Chapter 7- Hairography/A Very Glee Christmas/Wheels
With only two weeks left until Sectionals, the Glee Club were as busy as ever. Mr Schuester was driving them hard! Making sure choreography, singing and costumes were just perfect. It would be The New Direction's first time singing in front of a competition audience, and there was a lot riding on it; the Glee Club's future for example…
Kurt arrived at school in his ordinary clothes, since he was no longer on the Cheerios he had a chance to show off his wardrobe, although missing the safety of his polyester uniform. Walking into school proved awkward as everybody he passed, so most of the student body, stared at him. He was no longer wearing his red and white uniform, instead, dressed like the rest of them. He was no longer a threat…
Walking into English, he sat next to Quinn and Blaine as usual, Quinn in the exact same boat as he, not used to being out of her Cheerios uniform, but wearing a nice ensemble of a blue blouse and white frilly skirt topped with a white cardigan. Blaine smiled at him as he got his notebook out, and was met with a kiss as he put his bag away.
"You okay?" Blaine asked him, eyeing his outfit.
"Sure, just feel a little put out of place," Kurt admitted, smiling at his boyfriend.
"You're bound to, you aren't used to being out of that uniform. But now you have a chance to wear some amazing outfits," Blaine chuckled, pointing out the magnificent one he had on now. Kurt wore white skinny jeans, a black button up shirt, with the sleeves pulled up to his elbows. A blue satin scarf wrapped around his neck, and black DM's up to his shins. In short, he looked amazing!
"Thanks, I did turn a few heads this morning as I walked down the hall, obviously other people thinking the same thing," he shrugged.
"What about you Quinn?" Blaine asked.
"Okay I suppose, miss my uniform already. It made me feel like I belonged somewhere, you know?" she replied, feeling extremely out of place.
"Well as I said to Kurt, you're both so used to the uniform, it's bound to feel a little weird. But as the days go on, you'll get used to it. Have you seen Santana and Brittany?" he enquired.
"Not recently, I'm surprised Santana is even at school, she will certainly feel worse than us," Quinn responded.
"Yeah, you're right," Kurt said. "She even wore it on weekends when she went out, like to the mall or something, I don't think I've ever seen her out of it," he informed them. Blaine nodded his head, and they all shut up as Mrs Clarkson entered the room.
After English, it was Blaine and Kurt's free period, so they headed to the choir room, as it would be one of the only rooms empty. As they walked down the hall, everybody was staring at Kurt, looking at him oddly, some even laughing at him. He felt judged, and embarrassed, his face growing darker and darker until… Karofsky walked past them and threw a slushie into Kurt's face. Blaine looked furious at the boy who just walked off, and sent a warning look to anybody who started to laugh. Blaine hurried Kurt into the boy's bathroom, and sat him down with a chair he had gotten from a nearby classroom. He looked at Kurt with utmost sympathy and concern as he saw his boyfriend covered in blue ice. Kurt was crying. It was his first time being hit by a slushie, and the fact it was done by his top tormentor made it even worse. Blaine leaned down in front of him and pulled his scarf off. Kurt began to whimper as Blaine turned the warm water on, and tipped his head back slightly, Blaine not knowing what he could do to comfort him. Kurt was so amazing when he got slushied, he just didn't know how to be and what to say to him.
"Are you okay babe?" Blaine asked, washing the slushie out of his coffee coloured locks.
"Mmm," he mumbled quickly, not looking at Blaine as he did so.
"I'll kick his ass at rugby practice," Blaine told him.
"No you won't. I'm not having you injured or getting into trouble; remember the last time you stood up to Karofsky?" Kurt replied seriously, looking Blaine in the eye and staring him down.
"I just feel like there's nothing I can do," Blaine admitted, his voice cracking slightly.
"There's nothing you can do Blaine, and I don't expect you to do anything. You're there for me when I need you, and that's all I can ask. Fighting Karofsky will not make anything easier, you're just stooping down to his level by fighting violence with violence," Kurt explained, looking at his boyfriend adoringly.
"I just feel so helpless sometimes," he replied, looking into his boyfriend's beautiful eyes.
"But you aren't Blaine. Do you see anyone else standing in here, helping me?" Kurt asked, looking around the bathroom to make his point. Blaine just smiled and continued to wash Kurt's hair.
"I have some spare clothes in my locker, and a can of hairspray with your name on it," Blaine mused, kissing his boyfriend's blueberry flavoured lips.
"Thank you B, you truly are the best boyfriend ever," Kurt smiled, accepting the kiss eagerly.
"I'll go fetch them and I'll be right back," he assured Kurt, hurrying out of the bathroom. Kurt just stood in front of the mirror, looking at himself. His skin was blotchy from the coldness of the drink, his hair was damp and stuck to his forehead. His shirt was stuck to his chest and his jeans were stained blue, he would probably have to throw them away due to the staining. Kurt knew his friends and father will ask him why he had changed clothes, but he didn't know what to tell them. He felt that if he told his friends that he got slushied, that they'd laugh and he'd be embarrassed, and if he told his dad, then he would worry and be shouting down the phone to Figgins quicker than Kurt at a clothes sale.
Blaine came in, and handed Kurt his clothes and can of hairspray, both he was grateful for, and kissed Blaine sweetly.
"I know my clothes aren't exactly that fashionable, but-" Blaine began.
"Blaine, you have a Ralph Laurent shirt in this bag, believe me, these are more than socially acceptable," Kurt cut him off with a chuckle. He threw his ruined shirt off and pulled Blaine's one on, he also stripped his jeans down and put Blaine's spare pair on. All the while, Blaine couldn't stop watching his boyfriend strip his clothes off in favour for his own; there was something about Kurt wearing his clothes that was really hot!
Once Kurt had gotten changed, Blaine received a text from Puck, saying that Mr Schue wanted to see them in the choir room A.S.A.P. They went into the choir room as told and met the rest of the group there.
"What's going on?" Kurt asked Quinn as he sat down. Quinn just shrugged her shoulders, and the two friends began to talk to Santana and Brittany who had come to school after all. Mr Schuester walked in, happy and smiley as usual. He looked over The New Directions and saw the four ex-cheerleaders in normal clothing, it was certainly a shock to the system, and judging by the way that the shirt Kurt was wearing looked big, confirmed the thought that he had been slushied that morning, probably for the first time too. He gave the four friends sympathetic looks but continued with what he wanted to say.
"Hey guys! Now I have a little surprise for you all. As you all know, at Sectionals, we are going up against Jane Addams Academy and Haverbrook School for the Deaf, and to get us into the Christmas spirit and giving, I have invited them over for a little scrimmage. I went to Jane Addams and found out they do not have an auditorium, and I spoke to the director of the deaf choir and they are living on a lower budget then we are. They have to perform in their uniforms. Now we are going to the auditorium because I believe the Jane Addams choir have arrived," he informed them, leading them to the auditorium.
When they sat down, they saw their stage littered with yellow and black from the girls' costumes. They looked professional, but then you remember they are from a reform school.
After a version of 'Bootylicious' which was surprisingly good, the girls ran out of the auditorium with their coach and left The New Directions in shock. Rachel, as usual, was the first to speak.
"They weren't that good you guys. That was just a prime example of hairography," she told them.
"Sorry?" Mr Schue asked.
"Hairography, a technique used by people who have good hair to whip it round and use that as a distraction of the fact that they weren't that good. People watch the hair instead of watching the dancing or listening to the singing," she explained. For once, Kurt agreed with her, they weren't brilliant, but they couldn't rule them out of Sectionals just yet.
"Oh well then, if you say so Rachel. Now that we've seen the Jane Addams academy, I have to talk to you all about something. Since Sectionals is after Christmas this year, we are going to host a bake sale to pay for the bus to Sectionals," Mr Schue informed them. He was met with a sea of complaints.
"Why can't we just take a school bus?" Quinn groaned.
"Because, since we have Artie, we need to get a bus with a handicapped lift on it, it's only fair," he explained.
"Why can't Artie's dad just take him? He drives him everywhere," Mercedes put in.
"Maybe because we're a team guys. I can't believe you're reacting like this. We go to Sectionals together, or not at all. Now you can go," Mr Schue snapped, dismissing his class with an air of disappointment. Everybody left except for Blaine, Finn and Puck, who were waiting to carry Artie up the stairs.
"I'm sorry they reacted like that Artie," Mr Schuester apologised, bending down next to him.
"It's okay, they just don't get it," Artie replied with a small smile. The boys grabbed the sides of his wheelchair and carried him up the steps and out of the auditorium.
"Thanks guys," he smiled, and rolled off down the hallway.
"I feel real bad for him," Blaine spoke up.
"Me too, just sucks that we have to host a bake sale in order to get him a bus. This school sucks," Puck complained. They all nodded in agreement and went off to their next lesson, not realising their choir master was listening in on their conversation.
At the next Glee rehearsal the club were waiting in anticipation for their teacher to arrive, hoping he had changed his mind and found an alternative. They weren't expecting him to enter the room with the AV club pushing thirteen wheelchairs.
"Right guys. Thanks to the AV club, I managed to come up with something else. I was disgusted with the way you treated Artie at the last rehearsal, so I am going to make you understand the struggle that Artie goes through, day in day out, in order to keep up with you guys. So this week, we are still hosting a bake sale, but this time you guys will spend three hours a day in a wheelchair for the next five days. And you will maintain the bake sale in your wheelchairs also. Now for the best part; we are doing a wheelchair number!" he told them, cheering the last part of the sentence. Everybody groaned and complained in response, except Artie who actually looked happy.
"Look Mr Schue, we're already losers, and now you're making us host a bake sale and make us ride around this school in wheelchairs?!" Rachel whined.
"We're gonna be killed," Quinn said simply.
"Don't take it personally Artie, but wouldn't it just be easier on all of us if you got a lift with your dad?" Rachel added.
"You're annoying most of the time but don't take that personally," Artie replied, growing irritated with the Jewish girl. Rachel just gave him a dirty look with her mouth agape and huffed into her seat whilst the rest of the club snickered quietly.
"It's settled guys. Pick a wheelchair and a recipe," Mr Schuester announced.
Brittany raised her hand quickly. "Mr Schue, I don't know how to bake. I find recipe's confusing," she told him. Santana just rubbed her arm repeatedly to as if to say 'don't worry.'
"It's okay Britt, Kurt's going to bake for us," she told her blond friend.
"Am I now?" Kurt questioned with a raised brow as he chose a wheelchair reluctantly.
"Well yeah, you're the only one who knows how to bake," Puck put in.
"Seriously? Do none of you have any domestic skills?" Kurt argued.
"Not really, but I'm sure your boyfriend will help," Quinn smirked. Blaine just grinned madly and wiggled his eyebrows at Kurt, who blushed.
"Course I'll help babe," he said, wrapping his arms around the boys' thin waist.
"That's settled then, gay one and two will bake and we will advertise or whatever," Santana agreed, plonking herself in a purple wheelchair.
They all experimented in their wheelchairs, figuring out how to move around and steer.
"This kills your hands," Kurt complained, looking down at his off-coloured hands. "I need some serious moisturiser."
"Stop worrying about your hands Kurt! The pain is worth it," Mr Schuester shouted to him. Kurt just groaned loudly but went back to his wheelchair choreography.
During their lesson of wheelchair movement, three people were injured. Mercedes had tried to turn left but fell out of her chair and ended in a heap on the floor, Finn rammed himself into the piano, and Rachel had driven herself into the drum kit and had to be pulled out of the big bass drum, which caused temporary amusement. Mr Schuester finally called it a day, and the Glee Club rolled out of the choir room to the parking lot.
"I don't believe that Mr Schue kept us for an extra two hours. And I have to start baking when I get home for the bake sale tomorrow," Kurt complained, slumping himself against his boyfriend's Porsche.
"I know babe, we just have to deal with this. And to be fair, we were kind of jerks to Artie this morning. We always go on about how open-minded we are, but this morning was the perfect example of the ignorance we still possess," Blaine countered, smiling lovingly at his sulking boyfriend. Kurt thought about the wise words Blaine spoke, and realised he was right.
"I know, and I feel bad for Artie. This could be a good exercise if the entire school wasn't narrow-minded. I'm pretty sure we are going to be murdered tomorrow if we come to school in wheelchairs," Kurt answered, climbing out of his movable chair.
"Just think, it's only for this week. Then we should hopefully have enough money from the bake sale for the Sectionals bus. Plus it's Christmas break on Friday, so we have two whole weeks to recover and relax. I can't wait to give you your present, I think you're gonna love it," Blaine smiled, engulfing his boyfriend's lips with his own.
"I'm sure I will. And you should love yours as well. This is going to be the best Christmas ever," Kurt sighed happily, escaping his boyfriend's clutches and folding his wheelchair into his own car.
"It will be. See you tomorrow Kurt, text me when you get home please babe," Blaine said, not asking but a sort of demand so he wouldn't be worrying about his boyfriend all night, thinking of terrible scenarios of what could have happened to him.
"Will do. Love you!" he called, sliding into his own car.
"Love you too!" Blaine shouted back, smirking as he revved his engine and left the parking lot.
The next morning was mayhem! A few of The New Directions didn't turn up to morning practice, and when Blaine and Puck went to look for them, they found them in all sorts of compromising positions. Blaine found Tina thrown in the dumpster with her chair on top of her, he also found Matt locked in a store cupboard and had no room to move. Puck then discovered Rachel locked in an empty teacher's desk, and Finn was hanging from a ceiling fan in an empty classroom by his shirt, first Puck took a photo of him, then helped him down. So for the rest of the morning, Rachel had cricks in her body and ached everywhere, Tina smelled like trash and Puck sent the photo of Finn to everyone in Glee so they could enjoy laughing at him. They were set to host the bake sale at lunch, Kurt had brought some muffins and cookies in that he had made last night, and Santana, Britt and Quinn had made the stand, with the help of Blaine and Puck who put it together.
"See, boyfriends do come in handy," Britt smiled, hugging Mike and feeding him a cookie.
"These are really good Kurt," Mike praised as he ate it eagerly, going into his pocket for a dollar.
"Thanks, I'm surprised there were any left, I nearly locked Dad in his bedroom last night as he kept eating them," Kurt chortled, accepting the bill and placing it in the tin. The bell went for lunch, so the group set themselves up behind the stand. Santana and Brittany were going to find people to sell cookies to, and Puck thought that threatening people was the best approach.
During lunch they received funny looks and waves of laughter as people passed, especially from the jocks as they seemed to keep passing them on purpose. Brittany had found a girl with Down Syndrome called Becky to buy a muffin, who was really sweet, and also found her in a Cheerios uniform; apparently she had taken over Kurt and Quinn's place as captain.
"Maybe we should make them more decorative?" Finn suggested, picking up a muffin and examining it.
"It isn't the food, it's us. Nobody wants to buy from losers, we're in Glee Club and in wheelchairs," Quinn pointed out, gesturing to her body.
"Well what are we supposed to do? Artie needs that handicapped bus right? So if we don't get the money, how can we get him to Sectionals?" Matt asked, looking at his peers. They all seemed as blank as he did, when Blaine spoke up.
"I could pay for it? I mean, it's not as if I'm short of money is it? You guys know that," he proposed.
"No Blaine, you can't pay for the bus. That's way too much," Britt argued.
"Not really, it's like what? Five hundred dollars or something around that? My folks could pay that no problem, that's just back pocket change for them, Dad carries fifties around as change," Blaine protested.
"Blaine, honey. Even if you did offer to pay, Mr Schue wouldn't be allowed to accept it, would he?" Kurt questioned.
"No idea. Let's just hope it doesn't come to Blaine paying. Maybe we just need more ways of getting them across to people?" Quinn enquired, rolling around to the front of the stall. "Blaine, Kurt, how about a nice Christmassy duet?" she asked, motioning to the two boys. They looked at each other, smirking, and got out of their chairs, while Quinn went and retrieved a boom-box, clicking the play button, the music started.
Kurt: "I really can't stay."
Blaine: "Baby it's cold outside."
They danced around each other flawlessly, singing the lines perfectly.
Kurt: "I've got to go away."
Blaine: "Baby it's cold outside."
Kurt: "This evening has been..."
Blaine: "Been hoping that you'd drop in."
Kurt: "So very nice."
Blaine grabbed hold of Kurt's hand for his next line.
Blaine: "I'll hold your hands, they're just like ice."
Kurt: "My mother will start to worry."
Blaine: "Beautiful, what's your hurry?"
Kurt blushed when Blaine said beautiful, and Blaine smiled sweetly.
Kurt: "My father will be pacing the floor."
Blaine: "Listen to the fireplace roar."
Kurt: "So really I'd better scurry."
Blaine: "Beautiful, please don't hurry."
Kurt: "Or maybe just half a drink more."
Blaine: "Put some records on while I pour."
Nobody noticed Puck take a packet of what looked like grass out of his pocket.
Kurt: "The neighbours might think."
Blaine: "Baby it's bad out there."
Kurt: "Say, what's in this drink?"
Blaine: "No cabs to be had out there."
Kurt: "I wish I knew how..."
Blaine: "Your eyes are like starlight now."
Kurt looked down to the floor, as if Blaine was saying the words to him, not just from the lyrics of the song, and Blaine noticed.
Kurt: "To break this spell."
Blaine: "I'll take your hat, your hair looks swell.
They both sat on their make-shift stall.
Kurt: "I ought to say no, no, no sir."
Blaine: "Mind if I move in closer?"
Blaine shuffled closer to his boyfriend, making sure to nudge their shoulders together, and Kurt jumped off and moved to the side of the stand.
Kurt: "At least I'm gonna say that I tried."
Blaine: "What's the sense in hurting my pride?"
Kurt: "I really can't stay."
Blaine: "Baby don't hold out."
Both: "Ah, but it's cold outside."
Blaine pretended to play the piano on the stall, for the next few notes, it was really adorable. Puck scattered the grass like substance all over the cookies and muffins, making sure nobody was watching him.
Kurt: "I've got to get home."
Blaine: "Oh baby, you'll freeze out there."
Kurt: "Say, lend me a coat."
Blaine: "It's up to your knees out there."
Kurt: "You've really been grand."
Blaine: "Thrill when you touch my hand."
Blaine touched Kurt's hand lightly.
Kurt: "Why don't you see?"
Blaine: "How can you do this thing to me?"
They began to chase each other around the stand, making Santana nauseous.
Kurt: "There's bound to be talk tomorrow."
Blaine: "Think of my life long sorrow."
Kurt: "At least there will be plenty implied."
Blaine: "If you got pneumonia and died."
Kurt: "I really can't stay…"
Blaine: "Get over that hold out."
Blaine decided to go high for the last line, and Kurt went low, which was a contrast to their normal singing style.
Both: "But baby, it's cold, out-side!"
They both ended sat on the stand again, shoulders touching and smiling like mad men. There was an enthusiastic applause from the friends, and a scattered applause from the on-lookers of the cafeteria. One kid came up and bought a cookie, he must have felt sorry for them. As he took it in his mouth, he audibly moaned, and bought two more for his friends. The group of jocks and ex-cheerleaders looked at each other with suspicion, eyeing the kid and his friends. His pals ate their cookies greedily, and went to buy some more. Soon more kids grew interested in these desirable cookies and they ended up selling out of cookies, and the crowd was moving onto the muffins.
Mr Schuester entered the canteen and walked over to his group of kids, surprised at how many people were buying food.
"What's going on here?" he asked, watching as Santana devoured a muffin.
"Kurt's muffins and cookies are the best things ever!" she shouted over a mouthful of muffin.
"Good job buddy," Mr Schue praised, clapping Kurt on the shoulder, looking just as surprised as his teacher; he knew they were good, but not this good.
Soon, lunch was over and kids were slumping back to their classes. The baking stand had been sold out of cookies and muffins, and some kids were trying to buy the crumbs off the table. As the crowds dispersed, Blaine counted the money.
"Guys, we have like three hundred and fifty dollars here. People must have been paying tens and twenties for those cookies, Kurt. Good job baby," he exclaimed, kissing his boyfriend sweetly.
"I don't even know what happened. After the duet, it was just a blur. I honestly didn't think they were that amazing," Kurt answered, suspicious.
"Well they obviously were Kurt, come on guys, let's go to Glee and show off how much money we made," Puck sounded quickly, stuffing all of the money into the tin.
"Puck, can I talk to you a minute?" Kurt asked his mohawked friend, eyeing him doubtfully. Puck looked as guilty as sin, and looked slightly scared as the others left the canteen in favour of the choir room. "What did you do to those cookies?" Kurt questioned, brow raised.
"Nothing," he replied quickly, trying to wheel away, Kurt stuck his foot in front of the wheel.
"You did something while Blaine and I were singing. Now what was it? I can see guilt written all over your face, and you're usually the number one suspect; so spill," Kurt growled viciously, staring Puck right in the eye. Puck was gradually crumbling under Kurt's harsh glare and caved.
"Fine. I scattered the cookies with marijuana okay? Not loads, just to give you a wicked case of the munchies," Puck explained, Kurt covered his temples with his fingers. "Don't look at me like that. They sold didn't they?"
"Yes, but Puck. It's illegal! Where did you get it from anyway?" Kurt exasperated.
"I know a guy," he mumbled, not daring to tell Kurt that Mr Ryerson was his supplier.
"You cannot tell anyone about this. We could all be arrested and I'm pretty much that much pot is a major felony, I'm talking years, Puck!" Kurt told him, angry but not raging, more mad at himself than Noah.
"I was gonna keep quiet anyway, but I won't. If Quinn found out she'd probably break up with me," Puck grumbled.
"Probably. Now this is between us, let's get to the choir room before anyone suspects anything," Kurt hissed, sitting in his own wheelchair and rolling out of the cafeteria.
The next day went similar to the first. Puck had spiked the cookies and cupcakes that Kurt had made with Mary-Jane and they sold out within ten minutes. They had made the other hundred and fifty dollars they needed, and had about one hundred left over for costumes and hairspray. Mr Schuester went on and on about how proud he was of them, and turns out, Artie was fine with getting a lift from his dad and told them to get some handicapped ramps for the school and auditorium, so The New Directions could take a school bus after all.
Mr Schuester had told them the numbers they would be doing that week. They were going with Rachel's idea of hairography and were performing 'Crazy in Love/Hair' for the Haverbrook School, and doing 'Proud Mary' in wheelchairs. Mr Schue had gotten Brittany to teach them how to whip their hair and gave the boys wigs to try. Kurt ended up with a silver-blond wig that went down to his mid-back, Artie had ended up with dreads, and turns out, if you take Blaine's hair out of gel, it meets his shoulders. Kurt had told Blaine to wash it out as he refused to wear a wig, and everyone just stared when he came back. Blaine's face was crimson and you could see the embarrassment in his features, but Kurt told him he loved it loose and gel free which gave him a bit more confidence.
Two hours later…
The Haverbrook school for the deaf arrived on time and sat on chairs in a row, facing the crazy looking New Directions. Mr Schue said some things in basic sign-language to them, and they all looked greatly disturbed, just looking at Rachel in khaki jeans was enough to scare anyone…
Artie: "Yes, it's so crazy right now. Most incredibly, it's ya boy, Artie, it's ya girl, Mercedes."
Artie rolled himself across the floor, whipping his thick, black dreads wildly.
Mercedes: "You ready, heyy."
Girls: "Ah oh ah oh a oh a no, no. Ah oh ah oh a oh a no, no."
Mercedes: "I look and stare so deep in your eyes. I touch on you more and more every time."
Quinn came rushing down the steps and started dancing around with Mike who began to pop and lock.
Quinn: "When you leave I'm beggin' you not to go. Call your name two, three times in a row."
Puck: "I'm hairy high and low. Don't ask me why, I don't know."
The girls began to whip their hair around madly, only dancing a little with their respective boys dancing around them.
Girls: "Got me lookin' so crazy right now. Your love's got me lookin' so crazy right now. (Your love) got me lookin' so crazy right now. (Your touch) got me lookin' so crazy right now."
The girls jumped on their guys' back and whipped their hair along while the boys began to sing.
Boys: "Just give me a head with hair. Long beautiful hair, shining, gleaming, streaming, flaxen, waxen."
Girls: "Got me hoping you'll page me right now. Your kiss got me hoping you'll save me right now. Lookin' so crazy your love's got me lookin' so crazy right now. Got me lookin' so crazy right now. Your love's got me lookin' so crazy right now. (Your love) got me lookin' so crazy right now. (Your touch) got me lookin' so crazy right now."
Boys: "Down to here. Down to there. Down to there. Down to where it stops by itself, where it stops by itself."
All: "Got me hoping you'll page me right now. Your kiss got me hoping you'll save me right now. Lookin' so crazy your love's got me lookin' so crazy right now. Got me lookin' so crazy right now. Your love's got me lookin' so crazy right now. (Your love) got me lookin' so crazy right now. (Your touch) got me lookin' so crazy right now. (My hair's going crazy right now!)"
They all ended up pressed up against one another, hair everywhere! The Haverbrook kids looked genuinely terrified and scattered, silent applause came about, which was inevitably started by their teacher Mr Rumba and Mr Schue. The Glee Club took their seats and the Haverbrook School took their places on the steps.
They had done a beautiful rendition of 'Imagine' by John Lennon, so much so, that the Glee Club had joined in with them, led by Mercedes and Blaine. As they finished, Kurt looked to Blaine with utmost admiration and love for him that he didn't know loving someone that much was even possible! Kurt was smitten, and he knew that if he could, he'd keep Blaine forever…
Haverbrook had now gone home and The New Directions had taken their wigs and costumes off, realising they looked like idiots.
"Hey guys, I'm so proud of you all. Joining in like that was amazing, and it just shows how open-minded you all are. You got through a week in wheelchairs, made some sweet cash and made some great allies. Now, it's time for our wheelchair number!" Mr Schuester cheered, leading the group to the auditorium.
Clad in yellow shirts, black jeans and black braces, the group was ready for their number…
Mercedes: "And we're rolling, rolling, rolling on a river."
Finn: "This one's for you Artie!"
Mercedes: "Left a good job in the city, (down in the city), working for the man every night and day. And I never lost one minute of sleeping, just worrying bout the way that things might have been."
They all rolled down the newly bought ramps that they had gotten, and found it really fun.
Tina: "Big wheel keep on turning, and the Proud Mary keep on burning."
All: "And we're rolling, rolling, rolling on a river."
Boys: "Rolling on a river."
This is where the songs gets quicker, and the harder choreography came in.
Artie: "So I left a good job in the city, (do do doo), working for the man every night and day."
Quinn: "And I never lost one minute of sleeping, just worrying bout the way things might have been."
Santana: "Big wheel keep on turning, well the Proud Mary keep on burning."
Girls: "And we're rolling, rolling, rolling on a river."
Boys: "And we're rolling, rolling, rolling on a river."
The group began to rock in their chairs for this part, it was considered dangerous but they insisted on doing it.
All: "Do do do do, do do do do."
Girls: "Baba ba, baba ba, baba ba ba ba ba baba ba yeah!"
Girls began to stretch their arms out and do a deep sea diver move of the hands on the nose and moving the other arm downwards, while the boys drove around them.
Artie: "If you come down to the river, (do do do) I betcha gonna find some people who live, (do do do.)"
Kurt: "You don't have to worry if you have no money, people on the river are happy to give."
The boys began to do a sort of race across the stage while the girls span themselves around in circles.
Mercedes: "Big wheel keep on turning, Proud Mary keep on burning."
All: "Rolling, rolling, rolling on the river. Rolling, rolling, rolling on the river."
Girls: "baba ba, baba ba, baba ba ba ba ba baba ba."
All: "Yeah!"
They all ended up really tired by the end of the song, even Artie looked bashed as his chair halted to a stop. Mr Schue cheered them from the seats while the group cheered themselves and Artie, all surrounding him in a group hug. It had been one of the best weeks in Glee Club.
"You know, this week was a lot better than I thought it would be," Kurt admitted, snuggling up to Blaine underneath their tree in the park. They were on their weekly date, and were just cuddling and keeping themselves warm.
"Yeah? I thought all of us coming together was pretty cool. Now we all know how to see the world from a wheelchair, never thought I'd say that," Blaine chuckled softly into Kurt's hair, being the big spoon and enjoying cuddling him. He had Kurt's present in his pocket, but he was waiting for the right time.
"I quite enjoyed this week. It felt weird being out of my Cheerios uniform, but, I've never felt more belonged to Glee Club than this week," Kurt smiled, wrapping his arms around his boyfriend's waist.
"And we have Christmas break and Sectionals to look forward to now," Blaine replied, humming something under his breath. Kurt settled himself onto Blaine's chest and just basked in his body heat and the love he possessed for the boy beneath him. Blaine reached into his pocket and pulled the box he had for Kurt out.
"Baby?" he mumbled, stroking Kurt's hair softly.
"Hmm?" Kurt whispered in response, looking at his boyfriend with his beautiful glasz eyes.
"I want to give you your present now, if I'm allowed?" Blaine enquired, smirking at his smiling boyfriend.
"Of course you're allowed. But you're not getting yours 'til Christmas day, mister," Kurt chuckled, sitting in his boyfriend's lap.
"That's not fair, I have to wait a whole week?" Blaine exclaimed, gasping in fake shock.
"What can I say? I'm a traditionalist," the porcelain boy smiled, swatting Blaine on the chest playfully. Blaine brought the box into the moonlight and Kurt gasped at the sight of the Tiffany's box. "No way Blaine, I can't accept that!" he argued.
"You will. I know the box says money, but the gift says love. Can you believe that?" Blaine defended, stroking his boyfriend's arm calmly. Kurt glared but gave in when Blaine began to waggle his eyebrows.
"Fine," he grumbled simply, taking the box gently and opening the lid. Kurt was in love with it instantly. The gold chain that lay in front of him was perfect, and the little 'K+B' engraved in the middle made it even more so. Kurt looked at Blaine in awe and hugged him tightly, muttering all sorts of 'thanks' and 'I love you's.' Blaine smiled and took the chain carefully out of the box and fastened it around his beloved's neck, kissing the back of his neck slowly as he did so. "It is still way too much, but I'm so in love with it I don't even care," Kurt spoke up finally, smiling sweetly at his Blaine, his eyes full of love for the boy.
"Nothing is ever too much for my love, and I'm glad you like it so much," Blaine answered, caressing the pale boy's cheek.
"This makes my gift look super inferior now," Kurt mumbled glumly as he looked down at the golden chain that now resided on his neck.
"I doubt it baby. And I don't really care, as long as this gift is something you think I'll like and it's from you and your heart, then I don't mind. Even if it was some trash off the street, I'd still love it if you gave me it," he chuckled, kissing Kurt's lips lightly. What went from lightly went into passionate and heated. Blaine had flipped Kurt onto his back and straddled his hips, just kissing him lovingly. Kurt wrapped his arms around the tanned boy's neck and pulled him closer, loving the feel of Blaine's mouth against his own. Blaine's tongue asked for permission to enter his boyfriend's mouth and soon everything was hot and fiery with desire.
They stayed making out under the tree for what felt like hours, when Blaine's phone alarm went off, signalling he had to take Kurt home. Kurt whined at the sudden loss of Blaine on him but gathered up the picnic stuff they had eaten earlier. This was one of the best date's they'd ever had, Kurt decided as he jumped into his boyfriend's Porsche.
All the drive to his house, Kurt would change between looking at his Christmas present, the moon outside or the beautiful man that sat before him, his face full of concentration and adorableness. Before they both knew it, they were outside Kurt's house, and Abby was sat waiting for them on the porch. At the sight of Blaine she ran down the steps and threw herself at the boy, who enveloped her in a tight hug.
"Nice to see you missed me," Kurt uttered sarcastically.
"I see you every day, I haven't seen Blaine in a while," the girl shot back, sticking her tongue out at her older brother. Kurt just chuckled and leant against the car, watching his little sister and boyfriend interact with each other. Blaine was a natural with kids, and the way he treated Kurt's sister was quite amazing, looking out for her as if she were his own sister that he never had.
"He'll be an amazing father," Kurt thought to himself, smiling at his vision for the future. He and Blaine had been together for a while now, and they never got angry or grew tired with each other. Kurt just hoped their relationship would outlast the stresses of high school for the next couple of years, and then they can start a future together. In New York, with Kurt as a successful singer or designer, and with Blaine as a professional rugby player or performer, with the discussion of marriage and children in the air.
While day dreaming, he didn't realise Blaine was just standing there, staring lovingly at his boyfriend, annoying sister nowhere to be found.
"What's going on in that pretty head of yours?" Blaine asked, wrapping his arms around his boyfriend's torso.
"If I told you, it wouldn't be a surprise would it?" Kurt teased, nudging his nose against Blaine's softly.
"I like surpri-" Blaine began, before Kurt engulfed his lips with his own. They were only kissing lightly, but it was still sweet and full of love. "What was that for?" he asked.
"For being so damn adorable," Kurt blushed in reply, ducking his forehead against his boyfriend's. As they stood on the pavement, little figments of snow began to fall, laying gently around their feet. Blaine looked at his boyfriend in contentment, wondering how he got so lucky. Just looking at Kurt with a slight blush in his cheeks, a smile on his lips, and snowflakes in his hair confirmed it, this beautiful boy would be his, forever. "It's our first Christmas together," Kurt whispered, a stunning smile on his face.
"The first of many," Blaine answered, a high hope in his voice, and his boyfriend kissed him once more. Their first Christmas together would be one to remember, they knew that for a fact.
Hope you liked it! Klisses xxxxxxxxx