Drabble: Just Dance
Title: Just Dance
Characters: Sierra Anderson, Blaine Anderson, Neal Caffrey (aka Cooper Anderson), Peter Burke, Kurt Hummel
Pairing: Klaine
Verse: Glee Collar
Word Count: 894
Rating: G
Warnings: Nope
Summary: A night of wine (for Peter and Neal) and Nintendo Wii at the Anderson Home
Notes: I blame this video.
"Should I be worried…?" Peter's gaze followed the teenage girl as she headed up the stairs claiming she had to change. Change into what? They were playing video games. Or at least they were supposed to be.
"Nah," Blaine shook his head as he settled on the couch next to Kurt. "She just takes it kind of seriously."
"Kind of?" Kurt snorted. "That's an understatement."
Seeing Peter's confused look, Neal decided to come to the rescue. Though really, he should probably let him suffer at the hands of his brother and his boyfriend a bit longer. It would be the least he could do after all the "Cooper"s Peter had dropped into conversation over the past two days. "Sierra's a dancer."
"Was." Kurt and Blaine corrected in unison.
"Was? Since when is it a was?"
Blaine frowned, thinking it over. "Last year?" He looked to Kurt for confirmation.
"Longer. She stopped before I met you."
"Oooh right. I guess it was right before I started Dalton then. Huh."
Well that gave Neal pause. She stopped dancing? That would be like Blaine stopping jumping on furniture or him stopping…well…being him. He wondered if it had anything to do with the pill bottles all over her dresser. The mentions of therapy. He hadn't wanted to ask. He should have, but he didn't want to. He only had a few days with them and he wanted them to be fun. But now…
He needed to call Mozzie.
Just as he was about to change the subject, Sierra reappeared. Gone were the jeans and thermal she had been wearing, switched out for dance clothes -- complete with a ballet wrap sweater. Kurt was right. Kind of was definitely an understatement.
"So…" She beamed at the boys in the room. "Who's first?"
"Wait…" Peter held up one hand, trying to gain control of the situation. "First for what? What are we even doing?"
"Just Dance. It's a video game."
"With Dancing."
"Thank you, Kurt." Neal gave him a look. "I think Peter got that." Though he was smiling as he said it. He was enjoying this way too much.
"Dancing? Oh…I think I'm going to sit out this one." Peter did a lot of things. But dance? Dance was not one of them.
"Peter," Neal frowned. "You have to play. You'll hurt their feelings…"
"It's true."
"You will." And right on cue, two sets of dark eyes turned to Peter, appropriately big eyed and puppy like.
"But there's only four controllers…"
"I can sit out." Kurt was all too eager to volunteer. "I play them all the time. Their egos could go a night without me decimating them…"
"Excuse me?" Sierra turned, giving the boy a look. "Who decimates who?"
"Oh look! Rachel poked me on Words with Friends…" Kurt turned back to his iphone, conveniently not answering.
"I don't dance. I'm a fed, remember? A straight man. So why don't you kids have fun and I'll just be a good dad and sit over here and read the paper…"
"Peter…"
"Please, Peter."
"Please…."
With a sigh, Peter nodded, defeated. He had a hard enough time arguing with Neal. So three of them was just going to be impossible. "All right. Fine. But I'm going to need more wine. And this NEVER leaves this room, got it?" He was mostly addressing Neal with that last bit. "There will be no office stories of the time Peter shook his…booty to Shakira."
"Cross my heart." Neal smiled brightly before holding out his hand for a controller which Blaine gladly handed over. "Now..I feel it is only fair to warn you, my skills…greatly improved. So…just…there will be no crying, no claims that I cheated, and no do-overs. You are no longer five and this is not Candyland. Got it?"
Both teens nodded before grabbing their own controllers and passing one to Peter. As Blaine set up the console, Sierra and Neal did their best to explain how the game worked. It mostly came down to "you'll see" and "it's easy to pick up".
Which, Peter had to admit, it was. The first two numbers had him faltering a bit, but the longer the night went on and the more wine he drank, the easier it became. Or maybe it was just that he no longer cared that he looked like a fool. He was having fun. And so was Neal. He hadn't seen Neal laugh this much since…well…in a long time.
Though he did feel a little bad for Blaine's boyfriend. Who wanted to sit on the couch all night? So during an inevitable "do-over" argument in which Blaine was claiming Neal tripped him, he turned and offered him the controller. "You sure you don't want to play?"
"Nope. Really. I'm fine. Besides, I'm totally massacring, Berry…" He pointed to the phone. Of course, if one was to walk around to the couch they would see that Kurt wasn't massacring anyone. He wasn't even playing. He was video-ing the night's exploits. Because Peter wasn't the only one glad and a bit amazed to see people laughing. Kurt couldn't remember the last time Blaine looked like that. Him or Sierra. It was nice.
And, you know, should they ever need blackmail material…well…surely this would be a great addition to YouTube.
Characters: Sierra Anderson, Blaine Anderson, Neal Caffrey (aka Cooper Anderson), Peter Burke, Kurt Hummel
Pairing: Klaine
Verse: Glee Collar
Word Count: 894
Rating: G
Warnings: Nope
Summary: A night of wine (for Peter and Neal) and Nintendo Wii at the Anderson Home
Notes: I blame this video.
"Should I be worried…?" Peter's gaze followed the teenage girl as she headed up the stairs claiming she had to change. Change into what? They were playing video games. Or at least they were supposed to be.
"Nah," Blaine shook his head as he settled on the couch next to Kurt. "She just takes it kind of seriously."
"Kind of?" Kurt snorted. "That's an understatement."
Seeing Peter's confused look, Neal decided to come to the rescue. Though really, he should probably let him suffer at the hands of his brother and his boyfriend a bit longer. It would be the least he could do after all the "Cooper"s Peter had dropped into conversation over the past two days. "Sierra's a dancer."
"Was." Kurt and Blaine corrected in unison.
"Was? Since when is it a was?"
Blaine frowned, thinking it over. "Last year?" He looked to Kurt for confirmation.
"Longer. She stopped before I met you."
"Oooh right. I guess it was right before I started Dalton then. Huh."
Well that gave Neal pause. She stopped dancing? That would be like Blaine stopping jumping on furniture or him stopping…well…being him. He wondered if it had anything to do with the pill bottles all over her dresser. The mentions of therapy. He hadn't wanted to ask. He should have, but he didn't want to. He only had a few days with them and he wanted them to be fun. But now…
He needed to call Mozzie.
Just as he was about to change the subject, Sierra reappeared. Gone were the jeans and thermal she had been wearing, switched out for dance clothes -- complete with a ballet wrap sweater. Kurt was right. Kind of was definitely an understatement.
"So…" She beamed at the boys in the room. "Who's first?"
"Wait…" Peter held up one hand, trying to gain control of the situation. "First for what? What are we even doing?"
"Just Dance. It's a video game."
"With Dancing."
"Thank you, Kurt." Neal gave him a look. "I think Peter got that." Though he was smiling as he said it. He was enjoying this way too much.
"Dancing? Oh…I think I'm going to sit out this one." Peter did a lot of things. But dance? Dance was not one of them.
"Peter," Neal frowned. "You have to play. You'll hurt their feelings…"
"It's true."
"You will." And right on cue, two sets of dark eyes turned to Peter, appropriately big eyed and puppy like.
"But there's only four controllers…"
"I can sit out." Kurt was all too eager to volunteer. "I play them all the time. Their egos could go a night without me decimating them…"
"Excuse me?" Sierra turned, giving the boy a look. "Who decimates who?"
"Oh look! Rachel poked me on Words with Friends…" Kurt turned back to his iphone, conveniently not answering.
"I don't dance. I'm a fed, remember? A straight man. So why don't you kids have fun and I'll just be a good dad and sit over here and read the paper…"
"Peter…"
"Please, Peter."
"Please…."
With a sigh, Peter nodded, defeated. He had a hard enough time arguing with Neal. So three of them was just going to be impossible. "All right. Fine. But I'm going to need more wine. And this NEVER leaves this room, got it?" He was mostly addressing Neal with that last bit. "There will be no office stories of the time Peter shook his…booty to Shakira."
"Cross my heart." Neal smiled brightly before holding out his hand for a controller which Blaine gladly handed over. "Now..I feel it is only fair to warn you, my skills…greatly improved. So…just…there will be no crying, no claims that I cheated, and no do-overs. You are no longer five and this is not Candyland. Got it?"
Both teens nodded before grabbing their own controllers and passing one to Peter. As Blaine set up the console, Sierra and Neal did their best to explain how the game worked. It mostly came down to "you'll see" and "it's easy to pick up".
Which, Peter had to admit, it was. The first two numbers had him faltering a bit, but the longer the night went on and the more wine he drank, the easier it became. Or maybe it was just that he no longer cared that he looked like a fool. He was having fun. And so was Neal. He hadn't seen Neal laugh this much since…well…in a long time.
Though he did feel a little bad for Blaine's boyfriend. Who wanted to sit on the couch all night? So during an inevitable "do-over" argument in which Blaine was claiming Neal tripped him, he turned and offered him the controller. "You sure you don't want to play?"
"Nope. Really. I'm fine. Besides, I'm totally massacring, Berry…" He pointed to the phone. Of course, if one was to walk around to the couch they would see that Kurt wasn't massacring anyone. He wasn't even playing. He was video-ing the night's exploits. Because Peter wasn't the only one glad and a bit amazed to see people laughing. Kurt couldn't remember the last time Blaine looked like that. Him or Sierra. It was nice.
And, you know, should they ever need blackmail material…well…surely this would be a great addition to YouTube.