Ilvecoffee-n-narutoYOUTH: Well, I'm in a funk. My computer has decided to just suddenly stop cooperating with me, and now every time I turn it on there's a black screen that says something (I forgot). So now I'm forced to use another one :( all my music is gone! Which means all my Glee songs are gone. Anyway, thanks for all the alerts and stuff I got, though, I really do wish I had a bit more reviews. Same warning as last time, language and stuff. Are you guys excited? It's the Duets episode! I was looking for a Broadway song for Kurt to sing but I found something else I liked! Um BTW, anyone saw the video for E.T. by Katy Perry? I absolutely loved it! Anyway, on with the story. BTW, I don't own Glee.
Episode 2: Duets
AN: I didn't exactly follow the episode word for word or scene for scene. I didn't want to put characters exact words in there. It's fan fiction! Also, I was too lazy to rewatch the episode. And also, I didn't realize until I had finished typing this chapter, but I've totally f-ed up the whole episode lineup so here's how mine is going: Duets-Britney/Brittany-Grilled Cheesus. Things should be going back to normal after this. I seriously apologize.
So here's what you missed on Glee: Reeves gets his first slushie to the face and Kurt and him become friends while in the bathroom. Romance is budding, or are they just friends? Reeves goes home, turns out he has a pianist sister, a psychopath mother, and, wait, he's from a private school? Which school?
"Nothing Mom! I actually made a few friends today. I joined glee club too." It wasn't a lie, it was just creative truth telling, leave a few details out.
"That's good. I was worried for a second. I thought I might have to go up to the school and bust a cap in someone." It was times like this that reminded me of how awesome my mom was.
"Um, what are you cooking, Mom?" I was starting to worry about the number of pots on the stove.
She glared at me. "Spaghetti. Why?" Since when did it take six pots to make spaghetti?
"No reason..."
"Wait, where's your sweater at?"
Crap! Busted.
-Bomp-
No this can't be! This simply can't be. I'm the new bitch on the block. I'm the cocky, yet adorable one with a slightly mysterious past. Now this new kid's gonna waltz in here and try to take it from me? Oh HELL no! 'Oh I'm Sam, Sam I am, and no, I don't like green eggs and ham'. Shut the fuck up! No one cares who you are or what you like. Oh, and that blond, I can tell it's dyed. Don't try to deny it. My hair is green, I know what dyed looks like. Ha! You're gonna have split ends for months dude.
I was snapped out of my calm reverie by someone throwing a hairbrush at me.
"Ow! What the hell Brittany?" Who throws hairbrushes? Really?
She stared at me with her wide-eyed innocence (ha, as if, the girls gone down more times than the beds at a Holiday Inn. Wait, does that make sense? Oh well, already thought it, too late to take it back.) "I was trying to tell you about my cat's new boyfriend, but you weren't listening."
I sighed. "Sorry Britt, I was just thinking."
"I tried to think once, but I couldn't find the plug to plug in my brain." What?
"Brittany, can I ask you something?" I saw Kurt looking at Sam from the corner of my eye. I still kept thinking about yesterday in the bathroom. He hadn't talked to me since.
"You just did."
"No, Brittany, something else."
"I'm—I'm confused now."
I groaned and ran a hand through my hair (I just thought that If Kurt did that accidentally he'd probably have an aneurysm or something). "Do you think that Sam is hotter than me?"
Wow, I sounded so conceited and self absorbed, but I couldn't help it! I need to know. I can't have Ku—I, mean, I can't have anyone falling for him and threatening my status as Hottest Male of the club.
"Do you mean would I have sex with him?"
"No Brittany, that's not what I'm asking. Do you think he's hotter than me?"
She frowned, apparently deep in concentration. "I haven't had sex with either of you, so I wouldn't know."
"You don't have to have sex with us to determine whether or not we're hot!" I yelled, apparently too loud because everyone (including Kurt) was staring at me.
Santana glared at me. I do believe that's the first time she's ever looked, or even spoken to me (except fleeting propositions to feel her up in the hallways). "Hey don't yell at my girl. Am I gonna have to cut a bitch?"
Mr. Shue took that as an opportunity to step in. "Now now calm down. We won't have any cutting of any 'bitches' in here today. Let's concentrate on our assignment: Duets."
I sort of expected some sort of murmuring of excitedness, but no one really said anything. Kurt was talking to Mercedes about something while playing with his hair. He did that a lot, like about twice a minute, not that I was watching him obsessively and storing every little movement he made into my head or anything. Brittany was staring at a wall, and Santana was filing her nails. Finn was sitting next to Rachel while she blabbed his ear off. Sam was….staring at Kurt (and again, oh hell no!), and Quinn was staring at him. I was dividing my attention between Mr. Shue and Kurt.
"Ok," Mr. Shue clapped his hand together. "We'll turn this into a contest. Winner gets these." He pulled out two tickets of some sort out of his pocket. There was a collective gasp.
"Oh sweet Lady GaGa." Kurt murmured under his breath.
"But before that, " Mr. Shue said, trying to quiet the room. "I'm afraid to say that Puck's been sent to juvie."
Santana smirked. "He stole an ATM, what did you expect?"
"Bad ass." Brittany murmured beside me. Why wasn't anyone shocked about this? I mean like, seriously! If one of my friends went to juvie, I'd probably be a little bit upset. I guess this was a common occurrence for him. I wonder if I could pay him to be my bodyguard when he gets out. Now that would be bad ass!
"Anyway," Mr. Shue continued. "It's incredibly fortunate we have Sam to replace him. So as you guys know, the winning team gets the two tickets to Breadstix."
And again everyone started getting excited. Now I haven't been to Breadstix yet, but for it to get this much reaction from an otherwise apathetic group, it had to have some damn good breadsticks. Now who to sing with? My first thought was Brittany because she's like my sister from another mister, but I wasn't quite sure how our voices would go together. Kurt was definitely out of the question. Hmm…..
-Bomp-
"Well, hello there Sam." I said grinning at his shocked face. "Surprise meeting you here?"
"Uh, this is my locker dude." He pointed at the locker I was leaning against. Perceptive, very perceptive.
"Oh is it? I had no idea. Anyway, you, me, duet, winning. What do you say?" Of course he'll go for it, because I've got the tiger blood. We'll be bi-winning! I told my mom I was bi-winning, let's just say, awkward conversation afterwards…
"Sorry, but, uh" He started backing away slowly from me, but I just came closer. "I already have a partner." "No, no, see, that's impossible. In fact, improbable! I'm the best in this school, and you won't be bi-winning with anyone else!" I could tell Sam was feeling pretty awkward, but how he feels isn't more important that how I feel damn it!
"I don't know what your problem is, and I don't care really. I don't care if you're bi-winning, bipolar, bisexual, bi-whatever. Just stay the hell away from me." He turned to leave from me, but I grabbed his arm.
"Ok, fine, I'll leave you alone, but really, who are you doing a duet with?"
"Kurt." He snatched his arm back and walked away. It was actually quite dramatic, worthy of a teen soap opera, and if I had just stood there looking after his retreating form for a few seconds it would have been gold, but since I'm such a nonconformist, I decided to go have a little conversation with my favorite blue/green eyed boy.
He was standing with his locker opened, quickly going over his hair with his can of hairspray. I tapped him lightly on his shoulder and he jumped like he had been struck by lightning², turned around and sprayed me in the face.
"Oh my GaGa, I'm so sorry!" Kurt said, once he realized it was me that tapped him.
"It's ok, you didn't mean too." I said while wiping at my face. Luckily none went in my eyes, or then we really would've had a problem.
When I had finally succeeded in clearing my face (with Kurt's help) I asked, "Why have you been avoiding me?"
He turned back to face his locker. "I haven't been avoiding you. It's not like you've gone out of your way to talk to me." I actually have, multiple times in fact, but every time he conveniently had to see a teacher, or talk to Mercedes, but bringing that up wouldn't help.
"So you're doing a duet with Sam?"
He sighed. "I'm setting him free. It'd be better for him to find a more appropriate partner."
"What are you talking about Kurt?"
Kurt had turned to look at me again, and his cheeks were pink with anger. "You know what I'm talking about! If he sings with me you know those meatheads, especially Karofsky and Azimio are going to get to him. We can't have him quitting after a day.
"It's okay though," He said, noticing my expression. "When you're different, when you're special. Sometimes you have to get used to being alone³."
"No you won't Kurt, we can sing together, can't we?" Oh god, I can't believe I just asked him. Now things were gonna get even more awkward than they were before.
"Do you really want to sing with me, Reeves?" He asked shyly.
"Well, yeah, I kinda just asked you…." He blushed, embarrassed.
"I—um—ok." He said softly. I yelled loud enough for everyone to turn to look at me.
"YES!—Ay, what the fuck you looking at ese?" Some 'Cheerio' (probably a freshmen, god how I hate them) thought she could stand there staring at me, before she ran away. "Okay, so I've got the perfect song for us!"
I grabbed his hand, which was surprisingly soft, and led him into the practice room.
-Bomp-
I'm not usually nervous, actually most of the time I was quite composed, but now was an exception. I was nervously wringing the neck of my ukulele. Kurt and I had practiced and practiced until we got it down, but sometimes you can't help these things. The only thing that kept me from hyperventilating is that I felt kind of bad for Brittany. She told me about how Santana refused to sing with her, and then the whole situation with Artie (I'd have to do something about that later). Well, she told me in choppy, confusing sentences.
Santana and (surprisingly) Mercedes ended up singing River Deep—Mountain High, and they did good. It was a good performance and everything, but I didn't really enjoy it (I'm not being a bitch, I'm just—being a bitch).Then Mike and Tina sang Sing!, and I'm gonna be a good sport about it and remain civil. I liked their performance—A LOT! Musicals aren't usually my thing, but congratulations my Asian persuasions, you've made a believer out of me. I'm still not quite sure what I saw with Rachel and Finn. They sang With You I'm Born Again. I thought they did a decent job (though they are no where, and never will be as talented as I am), but everyone was getting angry. Mike and I were the only ones who clapped. The blonde bimbos (no offense to Quinn, I haven't really been given a reason to dislike her, but Sam, Sam's on my list. I might just hire myself a 'mechanic' to take care of the problem) sang Lucky. It was cute, but nothing impressive. Now it was our turn. I looked at Kurt once, and he smiled at me. I breathed to calm myself down, and we went up to the front of the room.
As usual the opening notes of my ukulele calmed me, and having Kurt right beside me helped even more. I played the last notes of the introduction, then I began to sing.
AN: I choose this song for them because I thought that the lyrics went well with them!
Reeves:
I wanted you to know
I love the way you laughI wanna hold you high
And steal your pain…
AwayI keep your photograph
I know it serves me wellI wanna hold you high
And steal your pain…
I glanced at Kurt and he looked nervous. I gently nudged him with my elbow and smiled, and he returned it.
Kurt & Reeves:
'Cause I'm broken when I'm lonesomeAnd I don't feel right when you're gone away
Reeves:
You've gone away…You don't feel me….here… anymore….
Kurt:
The worst is over now and we can breathe againI wanna hold you high, you steal my pain…
Kurt & Reeves:
…Away
Kurt:
There's so much left to learn
Kurt & Reeves:
And no one
Kurt:
Left to fight
I wanna hold you high and steal your pain
'Cause I'm broken when I'm openAnd I don't feel like I am strong enough'Cause I'm broken when I'm lonesomeAnd I don't feel right when you're gone away
Kurt and I just sort of stared at each other during my uke solo. I knew this song like I knew the back of my hand, so I didn't have to concentrate hard on what I was playing.
Kurt & Reeves:
'Cause I'm broken when I'm openAnd I don't feel like I am strong enough'Cause I'm broken when I'm lonesomeAnd I don't feel right when you're gone away
'Cause I'm broken when I'm lonesome
And I don't feel right when you're gone…
Kurt and I walked really hard to make this part dramatic. As I was saying the last lines he walked away slowly from me and sat in a seat at the very top riser.
Reeves:
You've gone away…you don't feel me…here…anymore
There was silence as the song came to a close. For a second I thought we didn't do well, until the room exploded with clapping. Kurt ran back to me from his (dramatic) seat and hugged me.
"Wow guys," Mr. Shue said. "That was just, fantastic! And since that was the last performance of the day we vote now! Write your votes on a piece of paper and put them in this hat." He took a hat off of one of the chair and placed it on top of the piano.
People started rifling through their book bags looking for paper. Of course Kurt and I voted for ourselves, everyone else probably did too. It pretty much came down to Artie and Brittany who would win. Though, to be honest, it would more than likely come down to Artie, because knowing Brittany, she would vote for herself. God, I loved her.
"Looks like everyone voted." Mr. Shue said. "Even those who didn't compete. And our winner is…" He looked through the folded slips of paper as everyone sat at the edge of their seat. "This was unexpected, but we have a tie! Congratulations Quinn and Sam and Reeves and Kurt!"
I saw Rachel hit Finn on the arm, but I was too happy to think about that! We won! We won! I ran down to the front, grabbing Kurt by his arm and dragging him from his seat with me.
"I'd like to thank the academy," I said once I got down there. "And all the little people who helped me work my way up."
Mr. Shue tried to interrupt. "An acceptance speech isn't really nee—"
"Rachel, I count you as one of the little people. If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't have someone to step on to get to the top. Brittany, you've been a dear friend, and when I make it big in Hollywood, you're gonna be part of my entourage."
"But don't people park cars in entourages?"
"Anyway, Just thank you all and have a good night." I grabbed a ticket from Mr. Shue. "Thank You."
I turned to Kurt who was trying to hide a smirk. "Well, since we only have just the one ticket, I guess I'll pay for you when we go to Breadstix tonight."
"Wait, what? As a date?"
I smiled at him. "If you want it to be."
"I—I, I have to go." Kurt grabbed his passenger bag from besides Mercedes and rushed out the room.
Well that so did not go how I expected it too.
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Ilvecoffee-n-narutoYouth: Yay! The chapters done. If you didn't know, the song by Reeves and Kurt is Broken by Seether and Amy Lee of Evanescence. I honestly had never heard of it before I was searching for a song for them to use during their duet. But I love it! Please Review! Please! I live for them. Next episode: Britney/Brittany, and things might be going a little differently from the plot. Oh yeah, don't own Glee.
