Cobalt, prologue
A/N: This is a fic I've been thinking about for a while now. It's Brittana, Scarlet Pimpernel style. (Set in modern day high school, not 18th century France.) I hope it will be long and angsty and good. If you have an opinion (good, bad, colossal yawn fest, etc), please leave a comment. I'd hate to invest in something with this kind of scope if people aren't reading. I've rated it R for language, violence and sex. Shouldn't be anything too graphic, but I want to cover my bases, just in case. Prologue is short, chapters are long. Enjoy.
Cobalt
Prologue
Finn Hudson was trapped.
He backed slowly against the wall, his hands clenched into balls at his sides. He was cornered. No choice but to wait and watch three guys in blue lettermen jackets inch toward him.
A fourth stood further back, watching with lazy eyes.
“Karofsky,” Finn called to him. “You don’t have to do this.”
Karofsky sneered. “You’re on my turf, Hudson. I have every right to do this.” Karofsky’s three stepped closer. “What brings you to Paris anyway? Trying to get your sorry McKinley ass a date for prom?”
“You wish, Karofsky,” Finn spat. “It’ll be a cold day in hell before I’m with a Paris girl.”
“I know it, Finn, but not because of you. Because Paris girls have standards and would rather die than be seen anywhere with a dick like you.”
Finn glanced around nervously for some hope of an exit.
He had no idea that outside in the parking lot, pale, nimble hands worked quickly, emptying a bag of sugar into the gas tank of a red pickup truck.
Footsteps pounded, echoed, down the hallway and someone was panting behind Karofsky.
“Dude. Someone... messing... with your... truck.”
“What?” Karofsky growled.
More panting. “Your truck.”
He whirled on Finn. “This isn’t over, Hudson. The next time I see you, I will kick the shit out of you.” And then to his three football players, “Let’s go.”
Finn watched them run down the hallway, disbelieving.
Once they were gone, the whistle blower turned to Finn and grinned, pushing shaggy blonde hair out of his eyes. “Let’s bail,” he said, and Finn balked.
“Sam?”
Cobalt
Prologue
Finn Hudson was trapped.
He backed slowly against the wall, his hands clenched into balls at his sides. He was cornered. No choice but to wait and watch three guys in blue lettermen jackets inch toward him.
A fourth stood further back, watching with lazy eyes.
“Karofsky,” Finn called to him. “You don’t have to do this.”
Karofsky sneered. “You’re on my turf, Hudson. I have every right to do this.” Karofsky’s three stepped closer. “What brings you to Paris anyway? Trying to get your sorry McKinley ass a date for prom?”
“You wish, Karofsky,” Finn spat. “It’ll be a cold day in hell before I’m with a Paris girl.”
“I know it, Finn, but not because of you. Because Paris girls have standards and would rather die than be seen anywhere with a dick like you.”
Finn glanced around nervously for some hope of an exit.
He had no idea that outside in the parking lot, pale, nimble hands worked quickly, emptying a bag of sugar into the gas tank of a red pickup truck.
Footsteps pounded, echoed, down the hallway and someone was panting behind Karofsky.
“Dude. Someone... messing... with your... truck.”
“What?” Karofsky growled.
More panting. “Your truck.”
He whirled on Finn. “This isn’t over, Hudson. The next time I see you, I will kick the shit out of you.” And then to his three football players, “Let’s go.”
Finn watched them run down the hallway, disbelieving.
Once they were gone, the whistle blower turned to Finn and grinned, pushing shaggy blonde hair out of his eyes. “Let’s bail,” he said, and Finn balked.
“Sam?”