Worst Superpower Ever, Ch. 7/?
Title: Worst Superpower Ever, Ch. 7/?
Author: Bladed Darkness
Category: Glee
Summary: Based on this prompt: Rachel is an accidental pervert - she has the unfortunate ability to catch girls in all states of undress or somehow ends up in compromising positions with them constantly. She's gotten used to it, until it starts happening with an alarming frequency with Quinn. Based on a prompt in the Glee Kink Meme. Part of the gleewriteoff
Pairings: Faberry; Brittana.
Length: 800+
Rating: PG-13
Previous chapters:
Prologue (written by vsquared_k)
Chapter 1 (written by llaurorall )
Chapter 2 (written by first_love88)
Chapter 3 (written by rainbowruse)
Chapter 4 (written by shyath)
Chapter 5 (written by vsquared_k)
Chapter 6 (written by kiarcheo)
“Coach, you wanted to see me?”
“Ladyface,” Sue intoned, nodding her head slightly to the chair next to Rachel.
Kurt was silent as he slipped into the seat and merely raised an eyebrow at the brunette, scanning her outfit briefly before returning his attention to the woman in front of them. “What is this about?”
Sue folded her hands. “Well, it's simple really. I want you to train her.”
Kurt started, jerking upright. He glanced quickly at Rachel then looked to Sue again. “I'm sorry?”
“I want you to stop her from being drawn to females.”
Rachel dropped her eyes, mortified. There was no way that Kurt wouldn't take what Coach Sylvester said as a remark on her sexuality. And on the very slim chance that he didn't believe Coach Sylvester was referring to her orientation, then this was just another person that was being granted knowledge of her lousypower.
“While her ability to visually molest the members of my squad is at times faster in locating my Cheerios than the system of nano-trackers I've inserted into their necks via stealthy injections, I tire of listening to the whines of that spineless puppet that calls itself our principal when it comes to the cost of repairing my uniforms that are damaged during skirmishes with Ms. Cleavage-Sniffer here.”
Kurt's mouth worked, moving soundlessly for a few seconds before he found his voice, staring at Rachel with a bewildered expression. “What?”
“Since she has expanded her horizons to include the likes of the ginger aye-aye and the abs-obssessed Nightwing of your little club, I feel this is a matter in which you can be useful without any embarrassing predicaments occurring that would sear the tender flesh of my eyes.”
“Actually, there was an incident with my fath-” Kurt cut her off.
“Coach Sylvester, I'm really not the best person to ask to de-gay someone.” His lip curled.
“I'm not asking you to. I want you to make her stop her little perverted intrusions on my squad.” Sue took a sip of her coffee. “The rest of the female population of the school is secondary, of course.”
“I - wouldn't Puck be better qualified for that?” Kurt didn't care how at this point; this whole conversation was bizarre and he wished to have no further involvement.
“Nonsense. That level of indecency combined and exposed to the school acts like the mating call of a wounded gazelle. Pigskin-”
“Noah,” Rachel corrected, but Sue ignored her.
“-would superglue himself to her like she was the savior of his existence and manipulate situations so that he is one molesting my Cheerios. Something he does enough of on his own.” Sue picked up her glasses and a pen, flipping her journal to a blank page. “My decision is final, Porcelain. Fixate the eighth singing dwarf of Snow White on men or we will have a problem. Are we clear?”
Kurt pursed his lips. “Yes, Coach Sylvester.”
“Good. Now get out of my office.”
As the two teens scrambled to leave, Rachel felt a slight tingling in the base of her spine and panicked.
What followed was a series of events that neither Kurt or Rachel could have told you if asked to explain. As Kurt slipped through the door, a loop on his belt became caught on the latch of the door. Rather than breaking, the buckle became loose. The force of the Kurt's movement forward twisted him slightly, so that when the belt loop did break, he was facing the door. Rachel, intent on getting away from the tingling sensation before she was further embarrassed, slammed into him and knocked them both to the floor, Rachel landing on top. Kurt had grabbed Rachel in an attempt to stop her from running into him and to try to steady himself.
That was how the two ended up sprawled in the hallway, Kurt's pants around his knees, with one hand on Rachel's behind and the other fisted in her hair as her face hovered over his crotch and she kneeled between his legs.
The bell rang and the hallway became flooded with students.
Kurt developed a red tint that Rachel had never seen on a person except for cherry slushies.
Quinn Fabray could only gape at the scene in front of her before turning a particularly unflattering shade of purple.
Down the hall, Mr. Schuester was mirroring Quinn's disbelief.
Becky calmly shut the door to Sue's office and the ensuing mayhem.
Emma Pillsbury pursed her lips before smiling brightly and returning to her office with a shake of her head.
The appearance of Coach Beiste at his shoulder forced Will into action. Walking forward and forcing his way through the crowd gathered around the two teens, he managed to pull Kurt from underneath Rachel as Beiste righted the petite brunette, setting her on her feet. Kurt fumbled with his pants.
“I'm going to take care of Kurt. Shannon, how about you take Rachel to your office?”
As he guided Kurt one way and Coach Beiste gently pushed Rachel the other, a flash of tan and pale skin caught the singer's eye before the closet snapped shut. Rachel shuddered, fighting against the force drawing her to Santana and Brittany.