Not Keen on Tuesdays, Either 1/?
Title: Not Keen on Tuesdays, Either.
Author: mothergoddamn & rebness
Pairing/characters: Blaine/Kurt, Santana/Brittany, Rachel/Finn, Kurt/Karofsky (one-sided)
Warning: DARK!FIC. Character death. Violence.
Rating: NC-17
Summary: When the students of McKinley High are staring death in the face, who will live to tell the tale?
A/N: There are disturbing scenes throughout this fic. Please check the warnings before reading on.
Not Keen On Tuesdays, Either
Chapter 1
09.02
'What about Megan Fox?' Puck asked, tossing an apple back and forth. 'But, she's, like, rocking stubble and wearing flannel.'
Kurt clutched at his hair and tried not to scream. 'Seriously? How many times! I'm not gay because I haven't found a hot enough girl. Stop giving me all these names!'
Puck nodded solemnly. 'Got it." He leant forward. 'Gaga.'
Kurt shook his head and tried to drown him out, concentrating on the equation on the blackboard. 'Not listening.'
'Come on! Gaga pushes gender boundaries and shit so you could at least try,' Puck turned to Finn, throwing him the apple. 'Help me out here, bro.'
'No way,' Finn shook his head, watching the apple sail over his head and onto Artie's desk. 'I'm not risking my life.' He considered for a moment. 'Plus, Gaga would be like an ugly dude, wouldn't she?'
'Okay, what about you? Would you sleep with...um, Ryan Reynolds?' Kurt smirked. 'Hmm? Come on, Noah, he's sooo dreamy.'
'Totally. But I'm the top.' Puck leant back in his chair and put his arms behind his head. 'I'd blow his mind. I'd make his weird lopsided face look normal.'
Kurt gaped for a moment before narrowing his eyes and turning back round. Now he couldn't get the damn image out of his head. Stupid Puck. Looking sideways, he could tell by the blush on Karofsky's face he felt the same. He was staring at his desk like it was covered in gold and chewing his lip. Looks like summer vacation hadn't brought Dave any closer to leaving Aslan behind.
09.04
Santana cursed as her locker decided to throw all the contents back at her. Great! Even more late for Spanish class. She had her questions lined up for Schue this morning: Tienes cojones? No, Mr. Schue. Don't you understand my accent? I asked if you had a conejo. Por que no te callas? No, Mr. Schue. I asked why you don't like callos. I'm sorry, your accent is better. When I grow up, I want to be just like you.
She bent down and began picking up her possessions. Of course, the best thing about Spanish was being paired up with Brit. They'd be told to pair up and pretend they were going to the store to buy groceries or they wanted to rent a bicycle. And she'd whisper things to Brittany like, 'Tengo tanto que contarte...' and Brittany would interrupt ask her how much that cost and she'd have to stop herself from reaching across the desk and hugging her.
'Hurry up!' she shouted at the books as she crammed them back into the locker.
09.05
Rachel smiled at Finn as she passed his classroom, waving daintily and shooting a sexy wink that she had learned from re-runs of Sex and the City. He frowned back. It perhaps needed more practise in front of the mirror. And less tongue waggling.
Casually, she played with the chain he had bought her, and carried on to her history lesson. For the first time in a long time she felt safe. Loved. Appreciated. When Finn Hudson looked at her it felt like the spotlights of the stage and the roar of a packed theatre. It felt like true love.
Looking up, her eyes met Quinn's and her smile faltered. She opened her mouth to say something, a limp hello or perhaps something really silly like an apology but the girl looked away and carried on, her lips twisted into a scowl.
Rachel stopped and watched her for a moment, shrugging. Forget Quinn. She'd better get back to class.
09.06
Mr Schue gestured to Brittany. 'Me llamo Mr. Schue.' He shook Brittany's hand. 'Como te llamas?'
Brittany pulled her hand away and tapped her pen against her lips. 'Fenomenal, gracias!' she said triumphantly before he walked to the next person. She drew a taco in the paw of the sombrero-wearing mouse.
09.07
'I hope you'll be happy here, Mr. Anderson,' Mr Figgins said shaking Blaine's hand. 'I look forward to seeing you progress!'
'Thank you, Sir.' Blaine grinned big. Stupidly big. He couldn't help it. He just kept seeing Kurt's face when he saw Blaine walking towards him, when he realised that Blaine had transferred just to be with him.
It's not just about Kurt, though, Blaine thought as he left the room with another thanks to the headmaster. It was about Blaine just as much. He told himself he was being the Good Samaritan and doing this for Kurt, but the truth was that he had felt the need to leave Dalton because of what had gone on long before he had even met Kurt. The feelings of regret and disappointment had stayed with him since he had been chased away from his old school. It had settled deeply in him, bothered him. He had to take action and make something positive out of the whole experience. Use Kurt's bravery as his inspiration. And this, he decided, seemed the best decision he'd made in a long time.
A nervousness laced the excitement and he made his way down the corridor studying his new schedule. Wow, that was a lot of Math for one day.
'Hey!' A voice called and Blaine spun on his heel, ready for a greeting or a slur.
'Oh!' He laughed on seeing who it was. 'Sorry, I-' he clicked his fingers searching for the name. 'I can't quite rem-'
He broke off at what he saw in their hand.
09.08
The first shot was fired.
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Chapter 2
Author: mothergoddamn & rebness
Pairing/characters: Blaine/Kurt, Santana/Brittany, Rachel/Finn, Kurt/Karofsky (one-sided)
Warning: DARK!FIC. Character death. Violence.
Rating: NC-17
Summary: When the students of McKinley High are staring death in the face, who will live to tell the tale?
A/N: There are disturbing scenes throughout this fic. Please check the warnings before reading on.
Not Keen On Tuesdays, Either
Chapter 1
09.02
'What about Megan Fox?' Puck asked, tossing an apple back and forth. 'But, she's, like, rocking stubble and wearing flannel.'
Kurt clutched at his hair and tried not to scream. 'Seriously? How many times! I'm not gay because I haven't found a hot enough girl. Stop giving me all these names!'
Puck nodded solemnly. 'Got it." He leant forward. 'Gaga.'
Kurt shook his head and tried to drown him out, concentrating on the equation on the blackboard. 'Not listening.'
'Come on! Gaga pushes gender boundaries and shit so you could at least try,' Puck turned to Finn, throwing him the apple. 'Help me out here, bro.'
'No way,' Finn shook his head, watching the apple sail over his head and onto Artie's desk. 'I'm not risking my life.' He considered for a moment. 'Plus, Gaga would be like an ugly dude, wouldn't she?'
'Okay, what about you? Would you sleep with...um, Ryan Reynolds?' Kurt smirked. 'Hmm? Come on, Noah, he's sooo dreamy.'
'Totally. But I'm the top.' Puck leant back in his chair and put his arms behind his head. 'I'd blow his mind. I'd make his weird lopsided face look normal.'
Kurt gaped for a moment before narrowing his eyes and turning back round. Now he couldn't get the damn image out of his head. Stupid Puck. Looking sideways, he could tell by the blush on Karofsky's face he felt the same. He was staring at his desk like it was covered in gold and chewing his lip. Looks like summer vacation hadn't brought Dave any closer to leaving Aslan behind.
09.04
Santana cursed as her locker decided to throw all the contents back at her. Great! Even more late for Spanish class. She had her questions lined up for Schue this morning: Tienes cojones? No, Mr. Schue. Don't you understand my accent? I asked if you had a conejo. Por que no te callas? No, Mr. Schue. I asked why you don't like callos. I'm sorry, your accent is better. When I grow up, I want to be just like you.
She bent down and began picking up her possessions. Of course, the best thing about Spanish was being paired up with Brit. They'd be told to pair up and pretend they were going to the store to buy groceries or they wanted to rent a bicycle. And she'd whisper things to Brittany like, 'Tengo tanto que contarte...' and Brittany would interrupt ask her how much that cost and she'd have to stop herself from reaching across the desk and hugging her.
'Hurry up!' she shouted at the books as she crammed them back into the locker.
09.05
Rachel smiled at Finn as she passed his classroom, waving daintily and shooting a sexy wink that she had learned from re-runs of Sex and the City. He frowned back. It perhaps needed more practise in front of the mirror. And less tongue waggling.
Casually, she played with the chain he had bought her, and carried on to her history lesson. For the first time in a long time she felt safe. Loved. Appreciated. When Finn Hudson looked at her it felt like the spotlights of the stage and the roar of a packed theatre. It felt like true love.
Looking up, her eyes met Quinn's and her smile faltered. She opened her mouth to say something, a limp hello or perhaps something really silly like an apology but the girl looked away and carried on, her lips twisted into a scowl.
Rachel stopped and watched her for a moment, shrugging. Forget Quinn. She'd better get back to class.
09.06
Mr Schue gestured to Brittany. 'Me llamo Mr. Schue.' He shook Brittany's hand. 'Como te llamas?'
Brittany pulled her hand away and tapped her pen against her lips. 'Fenomenal, gracias!' she said triumphantly before he walked to the next person. She drew a taco in the paw of the sombrero-wearing mouse.
09.07
'I hope you'll be happy here, Mr. Anderson,' Mr Figgins said shaking Blaine's hand. 'I look forward to seeing you progress!'
'Thank you, Sir.' Blaine grinned big. Stupidly big. He couldn't help it. He just kept seeing Kurt's face when he saw Blaine walking towards him, when he realised that Blaine had transferred just to be with him.
It's not just about Kurt, though, Blaine thought as he left the room with another thanks to the headmaster. It was about Blaine just as much. He told himself he was being the Good Samaritan and doing this for Kurt, but the truth was that he had felt the need to leave Dalton because of what had gone on long before he had even met Kurt. The feelings of regret and disappointment had stayed with him since he had been chased away from his old school. It had settled deeply in him, bothered him. He had to take action and make something positive out of the whole experience. Use Kurt's bravery as his inspiration. And this, he decided, seemed the best decision he'd made in a long time.
A nervousness laced the excitement and he made his way down the corridor studying his new schedule. Wow, that was a lot of Math for one day.
'Hey!' A voice called and Blaine spun on his heel, ready for a greeting or a slur.
'Oh!' He laughed on seeing who it was. 'Sorry, I-' he clicked his fingers searching for the name. 'I can't quite rem-'
He broke off at what he saw in their hand.
09.08
The first shot was fired.
-
Chapter 2