Hi all, this is my first ever FF so I hope you all enjoy it.
This will be Cornbelle, cos lets face it there aren't enough out there with hints of Corny/Link.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own these characters or the film/musical Hairspray, if I did this would have happened in the film wouldn't it.
Maybelle walked backstage at the empty studio in darkness, Seaweed and Inez were at Tracy's for the night so she was free to wander her place of work. Maybelle didn't know why she was walking around the studio at this late hour but sitting in her empty house she had suddenly felt a sense of longing for the place and so she had walked Baltimore's streets both black and white to get here. Suddenly Maybelle was jerked out of her reverie she could have sworn she heard a noise coming from the direction of the main stage, creeping forward careful not to let her heels hit the floor she rounded the corner of the backing scenery not knowing who to expect. In the back of her mind Maybelle believed it would be a late cleaner or maybe the new stage manager working late, she would have never believed that she would see the sight that presented itself before her.
Her co-host Corny Collins was leaning, no, gripping the edge of their podium, he was gripping it so hard that even from her far off position Maybelle could see his knuckles threatening to pop right out off his skin. On the ground in front of him was star dancer and teen idol Link Larkin licking and sucking as though Corny was made of his favourite ice-cream flavour, which Maybelle could sympathise with. She'd been working with Corny on and off-screen for years now and although she'd never tell anyone had often had those images of her and Corny together float across her mind and invade her dreams.
Although Corny was trying his damn hardest he couldn't stop the gurgled scream that escaped his throat as he exploded down Links warm, sweet throat, clinging to the podium with one hand he shakily pulled Link up by the other before pulling him into a powerful kiss trying to tell him what he could never put into words. Thanking him for doing this, for never telling, and for not knocking him on his ass the first time Corny had sloppily approached him, praying that the teen felt or at least could pretend to feel the way Corny did. Link returned the kiss, though with less passion, before pulling away to look at Corny;
"I have to go, my parents might start to worry". Corny just nodded dumbly, still coming down from the high he had just experienced just finding his voice as Link turned to leave the stage floor;
"Link!", Link turned and look at him, a question on his lips, "Straighten your tie" Corny managed to blurt out. Link just grinned at him, before complying with request and leaving the studio.
Corny leaned back against the podium allowing the feelings of relief and panic to wash over him. Then he felt a hand brush his arm gently, making him jump out of his skin, fresh waves of panic overtook him as visions of angry Baltimore residents turning up here and at his home filled his mind. Turning he felt the panic settle slightly as he recognised the calm brown eyes before him, Maybelle silently conveying her understanding of the fear he felt, after all the amount of times she had woken up praying that she hadn't called out his name within hearing distance of anyone else were too numerous to count. Maybelle did what felt right, the only thing she could do at that moment she realised as she pulled Corny to herself bringing him into a sea of warmth and understanding amidst the darkness of the studio.