Fic: Song and Dance: Chapter 5 (Crossover: Princess Tutu/Glee, R)
TITLE: Song and Dance
RATING: R
FANDOM: Glee/Princess Tutu
CHARACTERS/PAIRINGS: light Klaine, but morphs into Kurt/Mytho, Neko-sensei/Lord Tubinton, Quinn/Rue/Puck, Santana/Brittany/Lillie, Rachel/Pique/Mercedes, Tina/Autor, Finn/Ahiru, Dave/Lysander, Blaine/Femio, Artie/Fakir/Mike Chang, Sue/Drosselmeyer, Sam/Freya, and fatherly!Schuester/daughter-ly!Uzura
SUMMARY: AU like whoa. Drosselmeyer taps into the mind of a dark-hearted ally and soon New Directions are pulled into a story filled to the brim with magic, romance, and a darkness that only Kurt can fight.
WARNINGS: AU, slash, weird plotlines, magic, femmslash, dark humor, dark plots, sexy times, threesomes, rape, angst and a lot of comic relief. Believe me, we’re gonna need all the comic relief we can get.
AU: New Directions goes to Kinkan City. Princess Tutu students are about 16 or 17, to make the sexy scenes a little less creepy. Magic exists. Most pairings from the end of Season 2 have been dissolved except for Klaine and maybe Brittana. Otherwise… they either never happened or they’re all on breaks.
STATUS: Multi-chaptered.
PAST CHAPTERS: Song and Dance: Past Chapters
DEDICATION: To the lovely moonyazu9: If it wasn't for you, this fic would never have existed. Love and Red Vines. Or Pringles. Or Hershey's Kisses. Or Diet Coke... or all of it. Mmmm... I'm hungry now.
Chapter Five: Perfect Harmony?
“I’m bored,” Mercedes said, her face slipping off her hand, which was nestled on her knee.
She and Rachel had a free block until dinner, which wouldn’t be served in the cafeteria for another two hours. The others were still in class, or they had found something to do. Mercedes had tried to get Rachel to go into town for dinner, but Rachel was on a strict schedule from her teachers.
“I know. That’s the 74th time you’ve said that,” Rachel replied.
“I can’t believe you’re counting,” Mercedes replied, giving Rachel her best Diva face.
They glared at each other for a moment before they burst out laughing. “I can never stay mad at you, boo,” Mercedes said, cuddling with her friend.
“The fact that you’re calling me what every man calls their girlfriend is perfect, Mercy,” Rachel said, smiling into the cuddle. “Especially since I dropped Finn to experiment with girls.”
“And I dropped Sam for the same reason,” Mercedes replied. They nuzzled noses for a moment before Rachel gasped and took out the box of sheet music that was smiling at them in the corner.
“I have an idea to curb our boredom, my dear Mercy…”
“Listening to romantic music while we talk about our feelings and massage each other’s backs and feet before making out back in our room?” Mercedes asked.
“Not quite… but close enough. And we can definitely make-out afterwards…” Rachel replied.
The whole school was assembled in the auditorium, it seemed. Because when the glee club was putting on an impromptu performance, everyone seemed to know about it and classes let out early to see. Since it was only Mercedes and Rachel, though, word had gotten out only by rumors, and the teachers still let everyone out to watch the show.
Rachel got down from the little room where Autor spent most of his time (playing the piano, most likely) and smiled at her friend-who-wasn’t-her-girlfriend-just-yet. “Ready for this, Mercy?”
“It won’t be a true Diva off, since we’re friends now, but I think we can still give the audience what they want.”
“What, blood?” Rachel asked, remembering Kurt back when New Directions was just six people and not the big happy family it had turned into over the last two years.
“Nope, sex. You taught us well, Berry,” Mercedes replied, winking.
Rachel giggled like a little girl before poking her head out of the curtains and making a complex signal to Autor in his hermit hole to tell him to start playing the music on his grand piano. The introduction turned out to be the one from “Voulez-Vous” by ABBA. The two girls jumped onto the stage and began to sing…
But as soon as they did, there was a scream, and a purple-haired girl jumped up and ran on the stage. Mercedes and Rachel glanced at each other, but decided to incorporate the girl (Pique, Rachel later remembered) in their act. When one girl wasn’t singing, she asked Pique several questions in a rather creeper way.
Stroking Pique’s hair as Rachel took her part, Mercedes asked, “Darling, what’s the matter?”
Pique shied away from Mercy like she had been bitten, “D-D-Don’t touch me!”
Half-way through the song, Rachel wasn’t singing, and so she was asking the odd girl questions, getting odd answers back, and sometimes even screaming. Pique was wild-eyed in fright, but Rachel could not understand why the girl seemed scared of nothing. Mercedes and she were only having a bit of fun, and the audience was even laughing, thinking that the small, purple-haired dancer was just a really good actress, and not the reality: which seemed to be that Pique was actually frightened for her life.
Finally, Rachel got it as she grabbed one of Pique’s hands, Mercedes taking the other. Rachel searched for Kurt and Duck in the crowd, knowing they would come to support the two. She spotted them near the back, all ready getting to the exits. Rachel smiled, because she knew that Kurt and Duck were Prince and Princess Tutu (everyone knew), and that their heart shard necklaces had glowed or were glowing, and they were on their way to fix the problem.
At the end of the song, Rachel pulled Pique off to one side and pinned her against the wall. Pique screamed, and Mercedes put her hand over the girl’s mouth, as Rachel was using all her strength to keep Pique against the wall.
“Thanks, you two, we’ll take it from here,” the handsome Prince Tutu said, appearing with Princess Tutu at his side.
Rachel and Mercedes reluctantly moved away from the ballerina, only to have the girl’s knees start quivering before she completely fainted. Rachel ran to her, but Princess Tutu cried, “Stop, Miss Berry!”
A red flash erupted from Pique’s body, and the heart shard appeared, eyes widened in fear. “Fear…” Prince Tutu murmured, just as the heart shard bolted. Prince and Princess Tutu glanced at each other before they dashed off after the red bolt of light.
Rachel ran back to Pique and fanned the girl lightly with her hand. Mercedes knelt down slowly and looked up at her singing partner, “Rachel, what are you doing?”
“I don’t know as much about this magic stuff as Brittany apparently does, but I’m willing to bet everyone who gets possessed by Mytho’s heart shards wakes up with a really big headache or something…”
Mercedes frowned, “Well… I’m not sure where the girl lives so… we should get her up to our room and let her sleep the whole ordeal off…”
Rachel nodded and picked the girl up like Pique was actually five and not seventeen or eighteen. “Wow… it’s true what they say about ballerinas: they’re skinny and not very heavy,” she huffed.
Mercedes smiled at the scene, made a mental picture to draw out thoroughly with the help of one of her Art Department friends (a shy girl named Malen), so the girl could draw it out for her (if she sketched the layout first and reminded the bespectacled girl which one was Rachel and which one was Pique), and then followed her roommate back to their dorm.
Princess Tutu held the shard close to her chest. “That one was tricky. I didn’t know the heart shards could suddenly produce swords out of no where…”
Prince Tutu glanced at his sister before scanning the campus again. “He’s a prince. And that was the heart shard of fear. People often lash out when… lash out when they’re afraid.”
Princess Tutu nodded, and looked around again, “He couldn’t have gone to the mill… Fakir and Rue are on friendly terms again, and everything is almost back to normal…”
Prince Tutu nodded, and suddenly spotted Mytho: he was sitting under a willow in the lovely evening sunshine, his head resting on the trunk of the tree. Prince Tutu pointed at the scene, and Princess Tutu was just about to release the shard when Rue and Fakir came out of the woodwork and sat down on either end of the white-haired prince, clearly seeing Prince and Princess Tutu standing on the cobbled path.
“Release it anyway,” Prince Tutu hissed. Usually Mytho had been alone in accepting the shards. Usually with different reactions when the heart shard went into his chest.
Princess Tutu did as her brother suggested, and the shard went in to Mytho just as the other shards did. But this time, Mytho had felt Prince and Princess Tutu’s presence, turned to wave at them, and, just as the heart shard entered his chest, crumpled back on his knees and screamed bloody murder. Fakir and Rue glared at Prince and Princess Tutu before they both hugged the trembling teenager. Princess Tutu quacked and became a duck, and as soon as she did, Kurt was back in his normal form.
“What’s wrong with you, Mytho?” Fakir shouted.
“I’m… I’m afraid,” Mytho said, pointing at Kurt and the small waterfowl he was picking up, along with Duck’s summer dress (she had a plethora of those, apparently).
“Afraid of what, sweetheart?” Rue asked, facts clicking together. She smiled maliciously at Kurt and Duck, knowing the answer and knowing that Kurt, at least, knew the answer as well.
“P-P-Prince and P-P-P-Princess T-T-Tutu!” the boy cried.
Kurt blinked back tears as Mytho gave him a look that would tear anyone’s heart out. Mytho squeaked and buried his head into the crook of Fakir’s shoulder. Somehow, knowing that Kurt was Prince Tutu made the white-haired boy scared of Kurt. And it broke Kurt’s heart in two because…
“I thought you were on the road to falling for me…” he whispered, choking up. He pulled Duck closer to his chest, burrowing his face in her feathers as the hand gripping her dress balled the fabris feverishly. Duck cried out too, knowing Mytho knew her as Princess Tutu. Kurt finally turned tail and left for his and Finn’s room, not caring that he was getting dust all over his black suede shoes…
“I haven’t seen Mytho all day,” Puck said, leaning back on his hands. For some odd reason, he was outside with Quinn. Why he had chosen her over Artie and Mike, who also had this block free, he had no clue.
But Puck was tired, and Quinn had been lounging in the grass, her short blonde hair framing her face prettily as she looked up at the clouds. “That one looks like a tree.”
“Really? The trunk is shorter than any tree I’ve ever seen,” Puck replied.
“I bet Mytho is resting up. He had quite a scare after that Heart-Shard-of-Fear fiasco the other day…”
“I heard Fakir and Rue moved him from the dorms into that abandoned shack near the river…” Puck said.
Quinn glanced at him, raising her eyebrow, “You’re back to eavesdropping on people, aren’t you?” she asked.
“Not on purpose! I just…” here Quinn noticed her companion’s blush before he continued with his excuse, “Rue was talking about it with Fakir and…”
Quinn frowned, “You like her!”
Puck sat up, Quinn following him. They glared at each other, “You do too, if you’re so overprotective of her…”
Quinn was about to get up and leave when she realized something: Puck was her baby-daddy. He owed something to her, and it wasn’t fair to her to take away something Puck wanted. But she wanted Rue as well. She looked Puck up and down before she smirked.
“What is it, Lesbian Princess?” Puck asked, referring to Quinn’s haircut.
“How about we share her?” Quinn asked, fluttering her eyelashes flirtatiously, “I haven’t quite given up on men, so…”
Puck’s eyebrows raised. He had had threesomes before, but the third girl had been some random chick and they both would have been very, very drunk. Never had one chick suggested it.
“How do you know Rue would go for it?” Puck asked, as if that was the catch to his initial dream-come-true.
“You can be persuasive. And so can I. Doubling the power of persuasion, I think we can get Rue to love both of us…” Quinn replied, her eyebrows raising up and then back down quite quickly. “Besides. I’ve seen her touching Duck and know she’s at least bisexual, especially when she was dating Mytho. And she was checking out a lot of the New Directions girls when we met.”
“Wow… persuasive and observant. Why did I never notice these qualities in you?”
“How do you think I got Finn to be my Prom King candidate?” Quinn asked.
Puck smiled, then looked to the doors of the Ballet Department. He had heard Rue’s giggle as she exited with Fakir. Quinn noticed this as well, as her eyebrows knitted together. “He’s our real enemy, anyway,” she pointed out.
“We’ll have to get her mind off both Mytho and Fakir, and persuade her that a relationship with us is what she really wants…”
“We’ll have to be tender with her, in that case. Show her that two tender lovers is what she needs more than an emotionally distant knight and a practically zombie-like prince…” Quinn said.
Puck nodded and put out his hand, to which Quinn shook. “I look forward to doing business with you, Ms. Fabray.”
“Right back at you, Mr. Puckerman.”
“Thanks for taking me out, Mike,” Artie said, looking back at the Asian boy with a smile on his face. The sunshine through the tree made mottled shadows on the bespectacled boy’s face, and for some odd reason the Asian dancer wanted to push his brown hair out of his view of the contagious smile.
Instead, Mike laughed, “Well, it was either me or Puck…” he said.
“I never get tired of Puckerman,” Artie said, “But I haven’t seen you since we landed here in Kinkan City.”
“Yeah… I wanted to have another duet with you. ‘P.Y.T’ was great an all but…” Mike trailed off when he noticed two people come out of the Ballet Department building. In the distance the Asian dancer noticed Puck and Quinn, sitting up and talking in the shortly cropped grass, though both kept turning to the duo that just exited the building.
“What?” Artie asked.
“Sorry… for some odd reason… Fakir moves me,” Mike said, looking at the male dancer as he exchanged words with the other black-haired beauty: Rue.
Artie blinked, blushing, “Yeah… he certainly is pretty… for a boy, I mean. Not as pretty as Kurt… but Kurt’s my friend and that would be weird for me to call him pretty…” he rambled slightly.
Mike laughed, cutting the other one off slightly. “Artie, sometimes you are too cute…”
Artie blushed, and then watched as Rue and Fakir slipped off together. “How about a threesome? Fakir, you, and me…”
Mike sighed, “I don’t know… my break with Tina just happened a couple weeks ago…”
“She won’t notice. I’ve seen her ogling after Autor. He’s the piano player for her all-girls’ choir, but when I pass by and listen and watch… for support, man. None of the girls in there interest me. All talking animals except for one brunette chick and Tina,” Artie said when he saw Mike staring at him, “Anyway… she seems to like the dude. And I don’t blame her. Or him. If he wants it…”
Mike nodded his head slightly, but he was smiling, “I like the idea. I mean, after last year, I just want to take a break from glee girls… girls in general, man… Experiment some. I guess experimenting with boys and polyamory is a good summer project.”
Artie smiled and took Mike’s hand, “Then we better find a way to get Fakir away from Rue and somehow persuade him to experiment with homosexual polyamory with us…”
Mike looked in the general direction of where Fakir and Rue had disappeared to and nodded, “Before summer vacation and this trip ends.”
Artie nodded, his eyes following his partner’s. “Yup. True dat.”
RATING: R
FANDOM: Glee/Princess Tutu
CHARACTERS/PAIRINGS: light Klaine, but morphs into Kurt/Mytho, Neko-sensei/Lord Tubinton, Quinn/Rue/Puck, Santana/Brittany/Lillie, Rachel/Pique/Mercedes, Tina/Autor, Finn/Ahiru, Dave/Lysander, Blaine/Femio, Artie/Fakir/Mike Chang, Sue/Drosselmeyer, Sam/Freya, and fatherly!Schuester/daughter-ly!Uzura
SUMMARY: AU like whoa. Drosselmeyer taps into the mind of a dark-hearted ally and soon New Directions are pulled into a story filled to the brim with magic, romance, and a darkness that only Kurt can fight.
WARNINGS: AU, slash, weird plotlines, magic, femmslash, dark humor, dark plots, sexy times, threesomes, rape, angst and a lot of comic relief. Believe me, we’re gonna need all the comic relief we can get.
AU: New Directions goes to Kinkan City. Princess Tutu students are about 16 or 17, to make the sexy scenes a little less creepy. Magic exists. Most pairings from the end of Season 2 have been dissolved except for Klaine and maybe Brittana. Otherwise… they either never happened or they’re all on breaks.
STATUS: Multi-chaptered.
PAST CHAPTERS: Song and Dance: Past Chapters
DEDICATION: To the lovely moonyazu9: If it wasn't for you, this fic would never have existed. Love and Red Vines. Or Pringles. Or Hershey's Kisses. Or Diet Coke... or all of it. Mmmm... I'm hungry now.
Chapter Five: Perfect Harmony?
“I’m bored,” Mercedes said, her face slipping off her hand, which was nestled on her knee.
She and Rachel had a free block until dinner, which wouldn’t be served in the cafeteria for another two hours. The others were still in class, or they had found something to do. Mercedes had tried to get Rachel to go into town for dinner, but Rachel was on a strict schedule from her teachers.
“I know. That’s the 74th time you’ve said that,” Rachel replied.
“I can’t believe you’re counting,” Mercedes replied, giving Rachel her best Diva face.
They glared at each other for a moment before they burst out laughing. “I can never stay mad at you, boo,” Mercedes said, cuddling with her friend.
“The fact that you’re calling me what every man calls their girlfriend is perfect, Mercy,” Rachel said, smiling into the cuddle. “Especially since I dropped Finn to experiment with girls.”
“And I dropped Sam for the same reason,” Mercedes replied. They nuzzled noses for a moment before Rachel gasped and took out the box of sheet music that was smiling at them in the corner.
“I have an idea to curb our boredom, my dear Mercy…”
“Listening to romantic music while we talk about our feelings and massage each other’s backs and feet before making out back in our room?” Mercedes asked.
“Not quite… but close enough. And we can definitely make-out afterwards…” Rachel replied.
The whole school was assembled in the auditorium, it seemed. Because when the glee club was putting on an impromptu performance, everyone seemed to know about it and classes let out early to see. Since it was only Mercedes and Rachel, though, word had gotten out only by rumors, and the teachers still let everyone out to watch the show.
Rachel got down from the little room where Autor spent most of his time (playing the piano, most likely) and smiled at her friend-who-wasn’t-her-girlfriend-just-yet. “Ready for this, Mercy?”
“It won’t be a true Diva off, since we’re friends now, but I think we can still give the audience what they want.”
“What, blood?” Rachel asked, remembering Kurt back when New Directions was just six people and not the big happy family it had turned into over the last two years.
“Nope, sex. You taught us well, Berry,” Mercedes replied, winking.
Rachel giggled like a little girl before poking her head out of the curtains and making a complex signal to Autor in his hermit hole to tell him to start playing the music on his grand piano. The introduction turned out to be the one from “Voulez-Vous” by ABBA. The two girls jumped onto the stage and began to sing…
But as soon as they did, there was a scream, and a purple-haired girl jumped up and ran on the stage. Mercedes and Rachel glanced at each other, but decided to incorporate the girl (Pique, Rachel later remembered) in their act. When one girl wasn’t singing, she asked Pique several questions in a rather creeper way.
Stroking Pique’s hair as Rachel took her part, Mercedes asked, “Darling, what’s the matter?”
Pique shied away from Mercy like she had been bitten, “D-D-Don’t touch me!”
Half-way through the song, Rachel wasn’t singing, and so she was asking the odd girl questions, getting odd answers back, and sometimes even screaming. Pique was wild-eyed in fright, but Rachel could not understand why the girl seemed scared of nothing. Mercedes and she were only having a bit of fun, and the audience was even laughing, thinking that the small, purple-haired dancer was just a really good actress, and not the reality: which seemed to be that Pique was actually frightened for her life.
Finally, Rachel got it as she grabbed one of Pique’s hands, Mercedes taking the other. Rachel searched for Kurt and Duck in the crowd, knowing they would come to support the two. She spotted them near the back, all ready getting to the exits. Rachel smiled, because she knew that Kurt and Duck were Prince and Princess Tutu (everyone knew), and that their heart shard necklaces had glowed or were glowing, and they were on their way to fix the problem.
At the end of the song, Rachel pulled Pique off to one side and pinned her against the wall. Pique screamed, and Mercedes put her hand over the girl’s mouth, as Rachel was using all her strength to keep Pique against the wall.
“Thanks, you two, we’ll take it from here,” the handsome Prince Tutu said, appearing with Princess Tutu at his side.
Rachel and Mercedes reluctantly moved away from the ballerina, only to have the girl’s knees start quivering before she completely fainted. Rachel ran to her, but Princess Tutu cried, “Stop, Miss Berry!”
A red flash erupted from Pique’s body, and the heart shard appeared, eyes widened in fear. “Fear…” Prince Tutu murmured, just as the heart shard bolted. Prince and Princess Tutu glanced at each other before they dashed off after the red bolt of light.
Rachel ran back to Pique and fanned the girl lightly with her hand. Mercedes knelt down slowly and looked up at her singing partner, “Rachel, what are you doing?”
“I don’t know as much about this magic stuff as Brittany apparently does, but I’m willing to bet everyone who gets possessed by Mytho’s heart shards wakes up with a really big headache or something…”
Mercedes frowned, “Well… I’m not sure where the girl lives so… we should get her up to our room and let her sleep the whole ordeal off…”
Rachel nodded and picked the girl up like Pique was actually five and not seventeen or eighteen. “Wow… it’s true what they say about ballerinas: they’re skinny and not very heavy,” she huffed.
Mercedes smiled at the scene, made a mental picture to draw out thoroughly with the help of one of her Art Department friends (a shy girl named Malen), so the girl could draw it out for her (if she sketched the layout first and reminded the bespectacled girl which one was Rachel and which one was Pique), and then followed her roommate back to their dorm.
Princess Tutu held the shard close to her chest. “That one was tricky. I didn’t know the heart shards could suddenly produce swords out of no where…”
Prince Tutu glanced at his sister before scanning the campus again. “He’s a prince. And that was the heart shard of fear. People often lash out when… lash out when they’re afraid.”
Princess Tutu nodded, and looked around again, “He couldn’t have gone to the mill… Fakir and Rue are on friendly terms again, and everything is almost back to normal…”
Prince Tutu nodded, and suddenly spotted Mytho: he was sitting under a willow in the lovely evening sunshine, his head resting on the trunk of the tree. Prince Tutu pointed at the scene, and Princess Tutu was just about to release the shard when Rue and Fakir came out of the woodwork and sat down on either end of the white-haired prince, clearly seeing Prince and Princess Tutu standing on the cobbled path.
“Release it anyway,” Prince Tutu hissed. Usually Mytho had been alone in accepting the shards. Usually with different reactions when the heart shard went into his chest.
Princess Tutu did as her brother suggested, and the shard went in to Mytho just as the other shards did. But this time, Mytho had felt Prince and Princess Tutu’s presence, turned to wave at them, and, just as the heart shard entered his chest, crumpled back on his knees and screamed bloody murder. Fakir and Rue glared at Prince and Princess Tutu before they both hugged the trembling teenager. Princess Tutu quacked and became a duck, and as soon as she did, Kurt was back in his normal form.
“What’s wrong with you, Mytho?” Fakir shouted.
“I’m… I’m afraid,” Mytho said, pointing at Kurt and the small waterfowl he was picking up, along with Duck’s summer dress (she had a plethora of those, apparently).
“Afraid of what, sweetheart?” Rue asked, facts clicking together. She smiled maliciously at Kurt and Duck, knowing the answer and knowing that Kurt, at least, knew the answer as well.
“P-P-Prince and P-P-P-Princess T-T-Tutu!” the boy cried.
Kurt blinked back tears as Mytho gave him a look that would tear anyone’s heart out. Mytho squeaked and buried his head into the crook of Fakir’s shoulder. Somehow, knowing that Kurt was Prince Tutu made the white-haired boy scared of Kurt. And it broke Kurt’s heart in two because…
“I thought you were on the road to falling for me…” he whispered, choking up. He pulled Duck closer to his chest, burrowing his face in her feathers as the hand gripping her dress balled the fabris feverishly. Duck cried out too, knowing Mytho knew her as Princess Tutu. Kurt finally turned tail and left for his and Finn’s room, not caring that he was getting dust all over his black suede shoes…
“I haven’t seen Mytho all day,” Puck said, leaning back on his hands. For some odd reason, he was outside with Quinn. Why he had chosen her over Artie and Mike, who also had this block free, he had no clue.
But Puck was tired, and Quinn had been lounging in the grass, her short blonde hair framing her face prettily as she looked up at the clouds. “That one looks like a tree.”
“Really? The trunk is shorter than any tree I’ve ever seen,” Puck replied.
“I bet Mytho is resting up. He had quite a scare after that Heart-Shard-of-Fear fiasco the other day…”
“I heard Fakir and Rue moved him from the dorms into that abandoned shack near the river…” Puck said.
Quinn glanced at him, raising her eyebrow, “You’re back to eavesdropping on people, aren’t you?” she asked.
“Not on purpose! I just…” here Quinn noticed her companion’s blush before he continued with his excuse, “Rue was talking about it with Fakir and…”
Quinn frowned, “You like her!”
Puck sat up, Quinn following him. They glared at each other, “You do too, if you’re so overprotective of her…”
Quinn was about to get up and leave when she realized something: Puck was her baby-daddy. He owed something to her, and it wasn’t fair to her to take away something Puck wanted. But she wanted Rue as well. She looked Puck up and down before she smirked.
“What is it, Lesbian Princess?” Puck asked, referring to Quinn’s haircut.
“How about we share her?” Quinn asked, fluttering her eyelashes flirtatiously, “I haven’t quite given up on men, so…”
Puck’s eyebrows raised. He had had threesomes before, but the third girl had been some random chick and they both would have been very, very drunk. Never had one chick suggested it.
“How do you know Rue would go for it?” Puck asked, as if that was the catch to his initial dream-come-true.
“You can be persuasive. And so can I. Doubling the power of persuasion, I think we can get Rue to love both of us…” Quinn replied, her eyebrows raising up and then back down quite quickly. “Besides. I’ve seen her touching Duck and know she’s at least bisexual, especially when she was dating Mytho. And she was checking out a lot of the New Directions girls when we met.”
“Wow… persuasive and observant. Why did I never notice these qualities in you?”
“How do you think I got Finn to be my Prom King candidate?” Quinn asked.
Puck smiled, then looked to the doors of the Ballet Department. He had heard Rue’s giggle as she exited with Fakir. Quinn noticed this as well, as her eyebrows knitted together. “He’s our real enemy, anyway,” she pointed out.
“We’ll have to get her mind off both Mytho and Fakir, and persuade her that a relationship with us is what she really wants…”
“We’ll have to be tender with her, in that case. Show her that two tender lovers is what she needs more than an emotionally distant knight and a practically zombie-like prince…” Quinn said.
Puck nodded and put out his hand, to which Quinn shook. “I look forward to doing business with you, Ms. Fabray.”
“Right back at you, Mr. Puckerman.”
“Thanks for taking me out, Mike,” Artie said, looking back at the Asian boy with a smile on his face. The sunshine through the tree made mottled shadows on the bespectacled boy’s face, and for some odd reason the Asian dancer wanted to push his brown hair out of his view of the contagious smile.
Instead, Mike laughed, “Well, it was either me or Puck…” he said.
“I never get tired of Puckerman,” Artie said, “But I haven’t seen you since we landed here in Kinkan City.”
“Yeah… I wanted to have another duet with you. ‘P.Y.T’ was great an all but…” Mike trailed off when he noticed two people come out of the Ballet Department building. In the distance the Asian dancer noticed Puck and Quinn, sitting up and talking in the shortly cropped grass, though both kept turning to the duo that just exited the building.
“What?” Artie asked.
“Sorry… for some odd reason… Fakir moves me,” Mike said, looking at the male dancer as he exchanged words with the other black-haired beauty: Rue.
Artie blinked, blushing, “Yeah… he certainly is pretty… for a boy, I mean. Not as pretty as Kurt… but Kurt’s my friend and that would be weird for me to call him pretty…” he rambled slightly.
Mike laughed, cutting the other one off slightly. “Artie, sometimes you are too cute…”
Artie blushed, and then watched as Rue and Fakir slipped off together. “How about a threesome? Fakir, you, and me…”
Mike sighed, “I don’t know… my break with Tina just happened a couple weeks ago…”
“She won’t notice. I’ve seen her ogling after Autor. He’s the piano player for her all-girls’ choir, but when I pass by and listen and watch… for support, man. None of the girls in there interest me. All talking animals except for one brunette chick and Tina,” Artie said when he saw Mike staring at him, “Anyway… she seems to like the dude. And I don’t blame her. Or him. If he wants it…”
Mike nodded his head slightly, but he was smiling, “I like the idea. I mean, after last year, I just want to take a break from glee girls… girls in general, man… Experiment some. I guess experimenting with boys and polyamory is a good summer project.”
Artie smiled and took Mike’s hand, “Then we better find a way to get Fakir away from Rue and somehow persuade him to experiment with homosexual polyamory with us…”
Mike looked in the general direction of where Fakir and Rue had disappeared to and nodded, “Before summer vacation and this trip ends.”
Artie nodded, his eyes following his partner’s. “Yup. True dat.”