When The Blue Bonnets Come Over The Border
So I totally forgot to post because there's a convention coming up and my sister and I are going to it and ahhh, I totally forgot about all the cosplays we'd planned. I've got until next week to do all the details and make sure everything's ready - and then yesterday she informs me her friend will be joining us, and can said friend borrow some spare cosplays I have laying around so she's not left out. Noms. So I apologize for not sending these out - hopefully doing a handful will totally make up for that? xD
This was his moment. Blaine flew across the room, crouching beside the television.
“The Pekes and the Pollicles everyone knows / are proud and implacable passionate foes / it’s always the same / wherever one goes. And the Pugs and the Poms / although most people say / that they do not like fighting / yet once in a way / they now and again join into the fray / And they: ”
He raised his arms, one hand gesturing to Kurt and the other to Rachel as he conducted them.
“Bark,” Rachel snapped.
“Bark,” Kurt retorted.
“Bark.”
“Bark!”
“Until you could hear them all over the park!”
Blaine was flailing about, waving his arms in time with the music. He flowed with the words, bringing them to life with his hand flourishing. He was talking with his hands, energetic and action oriented. It was breathtaking, just watching him move to the beat. There wasn’t any need to listen to the song, not really - his actions were doing all the storytelling for him.
“And no one at all was about on the street / when a Peke and a Pollicle happened to meet / they did not advance or exactly retreat / but they glared at each other, and scraped their hind feet / and started to: ”
“Bark.”
“Bark.”
“Bark,” Rachel snapped playfully.
“Bark - bark?” Kurt repeated twice, pretending to forget how the bantering was supposed to be give and take. Rachel couldn’t help but miss her following repartee as he threw her the most childishly confused expression.
Blaine continued onwards, listing through the types of dogs and their
“And his braw Scottish cousins are snappers and biters / and every dog-jack of them notable fighters / and so they stepped out with their pipers in order / playing ‘When The Blue Bonnets Come Over the Border‘.”
Blaine put his hands on his hips, attempting to perform a small Irish jig as he jumped in place, grinning as he pounced upwards and clicked his heels together. Kurt raised an eyebrow in marveled respect at such a show, Rachel clapping beside him. But the music transitioned form it’s coarse high-land style to something more elegant and chic. Blaine straightened himself, pretending to tidy a nonexistent tie as he crossed his legs in a rather awkward attempt to at ballet steps.
“Then the Pugs and the Poms held no longer aloof / but some from the balcony / some from the roof / joined into the din with a bark!”
The cats on screen burst into a spasm of racous argument, which Rachel and Kurt picked back up.
“Yappity snappity yappity snap!” they cried, hands up like claws as they pretended to scratch each other. It was amusing, and fun - and so very, very ridiculous. Blaine couldn’t help but burst into laughter, bending at the waist as he tried to catch his breath. He then stood, taking a deep breath to calm himself as he raised his hands above his head to cut them off, stopping their bickering noise.
“When these bold heroes together assembled / the traffic all stopped / and the underground trembled.” His lowered his hands, shaking them as they stretched forward, attempting to convey the idea of an earthquake. “And some of the neighbors were so much afraid / that they started to ring up the fire brigade! When suddenly up from a small basement flat / why who should stalk out but The Great Rumpus Cat!”
“Is that still on?”
Finn poked his head through the doorway, having popped downstairs for a bathroom break - and to check on them, though he’d never say that - causing Rachel to burst into a fit of laughter. Kurt quickly shushed her, shoving a pillow into her face as Blaine ducked down to Finn’s side on the opposite end of the doorway. He was acting as if he were a narrator on Animal Planet, hiding away as he observed some dangerous wild beast.
“His eyes were like fireballs / fearfully blazing. He gave a great yawn / and his jaws were amazing.”
“Yeah,” Finn finally said uncertainly, confused at what had just happened. “I’ll just - I’m gonna be in my room. Yeah. Upstairs. You guys just - call me if you need anything or - yeah.”
“And what with a glare of his eyes and his yawning / the Pekes and the Pollicles quickly took warning / he looked to the sky and he gave a great leap / and they every last one of them scattered like sheep!” Blaine exclaimed, literally skipping back around the sofa and to the television to take a bow. It was then that Tugger interrupted the song in an attempt of stealing the spotlight, to which Blaine applauded. Kurt and Rachel were laughing as he bowed once more for his performance, then settled himself onto the edge of the couch by Kurt.
“And that, good sir, is how you put on a show!”
This was his moment. Blaine flew across the room, crouching beside the television.
“The Pekes and the Pollicles everyone knows / are proud and implacable passionate foes / it’s always the same / wherever one goes. And the Pugs and the Poms / although most people say / that they do not like fighting / yet once in a way / they now and again join into the fray / And they: ”
He raised his arms, one hand gesturing to Kurt and the other to Rachel as he conducted them.
“Bark,” Rachel snapped.
“Bark,” Kurt retorted.
“Bark.”
“Bark!”
“Until you could hear them all over the park!”
Blaine was flailing about, waving his arms in time with the music. He flowed with the words, bringing them to life with his hand flourishing. He was talking with his hands, energetic and action oriented. It was breathtaking, just watching him move to the beat. There wasn’t any need to listen to the song, not really - his actions were doing all the storytelling for him.
“And no one at all was about on the street / when a Peke and a Pollicle happened to meet / they did not advance or exactly retreat / but they glared at each other, and scraped their hind feet / and started to: ”
“Bark.”
“Bark.”
“Bark,” Rachel snapped playfully.
“Bark - bark?” Kurt repeated twice, pretending to forget how the bantering was supposed to be give and take. Rachel couldn’t help but miss her following repartee as he threw her the most childishly confused expression.
Blaine continued onwards, listing through the types of dogs and their
“And his braw Scottish cousins are snappers and biters / and every dog-jack of them notable fighters / and so they stepped out with their pipers in order / playing ‘When The Blue Bonnets Come Over the Border‘.”
Blaine put his hands on his hips, attempting to perform a small Irish jig as he jumped in place, grinning as he pounced upwards and clicked his heels together. Kurt raised an eyebrow in marveled respect at such a show, Rachel clapping beside him. But the music transitioned form it’s coarse high-land style to something more elegant and chic. Blaine straightened himself, pretending to tidy a nonexistent tie as he crossed his legs in a rather awkward attempt to at ballet steps.
“Then the Pugs and the Poms held no longer aloof / but some from the balcony / some from the roof / joined into the din with a bark!”
The cats on screen burst into a spasm of racous argument, which Rachel and Kurt picked back up.
“Yappity snappity yappity snap!” they cried, hands up like claws as they pretended to scratch each other. It was amusing, and fun - and so very, very ridiculous. Blaine couldn’t help but burst into laughter, bending at the waist as he tried to catch his breath. He then stood, taking a deep breath to calm himself as he raised his hands above his head to cut them off, stopping their bickering noise.
“When these bold heroes together assembled / the traffic all stopped / and the underground trembled.” His lowered his hands, shaking them as they stretched forward, attempting to convey the idea of an earthquake. “And some of the neighbors were so much afraid / that they started to ring up the fire brigade! When suddenly up from a small basement flat / why who should stalk out but The Great Rumpus Cat!”
“Is that still on?”
Finn poked his head through the doorway, having popped downstairs for a bathroom break - and to check on them, though he’d never say that - causing Rachel to burst into a fit of laughter. Kurt quickly shushed her, shoving a pillow into her face as Blaine ducked down to Finn’s side on the opposite end of the doorway. He was acting as if he were a narrator on Animal Planet, hiding away as he observed some dangerous wild beast.
“His eyes were like fireballs / fearfully blazing. He gave a great yawn / and his jaws were amazing.”
“Yeah,” Finn finally said uncertainly, confused at what had just happened. “I’ll just - I’m gonna be in my room. Yeah. Upstairs. You guys just - call me if you need anything or - yeah.”
“And what with a glare of his eyes and his yawning / the Pekes and the Pollicles quickly took warning / he looked to the sky and he gave a great leap / and they every last one of them scattered like sheep!” Blaine exclaimed, literally skipping back around the sofa and to the television to take a bow. It was then that Tugger interrupted the song in an attempt of stealing the spotlight, to which Blaine applauded. Kurt and Rachel were laughing as he bowed once more for his performance, then settled himself onto the edge of the couch by Kurt.
“And that, good sir, is how you put on a show!”