Two Glee Fics. (Okay, I'm a Gleek, I get it!)
Title:: The Beautiful People
Fandom: Glee
Author phantomreviewer
Rating G
Pairing Kurt/Blaine
A/N: I, for some reason, have been denying love epic love of Glee. So I hereby and outing myself as a Gleek (I’ve got a mug and everything) with Klaine fic. This is the traditional ‘Original Song’ Blackbird fic. This was my first ever Glee fic.
Summary It comes when Kurt is singing
It comes when Kurt is singing.
Which is frankly ridiculous because Kurt is always singing. He sings in the shower, he sings when he's driving, he even mumbles melodies under his breath when sitting in the library with his French homework. The point is, that Kurt is always singing, but Blaine's never felt quite like this before.
He doesn't quite understand it himself.
There's nothing different about the way that Kurt's singing, it's got just as much passion and technical skill and that special element that makes it Kurt but it moves him, move him so much. It doesn't make sense, it's a beautiful song. Kurt's singing it beautifully. Any of the Warblers could have sung it beautifully. But it's more than that.
Kurt's beautiful.
He'd noticed Kurt the first time he'd seen him, of course he had. He couldn't fail to. And perhaps he'd played up Teenage Dream, but it hadn't meant- he didn't know what it hadn't meant. He's finding it hard to think. To keep a simple backing track, it's suddenly all too much. There are more important things than singing right now. Kurt is beautiful.
It comes when Kurt is singing.
Blaine understands
Title:: Sudden Silence
Fandom: Glee
Author phantomreviewer
Rating G
Pairing Kurtofsky, (Karofsky), Klaine.
A/N: Alternative PoV. Title from “I’m Not That Girl” from Wicked.
(Now I just need convincing to post these to Glee fic comms...)
Summary “Don’t dream too far, don’t loose sight of who you are.”
My dad’s a cool guy.
I mean, every kid say this about his dad, even if his dad’s a complete douchebag. But I really mean it, dad is cool.
And not in the awkward way that dads are with teenage boys, he gets me. Get’s what it’s like being a teenager in Ohio.
I know he always wanted to get out of Lima, but he never makes out like it’s my fault or anything. But it kind of is, if he hadn’t needed to look after me then he could have left. He’d have gone off to the city, to somewhere. But he didn’t.
Instead he took me to the football.
He’d tell me about when he was in the football team at WMHS. About how it was meant to be cool to be a jock.
Granted, he was proud of me when I joined, but he kept telling me that this didn’t make me better than any of the other kids. He’d always been like that.
Still, it makes me proud to see my dad -a lot younger- in those photos.
He was an awesome football player.
He was even in the singing club. Which, I thought was a bit weird, but dad can really sing. I hear him belting out all these old songs when he’s fixing his car, - or fixing my car, I’m such a klutz and he gave me such a telling off when I ran the kerb.
Yeah, just because he’s cool doesn’t mean he doesn’t get angry at me. And boy did he shout at me after that one. It wasn’t as if I’d intentionally done it, it was an accident. I told him that I’d pay for the money to get it repaired, but he’d have none of it. He fixed it himself.
He apologised later, but still, he’s pretty scary when he’s angry. I think most dads’ are. I know grandpa is. He doesn’t shout a lot, but he’s got this kind of underlying fury.
Like when you’ve slammed your finger in your locker and it really hurts and you get tears in your eyes, but you swear anyway.
I hate that feeling because I always seem to cry, even when it doesn’t really hurt. I cried after I crashed the car, not like big, wet, soppy tears but crying nonetheless. Dad doesn’t cry much. I mean, I think I’ve heard him sometimes.
We were getting groceries, -having told not to come back in until we had something worth eating- this one time and dad like suddenly froze.
He was just starring at this guy, it was like dad was scared of him.
Dad’s shouldn’t be scared of anyone.
“Dad who’s that?”
He kind of shuddered, as if he’d only just remembered I was there.
“Just some guy from when I was at school.”
And I mean, I’d seen dad’s school photos, some of the teacher’s knew who I was by my surname still, but it was weird to think of him actually as a student, like me.
The man who… scared my dad, caught dad’s eye and he kind of flinched. But stepped towards us.
He didn’t say anything, just nodded, curtly. As if he didn’t want to be talking to us, but forced himself to do so anyway. Like it was an obligation.
Dad put his hand in the flat of my back and pushed me forced, slightly.
“Kurt, this is my son, Francis. Francis, I- went to school with Kurt, we, knew each other.”
It was like his voice broke. It didn’t make much sense, not my dad.
“David, Francis. I take it that you still live locally Dave?”
Dad nodded, it was seriously like he couldn’t bring himself to talk properly.
“And you?”
This Kurt smiled.
“I’m out in New York now, Blaine and I are just visiting my dad, Carole and Finn. Do you talk to Finn?”
Dad shrugged.
“We kinda drifted apart after everything.”
Kurt nodded as if this was a rational explanation, and then reached into his pocket to get his cell.
“Sorry, I’ve got to go, Blaine wants to go grab lunch. It was- Bye Dave, Francis.”
Dad nodded, and Kurt just walked away. I was going to say something, but then saw that dad was rubbing his eyes on the back of his hand.
He’d never tell me why.
Fandom: Glee
Author phantomreviewer
Rating G
Pairing Kurt/Blaine
A/N: I, for some reason, have been denying love epic love of Glee. So I hereby and outing myself as a Gleek (I’ve got a mug and everything) with Klaine fic. This is the traditional ‘Original Song’ Blackbird fic. This was my first ever Glee fic.
Summary It comes when Kurt is singing
It comes when Kurt is singing.
Which is frankly ridiculous because Kurt is always singing. He sings in the shower, he sings when he's driving, he even mumbles melodies under his breath when sitting in the library with his French homework. The point is, that Kurt is always singing, but Blaine's never felt quite like this before.
He doesn't quite understand it himself.
There's nothing different about the way that Kurt's singing, it's got just as much passion and technical skill and that special element that makes it Kurt but it moves him, move him so much. It doesn't make sense, it's a beautiful song. Kurt's singing it beautifully. Any of the Warblers could have sung it beautifully. But it's more than that.
Kurt's beautiful.
He'd noticed Kurt the first time he'd seen him, of course he had. He couldn't fail to. And perhaps he'd played up Teenage Dream, but it hadn't meant- he didn't know what it hadn't meant. He's finding it hard to think. To keep a simple backing track, it's suddenly all too much. There are more important things than singing right now. Kurt is beautiful.
It comes when Kurt is singing.
Blaine understands
Title:: Sudden Silence
Fandom: Glee
Author phantomreviewer
Rating G
Pairing Kurtofsky, (Karofsky), Klaine.
A/N: Alternative PoV. Title from “I’m Not That Girl” from Wicked.
(Now I just need convincing to post these to Glee fic comms...)
Summary “Don’t dream too far, don’t loose sight of who you are.”
My dad’s a cool guy.
I mean, every kid say this about his dad, even if his dad’s a complete douchebag. But I really mean it, dad is cool.
And not in the awkward way that dads are with teenage boys, he gets me. Get’s what it’s like being a teenager in Ohio.
I know he always wanted to get out of Lima, but he never makes out like it’s my fault or anything. But it kind of is, if he hadn’t needed to look after me then he could have left. He’d have gone off to the city, to somewhere. But he didn’t.
Instead he took me to the football.
He’d tell me about when he was in the football team at WMHS. About how it was meant to be cool to be a jock.
Granted, he was proud of me when I joined, but he kept telling me that this didn’t make me better than any of the other kids. He’d always been like that.
Still, it makes me proud to see my dad -a lot younger- in those photos.
He was an awesome football player.
He was even in the singing club. Which, I thought was a bit weird, but dad can really sing. I hear him belting out all these old songs when he’s fixing his car, - or fixing my car, I’m such a klutz and he gave me such a telling off when I ran the kerb.
Yeah, just because he’s cool doesn’t mean he doesn’t get angry at me. And boy did he shout at me after that one. It wasn’t as if I’d intentionally done it, it was an accident. I told him that I’d pay for the money to get it repaired, but he’d have none of it. He fixed it himself.
He apologised later, but still, he’s pretty scary when he’s angry. I think most dads’ are. I know grandpa is. He doesn’t shout a lot, but he’s got this kind of underlying fury.
Like when you’ve slammed your finger in your locker and it really hurts and you get tears in your eyes, but you swear anyway.
I hate that feeling because I always seem to cry, even when it doesn’t really hurt. I cried after I crashed the car, not like big, wet, soppy tears but crying nonetheless. Dad doesn’t cry much. I mean, I think I’ve heard him sometimes.
We were getting groceries, -having told not to come back in until we had something worth eating- this one time and dad like suddenly froze.
He was just starring at this guy, it was like dad was scared of him.
Dad’s shouldn’t be scared of anyone.
“Dad who’s that?”
He kind of shuddered, as if he’d only just remembered I was there.
“Just some guy from when I was at school.”
And I mean, I’d seen dad’s school photos, some of the teacher’s knew who I was by my surname still, but it was weird to think of him actually as a student, like me.
The man who… scared my dad, caught dad’s eye and he kind of flinched. But stepped towards us.
He didn’t say anything, just nodded, curtly. As if he didn’t want to be talking to us, but forced himself to do so anyway. Like it was an obligation.
Dad put his hand in the flat of my back and pushed me forced, slightly.
“Kurt, this is my son, Francis. Francis, I- went to school with Kurt, we, knew each other.”
It was like his voice broke. It didn’t make much sense, not my dad.
“David, Francis. I take it that you still live locally Dave?”
Dad nodded, it was seriously like he couldn’t bring himself to talk properly.
“And you?”
This Kurt smiled.
“I’m out in New York now, Blaine and I are just visiting my dad, Carole and Finn. Do you talk to Finn?”
Dad shrugged.
“We kinda drifted apart after everything.”
Kurt nodded as if this was a rational explanation, and then reached into his pocket to get his cell.
“Sorry, I’ve got to go, Blaine wants to go grab lunch. It was- Bye Dave, Francis.”
Dad nodded, and Kurt just walked away. I was going to say something, but then saw that dad was rubbing his eyes on the back of his hand.
He’d never tell me why.