Meme: Follow You Until You Love Me
Follow You Until You Love Me
A Glee Stalker Comment Fic Meme
How it works:Write a short fic about a one-sided relationship in Glee. Someone will then respond with another one-sided fic, only with the object of desire in the being the one in love. Example: I’m starting off with Brittany/Kurt, and the next fic should be Kurt/Figgins, and then ( Read more... )
A Glee Stalker Comment Fic Meme
How it works:Write a short fic about a one-sided relationship in Glee. Someone will then respond with another one-sided fic, only with the object of desire in the being the one in love. Example: I’m starting off with Brittany/Kurt, and the next fic should be Kurt/Figgins, and then ( Read more... )
Brittany gave him her best half-smile, the one Santana said would get her kicked out of school if she kept using it on teachers. She fluttered her eyelashes. Guys really liked when she did that.
Kurt looked at her, his forehead all scrunched up and adorable. “Hi, Britt. Did you get mascara in your eye again? Do you need help?”
“I don’t think I did.” She fluttered her eyelashes again. He was looking super fine today. “You look super fine today,” she said.
Kurt nodded at her and turned back to his locker. “Why thank you, Brittany. You know how much your opinion matters to me.”
She didn’t. It made her feel really good, knowing that Kurt cared. “Your butt looks really good in those pants. If I had a dick, I’d totally want to tap that.” Gay guys totally liked hearing those kinds of things. At least, she would totally want to hear those things if she were a gay guy.
He stared at her, mouth open, like whenever she had to practice breathing. She could see his teeth. They were cute and small. Brittany really liked that Kurt was cute and small. Except for where it mattered, she hoped.
And now he was talking, giving her the same speech he gave her ever day, about how he was gay and gay guys don’t date girls. He was using a lot of big words she didn’t understand. Brittany liked when he used big words she didn’t understand, it made him sound all smart and sexy.
The big problem with their relationship, Brittany thought, was that Kurt didn’t realize that gay guys could totally mess around with her and still be gay. Half of the guys on the Cheerios did nothing but mess around with each other, but that didn’t stop them from messing around with her, too. And Kurt was totally into it when they made out last time. If he hadn’t gotten all grumpy after seeing his dad, they totally would have gone to second base. Maybe third. She was the ascension that roofed the pool. Or whatever. Kurt just needed to remember that.
“Do you understand me, Brittany?” Kurt said, grabbing her attention again by grabbing her by the shoulders. “Do you understand that you and I are never going get together ever again?”
“Can I come over after school?” she asked, tilting her head as she fluttered her lashes again. She looked really cute when she did that. “I can make us a snack or something. It’ll be like babysitting, only with sex. Sexysitting.” She smiled to herself, proud of her new invention.
Kurt opened his mouth again, then quickly slammed his locker close. “Oh, look, it’s Rachel. Way at the other end of the hall. I have to- see you later Brittany RACHEL!” He ran off down the hall, faster than she’d ever seen him run before. He should totally go out for track, she thought. Track guys counted as jocks, right? Not that it mattered, but dating a jock would look a lot better than dating The Gay Kid.
But it didn’t matter. All that mattered was that one day, Kurt Hummel would be hers.
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At the very least, Kurt told himself, there was no way he was as bad as Sandy Ryerson. He didn't send locks of his hair, or the sonnets that he wrote him. (He kept those to himself, thankyouverymuch).
He couldn't pinpoint exactly when this... crush? infatuation?... with Josh Groban had begun. When he first listened to his album, he wasn't over the moon for Groban, the way he'd been gaga for Gaga, blown over by Beyonce, or wooed by Whitney. It was more of a gradual thing - it took a while for that angelic voice to grow on him, for him to really examine the picture on the front of the CD case in detail and get lost in those chocolate-brown curls or those chocolate-brown eyes.
Finn had met him, though, and that made Kurt feel closer to Josh than he was to any celebrity. Kurt made him recount the story over and over for him; it seemed at first a good way to get onto brotherly terms with Finn. It worked, certainly - Kurt could tell that Finn was getting frustrated by having to repeat the story so many times. He made him focus on details like what Groban was wearing, or how long his hair was. He tried to get Finn to remember exactly what Groban said, which is why he knew better than to friend Josh on MySpace (thank heavens for Twitter, though).
Kurt listened to Groban's albums in secrecy, only when he sure he was alone at home. He watched all of his relevant clips on YouTube, sometimes a dozen times in a row. When Finn came home from baseball practice, though, he'd indulge a little and ask him to tell the story again.
"You know, I think Brittany has a crush on you," Finn would say, trying to distract Kurt.
"I don't care," Kurt would reply. "Tell me again about Josh Groban's hair."
Finn would roll his eyes and fold his hands. "Okay," Finn acceded. "Just one more time."
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They blur into a sea of grey hair and girdles and kisses on the cheek.
Cut to a few decades later and he's watching Mrs. Schuester try and hold herself up against his vanity table.
"You know, I have--" hiccup "a husband."
"I'm sure you do," he smirks, lips creaking back over a white smile.
Two of him swim in front of her eyes before becoming one way too young boy, she shakes her head.
"I'd better go find him," she giggles, equal parts amused and flattered. "You see, I like them older." She leans forward and cups his cheek, "You know, after puberty."
She laughs, and maybe it's just the gin but she swears she's getting funnier with age.
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Puck loved cougars. He loved the taste of their sun-kissed skin and the hint of wine on their tongues. He loved their nails down his back and their throaty purrs in his ears. He loved that they were so desperate from putting up with their lame-ass husbands that all it took was a quirk of his eyebrow to get them into bed.
The woman currently hanging off of him had none of those things. Except the desperate part. Her congratulatory hug had gone on a bit too long, and damn it, she was getting handsy.
“My Will always has the nicest friends,” she slurred into his ear. She smelled like gin and some kind of flowery shit meant to cover up the smell of gin. It was gross.
“He’s kinda just my teacher,” Puck said, trying and failing to break away. He looked around the dressing room desperately, but everyone else had already cleared out. Made sense, he thought. If he were married to this crazy woman, he’d ditch her too.
She suddenly stumbled (how, when they weren’t even moving, he had no idea) and pressed herself up against him. “Ooops.” She giggled and smiled up at him lopsidedly. “You’re awfully strong for a boy your age.”
Puck did not like where this was going. And to make everything worse, Finn chose that moment to come back. Probably looking for him, the fucker. He stood in the doorway, staring at them with his ‘dude, not cool’ face. Puck tried his best to make a ‘seriously, dude, I had nothing to do with this’ motion with his head, but he wasn’t sure if Finn got the message.
“My husband used to be so strong too, but it’s been so long…” the crazy lady continued, eyes lost in memory and cocktails. “There are so many things haven’t happened in so long. Do you know what I mean, Buck?”
“It’s, uh, Puck.” Fucking Hudson was red in the face, trying not to laugh, and he was so going to get a punch in the face if he didn’t fucking stop. “And, uh… no, I don’t.”
“Oh, I think I could show you a thing or two.”
“Excuse me, young man, I believe that your mommy is looking for you.” The guy from before swooped out of nowhere and somehow swiftly separated them. He took the crazy lady by the hand, smiling at her warmly. “My dear lady, why don’t you come with me? I believe that this bottle of celebratory champagne that I stole has your name on it.”
Puck tried not to barf as he hurried Finn out the door and into the hall. As soon as they were out of earshot, Finn burst into laughter, and Puck swore that one of these days, he really was going to punch him in the face. “Dude, not funny.”
“That was Schue’s mom!”
“That was Josh Groban hitting on Schue’s mom.”
They both looked at each other and shuddered. They silently agreed to never, ever talk about that moment again.
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"Come on, Ms. P," he says, clambering off the desk, his jeans linked around his ankles. "I've seen the way you look at me."
"Noah, I--" she puts her hand over her eyes, "Pull your pants up, please."
He sighs, but obliges. The jangle of his belt buckle ringing in her ears.
"I'm done. Beast's away."
"You're sure?"
"I'm sure."
"Thank you," she says from behind her hand. "Okay," she takes a deep breath, and keeps her eyes on the floor as she dashes around her desk and sits in her chair.
"I showered, and I'm covered in Purell. I know how you like things clean." He smirks, "Even when you're being dirty."
"No, nuh-uh--" she puts her fingers on her lips, "We're not talking like that." She shakes her head, "Definitely not." He slips down into the chair opposite her, sighing. "Uh, Noah."
"You rethinking things, Miss?"
"Your-- Your flies are undone."
"Oh." His face drops as he zips them up, "You know, you're pretty weird for a cougar. I don't usually have to go to half as much trouble as all this."
"Yeah, well-- That's very... Sweet? But I don't-- You're a student. I'm a--"
"Not a teacher."
"I'm a member of faculty. And I don't see you in that way, Noah." He starts to roll up his sleeves, "You've already shown my your guns, it didn't help."
"Huh." He stands up and slings his back onto his shoulder. "I've shown you my arms, my abs, I smell like freakin' rubbing alcohol. I'm out."
She nods, and watches him walk towards the door. She clears her throat, "You do know that the walls are windows. People-- People can see you."
He shrugs, nodding, "I'm in Glee, I like an audience."
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