25 days of Glee-mas
Hello! It's been a while! XD
One of the girls in my RPG is doing a 25-day drabble... thingy. And I was like, that sounds like fun! But what to write about...
Well, durr.
Here is day 1. Hopefully it doesn't suck as badly as I suspect it does. ^_^
Title: On the first day of Glee-mas, my true love gave to me... threats of the highest degree!
Fandom: Glee
Word Count: 206
Rating: as PG as Fox will permit
“Schuester!”
Will resisted the urge to flinch as Sue Sylvester strode into the room. Never show your enemy your weak flank. “Sue.”
“I have sent you seventeen emails since second period,” she said. “Just because your mastery of the English language is questionable doesn’t give you the right to ignore correspondence.”
“I teach Spanish,” Will said. “That doesn’t mean I-“
“I don’t want your excuses, Will,” Sue said, her eyes wandering over his desk. “I just want-what is this crap.” Picking up a piece of sheet music between two fingers, as though it was something dirty, she turned to look at him, accusingly.
“It’s… holiday music, Sue,” Will said. “For winter season mash-ups.”
“No,” she said. “’My Favorite Things’ is not a holiday song, any more than ‘The Sound of Music’ is a holiday film.” Slamming the page down on the desk, she leaned over and stared him down. “Not all sentimental garbage can be assigned to a holiday, Schuester. Nor should it.” Straightening, she said, “Check your email.” As she turned to leave, she tossed over her shoulder, “And I better not see any Irving Berlin on that landfill you call a desk, either, or you can kiss that man-perm of yours ‘adios’.”
One of the girls in my RPG is doing a 25-day drabble... thingy. And I was like, that sounds like fun! But what to write about...
Well, durr.
Here is day 1. Hopefully it doesn't suck as badly as I suspect it does. ^_^
Title: On the first day of Glee-mas, my true love gave to me... threats of the highest degree!
Fandom: Glee
Word Count: 206
Rating: as PG as Fox will permit
“Schuester!”
Will resisted the urge to flinch as Sue Sylvester strode into the room. Never show your enemy your weak flank. “Sue.”
“I have sent you seventeen emails since second period,” she said. “Just because your mastery of the English language is questionable doesn’t give you the right to ignore correspondence.”
“I teach Spanish,” Will said. “That doesn’t mean I-“
“I don’t want your excuses, Will,” Sue said, her eyes wandering over his desk. “I just want-what is this crap.” Picking up a piece of sheet music between two fingers, as though it was something dirty, she turned to look at him, accusingly.
“It’s… holiday music, Sue,” Will said. “For winter season mash-ups.”
“No,” she said. “’My Favorite Things’ is not a holiday song, any more than ‘The Sound of Music’ is a holiday film.” Slamming the page down on the desk, she leaned over and stared him down. “Not all sentimental garbage can be assigned to a holiday, Schuester. Nor should it.” Straightening, she said, “Check your email.” As she turned to leave, she tossed over her shoulder, “And I better not see any Irving Berlin on that landfill you call a desk, either, or you can kiss that man-perm of yours ‘adios’.”