Still dedicated to Alice, that amazing girl. I still don't own Glee.
Yay, this chapter has a song in it- i hope it's not done too badly! :)
Moulin McKinley
Chapter I: In Which Tissues Are Needed, Lots Of Them
"I have to wear pajamas in front of the whole of Glee, Blaine, they have to be perfect!" Kurt exclaimed down the phone. "And I'm pretty sure half of Glee are expecting me to turn up in pajamas spouting rainbows, and the other half are expecting me to wear Prada!"
Blaine smiled from his end of the phone; he really loved Kurt. "Go with the rainbows, you'll totally rock them." he laughed.
Kurt smiled on his end of the line, but then put on his serious face again. "This is serious, Blaine! What am I supposed to do?"
"Hang on a sec, I'll kick Wes and David out my house and I'll come over."
"Tell them hey from me." Kurt told him.
"Will do. Love you." Blaine said.
Kurt smiled. "Love you too. Bye."
Rachel searched around the house for her copy of Moulin Rouge, and sighed when she couldn't find it. She'd turned her room upside-down—cleaning it up as she went along, she was nothing if not organised—and looked through all the rest of the house and still couldn't find it. It crossed her mind that one of her Dads might have been watching it.
"Dad?" she yelled from the bottom of the stairs.
"Which one?" a voice called.
"Leroy?" Leroy appeared at the top of the stairs, leaning over the banister.
"Or Hiram?" Hiram appeared behind her, smiling and embracing his daughter.
Rachel laughed. "Both?" she replied, and Leroy ran down the stairs, delighted with her response.
"Do either of you know where Moulin Rouge is?" she asked.
Both of them stood in thought for a moment and then spoke at the same time. "We leant to Harry."
Rachel sighed, thinking of the flamboyant gay man who was friends with both of her Dads. He was a nice guy, but he was always borrowing their movies—usually the musicals—she never could find a DVD when she needed it, and it was usually because of him.
"Is there any way you can get it back?" she asked. "I need it for tonight, the Gleepover."
Her Dads nodded, she'd told them about the Gleepover, and they were cool with it. She wished that she'd mentioned it was for Moulin Rouge week when she'd originally told them, then they would've known to try and get it back.
"No, he's out of town for a few weeks." Hiram told her. "Sorry, darling, couldn't you watch another film?"
"It's Moulin Rouge week in Glee!" she told them. "Everyone needs to have watched it by tomorrow."
"Call a friend, I'm sure you're not the only one who owns it." Leroy suggested. "How could someone survive without owning Moulin Rouge? I know I couldn't!"
Rachel sighed. "Thanks, Dads."
She walked away, searching for her phone so she could ring Kurt—she was sure he owned it.
Quinn rolled herself into the lounge, grabbing the remote control and switching the TV on. Life was different, being in a wheelchair. She missed being able to walk into the lounge, grab the remote control and throw herself down onto the sofa. She missed running through to the kitchen, being able to open the fridge fast, not being worried that it would hit her in the face. She missed being able to walk. She paid half attention to a Friends-like sitcom, but she didn't know the characters so she didn't really care. Her phone began to ring and she picked it up.
"Hey." Quinn said, not in the mood for conversation. She had to go to Rachel's 'Gleepover' later, and she really wasn't in the mood.
The bright voice of Rachel Berry rang out from the other side of the phone. "Hey!"
Quinn silently cursed. "What do you want, Rachel?" she asked, in her flat, bored voice.
"I'm sorry to bother you, Quinn. Kurt was apparently too busy deciding what to wear tonight, Mercedes wasn't answering and I lost Tina's number."
"What do you want?" Quinn repeated.
Rachel sighed, Quinn didn't seem happy. "You don't possibly own Moulin Rouge on DVD, do you? My Dads' friend borrowed it and…"
"Hang on a sec." Quinn said, wheeling her wheelchair to the DVD shelf by her TV. She searched through the DVDs, looking for her copy of Moulin Rouge. She spotted a red DVD and pulled it out. "Yeah, I've got it. I'll bring it over tonight."
"Thanks, Quinn." Rachel smiled. "Bye."
Rachel hung up, and Quinn closed her eyes for a minute. Tonight was going to be awkward, that was for sure.
"Blaine, please?" Wes begged. "I want to see Kurt again!"
"No, you can't come and help pick his pajamas. Besides, we're going to a sleepover afterwards—you'd have to find your own way home."
Wes and David exchanged mysterious grins. "Well, what if we come too?" David asked. "I'm sure Rachel wouldn't mind."
"No." Blaine told them. "No."
"Please." Wes said, employing his puppy-dog eyes.
"Remind me why I'm friends with you?" Blaine asked.
"Because you love us to bits and pieces and we're sexy as hell?" Wes suggested.
Blaine playfully hit him and sat down on his bed. "Fine. But if you embarrass me, I swear I'm going to kill you."
"We'll be as good as gold." David said as both of them smiled.
Blaine sighed. He was just realising what he'd gotten himself into.
Rachel put her beaming smile on as the doorbell rang at one minute past seven—she was beginning to get worried, she'd told everyone to be there at seven sharp, and she wondered whether they'd been kidnapped, robbed, or even killed on the way. She walked through to the door, opening it and not letting her smile fall from her face as she saw Quinn in her wheelchair just below the doorstep, on her own, with no one to help get her inside.
"Hey, Quinn!" she said, trying not to convey her embarrassment and how nervous she was.
"Are your Dads in?" Quinn asked.
Rachel sighed with relief. "Dads!" she yelled, prompting both of them to come to the door.
The conversation stopped for a while whilst Leroy and Hiram awkwardly tried to carry Quinn inside, stumbling for a moment and a look of pure terror crossing Quinn's face. Finally, after what seemed like forever, they made it inside the house, Quinn looking relieved.
"We're heading out now." Leroy told his daughter. "We're going over to Barry's house."
Rachel sighed; she was still wondering why all of her Dads friends names ended in 'arry'. She said goodbye to them, leaving her and Quinn standing awkwardly in her hallway.
"I brought Moulin Rouge." Quinn said, holding out the DVD to Rachel.
"Thanks." Rachel told her, beckoning for Quinn to follow her through to the lounge.
The silence was even more awkward as Rachel sat herself down on the sofa, and watched Quinn wheel herself to a free corner.
"How are you coping, Quinn?" Rachel asked softly.
Quinn stared at her. "I'm fine," she snapped.
Rachel raised an eyebrow. "Oh, really?"
"No. No, I'm not, Rachel, can we just leave this alone?" Quinn hissed.
The doorbell rang, saving Quinn from further probing questions directed towards her. Rachel got up to answer it, looking back to Quinn, pretending not to notice the tear in the corner of Quinn's eye. She opened the door and saw Kurt and Blaine standing at the door with two unfamiliar guys.
"Sorry we're late, Rach." Kurt said, embracing the brunette. "Wes and David somehow managed to convince Blaine to bring them along. You don't mind, do you?"
Rachel sighed. "No, of course I don't. Come on in."
The rest of the Glee club arrived within the next ten minutes, Santana and Brittany arriving together, their fingers linked, Mercedes and Tina ringing the doorbell whilst visibly shaking with maniacal laughter, and not being able to explain to anyone exactly what they were laughing about. Sugar and Rory came together, although the rest of the Glee club couldn't understand why Sugar insisted on Rory carrying her bridal style over the porch. Artie rolled in with a cry of 'sup' and finally Puck, Mike, Sam, Joe and Finn all arrived together, Finn kissing Rachel on the cheek and whispering a hurried apology.
Rachel directed all of them into the lounge, having decided that they would sleep there, not wanting to go through the awkwardness of electing two of the guys to carry Quinn up the stairs. Chocolate and crisps were brought out of several bags, and Rachel pretended not to notice Puck placing the alcohol carefully in a corner.
There was an awkward silence for a moment as the club surveyed the room, looking at the bowl of crisps on the table in the middle. All of a sudden, most of the members of the group were diving towards the bowl, trying to get the crisps before anyone else could. Kurt hung back, not wanting to ruin his designer outfit, and he watched as Rachel and Quinn made eye contact, both of them having hung back. Kurt shook his head—Quinn and Rachel weren't even friends, he must have been imagining it.
"Shall we watch it, then?" Rachel asked them all as they finally settled down with a handful or two of their favourite crisps.
There was an affirmative response from the club, and so Rachel put the DVD on and beckoned for Kurt to turn the lights out and bring in the popcorn.
"Don't you eat the popcorn too fast!" Rachel yelled.
Will sighed as Emma told him she was turning in for the night. He glanced at his watch, thinking he must have lost track of the time, but he was right—it was only nine o'clock. He loved Emma, he really did, but sometimes he wished she were a little more spontaneous, a little more up for things. He took a swig of his beer, and then sprung to his feet as the doorbell rang.
The doorbell rang again, as if the person outside was getting impatient.
"I'm coming!" he yelled at the door, hoping the ringer wasn't one of his grumpy neighbours.
He threw the door open and grinned as he saw the blonde woman standing there, wearing a can-can dress. His eyes widened, wondering why she was wearing a Can-can dress, and exactly how she'd found out it was Moulin Rouge week in Glee club.
"Hey, Will!" the woman exclaimed.
"Holly!" he laughed. "I thought you were… no, I didn't know where you were! How come you're here?"
Holly smiled. "Let a woman inside on a cold night, why don't you?"
Beckoning for her to come through, he led her to the lounge, indicating for her to sit down on the sofa. She put her legs up as he sat next to here.
"Where have you been, then?" Will asked.
Holly laughed. "Here and there. You know you can't tie me down."
"And the can-can dress?" Will asked.
"That's my normal attire." Holly replied. "Sorry, are can-can dresses not the norm around here?"
A laugh came from Will. "No, I can't say that they are. Seriously, how did you know it was Moulin Rouge week in Glee?"
"I know things, Will." Holly told him, smirking.
"Beer?" Will asked. "We have a lot to catch up on."
"We do." Holly smiled. "Go ahead, I've come a long way."
"And then… then she just dies, I can't deal with this!" Kurt sobbed as Blaine handed him tissues.
"I know, I know." Blaine said, trying to comfort Kurt.
"And he loves her so much, and he's just sang come what may, but it's her dying day, but he's still going to love her, and, Blaine, she's dead, I can't deal with this!"
"It's okay, Kurt, just let it out." Blaine replied, thinking of how adorable Kurt was when he cried at films.
"Blaine, stop hogging the tissues! We need tissues over here!" Tina yelled, pointing towards Rachel sat between Wes and David, all of them crying their eyes out.
"Kurt needs them just as much as they do!" Blaine shouted back.
"I have two guys and one girl crying over here!" Tina told him, laughing at the absurdity of their conversation.
"Kurt can out-cry all of them." Blaine replied. "Except maybe Rachel." he added, watching Rachel sob with all her heart whilst talking to Wes and David about just how sad she found the whole thing.
Blaine looked around the room, seeing how everyone else was coping. Rory and Sugar were laughing together in the corner, Finn was sitting with Puck, Mike and Sam, all of them trying to look as if the film hadn't completely broken them down, when in reality, all of them had been inches away from crying their eyes out. Brittany and Santana were talking to each other, holding hands and their eyes locked onto each other, not noticing anyone else in the room, not even noticing Quinn and Joe's conversation in which Joe was telling Quinn all about how lust was a sin. Blaine's eyes flicked to Mercedes and Artie, both of them reminiscing about singing Proud Mary in their first year of Glee club.
Blaine was brought back to the present with a cry of, "TISSUES, HERE, NOW!" coming from Tina. He threw the box over to her, but Mike intercepted it carefully.
"Seriously, stop crying, please?" he asked.
He winked at Tina, who instantly understood what he wanted to sing.
"Love is a many splendored thing, love lifts us up where we belong!" Mike started saying, the rest of the Glee club quickly catching on.
"Please, don't start that again." Tina said, smiling, not caring that she was out of character for the song.
Mike smiled, taking Tina's hand, beginning to turn the dialogue into song. "All you need is love."
"A girl has got to eat!" Tina exclaimed, slapping Mike's hand away, to the laughter of the Glee club.
"All you need is love." Mike stepped closer to Tina, looking her in the eyes, and she couldn't hold back a blush.
"She'll end up on the street!" Tina said, her voice a pitch higher than usual.
"All you need is love!" Mike repeated, taking Tina's face in his hands.
Tina removed his hands carefully and looked him in the eye. "Love is just a game."
"I was made for loving you baby, you were made for loving me!" Mike sang, dancing around Tina just like he was in the choir room.
Tina pushed Mike onto the floor, causing Joe to squeak as he narrowly avoided being crushed by him. She stood over Mike, singing, "The only way of loving me baby is, to pay a lovely fee."
Mike stayed lying on the floor, pleading, "Just one night, just one night."
"There's no way, 'cause you can't pay!" Tina told him as he rose to his feet.
"In the name of love. One night in the name of love." Mike asked, noticing the glee girls giggling.
"You crazy fool, I won't give in to you!" Tina sang, grabbing Mike's shirt and then pushing him away. She was quite enjoying overpowering Mike—she liked being in charge.
"Don't leave me this way, I can't survive, without your sweet love. Don't leave me this way." Mike sang out.
Quinn wheeled her chair closer to them, and Tina and Mike understood, letting Quinn take the spotlight.
"You'd think that people would've had enough of silly love songs," she sang.
"I look around, and I see, it isn't so."
Quinn gasped as she saw who took the male part—Rachel. She stumbled over her next line, still in shock.
"S-some people want to f-fill the world with silly love songs."
"Well, what's wrong with that, I'd like to know?" Rachel sang out.
Kurt and Blaine jumped up, knowing that it was time for them to let their diva out.
"'cause here I go… again!" Blaine sang, noticing Kurt's look of relief that he didn't steal Nicole's part from him.
"Love lifts us up where we belong! Where eagles fly, on a mountain high!"
Kurt came in, happy that he'd seized this part of the song for Blaine and himself. "Love makes us act like we are fools! Throw our lives away for one happy day!"
"We could be heroes!" Blaine sang out. "Just for one day."
Santana pushed her way through, wanting to take the part for a while, beckoning for Kurt to sit down.
"You, you would be mean." she sang.
To everyone's surprise, Brittany didn't stand up to take Blaine's part from him, and so, instead, Blaine continued the dialogue. "No, I won't!"
"And, I, I'd drink all the time!" Santana continued.
"We should be lovers!" Rory jumped in before anyone else could.
"We can't do that!" Sugar spoke in her annoying voice, much to the displeasure of the whole club.
"We should be lovers!" Rory continued in his dreamy irish accent, "And that's a fact!"
Mercedes decided the time was ripe to jump in before Sugar started singing. "Though nothing, could keep us together!"
"We could steal time…" Sam jumped in. "Just for one day."
Mercedes looked at Sam and blushed, knowing that he'd jump in to join her in song any day.
"We could be heroes, forever and ever!" the two of them sung out together.
"We could be heroes!" the whole of Glee club joined in, smiling. "Forever and ever! We could be heroes forever and ever! We can be heroes…"
Mercedes spotted her time to take the highest note in a line from one of her favourite songs ever. "Just because I will always love you."
Santana and Brittany began to echo her. "I will always love you."
Different harmonies echoed around the room, layering the music beautifully.
"How wonderful life is." Brittany sang.
Santana joined in with her. "Now you're in the world."
The whole Glee club applauded themselves and then fell back laughing onto the cushions and airbeds spread around the room. There was silence for a moment before Puck brought out his stash of alcohol.
"Never Have I Ever, anyone?" he asked.
The whole club cheered a yes immediately, and the game began.
Wow, that was long! Okay, so the Gleepover has started, but it's really only just begun, haha. Holly is back, because I couldn't resist. I do ship WillHolly, but I doubt I'll be putting it in here because it takes too much time and this fic will only span one week at McKinley. Let me know whether the song worked or not, haha. Also, I was too lazy to proof read this, I only scrolled down to check there weren't red lines. :)
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