Hey! H. here, with, you guessed it, a Glee story!
I haven't posted lately-end of the year craziness! But here is my most recent tale.
This uses Wicked titles and concepts, but is not a crossover. Out of canon. Enjoy and review, s'il vous plait!
"Ah, McKinley, the only school in the Midwest where the bullies are kind enough to give you free slushies for your pain." Kurt Hummel dabbed at his face with a wad of toilet paper, infuriated at the damage the icy, artificially-flavored drink was doing to his complexion. An entire morning's moisturizing routine undone in one fell swoop, he thought, wrinkling his nose at his reflection in the mirror of the girls' bathroom.
"Yeah, McKinley, hellhole of the heartlands," came the voice of sassy Mercedes, Kurt's best friend, confidante, and fellow diva. The pair had taken slushies to the face on their way to Glee club, courtesy of Azimio and Karofsky.
"I'm just sick of this, I mean, seriously, Glee Club is… cool." Kurt scoffed, sarcastic.
"Honey, we will always be the misfits. This is high school! We're never gonna see the end of it."
"It's not our fault people are such idiots." Kurt exclaimed. He whipped out a comb and set to work.
"i hear you, man... Kurt, your hair looks fine! Your shirt, though..." Mercedes said with a meaningful glance at the spreading red stain on her friend's chest.
"I know! Those morons have no idea how hard it is to get slushie out of cashmere!" Mercedes gave him a look. "Well, if the neanderthals cared the least about fashion..."
"They're teenage boys, jocks without an inkling of taste. Come on, we gotta get to practice." Kurt shoved the comb back into the pocket of his jumper. Just wait I get out of here, Kurt thought as he tossed his head back and strutted into the hall. One day, I'll be on to bigger and better things. I'm never going to come back. Dear Old McKinley, I can't wait to say good riddance.
Just the introduction, there is much more to come! FYI, this start in-canon and gets pretty out of it.
Have a nice day!