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Just to make it clear, I only intend to write non-canon couples
People are welcome to make pairing suggestions, but just so you know, if you write out a long list I will only pick one pairing from it so I would encourage you to suggest an unusual pairing that you're most interested in reading.
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Sam Evans and Blaine Anderson (for raspberrytwists)
"You look absolutely miserable," Sam commented as he found Blaine sitting on the floor of the library, his back leaning up against a book shelf.
"Oh, hey, Sam," Blaine greeted half-heartedly.
"What's wrong, dude?" Sam asked crouching down beside the shorter teen.
"Nothing, just…" Blaine trailed off as he toyed with the back of his hair.
"Missing Kurt," Sam stated knowingly and Blaine released a long sigh.
"I don't know if he's ever going to forgive me," Blaine admitted. "I don't even know if he should."
"He will," Sam assured him rubbing his friends shoulder. "Just give him time. But for now, allow your superhero Sam Evans to cheer you up. Come on," he said standing up and extending his hand to Blaine to haul him to his feet.
"Where are we going?" Blaine asked as Sam led him out of the library and through the school corridors, still holding his hand despite the stares they were receiving. "Brittany, hi," Blaine said in confusion as he came face to face with the blonde.
"Hi, Blaine Warbler," Brittany smiled, something mischievous sparkling in her eye.
"Guys, what's going on?" Blaine quizzed looking between the two blondes. "Are we going to sing?"
"Um, maybe later," Sam answered. "But right now, we want to give you an early Christmas present."
"Oh, guys, that's so sweet," Blaine said gratefully. "What is it?" he asked.
"Well, we know you've been lonely and that you're missing Kurt," Brittany told them.
"And everybody knows that you're totally in to me," Sam said teasingly and Blaine flushed a little. "So we thought, well actually it was Brittany's idea, she's such a genius."
"I'm totally gonna graduate this year," Brittany boasted.
"And Brittany thought of a perfect way to cheer you up," Sam explained.
"Now I really have no idea what's going on," Blaine confessed looking absolutely clueless.
"Ta-da," Brittany sang out revealing a piece of mistletoe and holding it over the two boys' heads. "Blaine, Sam, I give you my full permission to make-out under the mistletoe."
"What?" Blaine spluttered in disbelief, eyes widening in shock. "No, guys, no. That isn't… it's so sweet of you to offer but you really don't have to."
"Hey, you're my friend," Sam interrupted him. "Brittany is cool with it and I want to do this for you."
Blaine gulped and looked from Sam to Brittany who smiled at him brightly. Sam then swept in to steal a kiss from Blaine's lips.
"Merry Christmas, Blaine," Brittany said sweetly as the two boys kissed.
"Come here," Sam laughed pulling a stunned Blaine into a hug. "And that's not your only early Christmas present," Sam added stepping back from the shorter boy.
"Blaine Warbler," Brittany announced. "I am letting you borrow my boyfriend for the rest of the week. Consider him yours for the time being. Take care of him and have fun." She pressed a kiss to both boys' cheeks before skipping out of the room.
"Allow me to escort you to lunch," Sam said offering his arm to Blaine.
"Thank you, Sam," Blaine smiled.
Rachel Berry and Sebastian Smythe (for ronnyangel88)
There had been some kind of issue with the plumbing at Dalton Academy. The damage was so severe that the building was deemed unsafe for its students. As a result, the students of Dalton Academy had no choice but to temporarily enrol at the local surrounding public schools. Much to Sebastian Smythe's disgust, every member of The Warblers had been forced to attend McKinley High.
During their stay, they had been welcomed into the choir room to rehearse and perform with the New Directions. His fellow Warblers and the public school misfits seemed to be enjoying the situation. Sebastian was not and it wasn't just because of the awful public school smell. It wasn't even because of the annoying gay face that was Kurt Hummel. No, his time at McKinley had become a nightmare all because of Rachel Berry.
On his first day, a red-haired woman had introduced him to Rachel Berry explaining that as they would be sharing classes the Jewish girl would show him around. Because of that, Rachel Berry seemed to have decided that they were friends. She forced him to sit beside her in every class, insisted they lunch together, somehow tricked him into performing duets and attending a slumber part and the girl just simply would not stop talking.
Sadly, that wasn't even the worst part. Despite the fact Sebastian hadn't once acted kindly to Rachel (in fact he'd been downright rude) the girl had instantly fallen for him. As it was close to Christmas, mistletoe and other decorations had been pinned up all over the school and Rachel had desperately been trying to catch him under the mistletoe for a kiss.
In order to get away from his admirer, Sebastian had slipped away to use the boys' bathroom and had yet to leave.
"Sebastian," Blaine nodded in acknowledgement as he entered the restroom. "Oh, Rachel's waiting for you outside. She said you've been in here a while and to ask if you need her to get the nurse."
"Crap," Sebastian swore. "Ok, I'll pay fifty dollars to distract her."
"Oh, come on, Rachel isn't that bad," Blaine defended. "I know she can be a bit selfish at times but when it comes down to it she's a real sweetheart."
"She's driving me insane," Sebastian hissed. "I can't get her to leave me alone and she keeps trying to kiss me."
"She's got a crush," Blaine shrugged as he washed his hands. "It's cute."
"It is not cute, it's nauseating," Sebastian retorted. "I thought she had two gay dads, of all people she should take a hint and understand that a gay boy is never going to be interested in a girl."
"She's actually a pretty good kisser," Blaine commented and Sebastian shot him a look of revulsion. "Just be a gentleman, let her have one kiss and maybe she'll get over it."
"Or maybe she'll start planning our wedding," Sebastian gritted out between his teeth.
"Are you coming out to face her or is Sebastian Smythe going to stay hiding in the toilets?" Blaine asked looking thoroughly amused.
"I'm staying in here," Sebastian insisted stubbornly just as Puck walked in.
"Rachel's getting worried about you, dude," Puck told Sebastian as he went into a toilet stall.
Puck had come for a number two and the stench was absolutely abhorrent. It was so bad Sebastian had no choice but to leave the restroom, bumping straight into Rachel outside.
"Sebby, there you are," she smiled at him looping her arm through his. "I was getting worried. Are you getting a fever?" she asked placing her hand to his forehead to check if he was burning up. "You can come to my place after school and I'll make you some of my famous chicken soup and look after you."
"I'm not sick," Sebastian hissed at her, glowering at anyone who looked at them as they moved down the hallways.
"We should perform another duet together soon," Rachel said. "Our last one was brilliant but I believe that our combined talents could be outstanding. You really would be an excellent contribution to the New Directions, Sebby. You should think about enrolling here permanently just like Blaine did. It was so romantic how Blaine transferred here to be with Kurt and it would be so wonderful if you transferred here for me. I would be so grateful," she gushed batting her eyelashes at him.
"What will it take to get you to leave me the hell alone?" Sebastian asked exasperatedly.
"We're friends, silly, friends spend time together," Rachel answered him. "And I want to know everything there is to know about you. In return I'll tell you everything about me and my remarkable talent. I think we would have incredibly beautiful and talented babies," she smiled manically and Sebastian balked at the mention of children. "Oh and I almost forget," she added stopping by her locker to take something out. "I made us his and hers calendars. That way we'll always know what the other is doing and we can plan the best times to go on our dates. Oh, and I've told my dads you'll be joining us for dinner on Friday night. They are so excited to meet you."
"Where did you get this photo?" Sebastian asked suspiciously as he looked down at the hideous calendar. It was all pink colours with sparkles and butterflies as well a photo of him shirtless.
"I paid Jacob Ben-Israel to snap a shot of you getting changed in the locker room," Rachel admitted without any guilt or shame. "Now, I took the liberty of organising all our dates for the rest of December, you won't find them on that calendar of course, that starts next year."
"Ok, stop," Sebastian told her. "You are crazy. I am gay, Rachel. Gay, gay, gay. We are not dating, we will never be dating and you are creeping me the fuck out."
"Finally," Rachel exclaimed. "Mistletoe!"
"No!" Sebastian yelled out fearfully as he tried to back away but Rachel dived on top of him, sending them both to the ground.
Although Rachel was small, she was surprisingly strong and incredibly scary with that deranged psycho look on her face. She gripped Sebastian's biceps and leaned down, crushing their mouths together.
"Yuck," Sebastian said shoving her off and rising to his feet. "That qualifies as sexual harassment, Berry," he told her as he dusted off his pants. "My father will hear of this."
"So worth it," Rachel sighed dreamily as he stalked off. "Hey," she said grabbing the arm of a girl she had never spoken to before. "That's my boyfriend," she stated proudly pointing down the corridor to where Sebastian's figure was running off.
Kurt Hummel and Wes Warbler (for BladeMaxwell-GoddessofDeath)
The choir room was empty when Kurt arrived so he took the opportunity to sit at the piano, play a melody and sing a tune. He was completely unaware that he had a one-man audience until he heard the sound of applause.
"Wes," Kurt shrieked nearly falling off the piano stool. "You startled me."
"My apologies," Wes smiled. "I didn't realise you could play piano."
"I am a man of many talents," Kurt replied with a one-shoulder shrug.
"So I've heard," Wes said as he stepped towards Kurt and sat beside him at the piano. "A little bird told me you were on the football team at your last school and that you were a cheerleader. And even though you haven't been at Dalton for long you've already earned yourself a reputation for being an expert at oral."
"Excuse me?" Kurt blanched.
"In languages," Wes clarified looking slightly embarrassed. "Forgive me, Kurt, clearly I didn't think that sentence through before I finished it. So, where did you learn to play piano?" he asked abruptly changing the subject.
"My mother taught me a little," Kurt answered. "Then my dad paid for me to have lessons after she died."
"She died?" Wes asked in shock. "I'm so sorry."
"It's ok," Kurt replied quietly.
"What was she like, your mother?" Wes asked him gently as he played a few random keys on the piano.
"Beautiful," Kurt answered with a smile. "She smelled like sherbet and crushed apples. She always managed to style my hair just the way I wanted it. My dad tried, but he could never do it right, but she always could. And she made the best chocolate chip cookies. She was my best friend."
"How are you doing here, Kurt?" Wes asked him after a minute of silence. "Are you settling in ok?"
"I guess so," Kurt shrugged. "Lessons are harder but I appreciate the challenge. The building itself is beautiful, the teachers are talented, the students aren't shoving me against lockers or calling me names. I feel safe here. It's… its good."
"Are you making friends?" Wes asked.
"There's Blaine," Kurt replied. "And Trent, he's nice. He reminds me of my friend Mercedes a little. It's nice having someone who reminds me of someone else. It makes things feel familiar."
"Are you happy here?" Wes asked surveying the boy carefully.
"Happier than I was being tormented at McKinley," Kurt told him. "Things are good here. I'm just… I'm still adjusting."
"And how are you enjoying being on The Warblers?" Wes asked.
"It's different," Kurt responded. "So different to the New Directions. Honestly, Warbler rehearsals are what make me miss my friends at McKinley most. But I am so grateful that I've been invited to join The Warblers and I do enjoy it. It's just… a painful reminder of what used to be."
"It'll get better, Kurt," Wes told him lightly resting a hand on the younger boy's thigh. "I promise."
"Um, thank you," Kurt said shyly and Wes just smiled gently as they gazed into one another's eyes.
Their quiet moment was disturbed by three boys bursting in through the choir room door. It seemed that David had acquired mistletoe from somewhere and was chasing Jeff and Nick around with it trying to get them to kiss. As his eyes landed on the two boys seated at the piano his eyes lit up with mischief and he stormed over to them.
"Kiss!" David demanded excitedly holding the mistletoe above their heads.
"Kiss, kiss, kiss," Jeff and Nick chanted, seeming to find the mistletoe attack funnier when they weren't the victims.
"You are such a child," Wes told David shaking his head at him before looking to Kurt. "May I?" he asked politely.
"Um… ok," Kurt agreed nervously.
Wes smiled at him as he placed a hand to Kurt's cheek. As he moved in closer, he watched the younger boy's eyes flutter closed, his dark lashes creating a pretty contrast with his china skin. He brought his free hand up to tangle his fingers with Kurt's as he sealed their lips together.
"Wes," Kurt whispered shyly, their mouths apart but faces still close together.
"Yeah?" Wes prompted, still stroking the boy's cheek.
"I think… I think it just got better," Kurt told him with a nervous smile.
"Good," Wes replied leaning in to press their lips together again.
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