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Title:The Body
summary: Pratik/Guitar for cookiesandcaramelsky
Pratik sat down on his bed, sighing absently. Harry was tutoring a group of particularly stupid ninth graders, and Liam had soccer practice- he had the room to himself. Humming Malaguena to himself, he slipped off his tight, squeaky dress shoes and brought his pink and grey socked feet up to sit crosslegged.
For a second he sat, enjoying the silence, the lack of typing sounds from Liam’s desk, the absence of Harry bouncing a cricket ball off the wall in boredom, but eventually gave up and reached over the side of his bed, picking up his guitar from its stand.
It was a steel string, this one, his favourite of the three he owned. A warm, yellow brown body with curves that fit against his own snugly. The neck, slender but strong, worn where he held his thumb low against the base of the neck. Pratik smiled, and formed A, strumming with bare fingers instead of a pick. The metal strings vibrated against the pads of his fingers, and he began to pick out arpeggios, slow at first, but speeding up, hands racing against each other as to which could move faster- the spanish pick of his strumming hand, or the fast phrasing of his fret hand.
Malaguena filled the room at first, but it morphed into music Pratik thought of as he played, simple speed runs and intricate classical pieces, and he had to crane his neck to see the frets properly, unsure of his fingering for the first time in a long, long while.
The playing grew more intense- his lips parted, he breathed heavily, his carefully gelled hair lost its grip and fell onto his forehead, and just when he thought it would become unbearable, the race of the music in his mind with the limitation of his human fingers, the door opened.
“Hey, Pratik,” Liam grinned at him, “Having fun?”
Pratik nodded silently.
“That sounded cool. Was it for Team/Blu?”
Pratik shook his head, and his shaking hands let go of the guitar, letting it slip down into his lap.
“Well, I’m just back to get changed, I’m meeting Eric in the dining hall. You want to come along?” Liam asked, stripping off his jersey and grabbing a shirt. He frowned at Pratik, “Are you okay?”
“I’m feeling oh so marvelous.” Pratik said, and put the guitar back on its stand, running the back of his hand down the body warm wood of the back, “I’ll just put on my shoes.”
Quote from We Play The Music- Ed Solo & The Skool of Thought.
Economics and Explosions
Eric and Liam for retrosprinkles
“You have Economics in twenty minutes.” Liam opened Eric’s dorm room door quietly, not turning on the light.
“I don’t care.”
“Yes, you do. You have a 7 average in all your classes, Eric, and you want to keep that.”
“…True. You can come in.” Eric said sulkily, and Liam stepped into the darkened room. Eric’s room mates, Ben and Melvin, were both out, so the only light was a dim glow from behind the privacy screen Eric surrounded his bed with.
“Come in, come in, or come into the dorm room, come in?” LIam asked, and Eric pushed the privacy screen just enough to the side for the jock to wiggle past.
“Why are you here?” Eric asked, staring at Liam with his blank, greyish green eyes.
“I was worried about you. You took what Lee said in Warblers practice pretty harshly.” Liam said, sitting next to his friend on the bed.
“No, really?” Eric said scathingly, “Why would I take being called a flighty little bitch personally?”
“You never have before.” Liam shrugged, “And Mr. Matthews blew up at him. You missed it.”
“He has detention?”
“For the rest of the month. And an appointment with Ms. Carlisle.”
Ms. Carlisle was one of the three Dalton counselors, a gentle looking brunette in her late thirties.
“Good.” Eric sniffed.
“You don’t care about going to Econ, do you?” Liam asked, and Eric shook his head.
“No. I have, as you so candidly pointed out, a perfect score. I can afford to miss a class.”
“You’re planning on blowing up Lee’s dorm room, aren’t you?”
“…Maybe.”
“That’s probably not the best idea.”
“I think it’s a fabulous idea.” Eric hissed, pulling on a pair of flexible trainers and belting up his harness, “Are you coming with me?”
“Where's your spare?” Liam asked tiredly, and Eric pulled another one out from under his bed. Liam began to fiddle with the buckles, strapping himself in.
Eric grinned triumphantly, “Now, to the chemical storage room. But first, the cafeteria. I need red bull.”
He jumped up onto his bed again, and swung the air vent cover- only halfway up the wall- open. He jumped into the vent in a movement that looked creepily natural, and called back, stretching a hand out.
“Well? Come on. H2SO4 waits for nobody.”
“I am…insane.” Liam muttered, but accepted Eric’s hand.
“Should we use sulphuric acid, or hydrochloric?”
"I honestly don't know," Liam muttered, feeling cramped in the darkness of the tunnel.
Eric snapped a caribiner onto the front of Liam's harness.
"We can decide when we get there."
Title: Communication Breakdown (Drive me insane)
Team/Blu has a minor Beatles-esque break down in communication. [Bonus points for WesAndDavid to the rescue]? for beforethesunsetsglory
I have no idea what happened but it turned into GIANT angst- sorry! I’ll get back to you on that one…
“He’s a bastard and he’s only going to break your heart!” Lee snarled, poking Jim in the chest.
“Hey, no! No, Lee, you don’t get to decide that! If I want to date him, then I’ll date him!” Jim replied, pushing Lee away, “You’re just jealous! Again! Get over it, Lee, I’m not going to be celibate just because you’re afraid I’ll ignore you!”
“He’s an asshole!”
“Why, huh? What’s he done?” Jim said sarcastically, “You can’t think of anything, can you- because Ashleigh is a good guy!”
“He’s fucking around on you, Jim!” Lee screamed.
Pratik and Harry, who had decided to sit quietly on the other side of the room, winced in unison.
“W-what?” Jim stuttered.
“You fucking heard me, Jim.” Lee said quietly, “He’s a fucking slut.”
“How the hell do you know?” Jim demanded, and Lee fiddled with his drumsticks.
“He tried to fucking kiss me.”
“What?”
“I said, he tried to kiss me. Yesterday. When you were getting him a drink at Parrie’s.” Lee said.
“…Did you kiss him?”
“What the hell? No, of course not. Why the fuck would I kiss your boyfriend? I’m not fucking gay.” Lee snapped, not looking Jim in the eye.
“So he tried to kiss you. And you said no. Then why the hell do you look so guilty?”
“Stop pushing, Jim.” Lee said quietly.
“Why do you look so damn guilty, Lee, if you didn’t kiss my boyfriend?”
“Stop it!”
“It’s not so nice when the tables are turned, is it?” Jim asked nastily.
“Because he wouldn’t take no for a fucking answer, okay? Are you happy now, Jim?”
“…He…” Jim paled dramatically, “Ashleigh…”
“He fucking went for me, okay?” Lee said huffily, crossing his arms.
“Right. Harry, Pratik, come with me.” Jim turned away from Lee huffily.
“What are we doing?” Pratik asked mildly, putting his guitar back in its case.
“We’re going to go beat up my boyfriend.”
“What the actual fuck, Jim?” Lee asked, face twisted in confusion.
“You’re mine, Lee. People don’t mess with my stuff.” Jim said coldly, and swept out the door. Lee turned bright red, and sat down quite suddenly.
“Yeah…I’m not killing anyone today,” Harry said, sitting down again. Pratik followed his example and picked up his guitar again, humming the melody from Fight Music.
“I’m going to smash his pretty, kissable face in!” Jim shouted, from the hallway, stomping towards the Hallman dorms.
"H-his?" Lee asked faintly.
"Ashleigh fuckhead Daniels! Get your ass out here where I can hurt you!"
Title:Now, There's a Duck
Summary:Wes and David kidnap Kurt, this time there's a duck. For yellowgoldisbeautiful
“Go, Quackers! Distraction time!” David hissed, and the duck obediently waddled out onto the auditorium stage.
“Oh my God! It’s a ballad!” Brittany squealed, grabbing Santana’s arm and completely ruining their rehearsal of Should I Stay or Should I Go.
When the Glee clubbers turned to examine Quackers, who had sat down and begun to preen his glossy black feathers, David nodded at Wes, who was standing on the other side of back stage.
Wes stretched his arms, nodded back, and launched into action.
“We-!?” Kurt squeaked, but his mouth was quickly covered by Wes’ hand.
“It’s so cute!” Rachel exclaimed, kneeling down in front of the duck.
“Come with me if you want to live,” Wes hissed almost silently, and threw Kurt over his shoulder.
“What do you think it’s doing here?” Tina asked, watching the duck nestle against Santana’s ankle.
“I don’t know, but I think it’s shedding on me. Do ducks shed?” Santana asked disgustedly.
“I bet it’s part of a kidnapping plot,” Brittany said absently, and backstage, David’s jaw dropped.
Quackers quacked contentedly.
Title:The Body
summary: Pratik/Guitar for cookiesandcaramelsky
Pratik sat down on his bed, sighing absently. Harry was tutoring a group of particularly stupid ninth graders, and Liam had soccer practice- he had the room to himself. Humming Malaguena to himself, he slipped off his tight, squeaky dress shoes and brought his pink and grey socked feet up to sit crosslegged.
For a second he sat, enjoying the silence, the lack of typing sounds from Liam’s desk, the absence of Harry bouncing a cricket ball off the wall in boredom, but eventually gave up and reached over the side of his bed, picking up his guitar from its stand.
It was a steel string, this one, his favourite of the three he owned. A warm, yellow brown body with curves that fit against his own snugly. The neck, slender but strong, worn where he held his thumb low against the base of the neck. Pratik smiled, and formed A, strumming with bare fingers instead of a pick. The metal strings vibrated against the pads of his fingers, and he began to pick out arpeggios, slow at first, but speeding up, hands racing against each other as to which could move faster- the spanish pick of his strumming hand, or the fast phrasing of his fret hand.
Malaguena filled the room at first, but it morphed into music Pratik thought of as he played, simple speed runs and intricate classical pieces, and he had to crane his neck to see the frets properly, unsure of his fingering for the first time in a long, long while.
The playing grew more intense- his lips parted, he breathed heavily, his carefully gelled hair lost its grip and fell onto his forehead, and just when he thought it would become unbearable, the race of the music in his mind with the limitation of his human fingers, the door opened.
“Hey, Pratik,” Liam grinned at him, “Having fun?”
Pratik nodded silently.
“That sounded cool. Was it for Team/Blu?”
Pratik shook his head, and his shaking hands let go of the guitar, letting it slip down into his lap.
“Well, I’m just back to get changed, I’m meeting Eric in the dining hall. You want to come along?” Liam asked, stripping off his jersey and grabbing a shirt. He frowned at Pratik, “Are you okay?”
“I’m feeling oh so marvelous.” Pratik said, and put the guitar back on its stand, running the back of his hand down the body warm wood of the back, “I’ll just put on my shoes.”
Quote from We Play The Music- Ed Solo & The Skool of Thought.
Economics and Explosions
Eric and Liam for retrosprinkles
“You have Economics in twenty minutes.” Liam opened Eric’s dorm room door quietly, not turning on the light.
“I don’t care.”
“Yes, you do. You have a 7 average in all your classes, Eric, and you want to keep that.”
“…True. You can come in.” Eric said sulkily, and Liam stepped into the darkened room. Eric’s room mates, Ben and Melvin, were both out, so the only light was a dim glow from behind the privacy screen Eric surrounded his bed with.
“Come in, come in, or come into the dorm room, come in?” LIam asked, and Eric pushed the privacy screen just enough to the side for the jock to wiggle past.
“Why are you here?” Eric asked, staring at Liam with his blank, greyish green eyes.
“I was worried about you. You took what Lee said in Warblers practice pretty harshly.” Liam said, sitting next to his friend on the bed.
“No, really?” Eric said scathingly, “Why would I take being called a flighty little bitch personally?”
“You never have before.” Liam shrugged, “And Mr. Matthews blew up at him. You missed it.”
“He has detention?”
“For the rest of the month. And an appointment with Ms. Carlisle.”
Ms. Carlisle was one of the three Dalton counselors, a gentle looking brunette in her late thirties.
“Good.” Eric sniffed.
“You don’t care about going to Econ, do you?” Liam asked, and Eric shook his head.
“No. I have, as you so candidly pointed out, a perfect score. I can afford to miss a class.”
“You’re planning on blowing up Lee’s dorm room, aren’t you?”
“…Maybe.”
“That’s probably not the best idea.”
“I think it’s a fabulous idea.” Eric hissed, pulling on a pair of flexible trainers and belting up his harness, “Are you coming with me?”
“Where's your spare?” Liam asked tiredly, and Eric pulled another one out from under his bed. Liam began to fiddle with the buckles, strapping himself in.
Eric grinned triumphantly, “Now, to the chemical storage room. But first, the cafeteria. I need red bull.”
He jumped up onto his bed again, and swung the air vent cover- only halfway up the wall- open. He jumped into the vent in a movement that looked creepily natural, and called back, stretching a hand out.
“Well? Come on. H2SO4 waits for nobody.”
“I am…insane.” Liam muttered, but accepted Eric’s hand.
“Should we use sulphuric acid, or hydrochloric?”
"I honestly don't know," Liam muttered, feeling cramped in the darkness of the tunnel.
Eric snapped a caribiner onto the front of Liam's harness.
"We can decide when we get there."
Title: Communication Breakdown (Drive me insane)
Team/Blu has a minor Beatles-esque break down in communication. [Bonus points for WesAndDavid to the rescue]? for beforethesunsetsglory
I have no idea what happened but it turned into GIANT angst- sorry! I’ll get back to you on that one…
“He’s a bastard and he’s only going to break your heart!” Lee snarled, poking Jim in the chest.
“Hey, no! No, Lee, you don’t get to decide that! If I want to date him, then I’ll date him!” Jim replied, pushing Lee away, “You’re just jealous! Again! Get over it, Lee, I’m not going to be celibate just because you’re afraid I’ll ignore you!”
“He’s an asshole!”
“Why, huh? What’s he done?” Jim said sarcastically, “You can’t think of anything, can you- because Ashleigh is a good guy!”
“He’s fucking around on you, Jim!” Lee screamed.
Pratik and Harry, who had decided to sit quietly on the other side of the room, winced in unison.
“W-what?” Jim stuttered.
“You fucking heard me, Jim.” Lee said quietly, “He’s a fucking slut.”
“How the hell do you know?” Jim demanded, and Lee fiddled with his drumsticks.
“He tried to fucking kiss me.”
“What?”
“I said, he tried to kiss me. Yesterday. When you were getting him a drink at Parrie’s.” Lee said.
“…Did you kiss him?”
“What the hell? No, of course not. Why the fuck would I kiss your boyfriend? I’m not fucking gay.” Lee snapped, not looking Jim in the eye.
“So he tried to kiss you. And you said no. Then why the hell do you look so guilty?”
“Stop pushing, Jim.” Lee said quietly.
“Why do you look so damn guilty, Lee, if you didn’t kiss my boyfriend?”
“Stop it!”
“It’s not so nice when the tables are turned, is it?” Jim asked nastily.
“Because he wouldn’t take no for a fucking answer, okay? Are you happy now, Jim?”
“…He…” Jim paled dramatically, “Ashleigh…”
“He fucking went for me, okay?” Lee said huffily, crossing his arms.
“Right. Harry, Pratik, come with me.” Jim turned away from Lee huffily.
“What are we doing?” Pratik asked mildly, putting his guitar back in its case.
“We’re going to go beat up my boyfriend.”
“What the actual fuck, Jim?” Lee asked, face twisted in confusion.
“You’re mine, Lee. People don’t mess with my stuff.” Jim said coldly, and swept out the door. Lee turned bright red, and sat down quite suddenly.
“Yeah…I’m not killing anyone today,” Harry said, sitting down again. Pratik followed his example and picked up his guitar again, humming the melody from Fight Music.
“I’m going to smash his pretty, kissable face in!” Jim shouted, from the hallway, stomping towards the Hallman dorms.
"H-his?" Lee asked faintly.
"Ashleigh fuckhead Daniels! Get your ass out here where I can hurt you!"
Title:Now, There's a Duck
Summary:Wes and David kidnap Kurt, this time there's a duck. For yellowgoldisbeautiful
“Go, Quackers! Distraction time!” David hissed, and the duck obediently waddled out onto the auditorium stage.
“Oh my God! It’s a ballad!” Brittany squealed, grabbing Santana’s arm and completely ruining their rehearsal of Should I Stay or Should I Go.
When the Glee clubbers turned to examine Quackers, who had sat down and begun to preen his glossy black feathers, David nodded at Wes, who was standing on the other side of back stage.
Wes stretched his arms, nodded back, and launched into action.
“We-!?” Kurt squeaked, but his mouth was quickly covered by Wes’ hand.
“It’s so cute!” Rachel exclaimed, kneeling down in front of the duck.
“Come with me if you want to live,” Wes hissed almost silently, and threw Kurt over his shoulder.
“What do you think it’s doing here?” Tina asked, watching the duck nestle against Santana’s ankle.
“I don’t know, but I think it’s shedding on me. Do ducks shed?” Santana asked disgustedly.
“I bet it’s part of a kidnapping plot,” Brittany said absently, and backstage, David’s jaw dropped.
Quackers quacked contentedly.