. Uhh I mean kiss a boy. The boy go with to the dance.”
Brittany squatted down, helping gather the various sheet music that had flown across the hall. “Hmm... I was pretty sure you were a butterfly and liked to taste the rainbow like me, since you’re the only girl that wears pants in Glee.” Brittany stopped, considering something. “Well, except Mercedes, but that’s just when she’s pretending to be a boy. She doesn’t actually like wearing pants.” As if that explained everything; it just confused Marley more.
“I don’t... I mean... I don’t want to go as your date, Brittany, sorry.”
“You just look so droopy, like a droopy butterfly, I thought maybe some scissoring could cheer you up. It always cheered Santana up... You could sing to Jake and Ryder at the same time then, if you’re not sure which boy to ask. They’re friends now, they won’t beat each other up anymore.”
Brittany glanced at Marley, must noticed her confused face, and continued on after a moment, “It’s okay if you don’t want to do that either. Maybe asking two guys is more intimidating than just asking one... Hot damn! I should totally pass math this time with arithmetic like that. Anyway I just notice whenever you look at Jake you get a really sad look on your face. If it’s quiet enough, I can actually hear you whimpering like a suckling puppy. If you’re not planning to ask Mercedes, then I think you want to ask him to the dance but you’re afraid to.” Brittany put back all the papers she had collected in the locker.
Marley put her books in the locker and closed the door. She breathed a sigh of relief that Brittany was no longer calling her a butterfly or asking about her pants or calling Unique Mercedes. She could almost follow this conversation now. “We went out on a couple dates and it was really really nice. But then after I fainted at sectionals, he started acting really strange. He stopped calling me and he’s acting all mysterious. I’m afraid he’ll just say no.”
“Can I make a suggestion then? You need to find your power, and I can help you do that.” Brittany started walking down the hall. Right after Marley’s confession! Maybe this was Brittany’s way of telling her she was bored of listening to her problems?
“Where are you going?”
“We’re going to sing a song together. And, the music usually starts when I say something like ‘It’s Brittany, bitch’ or I do one of my magical turns.”
Before she knew what was happening, Marley and Brittany were both wearing gauzy blue dresses and the music for “Tell Him” was starting up. Marley looked around in wonder and shrugged her shoulders. Maybe Brittany was confusing, but at least now she knew that she’d never make fun of Marley for not understanding what she was saying.
As the girls all danced around, twirling and fanning the skirts, Marley wondered what she would have done if she had wanted to ask Unique. Was it against the rules for a girl to ask another girl out for Sadie Hawkins? Was Brittany right about that? If Santana was still here, which girl would have asked the other to the dance? Were there any other gay girls at McKinley that didn’t know if they were allowed to go with each other to the dance? It must be confusing to be a lesbian in Lima, with events like this, but if Brittany last year was anything like Brittany this year, she probably navigated situations like this without worrying or wondering what people would think like Marley did.
As Marley took center stage to sing her lines straight at Jake, she made a note to save at least one dance for Brittany.