Glee/Avengers movieverse - PG, Quinn
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Title: I was thinking of a son
Fandom: Glee/Avengers movieverse(Norse mythology)
Disclaimer: not my characters; title from Anne Sexton
Warnings: AU; future!fic; mentions of bullying
Pairings: Kurt/Blaine
Rating: PGish
Wordcount: 440
Point of view: third
Note: Part of this ‘verse.
The first time Quinn Fabray saw Kurt Hummel on the news, a complex on fire behind him, and a supervillain she recognized beside him, before they both vanished - she thought, Oh. So much makes sense now.
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Something about Kurt had always struck Quinn as off. He didn’t act like the rest of the peons, like what he was. At McKinley, he’d been the lowest of the low. Quinn didn’t notice him all that often, but when she did - he was adorable, in a dweeby sort of way. And he had such fire. Every time the jocks knocked him down, he got back up and held his head high. And when he finally decided to start being himself, well. Even when she was at the top, she could admit in the safety of her own head that Kurt Hummel had style.
A part of her had wanted to be his friend. A part of her wanted to tear him down just because she knew he’d rule the world someday.
But McKinley High was hers. And he was a nobody.
Watching the news - he wasn’t a nobody anymore.
The whole world saw him now.
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Quinn thought about calling Santana, the only person from McKinley she still kept in contact with. Or trying to track down Finn. He had to know, right?
There was that incident, after Kurt and Blaine both missed a week of school. Azimio Adams did something, tried to attack Kurt, and no one ever agreed on what happened. As far as Quinn knows, no one ever got the whole story. But Azimio was gone after that. Azimio was gone, and Puck kept giving Kurt slightly apprehensive looks, though he couldn’t explain when Quinn asked.
And the knives. Artie couldn’t shut up about them after auditions for West Side Story. And the way Kurt just looked at people sometimes. Quinn didn’t notice at the time, but looking back, and flipping through the scrapbook of New Directions Rachel made for them all - something predatory in his smile. Like he could kill them all and refrained from the goodness of his heart.
She closed the album with a shudder. Then she rewound the news and watched it again.
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She never called Santana, or tracked down Finn. But she read every article, watched every report, and never told anyone she had known Kurt Hummel, once upon a time, when he wore a rainbow of slushies and she’d ruled the world.
And when Kurt Hummel married Blaine Anderson-Stark, Quinn didn’t receive an invitation.
The foolish, pregnant girl she had once been felt hurt by that. The wise Yale graduate she’d become was only glad.
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Title: I was thinking of a son
Fandom: Glee/Avengers movieverse(Norse mythology)
Disclaimer: not my characters; title from Anne Sexton
Warnings: AU; future!fic; mentions of bullying
Pairings: Kurt/Blaine
Rating: PGish
Wordcount: 440
Point of view: third
Note: Part of this ‘verse.
The first time Quinn Fabray saw Kurt Hummel on the news, a complex on fire behind him, and a supervillain she recognized beside him, before they both vanished - she thought, Oh. So much makes sense now.
.
Something about Kurt had always struck Quinn as off. He didn’t act like the rest of the peons, like what he was. At McKinley, he’d been the lowest of the low. Quinn didn’t notice him all that often, but when she did - he was adorable, in a dweeby sort of way. And he had such fire. Every time the jocks knocked him down, he got back up and held his head high. And when he finally decided to start being himself, well. Even when she was at the top, she could admit in the safety of her own head that Kurt Hummel had style.
A part of her had wanted to be his friend. A part of her wanted to tear him down just because she knew he’d rule the world someday.
But McKinley High was hers. And he was a nobody.
Watching the news - he wasn’t a nobody anymore.
The whole world saw him now.
.
Quinn thought about calling Santana, the only person from McKinley she still kept in contact with. Or trying to track down Finn. He had to know, right?
There was that incident, after Kurt and Blaine both missed a week of school. Azimio Adams did something, tried to attack Kurt, and no one ever agreed on what happened. As far as Quinn knows, no one ever got the whole story. But Azimio was gone after that. Azimio was gone, and Puck kept giving Kurt slightly apprehensive looks, though he couldn’t explain when Quinn asked.
And the knives. Artie couldn’t shut up about them after auditions for West Side Story. And the way Kurt just looked at people sometimes. Quinn didn’t notice at the time, but looking back, and flipping through the scrapbook of New Directions Rachel made for them all - something predatory in his smile. Like he could kill them all and refrained from the goodness of his heart.
She closed the album with a shudder. Then she rewound the news and watched it again.
.
She never called Santana, or tracked down Finn. But she read every article, watched every report, and never told anyone she had known Kurt Hummel, once upon a time, when he wore a rainbow of slushies and she’d ruled the world.
And when Kurt Hummel married Blaine Anderson-Stark, Quinn didn’t receive an invitation.
The foolish, pregnant girl she had once been felt hurt by that. The wise Yale graduate she’d become was only glad.