Glee | Welcome Back, Kurt and Artie | BSRFQKA, G (3 of 6)
Started my daily ficlets to make the hiatus pass, then decided to keep going with a second cycle, and then a third, fourth, fifth, sixth, seventh and eigth cycle. Which MEANS cycle 9 is here, which MEANS...
GLEE IS ALMOST HERE! CAN YOU FEEL IT GLEEKS? CAN? YOU? FEEEEEL IT???
And in honor of said return (*flails!*), here's a first more or less multi-chapter story/arc! Ends on the day of (*flaily mcfangirl*) THE RETURN!
Day 3 of 6
(both my graphics have it backwards, I'm sorry ;))
"WELCOME BACK, KURT AND ARTIE"
Brittany, Santana, Rachel, Finn, Quinn + Kurt, Artie
It wasn’t as though he hadn’t been strong before Glee Club. He had known who he was, even if he may not have wanted others to. But it had made him stronger, enough to be able to cross certain barriers. And he wouldn’t have traded that under any circumstance. He had found, more importantly so, people who accepted, cared for him. He could be at ease, and that was something.
What had happened the previous week though… He didn’t want to say it had put everything they’d gone through under a new light, because that wasn’t true. He wasn’t going to be like that. No, the last few months were real… and now they were done.
Going into the cafeteria at lunch time though, he missed it, missed them… The only ones that even sat together anymore were Santana and Brittany, and even then…
He paused and frowned in confusion when he saw the said blonde get up and drag her chair off. But then he shrugged to himself, thinking, “Well, of course, it’s Brittany,” and got back to the poor imitation of a lunch before him. But then… singing. His fork stopped in mid-air, his bite hanging precariously from the fork, as he looked up to see what was going on.
He sat there, transfixed, observing their resident blonde Cheerio standing on her chair, singing to the masses of lunching McKinley students. When there came a second voice, his head spun back and the bite fell off the fork, and he startled in fear that something may have splashed on him. He had just finished checking his clothes when he realized the second voice was Santana’s, and she’d joined Santana on the chair stage. If he hadn’t seen it with his own widened eyes, he wouldn’t have believed it. And to add astounding to surprising, they were then joined by Rachel, like good old friends.
They were good friends, all of them. He found himself searching Mercedes with his eyes. He missed her most of all, and second most…
He turned when he saw Finn move to join them, lugging two chairs, which he’d soon find to be in accommodation to Quinn. They all looked suddenly and refreshingly unburdened, like they’d shed the diseased skin that had been the argument of the previous week.
Not far from him, Artie had been having a lot of the same thoughts, they all had been, he was sure. He hadn’t been left completely alone in this whole mess. He still had his friends from the Jazz Ensemble. They’d taken him in at their table when they’d found out what had happened. They hadn’t said it yet, probably for fear it’d be too soon, but he could tell they were thinking about it, because it was all over their faces, Clara’s in particular. He could tell it was killing her not to ask him the question, wanting him to join the ensemble full time now that Glee Club seemed to be done for.
Fact was he was glad they hadn’t done it yet. He didn’t want to think about the possibility that it might be over. Sure, in the first few days after, he was still in the mindset that he could well be done with them. But then the days had passed, and so had the anger. Now he was just lonely, and at a loss as to how he could get them back.
He was listening to Peter as he was telling them about a funny thing that had happened to him the previous evening, when Lisa, sitting across from Artie, had drawn his attention, nodding behind him.
“Isn’t that one of the girls from Glee Club?” she’d asked.
“One…” he started to ask as he turned, and then he just stared in silent awe as he watched Brittany, standing on a chair, singing out to whoever would listen, which in this case was every soul in that cafeteria.
“What is she doing?” Clara had asked, just as Santana had gotten up to join Brittany.
“It’s our last song,” Artie spoke, still watching. “The one we were doing right before…” Much like Kurt’s eyes had gone to Mercedes, Artie’s had found Tina. If it was painful to be without the other ten, it was torture not having her around. They’d been friends before, a little. She had her stutter, and he had his chair. They were an interesting pair, some might say. In the months of Glee Club though, he’d found so much more, gotten to know her that much more, to like her, to…
The revelation of her lack of a stutter could so easily have been the end of them, but they had gotten through it. Now all he had to hang on to was the possibility that they could eventually get through this, too. Getting her back would mean so much; it would mean maybe he could get them all back. They’d been so supportive of him, even though some of it had taken more time… he needed to believe they were stronger than this break.
And just as he’d thought this, he’d heard Rachel, watched her carry a third chair to the line. And soon thereafter, Finn had moved up with two chairs of his own, for him and Quinn. His hope was seeming more and more possible as the rank widened, voices were made to be five now. There were a couple of them ready to jump in with them, he could feel it, but then…
They could see Figgins and Coach Sylvester coming up the hall into the cafeteria. The jig was up, they’d shut down. No one dared to do a thing for a second.
Kurt watched, as the five of them were ordered to stand down, turned to look at them as he silently begged in his mind, ‘Don’t get down, stay there, don’t let them stop you.’ And then Brittany, sweet miraculous Brittany, she said ‘No.’ She insisted they weren’t done. He was nodding without realizing. Her stance seemed to have fortified the others, right down to Santana, who maintained they would stay.
Someone had to continue, to restart the song in hopes to draw the others in, resume what had been interrupted. It would take a voice to cut across this madness, a voice like his. He got up, picking up his chair. It made a sound which, in the dead quiet room, got everyone’s attention. Figgins was baffled, Sue was looking to say ‘Don’t you dare.’ He paid no attention to them. No, he looked to the five on the chairs who, in seeing him stand, gasped with joy. He gave them a smile, and they began to hum.
[K] “Someway, somehow” / [BSRFQ] “Yeah, yeah, yeah”
He moved through, cutting through to get to them, putting his chair next to Finn’s, about to climb on. He looked at them all.
[K] “Don’t give up now” / [BSRFQ] “Don’t give up”
As he’d been drawn to stand though, he’d given Artie the final push to decide on what he had to do. Clara, sitting next to him, seemed to have understood. “What about the chair?” she’d asked, indicating the others.
“I’ve got one,” he assured her, wheeling through. He found Tina, giving her a smile as he passed her. As he got closer, he’d added his voice to Kurt’s.
[KA] “Don’t be afraid to succeed” / [BSRFQ] “To succeed, yeah”
It hadn’t taken long for the others to adjust at his arrival. Rather than climbing on his chair, Kurt had moved to the front of the row, where Artie came to join them, soon joined by Santana, who hopped down.
The eighth voice wasn’t far behind.
TO BE CONTINUUUUUED… TOMORROW :)
* IN CONSTRUCTION! *
PREVIOUS DAYS
[Cycle 1] [Cycle 2] [Cycle 3] [Cycle 4] [Cycle 5] [Cycle 6] [Cycle 7] [Cycle 8]
[Cycle 9]
[ [169] [170]]
Suggestion Drop Off
Title: "Welcome Back, Kurt and Artie"
Pairing: Brittany & Santana, Rachel, Finn, Quinn, Finn/Quinn-ness, Kurt, Artie, Artie/Tina
Rating: G
Summary: [WB 3/6] The Glee Club has been torn apart, and Brittany takes it upon herself to bring them back together, and new voices join in.
Spoilers: 113 Sectionals, I guess...
GLEE IS ALMOST HERE! CAN YOU FEEL IT GLEEKS? CAN? YOU? FEEEEEL IT???
And in honor of said return (*flails!*), here's a first more or less multi-chapter story/arc! Ends on the day of (*flaily mcfangirl*) THE RETURN!
Day 3 of 6
(both my graphics have it backwards, I'm sorry ;))
"WELCOME BACK, KURT AND ARTIE"
Brittany, Santana, Rachel, Finn, Quinn + Kurt, Artie
It wasn’t as though he hadn’t been strong before Glee Club. He had known who he was, even if he may not have wanted others to. But it had made him stronger, enough to be able to cross certain barriers. And he wouldn’t have traded that under any circumstance. He had found, more importantly so, people who accepted, cared for him. He could be at ease, and that was something.
What had happened the previous week though… He didn’t want to say it had put everything they’d gone through under a new light, because that wasn’t true. He wasn’t going to be like that. No, the last few months were real… and now they were done.
Going into the cafeteria at lunch time though, he missed it, missed them… The only ones that even sat together anymore were Santana and Brittany, and even then…
He paused and frowned in confusion when he saw the said blonde get up and drag her chair off. But then he shrugged to himself, thinking, “Well, of course, it’s Brittany,” and got back to the poor imitation of a lunch before him. But then… singing. His fork stopped in mid-air, his bite hanging precariously from the fork, as he looked up to see what was going on.
He sat there, transfixed, observing their resident blonde Cheerio standing on her chair, singing to the masses of lunching McKinley students. When there came a second voice, his head spun back and the bite fell off the fork, and he startled in fear that something may have splashed on him. He had just finished checking his clothes when he realized the second voice was Santana’s, and she’d joined Santana on the chair stage. If he hadn’t seen it with his own widened eyes, he wouldn’t have believed it. And to add astounding to surprising, they were then joined by Rachel, like good old friends.
They were good friends, all of them. He found himself searching Mercedes with his eyes. He missed her most of all, and second most…
He turned when he saw Finn move to join them, lugging two chairs, which he’d soon find to be in accommodation to Quinn. They all looked suddenly and refreshingly unburdened, like they’d shed the diseased skin that had been the argument of the previous week.
Not far from him, Artie had been having a lot of the same thoughts, they all had been, he was sure. He hadn’t been left completely alone in this whole mess. He still had his friends from the Jazz Ensemble. They’d taken him in at their table when they’d found out what had happened. They hadn’t said it yet, probably for fear it’d be too soon, but he could tell they were thinking about it, because it was all over their faces, Clara’s in particular. He could tell it was killing her not to ask him the question, wanting him to join the ensemble full time now that Glee Club seemed to be done for.
Fact was he was glad they hadn’t done it yet. He didn’t want to think about the possibility that it might be over. Sure, in the first few days after, he was still in the mindset that he could well be done with them. But then the days had passed, and so had the anger. Now he was just lonely, and at a loss as to how he could get them back.
He was listening to Peter as he was telling them about a funny thing that had happened to him the previous evening, when Lisa, sitting across from Artie, had drawn his attention, nodding behind him.
“Isn’t that one of the girls from Glee Club?” she’d asked.
“One…” he started to ask as he turned, and then he just stared in silent awe as he watched Brittany, standing on a chair, singing out to whoever would listen, which in this case was every soul in that cafeteria.
“What is she doing?” Clara had asked, just as Santana had gotten up to join Brittany.
“It’s our last song,” Artie spoke, still watching. “The one we were doing right before…” Much like Kurt’s eyes had gone to Mercedes, Artie’s had found Tina. If it was painful to be without the other ten, it was torture not having her around. They’d been friends before, a little. She had her stutter, and he had his chair. They were an interesting pair, some might say. In the months of Glee Club though, he’d found so much more, gotten to know her that much more, to like her, to…
The revelation of her lack of a stutter could so easily have been the end of them, but they had gotten through it. Now all he had to hang on to was the possibility that they could eventually get through this, too. Getting her back would mean so much; it would mean maybe he could get them all back. They’d been so supportive of him, even though some of it had taken more time… he needed to believe they were stronger than this break.
And just as he’d thought this, he’d heard Rachel, watched her carry a third chair to the line. And soon thereafter, Finn had moved up with two chairs of his own, for him and Quinn. His hope was seeming more and more possible as the rank widened, voices were made to be five now. There were a couple of them ready to jump in with them, he could feel it, but then…
They could see Figgins and Coach Sylvester coming up the hall into the cafeteria. The jig was up, they’d shut down. No one dared to do a thing for a second.
Kurt watched, as the five of them were ordered to stand down, turned to look at them as he silently begged in his mind, ‘Don’t get down, stay there, don’t let them stop you.’ And then Brittany, sweet miraculous Brittany, she said ‘No.’ She insisted they weren’t done. He was nodding without realizing. Her stance seemed to have fortified the others, right down to Santana, who maintained they would stay.
Someone had to continue, to restart the song in hopes to draw the others in, resume what had been interrupted. It would take a voice to cut across this madness, a voice like his. He got up, picking up his chair. It made a sound which, in the dead quiet room, got everyone’s attention. Figgins was baffled, Sue was looking to say ‘Don’t you dare.’ He paid no attention to them. No, he looked to the five on the chairs who, in seeing him stand, gasped with joy. He gave them a smile, and they began to hum.
[K] “Someway, somehow” / [BSRFQ] “Yeah, yeah, yeah”
He moved through, cutting through to get to them, putting his chair next to Finn’s, about to climb on. He looked at them all.
[K] “Don’t give up now” / [BSRFQ] “Don’t give up”
As he’d been drawn to stand though, he’d given Artie the final push to decide on what he had to do. Clara, sitting next to him, seemed to have understood. “What about the chair?” she’d asked, indicating the others.
“I’ve got one,” he assured her, wheeling through. He found Tina, giving her a smile as he passed her. As he got closer, he’d added his voice to Kurt’s.
[KA] “Don’t be afraid to succeed” / [BSRFQ] “To succeed, yeah”
It hadn’t taken long for the others to adjust at his arrival. Rather than climbing on his chair, Kurt had moved to the front of the row, where Artie came to join them, soon joined by Santana, who hopped down.
The eighth voice wasn’t far behind.
TO BE CONTINUUUUUED… TOMORROW :)
* IN CONSTRUCTION! *
PREVIOUS DAYS
[Cycle 1] [Cycle 2] [Cycle 3] [Cycle 4] [Cycle 5] [Cycle 6] [Cycle 7] [Cycle 8]
[Cycle 9]
[ [169] [170]]
Suggestion Drop Off
Title: "Welcome Back, Kurt and Artie"
Pairing: Brittany & Santana, Rachel, Finn, Quinn, Finn/Quinn-ness, Kurt, Artie, Artie/Tina
Rating: G
Summary: [WB 3/6] The Glee Club has been torn apart, and Brittany takes it upon herself to bring them back together, and new voices join in.
Spoilers: 113 Sectionals, I guess...