I Think That She Knows (Klaine Genderswap) (2/???)
Title: I Think That She Knows
Media: Fanfic
Rating: PG
Genre: angst/romance
Word count: 800
Characters: Kurt, Blaine, Wes, Jeff
Summary: Blair first meets Kate in the hallways of Dalton and knows instantly that they're going to be friends. The Warblettes perform "Lovestoned."
“Excuse me, I'm new.” Blair heard a deep female voice say from behind her. She wheeled around, her gray wool skirt flying out in a circle around her. There stood a tall, thin girl with cropped blond hair and electric blue skinny jeans. She was holding tightly onto a stylish messenger bag, looking positively lost. Her blue eyes seemed extraordinarily large in fear. Or maybe they just looked that way always. Blair felt herself smiling at this stranger, her cheeks aching.
“What's up, new kid?” Blair asked.
“What's going on here?” The blond shyly responded, chewing a little bit on her lower lip.
“The Warblettes are performing.” Blair smiled even bigger.
“The show choir? They're cool here?” The girl scrunched her pencil-thin eyebrows in towards her nose.
“The Warblettes are like rock stars.” Blair responded.
“I'm Kate.” The girl added after a moment, a sea of blue blazers threatening to take her under. She reached out her hand.
“Blair.” She grabbed Kate's hand. “Come on, Kate, I'll show you a shortcut.”
And they were running through Dalton's back hallway, as if in slow motion. Kate's hand was warm and soft in Blair's. Their shoes clicked on the marble floors, echoing in an endless cyclical rhythm. Blair felt one of her knee socks falling down, but couldn't stop to fix it. Her heart was beating faster by the minute. The pre-performance jitters started to kick in. She wanted to stop and properly introduce herself to Kate, to give her full name and life story and trade bear hugs like she always did with new friends. That was what this feeling was, right? The excitement, the desire to care for this scared, stick-thin girl who had chosen her, Blair, out of everyone on Dalton's winding spiral staircase, to speak to? Friendship. The need to care for someone. It had to be.
But there was no time for deep thought or self-reflection because as soon as the thoughts crept into her mind, Blair was meeting the rest of the Warblettes in formation, and Jennifer was starting the opening rhythm of the song.
She grabs the yellow bottle, she likes the way it fits her lips
She gets to the bottom, it takes her on a trip so right
She might be coming home with me tonight
Blair was in her element. Adrenaline on full-blast, she looked around the room, catching eyes with each and every girl clapping along to her song. She shook her shoulders a bit- the Warblette Shuffle, as everyone called it. Someone cheered from the back of the cluster. She could feel Jennifer's beat boxing in her spine. The Warblettes' backing vocals filled her ears like a thousand buzzing bees.
She looks like a model, except she got a little more ass
Don't even bother unless you move the way that she likes
That's why she's coming home with me tonight
Panning her eyes around the room again, Blair made contact with Kate, towering over the other girls in her high heels. Her face was bright red, the blushing making Blair blush as well. She tried to move her face, to look at someone else, but her eyes stayed locked on Kate's baby blues. Her heart threatened to beat out of her chest, and she wanted to say something, but the Warblettes were singing the prechorus and it was time to join in.
Those flashing lights come from everywhere
They way they hit her, had to stop and stare
She's got me lovestoned and I can swear
That she knows
I think that she knows
Blair remembered that her sock was about to fall all the way down to her ankle, and stooped to fix it. The movement elicited a few cat-calls from the peanut gallery. She laughed it off, turning the move into a kind of sexy dance. Kate was looking away, her face even more flushed. Blair wanted to make her more at ease, but her line was up again. So she pointed to Kate and did another shimmy.
Hot damn!
Before long, the song wound to a close, and the crowd dispersed, off to gather their books for their next classes. Blair approached Kate and elbowed her gently. “Next time, don't forget your blazer, new kid.”
Kate blushed again, and Blair was sure that no one had ever been that red except while sunburnt. She opened her mouth to speak, but Wendy grabbed her shoulder and whispered in her ear instead.
“That girl is from McKinley. I think she's spying on us before sectionals.”
“Are you sure?” Blair whispered back, glancing over Kate's whole appearance. It did all seem to make sense... everyone got uniforms at Dalton as soon as they register. And heels were forbidden right off the bat. It was basically the first rule anyone learned. Wendy nodded, and Blair turned her attention back to the blond standing oh-so close to her. “Come get a coffee with us, Kate. We want to ask you some questions.”
Media: Fanfic
Rating: PG
Genre: angst/romance
Word count: 800
Characters: Kurt, Blaine, Wes, Jeff
Summary: Blair first meets Kate in the hallways of Dalton and knows instantly that they're going to be friends. The Warblettes perform "Lovestoned."
“Excuse me, I'm new.” Blair heard a deep female voice say from behind her. She wheeled around, her gray wool skirt flying out in a circle around her. There stood a tall, thin girl with cropped blond hair and electric blue skinny jeans. She was holding tightly onto a stylish messenger bag, looking positively lost. Her blue eyes seemed extraordinarily large in fear. Or maybe they just looked that way always. Blair felt herself smiling at this stranger, her cheeks aching.
“What's up, new kid?” Blair asked.
“What's going on here?” The blond shyly responded, chewing a little bit on her lower lip.
“The Warblettes are performing.” Blair smiled even bigger.
“The show choir? They're cool here?” The girl scrunched her pencil-thin eyebrows in towards her nose.
“The Warblettes are like rock stars.” Blair responded.
“I'm Kate.” The girl added after a moment, a sea of blue blazers threatening to take her under. She reached out her hand.
“Blair.” She grabbed Kate's hand. “Come on, Kate, I'll show you a shortcut.”
And they were running through Dalton's back hallway, as if in slow motion. Kate's hand was warm and soft in Blair's. Their shoes clicked on the marble floors, echoing in an endless cyclical rhythm. Blair felt one of her knee socks falling down, but couldn't stop to fix it. Her heart was beating faster by the minute. The pre-performance jitters started to kick in. She wanted to stop and properly introduce herself to Kate, to give her full name and life story and trade bear hugs like she always did with new friends. That was what this feeling was, right? The excitement, the desire to care for this scared, stick-thin girl who had chosen her, Blair, out of everyone on Dalton's winding spiral staircase, to speak to? Friendship. The need to care for someone. It had to be.
But there was no time for deep thought or self-reflection because as soon as the thoughts crept into her mind, Blair was meeting the rest of the Warblettes in formation, and Jennifer was starting the opening rhythm of the song.
She grabs the yellow bottle, she likes the way it fits her lips
She gets to the bottom, it takes her on a trip so right
She might be coming home with me tonight
Blair was in her element. Adrenaline on full-blast, she looked around the room, catching eyes with each and every girl clapping along to her song. She shook her shoulders a bit- the Warblette Shuffle, as everyone called it. Someone cheered from the back of the cluster. She could feel Jennifer's beat boxing in her spine. The Warblettes' backing vocals filled her ears like a thousand buzzing bees.
She looks like a model, except she got a little more ass
Don't even bother unless you move the way that she likes
That's why she's coming home with me tonight
Panning her eyes around the room again, Blair made contact with Kate, towering over the other girls in her high heels. Her face was bright red, the blushing making Blair blush as well. She tried to move her face, to look at someone else, but her eyes stayed locked on Kate's baby blues. Her heart threatened to beat out of her chest, and she wanted to say something, but the Warblettes were singing the prechorus and it was time to join in.
Those flashing lights come from everywhere
They way they hit her, had to stop and stare
She's got me lovestoned and I can swear
That she knows
I think that she knows
Blair remembered that her sock was about to fall all the way down to her ankle, and stooped to fix it. The movement elicited a few cat-calls from the peanut gallery. She laughed it off, turning the move into a kind of sexy dance. Kate was looking away, her face even more flushed. Blair wanted to make her more at ease, but her line was up again. So she pointed to Kate and did another shimmy.
Hot damn!
Before long, the song wound to a close, and the crowd dispersed, off to gather their books for their next classes. Blair approached Kate and elbowed her gently. “Next time, don't forget your blazer, new kid.”
Kate blushed again, and Blair was sure that no one had ever been that red except while sunburnt. She opened her mouth to speak, but Wendy grabbed her shoulder and whispered in her ear instead.
“That girl is from McKinley. I think she's spying on us before sectionals.”
“Are you sure?” Blair whispered back, glancing over Kate's whole appearance. It did all seem to make sense... everyone got uniforms at Dalton as soon as they register. And heels were forbidden right off the bat. It was basically the first rule anyone learned. Wendy nodded, and Blair turned her attention back to the blond standing oh-so close to her. “Come get a coffee with us, Kate. We want to ask you some questions.”