[FIC] Gonna Take to the Sky; 1/1
Fandom: Glee
Title: Gonna Take to the Sky
Rating: G
Pairing: Pre-Blaine/Kurt
Spoilers: None
Warnings: Rachel. I really think it's fair to warn for her. You'll see.
Author's Note: Plot bunnies... They latch on and never go away.
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Wes's Quidditch practices were torturous. For one, he called them rehearsals. That should have been a glaring red light from the get go. It didn't help that Wes was only a third year. He was a second year Keeper, while the rest of the team were seventh years. As the sole remaining member of last year's Quidditch team, he'd been made Captain by default. Looking back, Jeff realized that THAT was where he'd gone wrong. Pay no attention to the fact that the team was at its best since Harry Potter himself was on the team. It was a big deal, and Wes was certainly treating it as such. David, Trent, and Flint were already out on the pitch tossing a quaffle about. Mercedes was hovering a few feet away from the boys twirling her beater club threateningly at them. The Gryffindor Quidditch team hadn't been so prepared to face Ravenclaw. Blaine, however, was currently hiding in the locker room quivering.
"Seeker Blaine." Wes had an annoying habit of calling his teammates by their position. "I know you are just a first year. So are Mercedes and Jeff. I would not have put you on the team if I didn't believe you to be capable. Headmistress McGonagall would not have recommended you to me had she not seen something impressive." Blaine ducked his head bashfully. "So, get out there and do a couple practice laps."
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A week later, the school was gathered at the Quidditch pitch, ready to see Gryffindor face off against Ravenclaw. They, too, had a first year Seeker. There had been a grand total of three other first year Seekers in the past twenty years. A Slytherin, Richard Agnew; a Hufflepuff, Chloe Yates; and Harry Potter. No pressure. The Ravenclaw Seeker hovered to the left of his team's Chasers. The first thing Blaine noticed was just how lovely the boy was. He had light chestnut colored hair, and he seemed to have a natural poise and grace about him. The next thing he noticed was that the Seeker was riding his broom side-saddle. Side-saddle!
"And now for the starting line-ups!" The announcer, this year one Miss Rachel Berry, cheered. "On the Gryffindor side! Captain and Keeper! Wesley Kim!" Wes waved from his post at the goals. "Beaters Mercedes Jones and Jeffrey Galven!" Mercedes and Jeff smacked their clubs together and grunted. "Chasers David Sinclair, Trent Michaels, and Flint Kelly!" The three boys, who were situated at three different points on their side, flew at each other, twirling upward when they met and then took their positions. "And Seeker Blaine Anderson!" Blaine smiled weakly, waving slowly. The Ravenclaw Seeker smirked.
"And on the Ravenclaw side!" The high-pitched, almost grating voice cheered from her place in the stands. "Captain Marjorie Phelps and her fellow Chasers Ryenne Halliford and Darach Thomson!" The three Chasers climbed up in a three-point spiral, before gliding to their starting places. "Beaters Samuel Evans and Ogden Williamson!" The two boys copied Mercedes and Jeff, smacking their clubs and whooping. "Keeper Fiona Boot!" Fiona flew laps around her goal posts and smirked. "And Seeker Kurt Hummel!" Kurt did no theatrics, merely brushing a lock of hair off his forehead with an air of disinterest. Something about that was just plain intimidating to Blaine.
"The rules are as they always have been. A goal is worth ten points. The goal though, is to catch the Golden Snitch. Catching it nets your team one hundred-fifty points and ends the game." Rachel rattled off, sniffing haughtily as though she had better things to do. "Madame Beiste will take the field."
The flying coach and Quidditch referee stood next to the box that was shaking. She flicked the latch open and snatched the quaffle, bludgers bouncing menacingly in their bounds. With a smile, she released the snitch and hollered, "I want a nice, clean game from all of you!" Beiste tossed the quaffle into the air, blowing her whistle and setting the bludgers free simultaneously.
David quickly snatched the quaffle, shooting off toward the Ravenclaw goal posts. Ogden pelted the bludger at him, but David quickly maneuvered around it, tossing the red sphere to Trent. Ryenne smirked, zooming past Trent and knocking the quaffle out of his arms, passing it to Marjorie.
It was all so much to take in. Blaine hovered about a yard above the action, torn between watching the ensuing game and searching for the snitch. Kurt was position just slightly beneath him, and he too was scanning the area to find the little glint of gold. Raucous cheers rose from the blue-clad portion of the stands as groans came from the scarlet mass below. The smirking Seeker drifted up towards Blaine, looking all kinds of cocky. "Might want to hop to it, Mr. Anderson." The laughter was evident on his voice, soft and tinkling, with the ability to become barbed in an instant. "We're ten points up." With that, he drifted lazily away, eyes focusing on the field once more.
Blaine smiled, Kurt was funny, in his own sarcastic way. He shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts. Wes was gesticulating wildly for him to get his ass in gear, a fact that Miss Berry was gleefully calling attention to by calling it the South Korean Mating Dance of the -- Blaine didn't hear the end of that thought as Professor Schuester snatched the microphone away from her. Apparently Ravenclaw had scored two more goals while he was out of it.
Kurt's laughing eyes met his again, and he was clearly gloating, but Blaine suddenly wasn't paying attention. Behind Kurt's left ear, floating tantalizingly close, was the Golden Snitch. Without a second thought, Blaine shot off, pelting past Kurt. The Snitch, sensing danger, quickly shot off as well. The bemused Ravenclaw took only a second before he too was off like a flash. It should be mentioned that Kurt's broom, a Firebolt, was only a touch faster than Blaine's, a Nimbus 2001.
Kurt lowered himself against the shaft of his broom, racing nearly neck and neck with Blaine. "Give it up, Blaine! This one's mine!"
"In your dreams!" Blaine shouted back. The Snitch changed course, flying directly straight down. The Gryffindor followed, plummeting toward the pitch. Kurt pursued him, unwilling to admit defeat. "It appears the Seekers have spotted the Snitch!" Rachel's voice cried, laden with hysteria. "They're heading straight for the ground!"
Kurt shot Blaine a worried glance, as the ground got frighteningly close. The Ravenclaw Seeker pulled out of the dive. Blaine, however, was undeterred. The Snitch turned at a ninety degree angle, flying horizontally maybe half a yard from the pitch. Blaine jerked sharply upward on his broom's handle, straining from the effort to even out. Rachel's frenzied voice cheered from above, "Anderson just successfully performed a Wronski Feint! Such an incredible feat for a first year!"
Mercedes cheered loudly, squealing above the din and merrily pelting a bludger toward Darach, hitting him squarely in the back of his head.
It was so close. The Snitch was literally at his fingertips. Just a slight extension more. Blaine could feel the cool metal slide against his extended palm. With a quick curl of his fingers, Blaine trapped the small sphere in his grasp. Rachel crowed, "He's done it! Blaine Anderson has caught the Golden Snitch, earning his team one hundred-fifty points! Gryffindor wins!"
Blaine flew in a large arc around the field, hand held proudly above his head. Kurt was hovering near Mercedes clapping for him, no trace of irritation on his face. Blaine blushed and floated down to the ground. Beiste clapped him on the back as the rest of his team sans Mercedes huddled around him to congratulate him. Wes was crying, clutching his broom like a life support and raving about how all had seemed lost before Blaine valiantly dove for the snitch, risking his life for the good of the team. David and Flint promptly shut him up, while Trent and Jeff hefted the small first year onto their shoulders.
Back in the locker room, after most everyone had changed and retired to the common room, Blaine changed into his regular uniform and stepped out of the room, nearly colliding with Kurt. "Oh, sorry." He rubbed his hand over the back of his heavily gelled hair. "I didn't see you there, Kurt."
Kurt smiled. "Uh, I just want to say that you were really impressive today. I couldn't have done that Wonky Feint thing."
"Wronski Feint." Blaine corrected without thinking. "And thanks... I just saw the snitch there and nothing else mattered. I probably could have gotten seriously hurt if I hadn't gotten lucky."
The Ravenclaw looked like he was about to swoon. "So."
"So..."
"I was thinking..." Kurt blushed, "That maybe we could have breakfast tomorrow?"
Blaine smiled at his new friend, at least that what he thought they were. "Sounds like a plan."
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This was fun to write. Though Rachel kind of took over my brain. I think I tried to make her a bit like Luna.
Title: Gonna Take to the Sky
Rating: G
Pairing: Pre-Blaine/Kurt
Spoilers: None
Warnings: Rachel. I really think it's fair to warn for her. You'll see.
Author's Note: Plot bunnies... They latch on and never go away.
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Wes's Quidditch practices were torturous. For one, he called them rehearsals. That should have been a glaring red light from the get go. It didn't help that Wes was only a third year. He was a second year Keeper, while the rest of the team were seventh years. As the sole remaining member of last year's Quidditch team, he'd been made Captain by default. Looking back, Jeff realized that THAT was where he'd gone wrong. Pay no attention to the fact that the team was at its best since Harry Potter himself was on the team. It was a big deal, and Wes was certainly treating it as such. David, Trent, and Flint were already out on the pitch tossing a quaffle about. Mercedes was hovering a few feet away from the boys twirling her beater club threateningly at them. The Gryffindor Quidditch team hadn't been so prepared to face Ravenclaw. Blaine, however, was currently hiding in the locker room quivering.
"Seeker Blaine." Wes had an annoying habit of calling his teammates by their position. "I know you are just a first year. So are Mercedes and Jeff. I would not have put you on the team if I didn't believe you to be capable. Headmistress McGonagall would not have recommended you to me had she not seen something impressive." Blaine ducked his head bashfully. "So, get out there and do a couple practice laps."
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A week later, the school was gathered at the Quidditch pitch, ready to see Gryffindor face off against Ravenclaw. They, too, had a first year Seeker. There had been a grand total of three other first year Seekers in the past twenty years. A Slytherin, Richard Agnew; a Hufflepuff, Chloe Yates; and Harry Potter. No pressure. The Ravenclaw Seeker hovered to the left of his team's Chasers. The first thing Blaine noticed was just how lovely the boy was. He had light chestnut colored hair, and he seemed to have a natural poise and grace about him. The next thing he noticed was that the Seeker was riding his broom side-saddle. Side-saddle!
"And now for the starting line-ups!" The announcer, this year one Miss Rachel Berry, cheered. "On the Gryffindor side! Captain and Keeper! Wesley Kim!" Wes waved from his post at the goals. "Beaters Mercedes Jones and Jeffrey Galven!" Mercedes and Jeff smacked their clubs together and grunted. "Chasers David Sinclair, Trent Michaels, and Flint Kelly!" The three boys, who were situated at three different points on their side, flew at each other, twirling upward when they met and then took their positions. "And Seeker Blaine Anderson!" Blaine smiled weakly, waving slowly. The Ravenclaw Seeker smirked.
"And on the Ravenclaw side!" The high-pitched, almost grating voice cheered from her place in the stands. "Captain Marjorie Phelps and her fellow Chasers Ryenne Halliford and Darach Thomson!" The three Chasers climbed up in a three-point spiral, before gliding to their starting places. "Beaters Samuel Evans and Ogden Williamson!" The two boys copied Mercedes and Jeff, smacking their clubs and whooping. "Keeper Fiona Boot!" Fiona flew laps around her goal posts and smirked. "And Seeker Kurt Hummel!" Kurt did no theatrics, merely brushing a lock of hair off his forehead with an air of disinterest. Something about that was just plain intimidating to Blaine.
"The rules are as they always have been. A goal is worth ten points. The goal though, is to catch the Golden Snitch. Catching it nets your team one hundred-fifty points and ends the game." Rachel rattled off, sniffing haughtily as though she had better things to do. "Madame Beiste will take the field."
The flying coach and Quidditch referee stood next to the box that was shaking. She flicked the latch open and snatched the quaffle, bludgers bouncing menacingly in their bounds. With a smile, she released the snitch and hollered, "I want a nice, clean game from all of you!" Beiste tossed the quaffle into the air, blowing her whistle and setting the bludgers free simultaneously.
David quickly snatched the quaffle, shooting off toward the Ravenclaw goal posts. Ogden pelted the bludger at him, but David quickly maneuvered around it, tossing the red sphere to Trent. Ryenne smirked, zooming past Trent and knocking the quaffle out of his arms, passing it to Marjorie.
It was all so much to take in. Blaine hovered about a yard above the action, torn between watching the ensuing game and searching for the snitch. Kurt was position just slightly beneath him, and he too was scanning the area to find the little glint of gold. Raucous cheers rose from the blue-clad portion of the stands as groans came from the scarlet mass below. The smirking Seeker drifted up towards Blaine, looking all kinds of cocky. "Might want to hop to it, Mr. Anderson." The laughter was evident on his voice, soft and tinkling, with the ability to become barbed in an instant. "We're ten points up." With that, he drifted lazily away, eyes focusing on the field once more.
Blaine smiled, Kurt was funny, in his own sarcastic way. He shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts. Wes was gesticulating wildly for him to get his ass in gear, a fact that Miss Berry was gleefully calling attention to by calling it the South Korean Mating Dance of the -- Blaine didn't hear the end of that thought as Professor Schuester snatched the microphone away from her. Apparently Ravenclaw had scored two more goals while he was out of it.
Kurt's laughing eyes met his again, and he was clearly gloating, but Blaine suddenly wasn't paying attention. Behind Kurt's left ear, floating tantalizingly close, was the Golden Snitch. Without a second thought, Blaine shot off, pelting past Kurt. The Snitch, sensing danger, quickly shot off as well. The bemused Ravenclaw took only a second before he too was off like a flash. It should be mentioned that Kurt's broom, a Firebolt, was only a touch faster than Blaine's, a Nimbus 2001.
Kurt lowered himself against the shaft of his broom, racing nearly neck and neck with Blaine. "Give it up, Blaine! This one's mine!"
"In your dreams!" Blaine shouted back. The Snitch changed course, flying directly straight down. The Gryffindor followed, plummeting toward the pitch. Kurt pursued him, unwilling to admit defeat. "It appears the Seekers have spotted the Snitch!" Rachel's voice cried, laden with hysteria. "They're heading straight for the ground!"
Kurt shot Blaine a worried glance, as the ground got frighteningly close. The Ravenclaw Seeker pulled out of the dive. Blaine, however, was undeterred. The Snitch turned at a ninety degree angle, flying horizontally maybe half a yard from the pitch. Blaine jerked sharply upward on his broom's handle, straining from the effort to even out. Rachel's frenzied voice cheered from above, "Anderson just successfully performed a Wronski Feint! Such an incredible feat for a first year!"
Mercedes cheered loudly, squealing above the din and merrily pelting a bludger toward Darach, hitting him squarely in the back of his head.
It was so close. The Snitch was literally at his fingertips. Just a slight extension more. Blaine could feel the cool metal slide against his extended palm. With a quick curl of his fingers, Blaine trapped the small sphere in his grasp. Rachel crowed, "He's done it! Blaine Anderson has caught the Golden Snitch, earning his team one hundred-fifty points! Gryffindor wins!"
Blaine flew in a large arc around the field, hand held proudly above his head. Kurt was hovering near Mercedes clapping for him, no trace of irritation on his face. Blaine blushed and floated down to the ground. Beiste clapped him on the back as the rest of his team sans Mercedes huddled around him to congratulate him. Wes was crying, clutching his broom like a life support and raving about how all had seemed lost before Blaine valiantly dove for the snitch, risking his life for the good of the team. David and Flint promptly shut him up, while Trent and Jeff hefted the small first year onto their shoulders.
Back in the locker room, after most everyone had changed and retired to the common room, Blaine changed into his regular uniform and stepped out of the room, nearly colliding with Kurt. "Oh, sorry." He rubbed his hand over the back of his heavily gelled hair. "I didn't see you there, Kurt."
Kurt smiled. "Uh, I just want to say that you were really impressive today. I couldn't have done that Wonky Feint thing."
"Wronski Feint." Blaine corrected without thinking. "And thanks... I just saw the snitch there and nothing else mattered. I probably could have gotten seriously hurt if I hadn't gotten lucky."
The Ravenclaw looked like he was about to swoon. "So."
"So..."
"I was thinking..." Kurt blushed, "That maybe we could have breakfast tomorrow?"
Blaine smiled at his new friend, at least that what he thought they were. "Sounds like a plan."
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This was fun to write. Though Rachel kind of took over my brain. I think I tried to make her a bit like Luna.