If Our Life Was a Musical.
Hello! It's been a white since I've written anything, but let's be honest: Klaine brings out the best in everyone.
CHALLENGE: To write a drabble/ ficlet using a song from each glee episode to date, relating to Klaine. These two can be at any point in their relationship. Not necessarily songfics, but the title has to come into play somehow. Rated roughly T.
To my reviewers: I'm going to try and update every 48 hours. I write ahead – so if you have ideas, submit them early!
Disclaimer: Oh, how I wish I owned these songs, these boys and Glee. But I don't.
Episode 3: "I Wanna Sex You Up."
"Blaine, look at this. It won't fit." Kurt grunted a little trying to get it to move – towards Blaine a little. Nope, it was definitely stuck.
Why had this been such a good idea in the first place? Oh yeah, the thrill and the rush when Blaine had first mentioned it.
"Well, keep trying. You were a cheerleader; your arms can't be hurting from all of this just yet." Blaine grimaced a little, his arms were definitely hurting. He wouldn't be able to keep it up for much longer.
"Blaiiinee, my hands are sweaty. Come on, the ideas that come out of your head and mouth are great, but can we give this one up? What if we get caught? And besides, if I had suggested this, you would have said no."
"What do you mean, I would have said no? Kurt, you know I'm game for pretty much anything, especially when it's naughty and involves you. Hush. We're talking too much, let's just focus on getting this thing to squeeze right in – "
"Blaine, you can't be serious! You yelled at Thad the other day for playing hacky sack in the courtyard and then bitched at Nick for looking shifty. You're pretty much the ultimate Mr. Prim and Proper!"
There was a beat as Blaine stopped what he was doing and looked at Kurt. Really looked at Kurt. And Kurt was suddenly terrified at what Blaine would do when Kurt was in such a vulnerable position.
"Okay. Right. So if I'm Mr. Prim and Proper, you must be Mr. I've-got-a-stick-shoved-up-my-ass. No wonder we're dating, we're such a perfect EFFING couple!"
Oh hell no.
"Shut UP Anderson or things will be shoved up asses, namely yours. And I've got a right mind just to leave you here pinned up against the wall, looking like a flipping idiot until some teacher finds you!"
"Right Kurt, like you're such a sadist that you'd leave me with this situation", he gestured wildly in front of the both of them, "preventing me from going anywhere."
"You don't have to be so cocky all the time. You're just full of cock, Blaine. And, you know what? I don't want that in my life right now. Get out of my business Blaine, just leave…now."
"I don't know where that last bit came from, but if you haven't noticed, I'm pinned up against a wall, and due to some strange laws of physics, you are too."
Well, shit.
"Hey guys? Blaine and Kurt. What's going on?" Both boys glanced up guiltily as Jeff rounded the corner outside the Warblers practice room. There was an embarrassed moment and then both boys started talking at the same time.
"Look, it's not what you think it is –"
"Don't judge, it was all Blaine's idea to –"
After letting them prattle on and explain their 'situation' for a few minutes, Jeff held up his hands. The pair of them were making no sense at all.
"Let me get this straight. You wanted to uh, steal – no," borrow", the piano out of the practice room and then you got it stuck in the door with Blaine pinned up against the wall and Kurt pinned against the door?"
Bleh. This was hard to rewrite as I spent ages on the wording and flow the first time around.
Oh well, please review!
Cheers, See.