Firebolt [Hummelberry Week - Day 2 - AUs]
Title: Firebolt
Author: panbutnotpeter [tumblr]
Characters/Pairings: Hummelberry (Rachel Berry and Kurt Hummel friendship)
Rating: PG
Word Count: ~400
Notes: Submitted for Hummelberry Week Day 2: AUs. Just a small excerpt from a very long fic I've been been trying to write for a while. This bit was totally inspired by Glee's campy, overblown "Firework" performance in Silly Love Songs.
Disclaimer: No copyright infringement intended; fair use only. Not created for profit.
Summary: Rachel sings. Kurt judges her for it. [Harry Potter AU]
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After Kurt and Blaine have walked to the lake and back toward the castle, they decide to settle down beneath a shady tree to continue their conversation. They observe other students trickling out of the castle - some napping off their lunches in the sun, some playing games with magical objects, some huddled in chatty groups.
A collective groan of protest sweeps across everyone in sight when Rachel bursts through the front doors clutching enchanted sparklers in her hands, frolicking across the grass and singing at the top of her lungs.
“Do you ever feel
Like a piece of wood,
Drifting on a stream,
Just wanting to feel good?
Do you ever feel,
Feel so hard and rough,
Like a goblin thief,
Like nothing is enough?”
“Oh no, she’s singing Kate E. Percival - you have to hide me, Anderson,” Kurt whispers, but when he glances over, he’s horrified to catch Blaine watching Rachel with pure delight, looking as though he wants to jump up and join her.
It doesn’t take long for Rachel to spot the two of them beneath their tree, and she begins skipping in their direction as she gets to the chorus.
“’Cause baby, you’re a Firebolt!
Come on, let your rider jolt!
Make them go ah, ah, ah,
As you fly across the sky-y-y!”
“Rachel!” Kurt shouts loudly as she gets closer, making it clear that he wants her to stop so he can say something to her. She cuts off her singing mid-lyric and stands still, glaring down at him reproachfully for interrupting her dramatic public performance. He sighs deeply. “Rachel, I doubt your lunch was delicious enough to deserve this kind of celebration. What are you doing?”
“Finn and I had a fight, so I’m declaring my independence,” she explains as though it’s completely reasonable.
“By singing a song that’s a metaphor for awesome sex?” Kurt questions dryly. Beside him, Blaine laughs and goes a bit pink in the cheeks.
“It is not!” Rachel gasps, scandalized. “It’s a metaphor for finding something special inside of yourself. I know about these things, Kurt, I find metaphors extremely important.”
“I know you do, sweetie,” he says indulgently. “I’m just saying maybe there’s a better way to get a message across to my brother, who struggles to see deeper meaning in things. Also, the sparklers are totally overkill.”
Rachel frowns, drops the burning sparklers onto the grass, and indignantly stomps them out.
*****
Author: panbutnotpeter [tumblr]
Characters/Pairings: Hummelberry (Rachel Berry and Kurt Hummel friendship)
Rating: PG
Word Count: ~400
Notes: Submitted for Hummelberry Week Day 2: AUs. Just a small excerpt from a very long fic I've been been trying to write for a while. This bit was totally inspired by Glee's campy, overblown "Firework" performance in Silly Love Songs.
Disclaimer: No copyright infringement intended; fair use only. Not created for profit.
Summary: Rachel sings. Kurt judges her for it. [Harry Potter AU]
*****
After Kurt and Blaine have walked to the lake and back toward the castle, they decide to settle down beneath a shady tree to continue their conversation. They observe other students trickling out of the castle - some napping off their lunches in the sun, some playing games with magical objects, some huddled in chatty groups.
A collective groan of protest sweeps across everyone in sight when Rachel bursts through the front doors clutching enchanted sparklers in her hands, frolicking across the grass and singing at the top of her lungs.
“Do you ever feel
Like a piece of wood,
Drifting on a stream,
Just wanting to feel good?
Do you ever feel,
Feel so hard and rough,
Like a goblin thief,
Like nothing is enough?”
“Oh no, she’s singing Kate E. Percival - you have to hide me, Anderson,” Kurt whispers, but when he glances over, he’s horrified to catch Blaine watching Rachel with pure delight, looking as though he wants to jump up and join her.
It doesn’t take long for Rachel to spot the two of them beneath their tree, and she begins skipping in their direction as she gets to the chorus.
“’Cause baby, you’re a Firebolt!
Come on, let your rider jolt!
Make them go ah, ah, ah,
As you fly across the sky-y-y!”
“Rachel!” Kurt shouts loudly as she gets closer, making it clear that he wants her to stop so he can say something to her. She cuts off her singing mid-lyric and stands still, glaring down at him reproachfully for interrupting her dramatic public performance. He sighs deeply. “Rachel, I doubt your lunch was delicious enough to deserve this kind of celebration. What are you doing?”
“Finn and I had a fight, so I’m declaring my independence,” she explains as though it’s completely reasonable.
“By singing a song that’s a metaphor for awesome sex?” Kurt questions dryly. Beside him, Blaine laughs and goes a bit pink in the cheeks.
“It is not!” Rachel gasps, scandalized. “It’s a metaphor for finding something special inside of yourself. I know about these things, Kurt, I find metaphors extremely important.”
“I know you do, sweetie,” he says indulgently. “I’m just saying maybe there’s a better way to get a message across to my brother, who struggles to see deeper meaning in things. Also, the sparklers are totally overkill.”
Rachel frowns, drops the burning sparklers onto the grass, and indignantly stomps them out.
*****