Glee Fanfiction
Matt has never seen so many rainbows in his whole life.
Matt’s not sure how he ended up here - no, no that’s a lie. He knows exactly how he ended up here. It had everything to do with Kurt’s lips on his neck and Mike’s fingers working at his belt and when they asked him to go with them how the hell was he supposed to say anything other than “yes, yes, oh god, whatever you want, yes”?
Later, he thought about reminding them that nothing a guy says during sex can be taken seriously, but they both looked so excited that he didn’t have the heart to tell them no. (And, to be fair, he did get some really great sex out of agreeing.)
So he begs his parents to let him take the car on a weekend road trip and he sits through the most awkward dinner of his life with the Hummel-Hudson family - the night ends with both Burt and Finn threatening him and Mike - but they get permission to go, so it’s all worth it in the end (if he were a lovesick sap, he might say something about how it would’ve been worth it for the way that Kurt smiled at him, but he’s not, so he doesn’t think anything of the sort).
Three hours, two fights over the music, and countless Diet Cokes later, they arrive in Cleveland, OH, just in time for Pride to begin.
It’s very bright. And loud. And kind of overwhelming.
See, Matt doesn’t have any problem being in Glee or being gay or even being in a relationship with two other guys. It’s just sometimes, he has difficulties being out.
Even though the whole school knows - Mercedes Jones has a big mouth - he often finds himself fighting the urge to pull away from Kurt whenever he sees one of his football teammates walking past. The first and only time he actually did pull his hand back, Kurt refused to speak with him for three days, and Mike shoved him into some lockers and asked what hell did he think he was doing?
Kurt’s closet has always been made of glass and Mike is happy to be a sweet, doting boyfriend, but Matt used to be one of those guys - a body-slamming, slushie-throwing, tossing-kids-like-Kurt-into-dumpsters guy. He’s trying his hardest to break those habits every day, though, and he supposes a Pride Festival is a step in the right direction.
After he gets past the rainbows, the festival turns out to be pretty cool.
Kurt drags them to every booth and they pick up what must be a hundred flyers and buttons and bracelets and whatever else free stuff people are giving away (like condoms, lots of condoms; they are going to make good use of that hotel room tonight). They each get a t-shirt and Kurt talks him into buying a dog tag necklace with a triangle stamped onto it.
“It takes three sides to make a triangle,” Kurt mumbles, shy and quiet and adorable and Matt can’t say no.
On the other hand, he can say no to the rainbow Afro wig that Mike finds.
“Dude, come on, it’s awesome.”
“It makes me look like Jacob Ben Israel.”
He pulls a face, but puts the silly thing back.
Kurt buys a blue raspberry popsicle and eats it in the most suggestive way possible. (There is no way he’s not doing that on purpose, because he definitely, definitely just winked.)
Matt isn’t in the habit of resisting temptation, especially not when his boyfriend is just offering it up like that, but he does wait until Kurt finishes off the last of the sugary treat before he grabs the smaller boy around the waist and spins him around.
“Matt! You brute, put me down!” Kurt is shrieking, but laughing and smiling as he kicks his legs out.
He does put him down eventually and then promptly backs him into a tree, leaning down to catch his blue-stained mouth in a kiss. Kurt’s lips are sticky and sweet, Matt discovers as he swipes his tongue over them.
There’s a flash and a distinctive whirr and Matt pulls back to see Mike standing there grinning and holding a camera.
He freezes for a moment, thinking oh crap, what if someone saw that? But then he realizes something. Everyone probably did see that. And not one of them cares. No one is about to throw a slushie at them, no one is about to yell a slur across the hall, no one is even looking at them strangely - in fact the only people looking at them are a couple running the booth five feet away and they’re smiling at them.
It’s weird, but Matt suddenly feels lighter and more joyous, so he twirls Kurt around again, and then chases down Mike to steal the camera from him. (Okay, so he might be a little bit of a lovesick sap, but even he can admit that he wants pictures of his two adorable boyfriends doing adorable things.)
Matt even ends up having a conversation with a lesbian named Allie, who is sitting in the shade knitting across from where Mike has met some drag queens and is apparently attempting to teach them some hip-hop moves. He thinks her mohawk is way cooler than Puck’s because hers is dyed to look like a rainbow.
“Is he your boyfriend?” She points one of her knitting needles at Kurt, who looks like he’s trading make-up tips with one of Mike’s drag queens.
“Yeah,” he says, ducking his head, “And the guy who’s dancing over there. They’re both - we’re all - ”
He’s at a loss for words to describe their relationship, but Allie just nods and says, “Awesome. You three are totally cute together.”
(He wishes that acceptance was this easy everywhere.)
Later that day, when the sun is setting and lights are flickering on across the park, Matt finds himself sitting in a grassy area in front of a stage, listening to some indie rock group belt out songs about true love or environmentalism or something, but he’s not really paying attention too it. He’s far more concerned with the way Kurt’s breath feels warm against his arm (okay, so maybe he’s a huge lovesick sap, whatever, you would be too if you were Kurt Hummel’s boyfriend).
Kurt is curled up against his side, one hand twisted in his t-shirt and the other hooked into Mike’s belt loop. Mike has his head resting against Kurt’s shoulder and he’s holding Matt’s hand behind Kurt’s back.
This is comfortable and easy. Matt never thought that he could feel like this in a public space with a thousand other people milling around, but here it doesn’t matter. Here is a safe space, one he’d never thought he’d find.
Kurt shifts and looks up at him, murmuring, “Thank you for agreeing to come with us. It would’ve felt wrong without you here.” Mike nods and squeezes his hand in agreement.
In the end, Matt is really grateful that they did decide to make this trip (for more reasons than the free condoms). But mostly, it’s because he finally realizes that it does take three sides to make a triangle, and that the triangle they make?
Well, it’s kind of perfect.
Matt’s not sure how he ended up here - no, no that’s a lie. He knows exactly how he ended up here. It had everything to do with Kurt’s lips on his neck and Mike’s fingers working at his belt and when they asked him to go with them how the hell was he supposed to say anything other than “yes, yes, oh god, whatever you want, yes”?
Later, he thought about reminding them that nothing a guy says during sex can be taken seriously, but they both looked so excited that he didn’t have the heart to tell them no. (And, to be fair, he did get some really great sex out of agreeing.)
So he begs his parents to let him take the car on a weekend road trip and he sits through the most awkward dinner of his life with the Hummel-Hudson family - the night ends with both Burt and Finn threatening him and Mike - but they get permission to go, so it’s all worth it in the end (if he were a lovesick sap, he might say something about how it would’ve been worth it for the way that Kurt smiled at him, but he’s not, so he doesn’t think anything of the sort).
Three hours, two fights over the music, and countless Diet Cokes later, they arrive in Cleveland, OH, just in time for Pride to begin.
It’s very bright. And loud. And kind of overwhelming.
See, Matt doesn’t have any problem being in Glee or being gay or even being in a relationship with two other guys. It’s just sometimes, he has difficulties being out.
Even though the whole school knows - Mercedes Jones has a big mouth - he often finds himself fighting the urge to pull away from Kurt whenever he sees one of his football teammates walking past. The first and only time he actually did pull his hand back, Kurt refused to speak with him for three days, and Mike shoved him into some lockers and asked what hell did he think he was doing?
Kurt’s closet has always been made of glass and Mike is happy to be a sweet, doting boyfriend, but Matt used to be one of those guys - a body-slamming, slushie-throwing, tossing-kids-like-Kurt-into-dumpsters guy. He’s trying his hardest to break those habits every day, though, and he supposes a Pride Festival is a step in the right direction.
After he gets past the rainbows, the festival turns out to be pretty cool.
Kurt drags them to every booth and they pick up what must be a hundred flyers and buttons and bracelets and whatever else free stuff people are giving away (like condoms, lots of condoms; they are going to make good use of that hotel room tonight). They each get a t-shirt and Kurt talks him into buying a dog tag necklace with a triangle stamped onto it.
“It takes three sides to make a triangle,” Kurt mumbles, shy and quiet and adorable and Matt can’t say no.
On the other hand, he can say no to the rainbow Afro wig that Mike finds.
“Dude, come on, it’s awesome.”
“It makes me look like Jacob Ben Israel.”
He pulls a face, but puts the silly thing back.
Kurt buys a blue raspberry popsicle and eats it in the most suggestive way possible. (There is no way he’s not doing that on purpose, because he definitely, definitely just winked.)
Matt isn’t in the habit of resisting temptation, especially not when his boyfriend is just offering it up like that, but he does wait until Kurt finishes off the last of the sugary treat before he grabs the smaller boy around the waist and spins him around.
“Matt! You brute, put me down!” Kurt is shrieking, but laughing and smiling as he kicks his legs out.
He does put him down eventually and then promptly backs him into a tree, leaning down to catch his blue-stained mouth in a kiss. Kurt’s lips are sticky and sweet, Matt discovers as he swipes his tongue over them.
There’s a flash and a distinctive whirr and Matt pulls back to see Mike standing there grinning and holding a camera.
He freezes for a moment, thinking oh crap, what if someone saw that? But then he realizes something. Everyone probably did see that. And not one of them cares. No one is about to throw a slushie at them, no one is about to yell a slur across the hall, no one is even looking at them strangely - in fact the only people looking at them are a couple running the booth five feet away and they’re smiling at them.
It’s weird, but Matt suddenly feels lighter and more joyous, so he twirls Kurt around again, and then chases down Mike to steal the camera from him. (Okay, so he might be a little bit of a lovesick sap, but even he can admit that he wants pictures of his two adorable boyfriends doing adorable things.)
Matt even ends up having a conversation with a lesbian named Allie, who is sitting in the shade knitting across from where Mike has met some drag queens and is apparently attempting to teach them some hip-hop moves. He thinks her mohawk is way cooler than Puck’s because hers is dyed to look like a rainbow.
“Is he your boyfriend?” She points one of her knitting needles at Kurt, who looks like he’s trading make-up tips with one of Mike’s drag queens.
“Yeah,” he says, ducking his head, “And the guy who’s dancing over there. They’re both - we’re all - ”
He’s at a loss for words to describe their relationship, but Allie just nods and says, “Awesome. You three are totally cute together.”
(He wishes that acceptance was this easy everywhere.)
Later that day, when the sun is setting and lights are flickering on across the park, Matt finds himself sitting in a grassy area in front of a stage, listening to some indie rock group belt out songs about true love or environmentalism or something, but he’s not really paying attention too it. He’s far more concerned with the way Kurt’s breath feels warm against his arm (okay, so maybe he’s a huge lovesick sap, whatever, you would be too if you were Kurt Hummel’s boyfriend).
Kurt is curled up against his side, one hand twisted in his t-shirt and the other hooked into Mike’s belt loop. Mike has his head resting against Kurt’s shoulder and he’s holding Matt’s hand behind Kurt’s back.
This is comfortable and easy. Matt never thought that he could feel like this in a public space with a thousand other people milling around, but here it doesn’t matter. Here is a safe space, one he’d never thought he’d find.
Kurt shifts and looks up at him, murmuring, “Thank you for agreeing to come with us. It would’ve felt wrong without you here.” Mike nods and squeezes his hand in agreement.
In the end, Matt is really grateful that they did decide to make this trip (for more reasons than the free condoms). But mostly, it’s because he finally realizes that it does take three sides to make a triangle, and that the triangle they make?
Well, it’s kind of perfect.