Gleestuck
Episode 1
Season 1
Don't own Glee/MSPA.
==» John: Carry on.
You look around, making sure there aren't any gangs of green jerseyed, red jacketed, fascist douchebag jerks around poised to pounce you. After your quick check you give Dave a gentle tap on the shoulder. The blonde turns around and for just the slightest you believe you witness a semblance of surprise or shock on his face. However whatever tiny facial muscle might have made such a revealing movement was quickly punished and corrected, outfitting Dave Strider with his trademark poker face.
You are not sure if your mouth is open or not at this point, but for some reason your brain decides now is not a useful time to function.
Nope. Instead your brain decides that perhaps it'll take a vacation to a glass house by a beach somewhere. Like a douche.
You just barely see an eyebrow raise behind aviators.
"E-er." you start. Not the smoothest thing to say, but then again you are not known for cunning wordsmanship.
"Can I help you?" the Strider asks. His voice is an odd mix of impatience and flat lack of emotion. He obviously does not want to be seen with a loser like you and as the seconds tick by his risk of being seen is directly proportional to your risk of being hurt.
"E-ehm.. Look. I know we're, like, total dorks to you and you probably think Glee is the gayer than a Kevin Spacey Cooper Anderson chicken wrap, but if you like music or singing or anything we could really really use your help." you choke out.
Strider's expression remains the same. The hall population begins to dwindle as the bell for first period nears ringing hour. For what felt like three years the two of you just kind of blankly look at each other. You squirm a bit, feeling increasingly insecure under his glance, wishing you had put your shirt on forward.
Without a word Strider walks off, leaving you alone, feeling like the loser moron dorkwad you are. However, before turning a corner, he stops and glances back at you, just for a second, before leaving your sight.
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