Smells Like Teen Spirit
Title: Smells Like Teen Spirit
Author: hopenight
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Will/Finn
Word Count: 580
Warnings: teacher/student relationship, mentions of roleplay, a very minor spoiler for Theatricality
Prompt:. Finn finds photographic evidence of Will's Kurt Cobain days back in high school. For the Winn Prompt Meme!
Summary: Finn’s found some very interesting pictures. Will thought he burned all of them.
"So Will," said Finn with a shit eating grin as he sauntered into his boyfriend's apartment. Will glanced up from the stack of half graded tests. He gulped not liking the smile on his boyfriend's face.
"So Finn," said Will calmly. Oh man, Finn had the mischief look in his eyes which usually ended up with him getting covered in strange goo (via kitchen experimentations), driving three hours to go bungee jumping, or that one incident with the chocolate frosting and...well okay THAT time ended up really good. He had to talk to Finn about a repeat.
"Something that you said a couple weeks ago in Glee sparked my interest," said the football player cheerfully as he dropped two yearbooks on the table.
Yeah, Will was definitely not liking where this was going. He casually glanced at the years on the yearbooks. His junior and senior years respectively. (Shit he thought he burned those copies)
"What was it?" asked the teacher trying to be as nonchalant as possible.
"Your Kurt Cobain years," Finn practically sang cheerfully.
"Oh God," moaned Will as he dropped his head into his hands. Finn was cackling madly as he flipped to tabbed off portions in both yearbooks. (Where the hell did he get those? Finn never tabbed ANYTHING. Will wondered how deep this conspiracy went. He knew Kurt. He may drop out of Glee because of those pictures alone.)
Finn was grinning like a loon as he shoved the yearbooks toward Will. Slowly the teacher looked into the sullen expression of his teenaged self and swallowed the groan that one gets when looking at old high school pictures (that they thought they burned). Eighteen year old Will Schuester was dressed in a pair of loose ripped blue jeans, a white long sleeved shirt (complete with holes for his thumbs), black converse, and an opened two sizes too big unbuttoned patterned shirt. His hair was bad bleach job that fell in a curly/wavy/tangled mess around his face (better then Bryan Ryan's mullet -just saying-) as gray-green eyes stared out like they were trying to be tortured but showed inner happiness.
"You showed this to no one right?"
"No," promised Finn, "I didn't. I liberated them from Coach Sylvester."
Will was saturated with gratitude on Finn's part for that.
"So why show them to me?"
"I'm glad you asked!" said Finn with a wicked smile on his face, "See I have this fantasy that I was hoping we could play."
The football player dropped a bag on the table. Will peered in and raised an eyebrow.
"Roleplay?"
"You as the sullen teenaged student. Me as the younger teacher who tries to rehabilitate you. I wanted to make sure that your costume was accurate."
Will felt all his blood run to his nether regions. He grabbed the bag.
"I'll meet you in the bedroom in fifteen minutes."
Finn grinned as he grabbed another bag and disappeared to change. Will pulled out the matted bleach blonde wig with a grin.
Alright so maybe he was glad that he didn't burned all the copies of his junior and senior yearbooks.