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RESULTS: CHALLENGE 15 - JUST A TASTE
RESULTS: CHALLENGE 15 - JUST A TASTE
These points are so close. I know voting was a serious task, and I thank you all that took the time. A big congrats to blue_icy_rose who had both fics she wrote on place!
1st - mizzy2k (Teachers) & flufffiend (Cheerios)
sec·tion·al (sek-shu-nul)
n.
A piece of furniture made up of sections that can be used separately or together.
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This story starts where most Brittany fics start: somewhere peculiar, where she is crying.
Today it's in one of the tech labs, and it's Quinn that finds her, which is totally bizarre - Santana's the one with the weird inner Brittany locator, which was invaluable when they took that Spring Break trip to Disneyland (they found out pretending to be part of the It's A Small World ride. It's something they've never talked about since, but sometimes, when Quinn gets really drunk, it comes back in a brilliantly visceral terrible waking nightmare.)
Brittany is sat on one of the desks, sobbing harder than the fifth time they watched Titanic and she thought that in five consecutive disasters, Jack should have at least a chance at surviving. Quinn had philosophically told her that in their situation it was 50/50, so they should chalk up each viewing of Titanic where Jack died as a win to feminism.
"Britt. What's wrong."
It took a moment for Brittany to stop sobbing hard enough to lift her head, and Quinn silently congratulated herself for not flinching visibly, because she hadn't seen a cheerleader look so ugly since Genevieve in 5th Grade and no, really, *no*.
"This thing is broken." Brittany nodded her head at the table, and Quinn glanced at it. Several large pieces of wood were strewn across.
"What's it supposed to look like?"
"It's a Sectional chair that turns into a table." Brittany grips the edge of the desk and stares at her, wide-eyed. "I can't fail at this, Q. I can't fail two Sectionals in one month."
Quinn's expression tensed at the mention of Glee club's epic fail last semester. Or rather, Brittany's epic fail. Her jaw clenched as she pictured Brittany frozen at center stage, wide-eyed, open-mouthed, and dead silent. Rachel had complained daily about not getting a solo, and at least twice a day about Brittany starring in the closing number. She practically had an aneurysm after Brittany forgot the words and ran offstage in the middle of the performance. Quinn was pretty pissed at Brittany as well, and if she hadn't taken her agression out on Rachel when she and Santana tackled the tiny diva for taking a swing at Brittany, she might have slapped the girl herself.
"B, you know we all forgave you for that, right? It's already forgotten," she said with a practiced, even tone.
"Jesse St. James said that if I looked up 'tragic' in the dictionary there would be a picture of me," said Brittany, dropping her forehead to the table.
"Jesse is an jerk. If you looked up 'douchebag' in the dictionary, his signed headshot would be there."
Brittany groaned and began banging her head against the table.
"Hey, stop that," Quinn said, putting her hands on Brittany's cheeks and pulling her head away from the desk. Locking eyes with Brittany, Quinn continued, "You know that we're gonna rule next year at Sectionals. You're gonna dance your ass off and we're going to dominate at Regionals. Then we'll take it all the way at Nationals. Nobody dances like you, the club would be hopeless if you weren't there to work with us every practice."
Brittany shrugged and gave a small nod.
"But right now we're gonna make these pieces of wood into a chair-table or whatever the hell you're trying to make," said Quinn furrowing her eyebrows and picking up Brittany's blueprints. "We're awesome, and we're gonna rock this."
Beaming at her friend's vote of confidence in her, Brittany pulled Quinn into a tight hug. Quinn smiled as she squeezed Brittany back.
This story ends where most Brittany fics end: somewhere familiar, where she is hugging.
2nd - blue_icy_rose (New Directions) & kkislowski (Teachers)
“SPIES!”
Puck fought not to look completely embarrassed when everyone turned to look at him after his outburst.
“You’ve been spending too much time with Berry, Puckerman,” Santana finally said.
“Shut up, Santana. We’ve got Dalton douches walking in on our rehearsal for Sectionals and if I have to learn a new set of songs because they suddenly know what we’re doing, I’m going to-“
“We’re actually here to see Blaine and Kurt,” one of the guys-Puck was just going to think of him as Third Asian, he decided-said, interrupting Puck (not cool).
“As you can see, we’re in the middle of rehearsal,” Rachel told him. “As our competition, I think it’s hardly appropriate for you to be in here while we finish. Therefore, please feel free to wait in the choir room while we wrap things up here in the auditorium.”
Puck smirked. Ha, take that, Third Asian.
Third Asian pulled at the knot on his tie and cleared his throat, “We can wait right here until we get to talk to Blaine and Kurt.”
Dude, what was up with those Warblers? That Asian dude was just about as stiff as his tie.
“If you need the Puckasaurus to bring out the big guns and law down the law just let me know,” he said and winked at Rachel.
He did a chest pump and the kid to Third Asian’s left, a skinny blond haired boy, jumped backward. Puck chuckled to himself. Stupid sissies.
“Now Noah, we don’t need to resort to violence,” Rachel said. She turned to the douches that remained rooted to their original spots. “However, you do need to wait outside. Kurt and Blaine will come along after we are finished.”
“But - “ Third Asian interrupted.
Puck was tempted to do another chest pump or even smack down that Asian dude, but Blaine finally manned up.
“Guys, it’s great to see you, but give us a minute. Okay?” Blaine said.
It was weird, like Blaine was their supreme leader even after he had left, and each of them, even that obnoxious Asian with the tight face, exited the room.
Score 1 New Directions; score 0 Warblers.
3rd - ondragonflywing (Teachers) + nickershnick25 (Cheerios)
As they were all gathered backstage, getting ready for sectionals, it was Brittany’s voice that caught Sam off guard. “So, you’re living in a hotel?” At first he felt the hot flame of anger at being judged and then he felt the flush of shame. It wasn’t exactly cool to be the kid with nothing, to be crammed in a 20 by 20 box with your mom, your dad, and your two younger siblings. But then he remembered who this was. This was Brittany.
So he swallowed his pride, cleared his throat roughly and nodded. “Yeah, I am.” She nodded, seeming to take a moment to think this over. And then she grinned from ear to ear.
“That is so cool,” she said. Sam couldn’t help himself. He laughed out loud. “It’s like you’re always on vacation.”
“Yeah,” he agreed, unable to break her spirit. It was a really bad vacation. One that would never end, and he still had to go to school.
That’s how the friendship had begun between the two of them. It had caught everyone off guard, even Sam, but the fact of the matter was, he couldn’t bring himself to feel depressed around her at all, and that was a good feeling, especially when everything else was falling apart.
But as they sat together after school one day, he was surprised by the words that left her mouth. “You can make out with me if you want to.” He had to stop himself from spitting his coke all over her. There was this unmarred innocence that she possessed that he always admired but it was times like this when he wondered how she’d gotten this way. He wondered how she thought so little of herself that she would offer something so precious without a second thought.
“I think I’ll pass…Thanks though.” She pursed her lips in a pout as she looked at him. She obviously wasn’t used to being turned down and that bothered him because it made him feel like she needed it. Made him feel like she needed the reassurance and she was the last person who did. “It’s not that I wouldn’t thoroughly enjoy kissing you Britt…”
“Is it my breath?” she asked innocently in that airy tone that was all her. He took her hand in his twining their fingers together.
“No, it’s not your breath.” He said barely suppressing a chuckle. “I just don’t want to ruin this. I need you.” She smiled brightly at him and then rest her head on his shoulder humming a tune to herself and rubbing faint circles with her thumb on his hand that was still joined with hers.
Yes, on the outside they were an unlikely pair but that was alright with them.
4th - blackbeltbrea (Cheerios) & burntheflaws (Teachers)
Santana had never been one to participate in "team sports." Coach Sylvester always made one girl on the team the shining star and the rest would be below her, forever wanting her position. To anyone really, it would have seemed childish, or even cruel, but Santana always dreamed of just knocking Quinn Fabray off the pyramid and climbing up to claim the spot as Head Cheerleader.
That's why it was annoying when that freaking Berry got so many solos in glee, then at sectionals. It bothered Santana to no end because although she was going to have one small solo with Puck, the whole club should have done a song where everyone could have a solo, or a song where there were no solos, as a real glee club would. Mr. Schue was biased, and no one could deny that.
Still, she put on her cheap dress and told everyone that she might have actually liked glee club. It wasn’t a lie, but she wouldn’t mention it to anyone besides Brittany again. If they did, she would kill them.
On the way to the stage where they would perform, she whispered to Puck, “Are you ready?”
He smirked back, and said, “What, are you scared, Satan?”
She scoffed, but replied, “Sort of. I just wish maybe that Britt could have a solo. She’s an amazing dancer and singer.”
“Yeah, that’s it.”
Glaring at his shining eyes, she said, “It is.” She decided to change the subject before he could say anything else. “Fabray is about to give birth. Thoughts, Puckerman?”
Puck knew what she did, but otherwise didn’t acknowledge it. “I don’t know. Quinn’s gonna give her up for adoption and that’s it. She probably won’t remember me next year.”
“People don’t forget pregnancies.”
“Whatever.” He grabbed her hand and pulled her toward the stage. “We’re on.”
As they hit the stage they felt all eyes and ears on them. It was thrilling. It was nerve-wracking. It was... amazing. As they sang the final notes of "Don't Stop Believin'," Puck and Santana looked at one another and grinned. They'd done it. They'd shown the crowd that they were worthy of standing up there and winning that trophy.
As they hit the backstage area, they all laughed and hugged. Santana held Brittany's hand when no one was looking, her eyes sparkling as she grinned.
Then, a surprised yelp rang out and pandemonium ensued.
Quinn's water had broken and they were all rushing toward her now, checking on her, panicking and calling for an ambulance.
Damn it, someone get her to the hospital right now. This is ridiculous," Santana shrieked. "No me gusta!"
After what felt like a complete blur of running and shouting and somewhat violent tendencies -- she couldn't help it that the nurse was in her way -- there they were, all of them, looking at Beth as Quinn cradled her in her arms. Puck looked both nauseated and relieved, but she could see the look in his eyes. It was almost painful to witness and she looked away, like she was intruding on some private moment that the two of them hadn't intended for the glee club to see.
But at the very core of it, there they were. A group of misfits, all dressed up in their regionals outfits and crammed into a tiny, depressing-as-hell and sterilized room, looking down at the newest addition. In this moment she felt it more than anything: family.
5th - meghan_84 (Teachers) + blue_icy_rose (New Directions)
They are what could be considered friends now and it’s surprisingly not weird.
Dave arranges star shaped rainbow frosted cookies on a platter like Kurt asked.
Kurt straightens chairs and rambles on Dave’s only half listening. “So then I told Rachel not even I was enough gay to do that number…besides and I’ll never admit this publicly but that girl can out sing me if she has half the mind too.”
Dave snorts at that. “Yeah right Hummel, not only do you look like a Botticelli angel you sound like one… and no offense but I’m not sure anyone can out gay you.”
Kurt actually smiles at him. “A compliment followed by an insult. No one is ever going to understand our friendship.”
Dave shrugs. “For once I don’t care what people think.” there’s a gleam in Kurt’s eye that sort of scares the shit out of Dave.
“Care to prove it?” Kurt taps his index finger against his lips and Dave tries very hard not to stare. He clears his throat. “What do you mean?”
“I have an extra ticket to this years sectionals competition you should come. As my friend.”
“What? You mean I just go and sit next to your Dad like he doesn’t hate me?”
“Well I’d sit next to Carole just to be safe, but yes I would really like your support.”
Before Dave can respond the PFLAG participants flood the room and he later finds the ticket in his locker and is so completely unsure of what to do.
He spends the rest of the week debating with himself on whether or not he should actually go. On the one hand, his new friendship with Kurt is something that most people really don’t understand and he’s almost positive that Az has started some sort of betting pool on how long it will take before Dave admits that his real reason for this is to somehow screw Kurt over.
Not that he can blame them, even if it’s not true.
He thinks of prom and how he walked away and decides that it’s probably time he actually backed that up.
Which is probably how he finds himself walking up to the Hummels and asking if the seat next to Finn’s mom is taken.
Kurt’s dad stares at him for a few long moments and then stands up, stepping towards him.
Hell, he’s going to get punched in the face. He should’ve stayed home.
“Burt, now is not the time to-“
Despite the fact that she looks a bit like she wants to give him the third degree too, Dave has to appreciate the fact that she’s trying.
“It’s okay, Carole,” he tells her before turning back to Dave. “You planning on starting anything, kid?”
Dave shakes his head. “No. I’m just here as Kurt’s friend.” He holds up the ticket stub and hopes that’s enough proof.
Burt studies it and it’s easy to tell the moment he spots the number declaring it to be Kurt’s extra ticket because he nods slowly.
“Then, no, that seat’s not taken,” he says, sitting back down.
He still looks a bit like he’ll have a shotgun or something ready if Dave does decide to start anything but Dave’s still going to count this one as a win.
6th - nowheretogo26 (Cheerios) & samelthecamel (New Directions)
When Kurt had suggested he come over after school, he wasn't sure exactly what he had been expecting. Maybe rushed kisses and frantic hands before Burt got home, but certainly not this. Certainly not his boyfriend buried knee-deep in his closet, mumbling under his breath into his scarves and boots.
Blaine tugged off his wet cardigan and draped it over the edge of Kurt's desk chair, wishing he'd anticipated the warm summer rain when he'd left his house earlier. As if to punctuate his thought, a flash of lightning lit up the dark sky outside. "Kurt?"
His boyfriend popped his head up and smiled instantly. "Blaine! I didn't even hear you come in." He waved Blaine closer, tugging on his hand when he got close enough. "Come help me; I'm looking for the perfect boots to go with the awful Sectionals outfit Mr. Schue picked..."
Blaine kneeled down next to Kurt, gingerly moving the scarves out from under him. "What does he have planned now?"
Kurt pulled a face but his eyes were bright with amusement. "Plaid, Blaine. Plaid. I don't understand where he gets these awful ideas."
"You look great in plaid, Kurt... Remember prom?" Blaine bumped his shoulder against Kurt's and wagged his eyebrows over-dramatically.
Kurt feigned a snobby air, sticking his nose up. "Yes, well. I look fabulous in anything. It's the rest of the team I'm worried about."
Blaine chuckled and leaned in for a quick kiss. As their lips met, a particularly loud burst of thunder shook the house and the lights flickered once before the entire room fell into darkness.
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"That was magical." Blaine chuckled from within the darkness. There was no response.
"Kurt? What's wrong?" All Blaine could hear was Kurt's heavy breathing getting louder and louder.
What was wrong with his Kurt? Blaine grabbed hold of him and he could feel that Kurt was shaking.
"Kurt you have to tell me what's wrong." Seeing Kurt panic was making Blaine panic.
A tiny whisper came from Kurt. "Flash light, by the back door."
Blaine took off to get the flash light without asking any questions. It must be important to Kurt, so therefore it must be important to him.
He found the flashlight just where Kurt said it was. Even though it was dark you could still make out the lump sitting on the shelf next to the door. Every time there was a lightning flash it lit up the entire room.
Switching on the torch, Blaine ran back to Kurt's room. But where was Kurt? "Kurt! Kurt! Kurt!" As he ran into the room the torchlight instantly lit it so everything was visible once more.
There was a scrambling noise coming from the closet. As Blaine walked over to it, a scared Kurt slowly peeped out. He looked embarrassed about what had happened.
"Come tell me what is wrong." Blaine offered. He really didn't like to see Kurt like this and hopefully the flash light would help.
Before he could say anything else. Kurt had pulled him down to sit on the bed next to him. Snuggling up against Blaine, Kurt felt safe and comfortable. "I can't stand the dark. I freak out when the lights go out. Sometimes I even have to sleep with a light on."
Blaine sighed with relief. "I thought my kiss was so bad that you decided to retreat back into the closet."
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These points are so close. I know voting was a serious task, and I thank you all that took the time. A big congrats to blue_icy_rose who had both fics she wrote on place!
1st - mizzy2k (Teachers) & flufffiend (Cheerios)
sec·tion·al (sek-shu-nul)
n.
A piece of furniture made up of sections that can be used separately or together.
- - - -
This story starts where most Brittany fics start: somewhere peculiar, where she is crying.
Today it's in one of the tech labs, and it's Quinn that finds her, which is totally bizarre - Santana's the one with the weird inner Brittany locator, which was invaluable when they took that Spring Break trip to Disneyland (they found out pretending to be part of the It's A Small World ride. It's something they've never talked about since, but sometimes, when Quinn gets really drunk, it comes back in a brilliantly visceral terrible waking nightmare.)
Brittany is sat on one of the desks, sobbing harder than the fifth time they watched Titanic and she thought that in five consecutive disasters, Jack should have at least a chance at surviving. Quinn had philosophically told her that in their situation it was 50/50, so they should chalk up each viewing of Titanic where Jack died as a win to feminism.
"Britt. What's wrong."
It took a moment for Brittany to stop sobbing hard enough to lift her head, and Quinn silently congratulated herself for not flinching visibly, because she hadn't seen a cheerleader look so ugly since Genevieve in 5th Grade and no, really, *no*.
"This thing is broken." Brittany nodded her head at the table, and Quinn glanced at it. Several large pieces of wood were strewn across.
"What's it supposed to look like?"
"It's a Sectional chair that turns into a table." Brittany grips the edge of the desk and stares at her, wide-eyed. "I can't fail at this, Q. I can't fail two Sectionals in one month."
Quinn's expression tensed at the mention of Glee club's epic fail last semester. Or rather, Brittany's epic fail. Her jaw clenched as she pictured Brittany frozen at center stage, wide-eyed, open-mouthed, and dead silent. Rachel had complained daily about not getting a solo, and at least twice a day about Brittany starring in the closing number. She practically had an aneurysm after Brittany forgot the words and ran offstage in the middle of the performance. Quinn was pretty pissed at Brittany as well, and if she hadn't taken her agression out on Rachel when she and Santana tackled the tiny diva for taking a swing at Brittany, she might have slapped the girl herself.
"B, you know we all forgave you for that, right? It's already forgotten," she said with a practiced, even tone.
"Jesse St. James said that if I looked up 'tragic' in the dictionary there would be a picture of me," said Brittany, dropping her forehead to the table.
"Jesse is an jerk. If you looked up 'douchebag' in the dictionary, his signed headshot would be there."
Brittany groaned and began banging her head against the table.
"Hey, stop that," Quinn said, putting her hands on Brittany's cheeks and pulling her head away from the desk. Locking eyes with Brittany, Quinn continued, "You know that we're gonna rule next year at Sectionals. You're gonna dance your ass off and we're going to dominate at Regionals. Then we'll take it all the way at Nationals. Nobody dances like you, the club would be hopeless if you weren't there to work with us every practice."
Brittany shrugged and gave a small nod.
"But right now we're gonna make these pieces of wood into a chair-table or whatever the hell you're trying to make," said Quinn furrowing her eyebrows and picking up Brittany's blueprints. "We're awesome, and we're gonna rock this."
Beaming at her friend's vote of confidence in her, Brittany pulled Quinn into a tight hug. Quinn smiled as she squeezed Brittany back.
This story ends where most Brittany fics end: somewhere familiar, where she is hugging.
2nd - blue_icy_rose (New Directions) & kkislowski (Teachers)
“SPIES!”
Puck fought not to look completely embarrassed when everyone turned to look at him after his outburst.
“You’ve been spending too much time with Berry, Puckerman,” Santana finally said.
“Shut up, Santana. We’ve got Dalton douches walking in on our rehearsal for Sectionals and if I have to learn a new set of songs because they suddenly know what we’re doing, I’m going to-“
“We’re actually here to see Blaine and Kurt,” one of the guys-Puck was just going to think of him as Third Asian, he decided-said, interrupting Puck (not cool).
“As you can see, we’re in the middle of rehearsal,” Rachel told him. “As our competition, I think it’s hardly appropriate for you to be in here while we finish. Therefore, please feel free to wait in the choir room while we wrap things up here in the auditorium.”
Puck smirked. Ha, take that, Third Asian.
Third Asian pulled at the knot on his tie and cleared his throat, “We can wait right here until we get to talk to Blaine and Kurt.”
Dude, what was up with those Warblers? That Asian dude was just about as stiff as his tie.
“If you need the Puckasaurus to bring out the big guns and law down the law just let me know,” he said and winked at Rachel.
He did a chest pump and the kid to Third Asian’s left, a skinny blond haired boy, jumped backward. Puck chuckled to himself. Stupid sissies.
“Now Noah, we don’t need to resort to violence,” Rachel said. She turned to the douches that remained rooted to their original spots. “However, you do need to wait outside. Kurt and Blaine will come along after we are finished.”
“But - “ Third Asian interrupted.
Puck was tempted to do another chest pump or even smack down that Asian dude, but Blaine finally manned up.
“Guys, it’s great to see you, but give us a minute. Okay?” Blaine said.
It was weird, like Blaine was their supreme leader even after he had left, and each of them, even that obnoxious Asian with the tight face, exited the room.
Score 1 New Directions; score 0 Warblers.
3rd - ondragonflywing (Teachers) + nickershnick25 (Cheerios)
As they were all gathered backstage, getting ready for sectionals, it was Brittany’s voice that caught Sam off guard. “So, you’re living in a hotel?” At first he felt the hot flame of anger at being judged and then he felt the flush of shame. It wasn’t exactly cool to be the kid with nothing, to be crammed in a 20 by 20 box with your mom, your dad, and your two younger siblings. But then he remembered who this was. This was Brittany.
So he swallowed his pride, cleared his throat roughly and nodded. “Yeah, I am.” She nodded, seeming to take a moment to think this over. And then she grinned from ear to ear.
“That is so cool,” she said. Sam couldn’t help himself. He laughed out loud. “It’s like you’re always on vacation.”
“Yeah,” he agreed, unable to break her spirit. It was a really bad vacation. One that would never end, and he still had to go to school.
That’s how the friendship had begun between the two of them. It had caught everyone off guard, even Sam, but the fact of the matter was, he couldn’t bring himself to feel depressed around her at all, and that was a good feeling, especially when everything else was falling apart.
But as they sat together after school one day, he was surprised by the words that left her mouth. “You can make out with me if you want to.” He had to stop himself from spitting his coke all over her. There was this unmarred innocence that she possessed that he always admired but it was times like this when he wondered how she’d gotten this way. He wondered how she thought so little of herself that she would offer something so precious without a second thought.
“I think I’ll pass…Thanks though.” She pursed her lips in a pout as she looked at him. She obviously wasn’t used to being turned down and that bothered him because it made him feel like she needed it. Made him feel like she needed the reassurance and she was the last person who did. “It’s not that I wouldn’t thoroughly enjoy kissing you Britt…”
“Is it my breath?” she asked innocently in that airy tone that was all her. He took her hand in his twining their fingers together.
“No, it’s not your breath.” He said barely suppressing a chuckle. “I just don’t want to ruin this. I need you.” She smiled brightly at him and then rest her head on his shoulder humming a tune to herself and rubbing faint circles with her thumb on his hand that was still joined with hers.
Yes, on the outside they were an unlikely pair but that was alright with them.
4th - blackbeltbrea (Cheerios) & burntheflaws (Teachers)
Santana had never been one to participate in "team sports." Coach Sylvester always made one girl on the team the shining star and the rest would be below her, forever wanting her position. To anyone really, it would have seemed childish, or even cruel, but Santana always dreamed of just knocking Quinn Fabray off the pyramid and climbing up to claim the spot as Head Cheerleader.
That's why it was annoying when that freaking Berry got so many solos in glee, then at sectionals. It bothered Santana to no end because although she was going to have one small solo with Puck, the whole club should have done a song where everyone could have a solo, or a song where there were no solos, as a real glee club would. Mr. Schue was biased, and no one could deny that.
Still, she put on her cheap dress and told everyone that she might have actually liked glee club. It wasn’t a lie, but she wouldn’t mention it to anyone besides Brittany again. If they did, she would kill them.
On the way to the stage where they would perform, she whispered to Puck, “Are you ready?”
He smirked back, and said, “What, are you scared, Satan?”
She scoffed, but replied, “Sort of. I just wish maybe that Britt could have a solo. She’s an amazing dancer and singer.”
“Yeah, that’s it.”
Glaring at his shining eyes, she said, “It is.” She decided to change the subject before he could say anything else. “Fabray is about to give birth. Thoughts, Puckerman?”
Puck knew what she did, but otherwise didn’t acknowledge it. “I don’t know. Quinn’s gonna give her up for adoption and that’s it. She probably won’t remember me next year.”
“People don’t forget pregnancies.”
“Whatever.” He grabbed her hand and pulled her toward the stage. “We’re on.”
As they hit the stage they felt all eyes and ears on them. It was thrilling. It was nerve-wracking. It was... amazing. As they sang the final notes of "Don't Stop Believin'," Puck and Santana looked at one another and grinned. They'd done it. They'd shown the crowd that they were worthy of standing up there and winning that trophy.
As they hit the backstage area, they all laughed and hugged. Santana held Brittany's hand when no one was looking, her eyes sparkling as she grinned.
Then, a surprised yelp rang out and pandemonium ensued.
Quinn's water had broken and they were all rushing toward her now, checking on her, panicking and calling for an ambulance.
Damn it, someone get her to the hospital right now. This is ridiculous," Santana shrieked. "No me gusta!"
After what felt like a complete blur of running and shouting and somewhat violent tendencies -- she couldn't help it that the nurse was in her way -- there they were, all of them, looking at Beth as Quinn cradled her in her arms. Puck looked both nauseated and relieved, but she could see the look in his eyes. It was almost painful to witness and she looked away, like she was intruding on some private moment that the two of them hadn't intended for the glee club to see.
But at the very core of it, there they were. A group of misfits, all dressed up in their regionals outfits and crammed into a tiny, depressing-as-hell and sterilized room, looking down at the newest addition. In this moment she felt it more than anything: family.
5th - meghan_84 (Teachers) + blue_icy_rose (New Directions)
They are what could be considered friends now and it’s surprisingly not weird.
Dave arranges star shaped rainbow frosted cookies on a platter like Kurt asked.
Kurt straightens chairs and rambles on Dave’s only half listening. “So then I told Rachel not even I was enough gay to do that number…besides and I’ll never admit this publicly but that girl can out sing me if she has half the mind too.”
Dave snorts at that. “Yeah right Hummel, not only do you look like a Botticelli angel you sound like one… and no offense but I’m not sure anyone can out gay you.”
Kurt actually smiles at him. “A compliment followed by an insult. No one is ever going to understand our friendship.”
Dave shrugs. “For once I don’t care what people think.” there’s a gleam in Kurt’s eye that sort of scares the shit out of Dave.
“Care to prove it?” Kurt taps his index finger against his lips and Dave tries very hard not to stare. He clears his throat. “What do you mean?”
“I have an extra ticket to this years sectionals competition you should come. As my friend.”
“What? You mean I just go and sit next to your Dad like he doesn’t hate me?”
“Well I’d sit next to Carole just to be safe, but yes I would really like your support.”
Before Dave can respond the PFLAG participants flood the room and he later finds the ticket in his locker and is so completely unsure of what to do.
He spends the rest of the week debating with himself on whether or not he should actually go. On the one hand, his new friendship with Kurt is something that most people really don’t understand and he’s almost positive that Az has started some sort of betting pool on how long it will take before Dave admits that his real reason for this is to somehow screw Kurt over.
Not that he can blame them, even if it’s not true.
He thinks of prom and how he walked away and decides that it’s probably time he actually backed that up.
Which is probably how he finds himself walking up to the Hummels and asking if the seat next to Finn’s mom is taken.
Kurt’s dad stares at him for a few long moments and then stands up, stepping towards him.
Hell, he’s going to get punched in the face. He should’ve stayed home.
“Burt, now is not the time to-“
Despite the fact that she looks a bit like she wants to give him the third degree too, Dave has to appreciate the fact that she’s trying.
“It’s okay, Carole,” he tells her before turning back to Dave. “You planning on starting anything, kid?”
Dave shakes his head. “No. I’m just here as Kurt’s friend.” He holds up the ticket stub and hopes that’s enough proof.
Burt studies it and it’s easy to tell the moment he spots the number declaring it to be Kurt’s extra ticket because he nods slowly.
“Then, no, that seat’s not taken,” he says, sitting back down.
He still looks a bit like he’ll have a shotgun or something ready if Dave does decide to start anything but Dave’s still going to count this one as a win.
6th - nowheretogo26 (Cheerios) & samelthecamel (New Directions)
When Kurt had suggested he come over after school, he wasn't sure exactly what he had been expecting. Maybe rushed kisses and frantic hands before Burt got home, but certainly not this. Certainly not his boyfriend buried knee-deep in his closet, mumbling under his breath into his scarves and boots.
Blaine tugged off his wet cardigan and draped it over the edge of Kurt's desk chair, wishing he'd anticipated the warm summer rain when he'd left his house earlier. As if to punctuate his thought, a flash of lightning lit up the dark sky outside. "Kurt?"
His boyfriend popped his head up and smiled instantly. "Blaine! I didn't even hear you come in." He waved Blaine closer, tugging on his hand when he got close enough. "Come help me; I'm looking for the perfect boots to go with the awful Sectionals outfit Mr. Schue picked..."
Blaine kneeled down next to Kurt, gingerly moving the scarves out from under him. "What does he have planned now?"
Kurt pulled a face but his eyes were bright with amusement. "Plaid, Blaine. Plaid. I don't understand where he gets these awful ideas."
"You look great in plaid, Kurt... Remember prom?" Blaine bumped his shoulder against Kurt's and wagged his eyebrows over-dramatically.
Kurt feigned a snobby air, sticking his nose up. "Yes, well. I look fabulous in anything. It's the rest of the team I'm worried about."
Blaine chuckled and leaned in for a quick kiss. As their lips met, a particularly loud burst of thunder shook the house and the lights flickered once before the entire room fell into darkness.
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"That was magical." Blaine chuckled from within the darkness. There was no response.
"Kurt? What's wrong?" All Blaine could hear was Kurt's heavy breathing getting louder and louder.
What was wrong with his Kurt? Blaine grabbed hold of him and he could feel that Kurt was shaking.
"Kurt you have to tell me what's wrong." Seeing Kurt panic was making Blaine panic.
A tiny whisper came from Kurt. "Flash light, by the back door."
Blaine took off to get the flash light without asking any questions. It must be important to Kurt, so therefore it must be important to him.
He found the flashlight just where Kurt said it was. Even though it was dark you could still make out the lump sitting on the shelf next to the door. Every time there was a lightning flash it lit up the entire room.
Switching on the torch, Blaine ran back to Kurt's room. But where was Kurt? "Kurt! Kurt! Kurt!" As he ran into the room the torchlight instantly lit it so everything was visible once more.
There was a scrambling noise coming from the closet. As Blaine walked over to it, a scared Kurt slowly peeped out. He looked embarrassed about what had happened.
"Come tell me what is wrong." Blaine offered. He really didn't like to see Kurt like this and hopefully the flash light would help.
Before he could say anything else. Kurt had pulled him down to sit on the bed next to him. Snuggling up against Blaine, Kurt felt safe and comfortable. "I can't stand the dark. I freak out when the lights go out. Sometimes I even have to sleep with a light on."
Blaine sighed with relief. "I thought my kiss was so bad that you decided to retreat back into the closet."
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