In Which There Is A Glee/Cats Fanfic Prologue
MY FINALS ARE OVER. SPRING BREAK HORRAY.
Look who broke out the old VHS tape from storage and my old sheet music book.
We’ve got Blaine, Kurt, and Rachel [and Finn - ish]. Watching the classic ineffable musical Cats.
Best. Prompt. Ever. I’m ecstatic to have filled it.
I would like to note though, I took the prompt to imply an intense interaction with the movie, so - well, if you haven’t watched it, this might be really confusing. Because the movie is incorporated a lot into this. A lot. It’s heaps of extreme play-by-play of the movie. And [in the other parts] there’s massive analysis of the movie being a metaphor reflecting Glee, rather than just a passive mention of the musical. Yeah.
I’m one of those creepers who are passionately obsessive about Cats. My crazy is blaring fiercely.
The music pinged, four quick notes that ting-ed crisp and clear. There was a sharp pause as the last note was held in suspense, waiting on edge for the cue to begin. Blaine raised his arms parallel to the floor, holding them out to mirror the man that slid onto the stage and slipped into a crouched position before standing.
“Are you blind when you’re born?” he claimed. Rachel’s eyes widened in a comical attempt of dramatic daring as she attempted to mirror the man on screen. Blaine grinned as Kurt’s foot unconsciously twitched at every offbeat as the people on stage ticked their knees subtly.
They had decided, after the awkward mess of their love triangle, to get together and fix things between them with a meaningful Girl Chat. Of course, that ended up turning into a musical marathon, which led them to this very moment.
Originally, they were just going to put a musical in as background noise. Instead of conversing about what had happened, they had ended up arguing the pros and cons of Kurt’s collection of Broadways movies. Blaine had interrupted the heated debate between Kurt and Rachel over the vocal differences of Sarah Brightman and Emmy Rossum in Phantom Of The Opera by waving around the old VHS of Cats.
It was a classic, the longest running on Broadway, and you couldn’t go wrong with that.
When the cats had aligned themselves in a chorus formation, the three joined in, eager to sing along. They put on their best prim and proper airs, Kurt and Rachel easily sliding into an over exaggerated diva flair.
“And can you as cats do begin with a C?” Blaine challenged them.
Both of them hit the high C with perfect pitch.
“Oh wow,” he said, quaintly impressed by their ability. He’d known Kurt could reach the note - after all, he was a countertenor. But to hear them both do so in synchronization was - something special.
“I’m rather amazed myself,” Kurt agreed, smirking in Rachel’s direction. “Here I thought you’d be taking the part of Rumpleteazer.”
“What?” she gasped, offended. “But she’s flat!”
“Exactly.”
Finn, who had been coming downstairs to raid the kitchen for food, peeked into the living room curiously. He leaned against the doorway as the three continued on, trying to outdo each other in the endless run of lyrics that followed.
“Practical cats, dramatical cats, pragmatical cats, fanatical cats, oratorical cats, delphi-oracle cats, skeptical cats, dyspeptical cats, romantical cats, pendantical cats, critical cats, parastical cats, allegorical cats, metaphorical cats, statistical cats and mystical cats, political cats, hypocritical cats, clerical cats, hysterical cats, cynical cats, rabbinical cats!” The burst into laughter, having somehow hit every type in one go while still keeping pace with the music.
“What’re you guys watching?” Finn asked, bewildered. There were people in cat suits dancing across the screen. Three heads turned to him, blinking in surprise - and then the man on screen, sliding to the front of the stage, looking offended.
“There’s a man over there with a look of surprise, as much as to say well now how about that?”
“Do I actually see with my own very eyes,” another zebra stripped cat joined in, equally shocked. “A man who’s not heard of a Jellicle Cat?”
They were drawn back to the screen, whispering the following lyrics together in a trance.
Finn just disappeared into the kitchen. Men. In tight catsuits. Definitely not a movie for him.
So I’m hoping to know if you guys like this and if I should post the other parts on the comm. If not, I’ll just post the entire thing in one shot on fanfiction.net, so whoever requested it has the complete fill. Constructive criticism or corrections are always welcome, as well. [Especially if someone knows who actually is flat in that scene - I don’t think you can really pick any of them out individually, but I always presumed it was either Rumpleteazer or Jenny.]
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Look who broke out the old VHS tape from storage and my old sheet music book.
We’ve got Blaine, Kurt, and Rachel [and Finn - ish]. Watching the classic ineffable musical Cats.
Best. Prompt. Ever. I’m ecstatic to have filled it.
I would like to note though, I took the prompt to imply an intense interaction with the movie, so - well, if you haven’t watched it, this might be really confusing. Because the movie is incorporated a lot into this. A lot. It’s heaps of extreme play-by-play of the movie. And [in the other parts] there’s massive analysis of the movie being a metaphor reflecting Glee, rather than just a passive mention of the musical. Yeah.
I’m one of those creepers who are passionately obsessive about Cats. My crazy is blaring fiercely.
The music pinged, four quick notes that ting-ed crisp and clear. There was a sharp pause as the last note was held in suspense, waiting on edge for the cue to begin. Blaine raised his arms parallel to the floor, holding them out to mirror the man that slid onto the stage and slipped into a crouched position before standing.
“Are you blind when you’re born?” he claimed. Rachel’s eyes widened in a comical attempt of dramatic daring as she attempted to mirror the man on screen. Blaine grinned as Kurt’s foot unconsciously twitched at every offbeat as the people on stage ticked their knees subtly.
They had decided, after the awkward mess of their love triangle, to get together and fix things between them with a meaningful Girl Chat. Of course, that ended up turning into a musical marathon, which led them to this very moment.
Originally, they were just going to put a musical in as background noise. Instead of conversing about what had happened, they had ended up arguing the pros and cons of Kurt’s collection of Broadways movies. Blaine had interrupted the heated debate between Kurt and Rachel over the vocal differences of Sarah Brightman and Emmy Rossum in Phantom Of The Opera by waving around the old VHS of Cats.
It was a classic, the longest running on Broadway, and you couldn’t go wrong with that.
When the cats had aligned themselves in a chorus formation, the three joined in, eager to sing along. They put on their best prim and proper airs, Kurt and Rachel easily sliding into an over exaggerated diva flair.
“And can you as cats do begin with a C?” Blaine challenged them.
Both of them hit the high C with perfect pitch.
“Oh wow,” he said, quaintly impressed by their ability. He’d known Kurt could reach the note - after all, he was a countertenor. But to hear them both do so in synchronization was - something special.
“I’m rather amazed myself,” Kurt agreed, smirking in Rachel’s direction. “Here I thought you’d be taking the part of Rumpleteazer.”
“What?” she gasped, offended. “But she’s flat!”
“Exactly.”
Finn, who had been coming downstairs to raid the kitchen for food, peeked into the living room curiously. He leaned against the doorway as the three continued on, trying to outdo each other in the endless run of lyrics that followed.
“Practical cats, dramatical cats, pragmatical cats, fanatical cats, oratorical cats, delphi-oracle cats, skeptical cats, dyspeptical cats, romantical cats, pendantical cats, critical cats, parastical cats, allegorical cats, metaphorical cats, statistical cats and mystical cats, political cats, hypocritical cats, clerical cats, hysterical cats, cynical cats, rabbinical cats!” The burst into laughter, having somehow hit every type in one go while still keeping pace with the music.
“What’re you guys watching?” Finn asked, bewildered. There were people in cat suits dancing across the screen. Three heads turned to him, blinking in surprise - and then the man on screen, sliding to the front of the stage, looking offended.
“There’s a man over there with a look of surprise, as much as to say well now how about that?”
“Do I actually see with my own very eyes,” another zebra stripped cat joined in, equally shocked. “A man who’s not heard of a Jellicle Cat?”
They were drawn back to the screen, whispering the following lyrics together in a trance.
Finn just disappeared into the kitchen. Men. In tight catsuits. Definitely not a movie for him.
So I’m hoping to know if you guys like this and if I should post the other parts on the comm. If not, I’ll just post the entire thing in one shot on fanfiction.net, so whoever requested it has the complete fill. Constructive criticism or corrections are always welcome, as well. [Especially if someone knows who actually is flat in that scene - I don’t think you can really pick any of them out individually, but I always presumed it was either Rumpleteazer or Jenny.]
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