Author's Comments: Well would you look at that? I actually updated! I was just trolling through some glee spoilers and I gotta say, I'm not impressed. It seems like Tina is going to get side-lined yet again this season for a Rachel Berry carbon copy in the form of Marley Rose. Now who saw this coming? I know I did. But that's enough of that. Time for more positive things. As of right now, this story will likely end with twenty five chapters plus one epilogue, but that's still open for change. This one is a little more Joe-centric with some Tina and David Martinez mixed in. Enjoy, my friends.
Featured Pairings: unrequited!Quoe (Quinn/Joe), kissing!Anderhart (Blaine/Joe)
Warnings: Mild language, suggestive content
Chapter Eleven
Your True Colors Are Beautiful Like A Rainbow
("True Colors" by Cyndi Lauper)
"I just don't see why we can't be named Pot O' Sugar or Sugar & Spice," Sugar Motta huffed as she and Joe Hart got their lunch (a low-calorie meal for Sugar and a chicken salad sandwich for Joe) and made their way to an open table. "I mean, it's at least better than the Flying Piglets or whatever Mini-Rachel Berry came up with."
They both sat down on a small table by the doors that led to the courtyard as Sugar continued with her complaints. "And those songs! Not one of them has my name in it!"
"I like the songs," Joe smiled as he bit into his sandwich, "I think we're going to do great."
"Who's going to do great?" came the beautiful voice of Quinn Fabray as she walked up to the two underclassmen.
"Uh, we are," Sugar said quickly, "At Regionals! We're going to kick butt."
"Hey, Quinn," Joe greeted, smiling warmly with a puppy dog look on his face, "You look really blessed today."
"Thank you, Joe," the former cheerleader said, although she seemed a little bored. "I feel like I haven't seen you guys in a long time." She turned to Sugar. "You know, sometimes it seems like you disappear whenever we have a glee assignment on a particular singer, Sugar."
"Sorry, I don't do tributes," Sugar remarked off-handedly as she ate her carb-free yogurt. "It's so boring when you sing songs from the same people over and over. Besides, I just had to get my nails done that day."
Quinn rolled her eyes at the rich girl's response before turning away and mentioning something about going to glee club for the rest of their lunch period in case they were wondering.
"Bye, Quinn," Joe waved at her kindly.
"Oh, bye Joe," Quinn responded quickly in a distracted tone.
Sugar shook her head at the scene, and smirked at the dreadlocked teen. "You know, your crush on Quinn is so obvi. It's like your Ali Larter-in-Obsessed with her."
Joe blushed before commenting, "Quinn's a nice girl and she shares a mutual love of the Lord."
"Oh, Joe, you're so adorable. You're like a Martian from Jupiter or something."
"Um, Martians are from Mars..."
"Whatevs," Sugar said simply, "I should probably tell you, as your friend, that Quinn is absolutely not interested." Joe seemed to frown at this, before Sugar continued. "It's not your fault. She's just had many bad relationships in the past. And she is so far from the saintly Mother Theresa persona she is fronting."
"What?"
"I mean at the end of the day, no matter how many times she wants to preach about how God saved her and Jesus loves her and all that noise, she's still selfish and conceited." Sugar said simply, "At least I'm not ashamed to admit that I'm a brat. I don't hide behind religion only to look like a total hypo-cricket."
"She seems nice though..."
"See, that's why you think you're in love with her," the Motta's Piano heiress started, "You don't even know her. It's the same reason why I used to love Chad Michael Murray before I found out he was a total douche. But he's still nice to look at anyway."
Joe didn't say anything. Instead, he just continued to nibble on his lunch. Sugar took his silence as a sign to continue, "You should try dating boys, they're much more fun to be with and I know this from experience."
The teen Jesus almost chocked on his sandwich when she mentioned such a thing, before looking up at her with a completely stunned look on his face. "Excuse me?!"
"What? I mean, how do you know you're not gay if you've never been with a girl or boy?"
"B-but it's a sin."
"You might not want to say that to Kurt and Blaine's faces. Or Santana's," the spoiled girl warneds, "Have you ever kissed a boy?"
"No!"
"Ever kissed a girl?"
"Uh, um—"
"So how can you say you like girls if you've never been with one?" Sugar asked with a smirk.
Joe didn't know what to say. He was starting to sweat a bit on his brow. He never once gave it thought that he liked boys. It was just unheard of. Not that there was anything wrong with being gay, it was just how he was raised. His father and his mother always told him that when he'd grow up, he would find a nice girl to marry who loves the Lord and always puts God before her. Naturally, when Joe met Quinn, he felt like he had finally found her, but Sugar was right to some degree. It didn't seem like Quinn was interested in him, which disappointed him a bit.
"I'm sure the only female you've ever came into contact with was your mom," Sugar giggled. "So maybe you could like boys and never know it."
"But I was always raised to believe that men should marry women to reproduce children," Joe stated.
Sugar rolled her eyes at these words. "You can still have kids if you're gay, it's called adoption! Or the least you can do is surrogacy like my old glee club director Miss Corcoran. She was Rachel's mom, which is a shame because Miss C. was so nice. And Rachel never shuts up about her two gay dads mixing their sperm together to have her as a baby. That was a totes tragic day for mankind. Not Asperger's."
The religious teen laughed at these words, before continuing his meal and listening to Sugar talk more about why he could and should be gay. He didn't really want to listen to her though, because he felt in his mind, it's right that he is perfectly straight. That's what it should be, right?
"Your parents say that's what it should be," Sugar said as if reading Joe's mind, which freaked him out, "But is it what you want?"
"Yes," Joe demanded, "I like girls."
"You know, all guys say they like girls, but they should just try out boys at least once, just to make sure." Sugar declared matter-of-factly.
"Have you ever tried out girls?" the dread-head teen asked, attempting to turn the tables. However, Sugar never once faltered.
"Of course," she replied, unfazed, "With one of the Troubletones, but it wasn't for me. And her vaginey tasted totes weird."
Joe's eyes widened when she revealed such personal details. The girl smirked again. "You know, Blaine is totally into you."
"Ex-excuse me?"
"Come on, the boy practically eye-humps you whenever you're playing the guitar," the girl said as she motioned to Mary that stood by Joe's side. "That's why Kurt is so jealous of you."
Joe blushed when he heard this, before muttering, "I didn't know that."
An idea popped into Sugar's head as she started clapping and jumping up and down in her seat. "O-M-G! You two should totally hook-up!"
"No!" Joe exclaimed, flustered.
"Yes! Kurt doesn't deserve him anyway with the way he treats him. And we can all totally see that Blaine's not happy. You should totally serenade him and then you both can kiss each other passionately and then you two can fall in love and then have lots of adopted babies that don't speak English and then give them bad hair advice. Totally!"
Joe's blush was more prominent than ever. He thought Sugar was completely crazy. As much as he liked Blaine (as a friend!), he's not supposed to have any sexual or romantic feelings towards men. It's just not right. Blaine's a nice guy and all, and yeah, Joe had to admit he was attractive and—Wait, no! Don't think that way! Boys don't think other boys are attractive!
But Blaine is really handso—No! Sugar's getting into his head. Now all of a sudden he's starting to think he is gay. Gay?! There is no way in H-E-double hockey sticks that he will think of any guy in such a way. His parents would not approve. But was that the only reason why he wouldn't think that? Why wouldn't it be because Joe likes girls? Or being gay is just not for him? Why did Joe immediately think that he can't be gay because of his parents? Sugar really got into his head. That girl was like some ditzy, evil genius. You'd think she was the love spawn of Santana and Brittany.
Joe felt Sugar's small hand on top of his, and he looked up to see her smiling at him (or maybe she was smirking evilly at him). "Joe, there is nothing wrong with being gay," she stated, "Because love is love."
"Love is love..." Joe repeated to himself, pondering the meaning.
The two friends sat through the rest of lunch talking about glee club, both New Directions and Tina's club, without mentioning another word about the gay subject. Though in Joe's mind, Sugar got him thinking about the possibilities of being with a guy. It was just strange to him. But Blaine did look pretty bummed out this morning after having yet another fight with Kurt in the parking lot. Maybe Joe will take Mary with him and try to cheer the bowtie-wearing teen up later.
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Tina was walking aimlessly down the hall from her math class when she heard it. The hallway was mostly empty, but her math teacher had decided to end class early because of an emergency at home (something about her cat choking on a fishbone. Oh, and her fish had died, too). So when Tina was walking towards the courtyard, she heard the most enticing voice since Antonio Banderas played Puss In Boots. Okay, that was a weird analogy. But still, the voice was rich and sensual and oozed sexuality. She followed the voice until she reached one of the Spanish classrooms. It was Mr. Schuester's old class room from two years ago, before he moved to another room, and Tina recognized the man with the pearly whites and perfect hair. Señor Martinez.
David
Mis canciones son de la revolución
Mi corazón me duele por mi generación
Si me quieres, podemos casar en la costa oeste
En un miércoles, en un verano de agosto
He was currently looking through some papers and subsequently tossing a few into the waste basket as he continued to sing with his perfect voice. Tina couldn't help but listen in on him. And she definitely recongized the beat; it was Lady Gaga's Americano, except he was singing some of the English parts of that song in Spanish, and he was singing it well.
David
I don't speak your
I don't speak your language, oh no
I don't speak your
I don't speak your Jesus Cristo
Feeling bold, Tina decided to interrupt him by singing the chorus, which surprised the handsome Latino from his spot behind his desk.
Tina
Aah-aah, America, Americano
Aah-aah, America, Americano
"Ay, mija," Sr. Martinez smiled, recognizing the girl. "Very good to see you. How are you and your club?"
"We are doing just fine, Mr. Martinez," Tina replied, returning the smile. "I see you finally got your own classroom in the daytime."
Laughing, David motioned for the girl to come in and have a seat. "Please, sit. Catch me up on your progress for your secret club."
"We just started rehearsals and I think it's actually going pretty good," Tina answered, "You have an amazing voice."
"Gracias," the Spanish teacher thanked, "I try my best. I have this theory that people tend to learn a newer language a lot quicker through song."
Tina laughed before nodding her head. "Yeah, I actually learned a little German from listening to Tokio Hotel so much back when I was a goth." This earned a hearty laughter from Sr. Martinez and Tina laughed along with him. "You know, my glee club could really use some musical guidance. I mean, the lady we have now, Coach Washington, is great and all—"
"Is she that lady with the loud voice and the giant bronze medal she keeps shoving in people's faces?"
Tina nodded her head. "Yup, that's our glee director. But seriously, we could really use your help musically. I mean, I think we're okay so far, but I want to tweak things just a little bit so that we're close to perfect."
"Are you inviting me to your glee club?"
"Yes, I am officially inviting you to join us," the Asian smiled.
David chuckled amusingly. "I might take you up on that offer, mija," he said, which made Tina's grin even bigger. "I have to say, I think it's rather brave of you to stand up for yourself. To be free so you can have your own style. And uniting so many people who feel the same way? I'd say you're almost a hero to them."
Tina widened her eyes a bit, a little surprised. Now that she thought about it, she definitely was a hero to them. She originally started this club so she can be the new Rachel Berry, but she just now had begun to notice that she was really helping these kids to come out of their own shell, much like how Tina was back when she first joined New Directions. Thinking more about the man's words, Tina suddenly had an idea. She bid him a farewell and left as soon as the bell had rang for students to get to their next class.
Free...style...unity.
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Blaine Anderson was currently practicing a song he suggested earlier for glee, in hopes that Mr. Schue will take up his offer. He really liked the idea of making Cough Syrup by Young the Giant an awesome New Directions number, and he asked Kurt if he wanted to help out, but Kurt had rejected him and told him that Schuester was going to use the Fly/I Believe I Can Fly mash-up suggested by Mercedes and Sam instead. So Blaine was sitting alone in the choir room, singing a few notes from his sheet music, still feeling solemn after Kurt's cold treatment.
Blaine wanted to admit to himself that the way Kurt was treating him was just not right, and that he should leave him. However, he was too stubborn to want to stray away from him. He loved him with all his heart... But things were starting to weigh heavy on him and he feels like things are getting worse each day. Now Kurt's actually been hitting more often. Not like punches to the face or anything, but elbows to the ribs and smacks to the back of his head, and it seemed that any little thing Blaine did would set Kurt off.
He just didn't understand why Kurt was acting like this. He used to be so innocent and loving, and now...
"Oh, sorry," came a perplexed voice.
Blaine turned to see Joe walking into the room. "I didn't know you were busy. Do you want me to leave?"
Blaine did say anything. Instead, he just shook his head. Joe walked in with his guitar, Mary, over his shoulder. He sat in one of the chairs and tossed his sandals off before strumming a few times. Blaine couldn't help but watch the scene before him. He loved hearing Joe play the guitar. It sounded so angelic, fitting for such a religious kid. He had gotten the same feeling once when he heard Kurt sing Blackbird by The Beatles back when they were at Dalton and the Warblers had given him a mascot in the form of a canary named Pavarotti which had unfortunately passed away. Blaine always though the little bird had sacrificed itself so Klaine could be born. But nowadays, he was starting to resent that.
He looked down at Teen Jesus' bare feet. Oh, wow, did he have pretty feet. Blaine inwardly laughed when he suddenly realized he may have developed a foot fetish from Joe's adorable feet. That's... really gross.
Joe had ceased strumming his guitar before looking back up at Blaine. "Are you okay?"
"Yes," Blaine answered, a little too quickly.
"You know," Joe started hesitantly, "It's okay to admit you're not happy."
"What do you mean?"
"With you and Kurt. Everybody sees what's going on, Blaine."
"You don't know what's going on," the former Warbler said defiantly, turning away as he took a seat in one of the chairs.
"Hey, Blaine," Joe asked shyly. Blaine shot him a glare, but Joe didn't let that faze him. "I wanna sing you something to make you feel better. This song always helped me out in the tough times."
Joe took Mary into his hands and started playing. He knew exactly which song to sing that would cheer Blaine up and pull him out of his funk. He used to always sing this song whenever he was said or when his family was helping out with the canned food drive at his church. It just seemed to fit this situation.
Joe
Ooh child, things are gonna get easier
Ooh child, things'll get brighter
Ooh child, things are gonna get easier
Ooh child, things'll be brighter
Joe was looking Blaine straight in the eye as he strummed Mary's strings with ease. In the back of his mind, he knew that Blaine was mesmerized by the way Joe flawlessly played his guitar, and a look of longing was evident in the bowtie-wearing teen's eyes. He didn't know why, but Joe's heart was fluttering every time Blaine's mouth parted as the boy listened to the beautiful way Joe sang the song, looking completely captivated.
Joe
Someday, yes
We'll put it together and we'll get it all done
Someday
When your head is much lighter
Someday, yes
We'll walk in the rays of a beautiful sun
Someday
When the world is much brighter
Blaine didn't know why he did it, but he couldn't control himself. Without warning, he leaned forward and kissed Joe on the lips with so much force that Joe was almost knocked backwards. Taken completely by surprised, Joe was completely stunned still, not knowing what to do. This was his first kiss. Ever. Even back when he was younger and a little girl who went his church and had kissed him on the cheek, saying they were going to get married when they got older, didn't even equate to this. This was his first real kiss on the lips and it was with a boy!
He was half-expecting God to strike him down with lightning for committing such a sin, but then he realized that if Blaine and Kurt are still walking around, unscathed, then Joe would probably be just fine. Besides, Blaine's lips felt absolutely amazing on his. Almost like a perfect fit. They were soft and full, but not overly full like Sam's probably were (Oh, God! Was he thinking about Sam now?!). Oh, wow! Blaine definitely knew what he was doing in the kissing department. Unfortunately, Joe didn't have much experience, so he just sat there without really knowing how to kiss back. When he noticed Joe's still body, Blaine pulled back and had a worried look on his face.
"I-I am so sorry!" he quickly said, "Please don't be mad."
"That... That was my first kiss," Joe said softly, more to himself than Blaine.
Blaine looked completely guilty. "I am so, so sorry!"
Joe leaned and kissed Blaine softly, effectively shutting the out-and-proud teen up. When he pulled back, Blaine gave him a confused look. "Um, I... liked it?" Joe then looked down at his bare feet in humiliation. "I'm really not good at this."
"You're not mad?"
Joe shook his head. "I liked it... a lot." A sigh of relief left Blaine's lips, before an uncontrollable, bashful grin crept upon his face. Joe smiled sadly at him. "But my parents would kill me if they ever found out..."
Blaine nodded his head in understanding, already accepting rejection before Joe even gave it to him. "But love is love," Joe stated like it was fact, and Blaine's heart melted, "And it doesn't matter if it's with a boy or girl. If two people like each other, then they're allowed to be together." Looking back at the boy in front of him, Joe then suddenly asked, "Can you teach me how to... you know... kiss?"
He blushed with embarrassment when Blaine chuckled good-naturedly.
"Open your mouth," Blaine requested, before giggling when Joe opened his mouth wider than necessary. "Not too much." Joe parted his lips slightly. "Just like that," Blaine assured before leaning in again to kiss the religious teen. "Watch what I do to your bottom lip," he said before suckling on Joe's lip. He pulled back slightly. "Now do that to me while I do it to you." At this, the two boys kissed once more with Joe eagerly sucking on Blaine's bottom lip as Blaine did the same, both of their heads tilting slightly.
Before Joe knew it, Blaine had stuck his tongue in his mouth, and then he started to panic. Blaine pulled back again when he felt Joe tense up and beamed. "It's alright," he assured with a breathy voice, "Just do the same thing I'm doing."
They leaned into each other once again. The kiss slowly became more passionate, and Joe found himself enjoying this experience. Sugar was right after all.
"It feels right," Joe said out loud when the two pulled back to get some air.
Blaine stroked Joe's cheek playfully as he stared back into the deep, brown eyes of the dreadlocked teen. "It does," he agreed, though he didn't know what Joe really meant.
"You sorry, little bastard," came a voice laced with venom.
Blaine's blood ran cold when he heard Kurt's voice and turned to see the porcelain-skinned boy glaring daggers at them with Rachel and Mercedes right behind him sporting shocked looks on their faces. Joe's heart raced faster than a sinner at church. He knew he was dead. Of all the people to catch them, it had to be Kurt. And even worse, Rachel knows now and she will tell everybody.
In less than five hours, Joe Hart was in and out of the closet.
Author's Comments: Ooh! Blaine and Joe? So hot. And their ship names are funny to say. "Bloe" sounds pretty wanky and Anderhart has a nice ring to it, doesn't it?. I didn't really know which would be better so I just went for it. And oh no! Kurt knows! What'll happen next? You'll have to wait and find out. Next update will either be Sectionals or the chapter before Sectionals. I'm not sure. I haven't written it all yet. We'll see where the keyboard takes me. Anyway, leave a review and tell me what you'd like to see happen next.
Featured Songs:
"Americano" by Lady Gaga. Sung by David and Tina.
"Ooh Child" by The Five Stairsteps. Sung by Joe.
