Anything But Perfect
Chapter 6 ¾
This is a chapter (a side-chapter almost) that spawns from suggestions of characters, places and objects from my dear friend, cosmic.l0ve – who also writes a Klaine fanfic (take a look) I apologise for possible randomness, but at least it should be fun to read!
By the way, there is a mention of ginger people in here – no offence intended, it's just for fun (I'm ginger and always make fun of myself :P) Oh, and I know the seating around the table is a bit crazy, but stick with me :L
I don't own Glee. Sadly.
Kurt wrapped his hands around his coffee cup, letting the warmth seep into his frozen fingertips. Mercedes sat across from him, studying his expression carefully. Sam brought over two more cups and passed one to Mercedes.
"Scoot, Trouty Mouth" Santana pushed Sam further along the bench and joined the group. "Over here Britt!" she called to the blonde wandering around the cafe. She joined the table and squished in next to Santana.
"Hey did you know they have a barista here who writes messages on the coffee cups?" asked Kurt, swirling his cup round to read his message.
Nice scarf
Kurt sighed; the girl obviously didn't know fashion as the scarf was from an old friend from a Christmas a couple of years back. It was an old Alexander McQueen from one of his less successful lines. He was going to buy another but Burt and Carole had shut off his bank account for two months as he had gone over his allowance. Twice.
Mercedes turned hers around. A small doodle of a stickman surrounded by coffee cups. She pulled a face and swigged from her mug, burning her tongue slightly.
Brittany cradled her mug. Santana held what she called an 'infusion', which Kurt suspected was actually just a normal espresso with a splash of something highly alcoholic added in. Sam read his message and hastily hid it behind his hand. Mercedes narrowed her eyes. Sam received a text and Mercedes took the distraction as a chance to sneak a look at his message. It was a phone number.
She stood up and marched over to the counter. Sam chased after her. This wasn't going to be pretty.
Meanwhile, Kurt pulled his phone out of his pocket and dialled. Within minutes, Rachel, Finn, Blaine and Puck joined them. Blaine immediately went to the counter and came back with two coffees. Sometimes Kurt loved having a boyfriend who knew his coffee order. Blaine sat down next to Kurt, Finn next to Blaine and Rachel cuddled up to her boyfriend. Puck sat across from Brittany on the circular table, wearing the same blank expression as Brittany wore. Sam finally dragged Mercedes away from the barista and sat back down. Mercedes kept shooting glares over her shoulder.
"Right guys, we need to choose songs for invitationals. Any ideas?"
"California girls." "Follow the yellow brick road!" "Honesty, Beyonce's version" "Maybe, from Annie" "Officer Krupke from West Side Story!"
"Woah! Jeez, one at a time!" Puck interrupted, snapping out of his daydream. "Annie? Isn't that about a soppy ginger kid? We've just done West Side Story. How many songs from Wicked can you and Kurt sing?" he directed the last quip at Rachel.
"Actually, it's from the Wizard of Oz."
"Whatever. Just no. And haven't we had enough of the Katy Perry yet Blaine?" All the people around the table looked either annoyed or thoughtful.
Santana looked down at her phone. She quickly tapped out a text.
Dance studio tomorrow? I need another lesson ;) S x
