cisgirl!klaine fan fiction collaboration with 77Blaine
Blair Anderson-
The smell of cigarettes and hairspray overwhelms my senses, intoxicating me further as I deepen the kiss. The taste of cherry lipgloss and mint mouthwash rests on my tongue as soon as hers pushes further into my mouth, eliciting a groan from the both of us.
''You're gonna get me in so, so much trouble,'' she whispers with a faint laugh, lips pressed against the overheated skin of my neck.
''Sabrina Smythe, since when are you afraid of getting in trouble,'' I wrap my legs around her waist, pulling her closer ,''We won't get in trouble.''
Most school days end like this: making out in a secluded area, blazers and sweaters and ties abandoned, a few buttons undone, lips moving together before glee practice begins.
It's been this way ever since I transferred to Crawford Country Day last year.
''I h-have to go, B,'' she stutters out as my lips move to her neck, her pretty, perfectly manicured fingernails coming through my hair as she presses into me, defying her own words, ''W-we can always pick this up later. If I'm late for Songbird practice again, Wendy is gonna kill me.''
If there's one person I'm afraid of, it's Wendy Montgomery. Her temper rivals even mine in the days right before a competition. Not even Danielle Thomas and Thalia Phillips, the other leaders of this acapella girl group, can get her to calm down.
''My roommate is going to be spending the night in her sister's dorm. Swing by my room, later, babe.,'' I hop off of the desk, fixing my clothes before turning back to Sabrina with a wink, ''And bring me some of those cigarettes. I'm dying over here.''
Okay. maybe my behavior isn't typical for the average Crawford Country Day girl. Then again, I've never exactly fit into whatever mold others have set for me. I don't recall a time where I have, at least.
And why start now when I'm having so much fun?
Leaving the room, I try my best to present myself as the nice young lady my mother wants me to be. The good girl image she's always had for me has somehow faded away. She doesn't need to know that though. Honestly, Sabrina is the only one who knows the real me. Everyone else just gets a taste of it. If we're being honest, I like the fact that other girls keep their distance. I can only assume the smell of cigarettes and whatever beer Sabrina can manage to sneak onto campus mixed with whatever brand of expensive perfume all Crawford Academy girls wear is nauseating to others.
In the presence of the faculty, though, I need to keep pretending. Put on a smile. Hold your head high. Exchange pleasantries. Mask the scent of cigarettes and alcohol with perfume and breath mints.
Do your homework. Maintain your perfect grades, despite whatever your peers think.
Pretend it's okay.
Katelyn Hummel-
High school isn't exactly the easiest thing in the world. Add the fact that I'm a lesbian in a small, conservative town, and it gets a hell of a lot harder. Fitting in becomes less of a hope,and more of a tool for survival.
Which may explain the months I spent doodling Finn Hudson's name on notebooks, all the while pining after Quinn Fabray. Finn is the most popular guy in school: hansome, the quarterback of the football team, and one half of the glee club's ''star couple''.
At least that's what his girlfriend, Rachel Berry, likes to call them. She considers them the power couple of glee club, the female and male lead that everyone roots for. I don't have the heart to ruin her delusions.
The sharp pain that radiates through my body the moment I come in contact with the cold, hard, metal of the locker.
''Oops, sorry,'' Azalea Adams smirks, high-fiving the one girl who has been torturing me endlessly since high school began.
Danica Karofsky.
''Next time, you should really watch where you're going instead of staring at other girls,'' she adds insult to injury, everyone's heads turning to look at me.
''Katelyn, are you okay?''
Tina Cohen-Chang, one of the few friends I've made in high school, helps me up, taking my hand, ''You need to tell someone. This is getting out of hand.''
''Tina is right,'' Mercedes Jones shrugs, ''I'm sorry, but she is. I know you don't want your dad to worry, but this isn't fair to you either. Imagine how worried he'll be if this gets any worse?''
Dad's heart attack put me even more on edge than I already was. Of course he knows that it isn't easy for me, being the only out kid in the school. He understands that the bullying continues, and he understand that I don't want him to get involved without my asking him to. He understands how cruel kids can be.
He just doesn't know how the extent of the bullying. And I plan to keep it that way.
It's days like this when I wish my mom was here. Losing her when i was eight meant going through some pretty big changes alone, or with my dad's help. Sometimes I envy my classmates. A majority of them still have both parents. The girls had moms to guide them through their first bras, their first periods, there first heartbreakā¦
As great as my dad is, he's not exactly someone I want to take these issues to. Thank goodness for my dad's girlfriend, Carole. With her and Finn spending so much time at the house lately, I've been able to have girls days with someone when Mercedes and Tina are busy. Originally, I'd planned on just seeing my guidance counselor about these things. Turns out Ms. Pillsbury isn't always the most⦠helpful in these situations.
''You guys worry too much,'' I bring myself back to reality, working to placate my friends, ''This isn't half bad. It didn't hurt that badly.''
Fake a smile. Make it through the day. Go to glee. Go home, eat dinner, do homework, go to sleep. Pretend it's okay.
Repeat.
Disclaimer- glee belongs to Fox and Ryan Murphy, Ian Brennan, and Brad Falchuk
