Ficlet: Courage
Title: Courage
Characters: Sierra Anderson, Blaine Anderson
Pairing: None
Verse: Canon/pre-Only Waiting
Word Count: 418
Rating: PG
Warnings: Not really…?
Summary: Just a little in-class texting
Notes: None
Shoot me now. Sierra knew she shouldn't be texting in class, but this was an emergency. They were only a week into the school year and she was fairly certain she was going to murder her lab partner. So, instead of paying attention to the lab safety lecture -- which really, considering this was a high school biology lab, consisted of mostly common sense -- she was texting Blaine.
Who apparently was paying about as much attention to his class as she was to hers as she got a response almost immediately. Y?
Bio. Got partnered with Carrie Masterson.
Ugh. Any chance of switching?
No. Srsly. This is going to end with me killing her. Or myself.
When two minutes passed without a response, Sierra wasn't sure if that meant Blaine had been caught…or if it was because she…she didn't mean it. He had to know that. But she also knew he didn't like when she…she was working on that. Really. Just to make sure, she sent another.
Sorry. I'm sorry. :( Didn't mean that. Will definitely kill HER.
You take your meds this morning?
Yes.
Promise?
Yes.
Good. Still can't kill Carrie. Too much paperwork.
Damn.
It's just one class. Courage.
Courage. Blaine's personal mantra -- the one he adopted the moment he first tried on his Dalton uniform. It both made her smile and made her roll her eyes. Her brother was a giant dork. But...he was her dork. Fuck you.
Ewww. No. Never. I'll buy you coffee though. Lima Bean? 3:30?
Def. Love you.
You too.
Slipping her phone into her bag, Sierra went back to pretending she cared about what was being said at the front of the room. Something about not unnecessarily inhaling any fumes...especially the formaldehyde. Really? She would have never guessed. Though any eye-rolling that might have occurred was prevented by Carrie gently poking her with a pencil to try to get her attention.
"Who were you texting?'
"What?"
"Who were you texting? Was it your boyfriend? It was, wasn't it? Is he cute? Where does he go to school? My boyfriend goes to Landon; he's on their Football Team. Captain."
Seriously? "No. Not my boyfriend."
"Oh. Soooo...then is it a fling? Some pool boy left over from Summer? Or a secret affair? It's totally a secret affair. Dalton boy, I bet. Football player? No. No. Lacrosse. You seem more like the lacrosse type. Sierra, I am truly impressed. I didn't think you had it in you. You always seemed to...misery chick. Well done. I mean it...well done. You'll have to show me a picture. I promise I won't tell anyone." Or at least not more than three or four people. Really. "Cross my heart."
Yeah. That paperwork was looking less and less like a deterrent with every passing moment.
Characters: Sierra Anderson, Blaine Anderson
Pairing: None
Verse: Canon/pre-Only Waiting
Word Count: 418
Rating: PG
Warnings: Not really…?
Summary: Just a little in-class texting
Notes: None
Shoot me now. Sierra knew she shouldn't be texting in class, but this was an emergency. They were only a week into the school year and she was fairly certain she was going to murder her lab partner. So, instead of paying attention to the lab safety lecture -- which really, considering this was a high school biology lab, consisted of mostly common sense -- she was texting Blaine.
Who apparently was paying about as much attention to his class as she was to hers as she got a response almost immediately. Y?
Bio. Got partnered with Carrie Masterson.
Ugh. Any chance of switching?
No. Srsly. This is going to end with me killing her. Or myself.
When two minutes passed without a response, Sierra wasn't sure if that meant Blaine had been caught…or if it was because she…she didn't mean it. He had to know that. But she also knew he didn't like when she…she was working on that. Really. Just to make sure, she sent another.
Sorry. I'm sorry. :( Didn't mean that. Will definitely kill HER.
You take your meds this morning?
Yes.
Promise?
Yes.
Good. Still can't kill Carrie. Too much paperwork.
Damn.
It's just one class. Courage.
Courage. Blaine's personal mantra -- the one he adopted the moment he first tried on his Dalton uniform. It both made her smile and made her roll her eyes. Her brother was a giant dork. But...he was her dork. Fuck you.
Ewww. No. Never. I'll buy you coffee though. Lima Bean? 3:30?
Def. Love you.
You too.
Slipping her phone into her bag, Sierra went back to pretending she cared about what was being said at the front of the room. Something about not unnecessarily inhaling any fumes...especially the formaldehyde. Really? She would have never guessed. Though any eye-rolling that might have occurred was prevented by Carrie gently poking her with a pencil to try to get her attention.
"Who were you texting?'
"What?"
"Who were you texting? Was it your boyfriend? It was, wasn't it? Is he cute? Where does he go to school? My boyfriend goes to Landon; he's on their Football Team. Captain."
Seriously? "No. Not my boyfriend."
"Oh. Soooo...then is it a fling? Some pool boy left over from Summer? Or a secret affair? It's totally a secret affair. Dalton boy, I bet. Football player? No. No. Lacrosse. You seem more like the lacrosse type. Sierra, I am truly impressed. I didn't think you had it in you. You always seemed to...misery chick. Well done. I mean it...well done. You'll have to show me a picture. I promise I won't tell anyone." Or at least not more than three or four people. Really. "Cross my heart."
Yeah. That paperwork was looking less and less like a deterrent with every passing moment.