It was just like the old days. Staring up at the clock, wondering how time managed to pass by so slowly, dodging the wads of paper that flew past his head when the teacher wasn't looking at the students, attempting to conjugate French verbs but keep getting distracted by the ring on his left ring finger. Okay, maybe that last one wasn't just like the old days, but still. It was now an important part of his life. The tiny ring, which he had managed to hide from his friends, had distracted him from his schoolwork for the past four days that he had been back at school. His memories were nearly completely recovered after skimming through all of his textbooks, so school wasn't as hard as he thought it would be (though it wasn't as easy as it had been before.)
The bell cut through the air, its shrill ringing bringing back the dull throb of his concussion. Kurt huffed, wincing slightly at the obnoxious bell. He gathered his papers, sticking them neatly in his folder before dropping it in his bag. Kurt stood and walked to the doorway. He stepped out and came face to face with his new fiancé.
"Ready to face the New Directions?" Blaine asked, glancing down at the rings on their fingers.
"No. Which is why-" Kurt dug around in his bag, pulling out two pairs of gloves. "I brought these." He pulled on his own gloves, covering the glittering ring. Blaine rolled his eyes.
"They're going to find out someday."
"Yes, but not today."
"Why don't we just take off the rings?"
"Because covering them is just as easy." He said with a smile. Blaine, to make Kurt happy, pulled on his gloves.
"There. Now come on, it's time for Glee club." Kurt, of course, was jumped with hugs when he walked into the choir room. It was the first time he had been at school in an entire month! Will laughed, sending everyone back to their seats and saving Kurt from being smothered by the other students. Kurt and Blaine took their seats, watching Mr. Schue draw out his plan for Nationals, which was in one month.
"Now, I think we need to stray away from romance and love for our duet number this year and go with something a little… different." Rachel's hand shot straight up into the air. "Rachel?"
"I completely agree. I think that Kurt and I should do 'Anything You Can Do' from Annie Get Your Gun." Will thought for a moment.
"Not a bad idea. Any other suggestions?" Finn piped up.
"Original songs again." Will shook his head.
"Unfortunately, guys, it looks like nearly every team competing against us this year is going with the 'Original Songs' tactic. We're going to have to wow the judges with some amazing covers."
"How about Disney songs?" Brittany asked. Mercedes, who had been quiet for the whole rehearsal so far, spoke up.
"Mr. Schue? I have something I've been working on, if I could…?" The choir director nodded, sitting in a chair to the side. Mercedes walked up to the front of the classroom, facing the other students. "All right, guys. I'm tired of all the show-tunes stuff around here. It would have worked last year in New York, but Nationals is in L.A. this year. And in L.A., we're gonna have to go modern." Mercedes handed sheet music to the band members. She stood in her spot and nodded at Brad, who motioned for the band to begin.
"Who do you think you are? A super S-T-A-R?
Who do you think you are? You can kiss my Oh- My- Gawh.
Kiss my Oh-My-Gawh.
Kiss my Oh-My Gawh." Artie, knowing the song, rapped the beginning of the song for Mercedes.
"All eyes on you tonight." Mercedes sang.
"So let's toast to you, you got so much to prove, yeah.
You're so misunderstood- that's how you get your way
If not there's, hell to pay.
You're gonna huff and puff and blow the whole house down.
Don't they know you're the king of the castle.
The nerve of some people,
To think we're all equal." Something bit Kurt's hand. He shook it a couple of times to throw the bug off, pulling off the glove and scratching the knuckle where it felt like an ant had bitten.
"9-1-1 it's me to the rescue.
If-" Mercedes stopped singing, completely shocked. The band stopped when they realized she wasn't singing anymore. The New Directions looked around confusedly.
"Mercedes… Are you okay?" Sam asked.
"Kurt… Blaine… What the hell is that!" she demanded. Kurt looked down at his hand, realizing that he had taken the glove off his left hand. He jumped, sitting on his hand. Mercedes shook her head, stomping over to her best friend's side.
"Nuh-uh. What has been seen cannot be unseen. Show me the hand, white boy." Kurt shook his head.
"What's going on?" Quinn asked. Rachel walked behind Kurt and Blaine's seats, trying to figure out why Mercedes was flipping out.
"Kurt, come on, what's going on?" she asked. The porcelain teen bit his lip, pulling his hand out slowly for all to see. Mercedes gasped.
"You're engaged?" She just about screamed. The entire group rushed over, trying to get a glimpse of Kurt's hand.
"Why didn't you tell us, man?" Puck asked.
"This exact reason." Kurt was getting a little stressed out at the crowd gathering around him. He shrunk in on himself, wincing ever so slightly at the dull ache in his head. Blaine grabbed his boyfriend's arm.
"Guys, give us some space!" he shouted. Kurt looked like he was about to pass out. The glee club clambered back to their seats, but didn't stop asking questions. Blaine ignored them and turned to Kurt.
"You okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine. Just needed some room to breath." Blaine nodded.
"Come on, let's go up to the front and explain." The two stood from their seats and walked to the front of the classroom. Kurt decided to just get everything over with and explain the situation, keeping it short and sweet so that everyone could go back to planning for Nationals.
"Well, basically what happened was we went to a restaurant and Blaine proposed. That's it. No biggie. We're both wearing engagement rings. Now let's get back to Nationals… shall we?" Rachel clapped her hands together and squealed.
"We should throw you guys an engagement party!" Kurt covered his ears, shaking his head and walking back to his seat.
"No, no party."
"Well then, we'll have to make sure you don't know about it. Surprise engagement party it is!" Kurt groaned, slinking back into his chair. Blaine laughed.
"Come on, Kurt, it would be fun."
"No, no party." He said again. "I will not have a repeat of Rachel's house…"
"Hey, it doesn't have to be a crazy party like that. I'll make sure it's something simple, okay?" Kurt groaned again.
"Fine, whatever, plan the engagement party." Blaine smiled, wrapping his arms around Kurt's waist and listening as Mr. Schue brought the club back to the topic at hand.
A/N: Four chapters and two one shots written in 24 hours. 7763 words. Wow. That's a lot. Eeek! I'm so tired, and I'm considering sleep, but then change my mind and decide against it. Too late to fall asleep, I won't be able to wake up in time for something I have to do tomorrow. Oh well!
The song I used was "Crash Your Party" by Karmin. I really don't listen to hip-hop or modern musicy stuff, and that's the only one I know (my sister is obsessed w/ it and plays it day in and day out)
Sneak Peek for Next Week: Kurt and Blaine's engagement party and the return of Sebastian, in a shocking way. Prepare to be amazed.
Until next time, my lovelies,
-Ayla