I'm not overly proud of this one, it's more of a way to pass the time. But it's still going to be a two part, maybe more, fic. They touch on how Klaine find each other speaking different languages very attractive. I know that many people have already done this and cheerleader Kurt but whatever, this is my take on it. I couldn't resist using this song. It is a favourite of mine and it's Mika so…. I suggest listening to it while reading. And trust me, you will get hooked. I would like to point out that I am fluent in French, so this was kind of fun for me.
Anyways enjoy a different version of something that you have probably read before. I don't own Glee or Elle Me Dit.
There were two things that drove Blaine insane. One of them was Kurt in a cheerleader outfit. He had discovered old videos of the Cheerios performing 4 Minutes and various other numbers that involved Kurt and he had almost fainted. He would never admit it to anyone, but he had a saved file full of videos of Kurt that he watched often. Very often.
The second thing was Kurt speaking French. He had had the curse, or the privilege (Blaine hadn't decided yet) of being in Kurt's French class at Dalton. The second that his angel had opened his mouth and spoken in fluent French, Blaine's mind had short circuited and he had been unable to function for the rest of the class, let alone the year. He had never imagined in his life, that both things could be combined, (no one had saved footage of Kurt's 14 minute French Celine Dion Medley for the Cheerios) or could exist (none did to his knowledge). He was so wrong.
The rain pattered noisily on the roof of the Anderson household. Blaine, the only occupant of the house at the moment, sat lazily on the couch. He had a bottle of coke in one hand and the TV remote in the other, flipping channels, uninterested. He was simply bored. His parents, were working, all of his friends had plans, and Kurt was on a last minute trip to visit his dad in Washington. Having nothing else to do, he had resorted to TV. Nothing good was on except for an old Ellen rerun which he had already seen. He watched that for a a couple minutes before changing channels. And then something finally caught his eye.
The Crawford Day cheerleaders were on screen, performing a number. He decided to watch, recognizing a couple girls that he had known while at Dalton. He quickly deduced that this was the Regionals Cheerleading Championships. Crawford Day finished and were quickly whisked off stage and replaced by a group in red and white. Mckinley! Blaine smiled as he spotted Brittany and Santana at the front. They were presented and then the music started. They started to dance and almost immediately, the group parted to make way for someone at the back, a microphone attached to his ear. Kurt. His Kurt. He started walking down the middle of the stage, singing. In French.
Elle me dit
Écris une chanson contente
Pas une chanson déprimante
Une chanson que tout le monde aime
Elle me dit
Tu deviendras milliardaire
Tu auras de quoi être fiere
Ne finis pas comme ton père
He joined in the Cheerios dance and followed their complicated moves, with no struggle at all.
Elle me dit
Ne t'enfermes pas dans ta chambre
Vas-y secoue-toi et danse
Dis moi c'est quoi ton problème
Elle me dit
Qu'est-ce que t'as pas l'air coiffé
T'es défoncé ou te gagnes
Tu finiras comme ton frère
Elle me dit
Blaine just sat there, his mouth open, completely dumbstruck. He tried to remembered his earlier train of thought but then he realized that he couldn't even remember his middle name. Blaine had thought that Kurt in that cheerleading uniform was hot before, but now... Two years since he had last donned the uniform, Kurt had gotten taller, more muscular, and a hell of a lot more attractive. The uniform hugged all the right places and was incredibly tight. And he was singing in French. The incredible, sexy french. Blaine thought that this must be a reward from God. Or maybe it was a punishment...
Elle me dit, c'est ta vie
Fais c'que tu veux, tant pis
Un jour tu comprendras
Un jour tu t'en voudras
Elle me dit, t'es trop nul
Sors un peu de ta bulle
Tu fais n'importe quoi
On dirait que t'aimes ça
Pourquoi tu gâches ta vie
Pourquoi tu gâches ta vie
Pourquoi tu gâches ta vie
Danse danse danse
Danse danse danse
The lights went dark then began flashing like crazy as the music stopped completely and so did the Cheerios. It was Kurt, alone standing in the spotlight singing.
Elle me dit
Oui un jour tu me turas
Mais c'est quand elle me dit ça
Qu'elle me dit un truc que j'aime
The lights returned and the Cheerios picked up an even more complicated number then before.
Elle me dit danse
Elle me dit danse danse danse
Elle me dit danse
Elle me dit danse danse danse
Elle me dit danse
Elle me dit danse danse danse
Elle me dit danse danse danse danse
danse danse danse
Elle me dit danse
Elle me dit, c'est ta vie
Fais c'que tu veux, tant pis
Un jour tu comprendras
Un jour tu t'en voudras
Elle me dit, t'es trop nul
Sors un peu de ta bulle
Tu fais n'importe quoi
On dirait que t'aimes ça
Pourquoi tu gâches ta vie
Pourquoi tu gâches ta vie
Pourquoi tu gâches ta vie
Danse danse danse
Elle me dit
danse danse danse
Elle me dit
Elle me dit
danse
The number ended much to Blaine's relief and dismay. The group bowed, Kurt at the front. The camera panned to the audience and Blaine saw that they had gotten a standing ovation. Not surprising at all. The number had been absolutely spectacular. Sue Sylvester had a talent, that was for sure. Blaine's mind vaguely registered the win of Mckinley, as he tried to work this out. So Kurt obviously was not in Washington. And he was still on the cheerios. Neither piece of information made any sense. Why would Kurt lie to him, and why would he return to the cheerios when he had quit due to lack of interest? Blaine just couldn't quite puzzle it together in his head.
Kurt sat on the school bus back to Lima, gazing at the falling rain on the window. Most of the cheerleaders were either fast asleep or getting close to that point. Kurt however was not tired at all. Competitions of any sort always left him feeling absolutely awake and aware of everything. That was how he anticipated the call before he got it. His phone was already in his hands before the ringing began. He let it ring a bit before picking it up. He put it to his ear, knowing exactly who it would be.
- "Hello?"
- "Kurt, I think you have some explaining to do." came Blaine's voice from the other side. Kurt smiled and decided to play a bit.
- "I have no idea what you're talking about."
- "You know exactly what I'm talking about." said Blaine. His voice sounded breathy, like he had gone for a long run.
- "Care to enlighten me?"
- "Oh God Kurt, seriously? Fine, when did you rejoin the cheerios?"
- "I owed a favour to Sue."
- "Fine, what was with the French?"
- "I'm fluent and Sue likes using cultures to her advantage."
- "Ok, then why didn't you tell me?" This was the question that Kurt begged wouldn't be asked. He took a deep breath.
- "I didn't know what you would think. I was scared that-" he paused for a second closing his eyes. "I was scared that you wouldn't like it."
- "What?" came Blaine's incredulous voice from the other side. "You thought I wouldn't like it? Well you were definitely right." dread filled Kurt like an hourglass. "I loved it." Kurt's heart stopped in his tracks.
- "Really?"
- "Are you kidding me? Kurt, the cheerios are amazing enough but adding you in the mix is a guaranteed win. Sue's a smart gal. Also you have no idea what that did to me."
- "What?" asked Kurt getting confused.
- "Oh my God, Kurt, you in a cheerios uniform is honestly the sexiest thing that I have ever seen in my life. And you speaking, let alone singing in French drives me absolutely insane. In a really really good way." Kurt sat dumbstruck in his seat. "You honestly had no idea?" asked Blaine.
- "Absolutely none." said Kurt, flushed. But then confident Kurt kicked in. "Well, now that I know that, I will sure be using those to my advantage." he said snidely. He heard Blaine groan on the other end.
- "I am so getting back at you for this."
Blaine's comeback next. I probably don't have to tell you that it's Italian and maybe you can take a guess at the song. I might update today or maybe tomorrow. Not sure. Anyway see you soon.