Glee ficlets - AU and future!fic
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tigriswolfTitle: better to die than to crawl
Disclaimer: not my characters; title from Newsies
Warnings: AU for Blame it on the Alcohol
Pairings: mentions of Rachel/Blaine, Kurt/Blaine
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 330
Point of view: third
Prompt:
Rachel: I deserve to be happy too, you don't know how lonely I am!
Kurt: You think you're lonely? How many boyfriends did you had? How many dates you went?
Rachel: Some!
Kurt: Exactly! Do you know how many boyfriends I had? No? I never had a boyfriend! Every guy I like ends kissing and dating you first, even the gay ones! So don't come near me saying that you're lonely because you don't know anything about being fucking lonely! You can have a crush at any guy you want but me, myself, have to be cautious with who my heart beats faster for! There'll be a possibility that the guy may kill me if I get too close to him!
(Sorry about my terrible English! But this came to my mind and I had to write it here!)
He stares at her in stunned disbelief. Somewhere beneath the hurt and betrayal, he's so angry. He wasn't this angry when he was being tossed in dumpsters or shoved against lockers - he's never been this angry before. Not even at Karofsky.
None of the boys who hurt him were his friends, not then. But Rachel...
I deserve to be happy, too! she shouts. You don't know how lonely I am!
She had two boys chasing her last year, and went out with a third. She got the boy they both wanted. She can stare at any boy she wants, and flirt with any boy she so desires, and... it's just not fair. And it hurts. It hurts so much, because she’s always talking about her two gay dads and she still doesn’t get it.
And he has a thousand different things he could yell at her. He could absolutely shred her and leave her in tears.
And she’d go running right into a boy’s arms, and no one would even fucking care.
So he drops the bag, and he turns, and he walks away.
Let her date Blaine. Let her have another boy. Let her have this almost-friendship, and all the solos, and whatever her minuscule heart desires.
Kurt! she calls. Kurt, where are you going? We still have this mess to clean up.
He could say so many things. Shout so many more. But he holds his head high, and carefully walks up the stairs, and gently closes the door behind him.
There’s a world out there, away from Lima and its tiny little piece of sky. There’s a whole world waiting for him, and billions of boys to choose from.
She can’t even steal Blaine from him – Blaine was never his. Blaine clearly doesn’t want him, or see him like that at all. And when Rachel inevitably drops him for the next shiny toy (or the same old dull toy), Kurt will be the best friend Blaine ever had.
Title: all things that rise
Fandom: Glee
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: very much future!fic; remembered violence/assault
Pairings: I really can’t say (that’ll ruin it!)
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 475
Point of view: third
Prompt: Kurt Hummel will forever remember his Junior Prom night as the night he lost his faith in basic human kindness.
Later, when he's rich and famous and known for dressing the stars, he sits down in his home-office and handwrites out parts of his memoirs. He doesn’t flinch away from brutal honesty – he never has in forty years – and he records everything.
Slushy facials. Locker slams. Dumpster dives. Insults and slurs, so many they stop hurting.
A locker-room kiss, stalking, terror, a death threat.
Much of his story was already known as he sat down to write, of course. But some, even decades after the fact, has never before been revealed. He uses their names. He channels all the rage he never let out, the rage he still feels whenever he thinks of those days. He uses the despair, and the pain.
It is a little cathartic. He feels slightly better, finally exorcizing a few of his demons. So many people remember those years as the best of their lives. But his best years came later.
He is rich now. He is famous. The world’s most beautiful faces jockey for his favor.
“Come to bed, love,” his husband murmurs, leaning over his back and kissing behind his ear.
“In a minute,” he replies just as softly, raising a hand to cup his husband’s face. “I’m about to write about prom.”
“Which one?”
Kurt’s pen stills. That’s right. “You weren’t there,” he murmurs. He turns his head, a breath away, and his husband closes the distance with a deep kiss.
He had lost his faith in basic human kindness that night. It was a wound that festered within him, and while he had never loved Blaine more than he did as they danced in that horribly-decorated gym, everything was poisoned and tainted for a very long time.
None of his friendships from high-school survived the transition to college. Few of his college friendships survived his trudging climb to the top.
“Come to bed,” his husband entreats, tugging on his hands. “Tell me.”
“I love you,” he whispers, standing.
His junior prom was one of the lowest points of his life. It ruined things for so long… but.
“I love you so much, Charlie,” Kurt says, pulling Charlie close. “You saved me.”
“I love you, too,” Charlie says. “But you saved yourself. Now, are you coming?”
“Of course,” Kurt says, following him, their hands still entwined.
(He’ll come back to the memoirs tomorrow; the words will still hurt, will still rage, will still despair… but hope will glimmer over them, because the story will end so far from where it started.
And when Blaine’s latest hit plays on the radio, Kurt will pull Charlie into a dance and they’ll laugh their way around the kitchen, and Kurt will wonder, for the first time in a long time, what all those children he used to know are doing now.
Maybe he’ll track them down and see.)
Disclaimer: not my characters; title from Newsies
Warnings: AU for Blame it on the Alcohol
Pairings: mentions of Rachel/Blaine, Kurt/Blaine
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 330
Point of view: third
Prompt:
Rachel: I deserve to be happy too, you don't know how lonely I am!
Kurt: You think you're lonely? How many boyfriends did you had? How many dates you went?
Rachel: Some!
Kurt: Exactly! Do you know how many boyfriends I had? No? I never had a boyfriend! Every guy I like ends kissing and dating you first, even the gay ones! So don't come near me saying that you're lonely because you don't know anything about being fucking lonely! You can have a crush at any guy you want but me, myself, have to be cautious with who my heart beats faster for! There'll be a possibility that the guy may kill me if I get too close to him!
(Sorry about my terrible English! But this came to my mind and I had to write it here!)
He stares at her in stunned disbelief. Somewhere beneath the hurt and betrayal, he's so angry. He wasn't this angry when he was being tossed in dumpsters or shoved against lockers - he's never been this angry before. Not even at Karofsky.
None of the boys who hurt him were his friends, not then. But Rachel...
I deserve to be happy, too! she shouts. You don't know how lonely I am!
She had two boys chasing her last year, and went out with a third. She got the boy they both wanted. She can stare at any boy she wants, and flirt with any boy she so desires, and... it's just not fair. And it hurts. It hurts so much, because she’s always talking about her two gay dads and she still doesn’t get it.
And he has a thousand different things he could yell at her. He could absolutely shred her and leave her in tears.
And she’d go running right into a boy’s arms, and no one would even fucking care.
So he drops the bag, and he turns, and he walks away.
Let her date Blaine. Let her have another boy. Let her have this almost-friendship, and all the solos, and whatever her minuscule heart desires.
Kurt! she calls. Kurt, where are you going? We still have this mess to clean up.
He could say so many things. Shout so many more. But he holds his head high, and carefully walks up the stairs, and gently closes the door behind him.
There’s a world out there, away from Lima and its tiny little piece of sky. There’s a whole world waiting for him, and billions of boys to choose from.
She can’t even steal Blaine from him – Blaine was never his. Blaine clearly doesn’t want him, or see him like that at all. And when Rachel inevitably drops him for the next shiny toy (or the same old dull toy), Kurt will be the best friend Blaine ever had.
Title: all things that rise
Fandom: Glee
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: very much future!fic; remembered violence/assault
Pairings: I really can’t say (that’ll ruin it!)
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 475
Point of view: third
Prompt: Kurt Hummel will forever remember his Junior Prom night as the night he lost his faith in basic human kindness.
Later, when he's rich and famous and known for dressing the stars, he sits down in his home-office and handwrites out parts of his memoirs. He doesn’t flinch away from brutal honesty – he never has in forty years – and he records everything.
Slushy facials. Locker slams. Dumpster dives. Insults and slurs, so many they stop hurting.
A locker-room kiss, stalking, terror, a death threat.
Much of his story was already known as he sat down to write, of course. But some, even decades after the fact, has never before been revealed. He uses their names. He channels all the rage he never let out, the rage he still feels whenever he thinks of those days. He uses the despair, and the pain.
It is a little cathartic. He feels slightly better, finally exorcizing a few of his demons. So many people remember those years as the best of their lives. But his best years came later.
He is rich now. He is famous. The world’s most beautiful faces jockey for his favor.
“Come to bed, love,” his husband murmurs, leaning over his back and kissing behind his ear.
“In a minute,” he replies just as softly, raising a hand to cup his husband’s face. “I’m about to write about prom.”
“Which one?”
Kurt’s pen stills. That’s right. “You weren’t there,” he murmurs. He turns his head, a breath away, and his husband closes the distance with a deep kiss.
He had lost his faith in basic human kindness that night. It was a wound that festered within him, and while he had never loved Blaine more than he did as they danced in that horribly-decorated gym, everything was poisoned and tainted for a very long time.
None of his friendships from high-school survived the transition to college. Few of his college friendships survived his trudging climb to the top.
“Come to bed,” his husband entreats, tugging on his hands. “Tell me.”
“I love you,” he whispers, standing.
His junior prom was one of the lowest points of his life. It ruined things for so long… but.
“I love you so much, Charlie,” Kurt says, pulling Charlie close. “You saved me.”
“I love you, too,” Charlie says. “But you saved yourself. Now, are you coming?”
“Of course,” Kurt says, following him, their hands still entwined.
(He’ll come back to the memoirs tomorrow; the words will still hurt, will still rage, will still despair… but hope will glimmer over them, because the story will end so far from where it started.
And when Blaine’s latest hit plays on the radio, Kurt will pull Charlie into a dance and they’ll laugh their way around the kitchen, and Kurt will wonder, for the first time in a long time, what all those children he used to know are doing now.
Maybe he’ll track them down and see.)
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Date: 2011-12-30 09:52 am (UTC)Both fics have such tasty angst in them, yet there's nothing much childish in Kurt's behavior in them, I like that *grin* <3
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Date: 2011-12-31 03:39 am (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2011-12-31 03:39 am (UTC)Thank you for reading!
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Date: 2011-12-30 01:26 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2011-12-31 03:40 am (UTC)Thank you so much!
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Date: 2011-12-31 06:04 am (UTC)Although I sincerely love with the first shot
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Date: 2012-01-01 07:18 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2012-05-15 04:39 pm (UTC)*Love love love for you* :p
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Date: 2012-05-16 01:45 am (UTC)*ducks head* Aww, thank you.