Santa Tantrum
Title: Santa Tantrum
Author: gleempreg
Rating: PG13 (language)
Character/Pairings: Dave/Blaine
Warning/Spoilers: none
Disclaimer: Don't Own Glee
Summary: Glee asks a five month pregnant Dave for a favor he's not so willing to give
Notes:
-Written for the kosherrainbow Weekly Writing Challenge (8/22/11-8/28/11)
-Theme: Holidays
-Prompt: Tantrum
"Are you fucking kidding me?" Dave's voice reverberated with the extra volume distracting most of New Directions from their current tasking of transforming the choir room into a holiday wonderland. Desperately he looked around the room and unable to find his boyfriend he quietly pleaded with Santana to save him.
The Latina merely shrugged suggesting that it was perfect karma before she went back to helping her girlfriend decorating the piano.
Rachel, undeterred by is outburst continued her attempt to persuade him, "Its for the children. And I just thought..."
"Thought what?" Dave was practically shouting, and no one seemed too willing to step in the pregnant ex-jock's path. "'Dave's not enough of a freak already; let's turn him into the jolly old fat ass.' Is this some sort of twisted revenge? Because I've apologized. I'm five months pregnant. I don't want a bunch of whiny brats jumping on my lap and poking my stomach. I'm not doing it. NO. FUCK. ING. WAY."
He unceremoniously hurled the ball of a Santa suit in the direction of the trash bin before putting all his effort in make sure his exit looked less a slight waddle and more like a pissed off stride.
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"I thought I might find you here."
Dave looked up from his hiding spot in the middle of the bleachers in the empty gym as his boyfriend approached. "They told you?"
The other boy nodded. "I heard about your little tantrum yes. Kurt's lecturing Rachel as we speak. I told told her I would talk to you..."
"It was your idea too." Dave could feel his anger start, even as Blaine threw his hands up.
"Well, at the time I had just been told I had been unanimously voted as the elf...I'm not that short." He grumbled as he took a seat beside Dave. The former Dalton student sighed, "I just thought that if you were disguised as Santa the kids wouldn't stare or ask as many awkward questions and you'd feel a little more comfortable."
Dave closed his eyes, feeling even more embarrassed and ashamed about his earlier outburst, "I'm..."
But his apology is cut of with shake of Blaine's getting-a-bit-too-long curl topped head, "No, I should have thought Rachel's suggestion through before I agreed for you."
There was a brief patch of silence as their respective hands interlocked before Blaine spoke up once more, "I was also kind of think that I could probably talk Kurt into letting us keep the costumes for a night or two..."
It took a moment for realization to dawn for Dave, "No. No, no, no. This kids already scarred for life having to listen to all your friends...I'm not about to ruin Christmas for them too."
"Spoilsport." Blaine pouted, though from the look on Dave's face Blaine had the sneaking suspicion to talk his boyfriend into it, "Did I mention I'll be wearing tights?"
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Author: gleempreg
Rating: PG13 (language)
Character/Pairings: Dave/Blaine
Warning/Spoilers: none
Disclaimer: Don't Own Glee
Summary: Glee asks a five month pregnant Dave for a favor he's not so willing to give
Notes:
-Written for the kosherrainbow Weekly Writing Challenge (8/22/11-8/28/11)
-Theme: Holidays
-Prompt: Tantrum
"Are you fucking kidding me?" Dave's voice reverberated with the extra volume distracting most of New Directions from their current tasking of transforming the choir room into a holiday wonderland. Desperately he looked around the room and unable to find his boyfriend he quietly pleaded with Santana to save him.
The Latina merely shrugged suggesting that it was perfect karma before she went back to helping her girlfriend decorating the piano.
Rachel, undeterred by is outburst continued her attempt to persuade him, "Its for the children. And I just thought..."
"Thought what?" Dave was practically shouting, and no one seemed too willing to step in the pregnant ex-jock's path. "'Dave's not enough of a freak already; let's turn him into the jolly old fat ass.' Is this some sort of twisted revenge? Because I've apologized. I'm five months pregnant. I don't want a bunch of whiny brats jumping on my lap and poking my stomach. I'm not doing it. NO. FUCK. ING. WAY."
He unceremoniously hurled the ball of a Santa suit in the direction of the trash bin before putting all his effort in make sure his exit looked less a slight waddle and more like a pissed off stride.
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"I thought I might find you here."
Dave looked up from his hiding spot in the middle of the bleachers in the empty gym as his boyfriend approached. "They told you?"
The other boy nodded. "I heard about your little tantrum yes. Kurt's lecturing Rachel as we speak. I told told her I would talk to you..."
"It was your idea too." Dave could feel his anger start, even as Blaine threw his hands up.
"Well, at the time I had just been told I had been unanimously voted as the elf...I'm not that short." He grumbled as he took a seat beside Dave. The former Dalton student sighed, "I just thought that if you were disguised as Santa the kids wouldn't stare or ask as many awkward questions and you'd feel a little more comfortable."
Dave closed his eyes, feeling even more embarrassed and ashamed about his earlier outburst, "I'm..."
But his apology is cut of with shake of Blaine's getting-a-bit-too-long curl topped head, "No, I should have thought Rachel's suggestion through before I agreed for you."
There was a brief patch of silence as their respective hands interlocked before Blaine spoke up once more, "I was also kind of think that I could probably talk Kurt into letting us keep the costumes for a night or two..."
It took a moment for realization to dawn for Dave, "No. No, no, no. This kids already scarred for life having to listen to all your friends...I'm not about to ruin Christmas for them too."
"Spoilsport." Blaine pouted, though from the look on Dave's face Blaine had the sneaking suspicion to talk his boyfriend into it, "Did I mention I'll be wearing tights?"
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Please Check Out My Other Stories Here: ~Pot of Gold~