Glee Fic: All For One, One For All
Title: All For One, One For All
Characters/Pairings: Blaine/Kurt, Santana
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Blaine, Kurt, and Santana talk after the benefit concert (and maybe solidify some sort of quasi-friendship).
A/N: I’m just so ecstatic that this is pretty much canon.
All For One, One For All
Blaine watches from a bit of a distance as Kurt holds Mercedes’ hand, praising her amazing performance, as he not to think about how heartbreaking this is, how Kurt can’t be with his old friends because of one stupid, ignorant bully. It’s a relatively old grievance, but it’s constantly brought up afresh whenever Kurt’s on a three-way phone conversation with Mercedes and Rachel or video chatting with Tina.
He seethes at the thought of Karofsky and wonders how that guy can possibly live with himself. And more importantly, how did Blaine possibly think his shoving him would solve anything? He prides himself on being calm, cool, and collected; his behavior in the hallway was anything but.
Sighing, he pulls out his pocket watch and grimaces at the time; he needs to be home soon.
When he looks up, Tina is walking up to him, holding hands with Mike.
“Hey, thanks for coming,” she says, a smile on her face, her eyes red. His heart aches for her; she can sing so well and is never given a chance to shine, according to Kurt, and of course those terrible people had to put her down.
“Yeah, of course, I loved it. You did a great job,” he gushes, ignoring the fact that he only got to hear about a minute before she ran off stage, “I’ll have to check out that song when I get home - I’ve never heard it. But I suppose that was the point.” Then he turns his attention to Mike, “And wow, Mike, seriously. Your dancing is amazing. It puts my poor attempts at dancing to shame.”
Mike laughs. “Thanks - I had a lot of fun coming up with the routine.”
“Hey, sorry, are you ready?”
Blaine smiles at Kurt, who looks out of breath but oh-so happy. “Yeah, whenever you are.”
“Alright. I’ll see you guys later. Skype tomorrow?” Kurt directs to Tina, who nods.
They exit the auditorium with a chorus of goodbyes behind them, walking side by side, not quite touching as they walk through the hallways.
“Thanks for coming,” Kurt says, a small smile on his face as Blaine opens the door to the parking lot for him.
As soon as Blaine lets the door go behind him, he gently nudges Kurt with his shoulder. “Of course. I love seeing them perform - they’re all so talented.”
Kurt hums in agreement.
“And…you know…they’re. Well, they’re kind of becoming my friends also, so,” Blaine adds slowly, wishing he sounded a little more put together.
Kurt’s smile grows, his eyes shining with happiness. “I’m glad. Really, really glad.” Then he blushes and looks down his boots, the smile still on his face.
Their hands brush together and Kurt is the one to hesitantly take Blaine’s with a loose hold. Blaine’s skin tingles to the point of being almost painful, but it’s such a wonderful kind of ache that his breath is lost somewhere in his throat.
“Hey, guys.”
Their hands drop and the moment is lost as they whip their heads to find Santana standing a few yards away, her struts leading her closer to them.
Blaine puts the hand that was just holding Kurt’s into his pocket because he’s pretty sure it’s trembling.
She eyes them with a sharp gaze and Blaine realizes that she’s actually clever. Like, clever enough to maybe figure a lot of things out by just an exchange of words and few facial expressions.
She smirks.
He blanches.
She turns to face Kurt. “Nice snag, Hummel.”
Kurt turns a beautiful shade of pink and Blaine can feel his own face growing warm.
“So, how long has this been goin’ on?” she asks, crossing her arms and jutting out her hip with a knowing expression.
“What are you talking about?” Kurt inquires, trying to sound lofty but Blaine can tell he’s rather nervous.
So can Santana. “I’m not stupid. I know when two people are hooking up.”
Blaine flushes a really bright red while Kurt’s blush expands to his neck. He tries not to think how far that blush goes beyond the collar.
They all stare at each other in a tense silence.
“Please don’t tell anyone,” Kurt implores, giving in, “We haven’t - I mean…”
“We just got together last week,” Blaine supplies, unable to stop his stupid grin.
“Yes, thank you,” Kurt says, shooting Blaine a grateful smile. “We haven’t told anyone yet because it’s just been -”
Santana holds up a hand. “I get it. Whatever. It’s cool,” she shrugs, “Although if you don’t say anything soon…well. I can’t keep these hot lips closed for long.”
Kurt lets out a sigh of relief in the silence that follows. Blaine wonders how Santana isn’t freezing in that dress of hers - it’s quite cold outside.
“Thank you,” Blaine blurts, “For…earlier.”
Kurt nods. “I didn’t think you liked me enough to do that,” he admits.
Santana’s eyes soften. “Yeah…I’m sorry about that,” she responds quietly with complete sincerity, “But I meant it. That asshole better watch it. No one messes with this,” she gestures to her body, “Without getting their face wrecked.”
Blaine is really thankful that this girl is on their side because she’s quite frightening.
Then she adds, “And, you know, no one messes with…my friends.”
Blaine knows that Kurt wants to retort with some sharp line to make fun of her, but he just ends up smiling at her.
“Hey, Kurt? Wait in the car for a sec, me wants to chat with your boo.”
Kurt’s smile fades as he narrows his eyes and crosses his arms, looking very intimidating. “Why?”
“Just do it, Ziggy. I won’t hurt him,” she finishes coquettishly.
Blaine did not imagine Santana capable of making a David Bowie reference, but it’s awesome.
Kurt exhales. “Fine. Make it quick. I have to drive him home before my curfew.”
In a very dignified manner, he turns on his heel and climbs into the driver’s seat and Blaine tries very hard not to stare after him.
“All right, eyes back on me, lover boy,” Santana says, pointing at her eyes with two fingers.
He looks down at the ground sheepishly at getting caught, but meets her gaze when she takes a few steps closer to him. With her heels on, she’s just as tall as I am, he realizes with a sinking feeling in his gut.
“You were really stupid for trying to start anything physical with that meathead.”
He clenches his jaw, his hands curling into fists in his jacket pockets. Sure, it was one of his more impulsive, irrational moves, but he couldn’t just stand there and let Karofsky insult them, Kurt when he’s already done enough to make Kurt so miserable.
“But I like that you have the balls stand up for yourself. And Kurt. God knows we didn’t do it enough.” She manages to look rather ashamed at this comment, but her eyes don’t falter, “You go to that fancy ass prep school - you’re smart. Use your brain and don’t fuck it up.”
He figures that this is some sort of protective “family member” speech. To be quite honest, Blaine did not expect the first one to be from Santana Lopez, but he appreciates the concern she has for Kurt.
“I’ll try not to,” he says because he knows better than to make a grandiose promise like that. Besides, he’s read enough books and seen enough movies to know that anything more affirmative than that will end up biting him in the ass.
The corner of her mouth twitches into an almost-smile. “Good. Because I was serious about the razor blades.”
“I don’t doubt it.”
“So…I don’t suppose you’d tell me about Karofsuck?”
Blaine sighs. “I can’t. It’s Kurt’s decision,” he answers apologetically.
Her mouth twists into a grimace.
Kurt honks his horn, causing Blaine and Santana to jump.
“Don’t get your panties in a twist, Kurtsie,” Santana yells.
Blaine narrows his eyes at her and she notices.
“Sorry. We’re almost done,” she adds at the same volume. “Sorry,” she tells him in a quieter voice.
He sighs. “It’s okay. You did kind of save my ass back there.”
“Oh, Mr. Manners has a potty mouth. Me gusta,” she drawls, a predatory smirk on her face. He inadvertently takes a step backward. “And it was my pleasure,” she continues.
“Tous pour un, un pour tous.”
“Huh?”
“All for one, one for all. French. Kurt’s trying to teach me and it’s the only thing that managed to stick,” he explains with a shrug of his shoulders. “Sorry, that was a little dorky,” he says, blushing.
“Yeah, it was. And you definitely lost hot points for it, but whatevs.” She gives him a smile like the one after Karofsky ran off. “There’s potential.”
“Potential?”
She smirks. “Get in the car and get some.”
He laughs a little even though his face is still red. “I’ll see you later. Have a good night.”
“Uh huh, I know you will.” With that, she walks back to the school, her hips sashaying.
“You know that does nothing for me!” he calls back.
She doesn’t even look back when she responds, “You still looked anyway!”
He shakes his head and gets into the passenger side. Kurt’s playing Lady Gaga’s new single.
“What the hell were you two talking about?” Kurt demands, looking very confused, “You two…are the last people I’d imagine having a budding friendship.” His face morphs into a pensive expression. “Come to think of it, I never expected to feel anything remotely positive for her.”
Blaine takes Kurt’s hand. “I’d say there’s potential. For all of us.”
Characters/Pairings: Blaine/Kurt, Santana
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Blaine, Kurt, and Santana talk after the benefit concert (and maybe solidify some sort of quasi-friendship).
A/N: I’m just so ecstatic that this is pretty much canon.
All For One, One For All
Blaine watches from a bit of a distance as Kurt holds Mercedes’ hand, praising her amazing performance, as he not to think about how heartbreaking this is, how Kurt can’t be with his old friends because of one stupid, ignorant bully. It’s a relatively old grievance, but it’s constantly brought up afresh whenever Kurt’s on a three-way phone conversation with Mercedes and Rachel or video chatting with Tina.
He seethes at the thought of Karofsky and wonders how that guy can possibly live with himself. And more importantly, how did Blaine possibly think his shoving him would solve anything? He prides himself on being calm, cool, and collected; his behavior in the hallway was anything but.
Sighing, he pulls out his pocket watch and grimaces at the time; he needs to be home soon.
When he looks up, Tina is walking up to him, holding hands with Mike.
“Hey, thanks for coming,” she says, a smile on her face, her eyes red. His heart aches for her; she can sing so well and is never given a chance to shine, according to Kurt, and of course those terrible people had to put her down.
“Yeah, of course, I loved it. You did a great job,” he gushes, ignoring the fact that he only got to hear about a minute before she ran off stage, “I’ll have to check out that song when I get home - I’ve never heard it. But I suppose that was the point.” Then he turns his attention to Mike, “And wow, Mike, seriously. Your dancing is amazing. It puts my poor attempts at dancing to shame.”
Mike laughs. “Thanks - I had a lot of fun coming up with the routine.”
“Hey, sorry, are you ready?”
Blaine smiles at Kurt, who looks out of breath but oh-so happy. “Yeah, whenever you are.”
“Alright. I’ll see you guys later. Skype tomorrow?” Kurt directs to Tina, who nods.
They exit the auditorium with a chorus of goodbyes behind them, walking side by side, not quite touching as they walk through the hallways.
“Thanks for coming,” Kurt says, a small smile on his face as Blaine opens the door to the parking lot for him.
As soon as Blaine lets the door go behind him, he gently nudges Kurt with his shoulder. “Of course. I love seeing them perform - they’re all so talented.”
Kurt hums in agreement.
“And…you know…they’re. Well, they’re kind of becoming my friends also, so,” Blaine adds slowly, wishing he sounded a little more put together.
Kurt’s smile grows, his eyes shining with happiness. “I’m glad. Really, really glad.” Then he blushes and looks down his boots, the smile still on his face.
Their hands brush together and Kurt is the one to hesitantly take Blaine’s with a loose hold. Blaine’s skin tingles to the point of being almost painful, but it’s such a wonderful kind of ache that his breath is lost somewhere in his throat.
“Hey, guys.”
Their hands drop and the moment is lost as they whip their heads to find Santana standing a few yards away, her struts leading her closer to them.
Blaine puts the hand that was just holding Kurt’s into his pocket because he’s pretty sure it’s trembling.
She eyes them with a sharp gaze and Blaine realizes that she’s actually clever. Like, clever enough to maybe figure a lot of things out by just an exchange of words and few facial expressions.
She smirks.
He blanches.
She turns to face Kurt. “Nice snag, Hummel.”
Kurt turns a beautiful shade of pink and Blaine can feel his own face growing warm.
“So, how long has this been goin’ on?” she asks, crossing her arms and jutting out her hip with a knowing expression.
“What are you talking about?” Kurt inquires, trying to sound lofty but Blaine can tell he’s rather nervous.
So can Santana. “I’m not stupid. I know when two people are hooking up.”
Blaine flushes a really bright red while Kurt’s blush expands to his neck. He tries not to think how far that blush goes beyond the collar.
They all stare at each other in a tense silence.
“Please don’t tell anyone,” Kurt implores, giving in, “We haven’t - I mean…”
“We just got together last week,” Blaine supplies, unable to stop his stupid grin.
“Yes, thank you,” Kurt says, shooting Blaine a grateful smile. “We haven’t told anyone yet because it’s just been -”
Santana holds up a hand. “I get it. Whatever. It’s cool,” she shrugs, “Although if you don’t say anything soon…well. I can’t keep these hot lips closed for long.”
Kurt lets out a sigh of relief in the silence that follows. Blaine wonders how Santana isn’t freezing in that dress of hers - it’s quite cold outside.
“Thank you,” Blaine blurts, “For…earlier.”
Kurt nods. “I didn’t think you liked me enough to do that,” he admits.
Santana’s eyes soften. “Yeah…I’m sorry about that,” she responds quietly with complete sincerity, “But I meant it. That asshole better watch it. No one messes with this,” she gestures to her body, “Without getting their face wrecked.”
Blaine is really thankful that this girl is on their side because she’s quite frightening.
Then she adds, “And, you know, no one messes with…my friends.”
Blaine knows that Kurt wants to retort with some sharp line to make fun of her, but he just ends up smiling at her.
“Hey, Kurt? Wait in the car for a sec, me wants to chat with your boo.”
Kurt’s smile fades as he narrows his eyes and crosses his arms, looking very intimidating. “Why?”
“Just do it, Ziggy. I won’t hurt him,” she finishes coquettishly.
Blaine did not imagine Santana capable of making a David Bowie reference, but it’s awesome.
Kurt exhales. “Fine. Make it quick. I have to drive him home before my curfew.”
In a very dignified manner, he turns on his heel and climbs into the driver’s seat and Blaine tries very hard not to stare after him.
“All right, eyes back on me, lover boy,” Santana says, pointing at her eyes with two fingers.
He looks down at the ground sheepishly at getting caught, but meets her gaze when she takes a few steps closer to him. With her heels on, she’s just as tall as I am, he realizes with a sinking feeling in his gut.
“You were really stupid for trying to start anything physical with that meathead.”
He clenches his jaw, his hands curling into fists in his jacket pockets. Sure, it was one of his more impulsive, irrational moves, but he couldn’t just stand there and let Karofsky insult them, Kurt when he’s already done enough to make Kurt so miserable.
“But I like that you have the balls stand up for yourself. And Kurt. God knows we didn’t do it enough.” She manages to look rather ashamed at this comment, but her eyes don’t falter, “You go to that fancy ass prep school - you’re smart. Use your brain and don’t fuck it up.”
He figures that this is some sort of protective “family member” speech. To be quite honest, Blaine did not expect the first one to be from Santana Lopez, but he appreciates the concern she has for Kurt.
“I’ll try not to,” he says because he knows better than to make a grandiose promise like that. Besides, he’s read enough books and seen enough movies to know that anything more affirmative than that will end up biting him in the ass.
The corner of her mouth twitches into an almost-smile. “Good. Because I was serious about the razor blades.”
“I don’t doubt it.”
“So…I don’t suppose you’d tell me about Karofsuck?”
Blaine sighs. “I can’t. It’s Kurt’s decision,” he answers apologetically.
Her mouth twists into a grimace.
Kurt honks his horn, causing Blaine and Santana to jump.
“Don’t get your panties in a twist, Kurtsie,” Santana yells.
Blaine narrows his eyes at her and she notices.
“Sorry. We’re almost done,” she adds at the same volume. “Sorry,” she tells him in a quieter voice.
He sighs. “It’s okay. You did kind of save my ass back there.”
“Oh, Mr. Manners has a potty mouth. Me gusta,” she drawls, a predatory smirk on her face. He inadvertently takes a step backward. “And it was my pleasure,” she continues.
“Tous pour un, un pour tous.”
“Huh?”
“All for one, one for all. French. Kurt’s trying to teach me and it’s the only thing that managed to stick,” he explains with a shrug of his shoulders. “Sorry, that was a little dorky,” he says, blushing.
“Yeah, it was. And you definitely lost hot points for it, but whatevs.” She gives him a smile like the one after Karofsky ran off. “There’s potential.”
“Potential?”
She smirks. “Get in the car and get some.”
He laughs a little even though his face is still red. “I’ll see you later. Have a good night.”
“Uh huh, I know you will.” With that, she walks back to the school, her hips sashaying.
“You know that does nothing for me!” he calls back.
She doesn’t even look back when she responds, “You still looked anyway!”
He shakes his head and gets into the passenger side. Kurt’s playing Lady Gaga’s new single.
“What the hell were you two talking about?” Kurt demands, looking very confused, “You two…are the last people I’d imagine having a budding friendship.” His face morphs into a pensive expression. “Come to think of it, I never expected to feel anything remotely positive for her.”
Blaine takes Kurt’s hand. “I’d say there’s potential. For all of us.”