Disclaimer: Glee belongs to Ryan Murphy and Fox, not me.
"Oh my god, Lucy, is it ready yet?" Jo whined, leaning over the back of the couch.
"In a minute," Lucy said serenely. She opened the oven door and peeked inside. "You can't rush a good lasagna, or it comes out all wrong."
"Ugh," Jo complained, tossing her Cosmopolitan magazine on the floor. "I would be satisfied with a half-decent lasagna if it means I could eat right now."
"Hey!" Lucy said, brandishing a spatula. "I do not make a half-decent lasagna. It's impeccable or nothing."
"Just cook the stupid thing!" Jo whined.
"Patience, giant grasshopper," the petite redhead said. "Be patient. Just a little longer."
Jo returned to sulking on the couch. The rest of the Trevelyan family was out of town for the weekend, and the two girls had taken it upon themselves to leave the St. Liliana's campus for some peace and quiet. But the peace and quiet ended abruptly when someone banged on the front door.
Both girls jumped. "Oh my god, Jo, you get it," Lucy whispered loudly, ducking behind the kitchen counter.
Jo slid to the floor. "Why me?" she whispered back.
Lucy peeked over the counter. "Because you're bigger than me, and you can take the rapist down better than I can," she hissed.
Jo frowned. "Rapist? Really?"
"Just answer the door, Joanna."
Jo sidled up to the door and peeked out the window, then paused and rolled her eyes. "Well, Lu, feast your eyes upon your rapist," she said, yanking the door open.
Wes and David stumbled into the foyer, both of them dripping wet. "Oh my god, babe, thank you for having mercy on our souls," Wes gasped.
Jo hopped back. "What on earth happened?" she asked.
"David, why are you all wet?" Lucy demanded, still brandishing her spatula.
"It's a long story, but trust me, I'm never letting a Warblers' rehearsal run late again," Wes said, wringing out his wet blazer.
"Yeah, we won't let you," David retorted.
"Well, come inside and dry off," Jo said, kissing Wes lightly.
David glanced over his shoulder. "Kurt and Blaine should be in here soon," he said. "They were just getting out of the- oh my god!"
"Oh my god what?" Lucy called from the kitchen.
Blaine walked slowly into the house, Kurt leaning heavily on his shoulder. Kurt's gray uniform pants were smeared with mud from his calf to his hip. "Someone decided to fall," Blaine said.
"I didn't decide, Blaine," Kurt said through gritted teeth.
"Oh my god. Lu!" Jo called.
"What is it now?" Lucy called back, sounding a little grumpy. She untied her apron and tossed it over the back of the couch. "If this makes me burn my- oh my god, Kurt."
"Everyone keeps saying that," Kurt sighed, still leaning on Blaine's shoulder.
Lucy squeezed David's shoulder. "Honey, can you go in the older boys' room and get some dry clothes for you guys before you flood my house?" she said.
"I'm on it," David said.
"You keep boys around here?" Kurt asked, rubbing his eyes.
"Just my brothers," Lucy said. "I have six of them. Three older, three younger."
"Oh," Kurt said.
Wes shut the front door before the rain could pour in. "Kurt, are you all right?" he asked.
"I think he just twisted his ankle," Blaine said, keeping his arm tight around Kurt.
"It's not that bad," Kurt said, closing his eyes.
Jo leaned over to Blaine. "He's lying, isn't he?" she whispered. Blaine nodded.
"Okay," David said as he walked back into the living room, several articles of clothing piled in his arms. "I got some of Gabriel's stuff for Kurt, and I think Riley's things will work for me and Wes."
Lucy sighed heavily. Jo patted the top of her head. "Don't worry, little one, I'll help with the laundry before your parents come back," she said.
"Oh, good," Lucy said. She reached over and started to tug Kurt's soaked, muddy blazer off his arms. "Once you guys are in dry clothes we can have dinner."
Wes brightened. "Dinner?" he said, his tie halfway undone.
"I thought I smelled lasagna," David grinned.
Kurt squirmed a little as Lucy unfastened the buttons of his shirt. "Lu's lasagna is famous," Blaine explained. "It's perfect, every time."
"Well, I wouldn't say that," Lucy said, smirking a little.
Jo gathered the boys' wet clothes up as they changed into the dry tees and sweatpants. "Don't tell her anything else, you guys, I have to live with her," she said. "If her ego gets any bigger, there won't be room for the two of us in our dorm."
"Oh, shut up, Jo," Lucy said. "If you keep holding me up, my lasagna will burn. And then there will really be no living with me after that."
Before long the four boys had changed, Jo had hung their wet things in the laundry room, and Wes and David were trying to cut pieces of the lasagna. Blaine and Lucy got Kurt settled on the living room couch with an ice pack on his ankle.
Lucy leaned over the arm of the couch and stroked Kurt's wet hair off his forehead. "Poor baby," she cooed. "Do you need anything? Some Tylenol or Advil or something?"
Kurt looked up at her, his lashes shielding his bright eyes. "I think I'm all right, but thank you," he said.
Blaine settled next to Kurt on the couch, lifting his swollen ankle onto his knee. "He'll take two Tylenol with a glass of water, but keep a third on standby just in case," he said.
"I can do that," Lucy said. She leaned back. "David?"
"I'm on it, I'm on it."
Jo walked into the living room with two plates of lasagna in her hands. "Eat up, boys," she said. She handed one to Kurt. "Especially you, Skinny McScrawny."
Kurt rolled his eyes. "Gee, thanks, Jo," he said.
"Take a bite, take a bite," Lucy entreated. "It's really good, I promise."
Blaine grinned as Kurt obeyed. "It's good, isn't it?" he said. "Lucy's been making lasagna since she was ten."
"Nine," she corrected.
"Oh, pardon me," Blaine grinned. "Since she was nine."
Jo ruffled Blaine's damp curls. "You're just sucking up to Lu in hopes she'll give you the leftovers," she said.
"Guilty."
"Hey!" Wes bellowed from the kitchen. "She promised them to me!"
"This…this is really good," Kurt said. "I've never managed to make a lasagna that I was happy with."
Lucy tilted his head back and kissed his forehead. "I'll tell you my secret at some point," she said.
"Hey!" David complained, scowling. "She won't even tell me her secrets!"
"That's because Kurt, unlike you, can actually cook," Lucy said.
"I can cook!"
"You can make macaroni and cheese from the blue box, baby."
"That totally counts!"
Author's Notes:
I will never refuse a prompt for Jo and Lucy! Never! They're so much fun to write.
I tweaked Lucy's family life just a wee bit from the original drabble. She has two brothers in college (Jack and Riley) and a brother in high school (Gabriel). Then she has three younger brothers- Andrew (age 12), Christopher (age 7), and Toby (age 3). And then poor, poor Louisa is the only girl, right in the middle.
But it's okay, because it means she gets her own room, and she's kind of spoiled since she's the only girl.
(Have I ever mentioned that Lucy's full name is Louisa? Louisa Emilia Trevelyan. And Jo's is Joanna Marie Neely.)
I just really, really love writing Tumblr drabbles...
This has been the most scattered of all scatterbrained author notes. Yay!