Glee fanfic: Prom Interlude (1/2)
Media: Fanfic
Title: Prom Interlude
Summary: At Santana’s insistence, and with her standing guard in the hall, Blaine and Kurt enjoy some “alone time” in the choir room at McKinley during Prom (NB. Takes place before the announcement of Prom King & Queen)
Part: 1( of 2)
Word count: 1,407
Disclaimer: Yeah I don’t own Glee - you know the drill.
Spoilers: “Prom Queen”… obviously (has anyone here not seen it yet?!)
Pairing: Klaine
Characters: Kurt, Blaine, Santana, Karofsky
Rating: PG-13
Category: Fluff/Romance
A/N: As per usual, I write fics/scene that I would like to see. I share because I like sharing the love :-)
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Santana looked across the room from her awkward dancing embrace with Karofsky, surveying the scene and trying not to think about the fact that there was someone else she would much rather be dancing with. That wasn’t quite true. The first thought on her mind was how she wished there was a real band and not Rachel “my middle name is annoying” Berry singing, but she had to admit the song was good so she gave Rachel a pass for that.
As she looked around the room, specifically trying to *not* look at Brittany, she gazed enviously at the other couples. She saw Quinn and Finn, Mike and Tina, and Puck and Lauren, but she couldn’t see Kurt and Blaine dancing. This puzzled her. After all the overt work she had put into getting them to Prom, where were they? A tiny smile formed on her lips... perhaps they had found some space somewhere? She frowned a bit as the smile seeped from her face - as much as she’d like to think they were doing that she knew this school all too well and it probably wouldn’t be the safest thing to do.
Dave moved a bit too quickly for the music and his foot touched Santana’s toe, almost stepping on it outright. He grunted in apology and quickly stepped back a little - while not letting go - to dance at a safer distance. Santana glanced up at him, irritated, but didn’t say anything. Instead, she returned to her survey of the room, searching for the boys. Eventually her eyes found them, standing at the edge of the dancefloor near where Becky was dancing with her date. She didn’t know what kind of conversation they were having, but their body language was clear - they both leaned slightly into one another and their hands kept brushing against each other’s. Despite their hesitancy, they both wanted contact.
Brittany walked through the dancefloor in front of Santana and Santana’s eyes dropped to the floor, just to make sure no-one could see the disappointment and pain that flashed across them. She felt her cheeks becoming hot and instinctively grabbed onto Dave a bit more tightly - not out of any feeling for him but out of pent up confusion and anger. She couldn’t be with Brittany, but there was no reason Kurt and Blaine needed to be so separated from each other - they were at their Prom and she was going to make sure they got the chance to fool around in a closet or classroom or whatever - just like any other teens who are crazy about each other and jacked up full of hormones.
The song came to an end and Santana looked up to Dave, smiling sweetly with that glint in her eyes that everyone in the school knew was dangerous. “We’re going to do something for Kurt and Blaine,” she said, not leaving any room for argument. “You sure as hell owe him this, Captain Closet.”
Dave was resigned to his fate of being unhappy, confused and feeling trapped inside his own mind for the foreseeable future. What did it matter what Santana wanted to do? He would do it because she had the power to ruin his life. He just nodded dumbly at Santana and followed obediently as she led him by the hand across the dancefloor to where Kurt and Blaine were standing.
“I can see what you’re thinking, both of you,” Santana’s voice startled both Kurt and Blaine. They both instinctively shifted their stance and widened the gap between their hands, as if they had been caught in a lewd act. Kurt glanced at Blaine, who seemed not to know what to say, and then looked at Santana and Dave. Santana was looking dangerously excited and Kurt knew there was a plot afoot; while Dave just looked exhausted by the effort of the evening. Probably fair enough, considering he’s having to put up with Santana’s crazy, Kurt mused with an inward smile.
“Well I know what I’m thinking,” Kurt responded, having decided to play along and keep it light, “that you look way better than that other girl wearing your dress - for starters her accessorizing and shoes are a disaster - ruffled peep toes?!” Kurt shook his head and tsked at the fashion choice.
“Of course I look better than her,” Santana waved the very idea that anything else could be true away with her hand. “But I was more talking about you two,” he smiled cheekily, pointing at them both. “I know what you’re thinking... and I like those dirty thoughts.”
Blaine quickly cleared his throat. “And what dirty thoughts do you think those are Santana?” he inquired politely, albeit with a glint in his eye, also playing along.
Santana leaned in so her head was between Blaine and Kurt’s, and whispered huskily for both to hear: “That you would like nothing better than to be engaging in some incredibly inappropriate fooling around in a quiet place right now...” she let the words linger as her raspy voice trailed into nothingness, and listened to both the boys’ breathing hitch at the suggestion. She smiled confidently, standing back up straight to watch the show of emotions play across their faces.
Kurt wasn’t going to lie to himself, he had spent most of the night imagining his lips on Blaine’s, their hands moving all over each other’s bodies. He had considered pulling Blaine into the corridor or a classroom somewhere but his boyfriend’s unease at the idea of Prom had not dissipated upon arrival. They were having fun, of course, and were loving each other’s company, but there was an underlying malaise about the whole situation that Kurt had been trying to ignore. Then again, maybe a good make-out session would fix all that - if only Blaine would agree.
“Ummm Santana I’m not sure that would be the best idea at this school,” Blaine, ever polite, was trying to reason with her.
“He’s got a point,” Dave spoke for the first time, addressing Santana but looking at Kurt, the generally pained expression that had adorned his face for most of the week still there. “Most of the guys we’ve been protecting Kurt from all week are here, and now drunk - it wouldn’t take much for it to get ugly.
“You think I don’t get that?” Santana sighed impatiently, looking to the ceiling and spoke to no-one in particular: “Sometimes it’s like talking to children, I tells ya”
She looked back to Kurt and Blaine. “Here’s the deal, I like it when people are getting their sexy on - because... well... it’s hot. And you guys,” she reached out and grabbed onto one of each of Blaine and Kurt’s shoulders, “well you guys should be getting your sexy on like crazy because you’re both pretty hot and totally hot for each other...” Blaine and Kurt looked at each other, amused, while Santana kept talking. “So Auntie Santana’s going to create a safe environment for you guys - in the choir room - and Dave and I here are going to act as your cover by getting all hot and heavy in the hallway just outside for all to see and be jealous.” She crossed her arms triumphantly and looked at the boys. “Well? Am I brilliant or what - let’s go!”
“Wow, wow Santana wait,” Blaine pulled back as Santana grabbed his hand and tried to pull him and Kurt towards the exit.
“Wow, wow nothing,” Santana said, “You both want this and you know it.” She leaned in to whisper into their ears again, speaking to both of them individually at once. “You want your lips on his, to feel his breathing get heavy, to feel his hand reaching under your shirt, untucking it from your pants as his fingers trace along your stomach, hovering just above your button to your pants, causing you to think you’ll explode with need and desire...” she smiled at how ragged their breathing was becoming at her suggestions, and stepped back again. “So no arguments - let’s go.”
She grabbed their hands again and started walking backwards, pulling them with her. Her eyes sparkled with devious glee. “It’s time to get it on... we’ve got about 15 minutes before I’m coronated.” Kurt and Blaine looked at each other, breathless and excited, any uneasiness forgotten, as they followed her out of the room.
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( Go straight to Part 2!)
A/N: Ok I had intended to do this as a one-shot but have run out of time - apparently I’m expected to actually turn up at work and, y’know, do work. So this is a teaser - for me more than anyone else cos I really want to write the rest of this ☺
Title: Prom Interlude
Summary: At Santana’s insistence, and with her standing guard in the hall, Blaine and Kurt enjoy some “alone time” in the choir room at McKinley during Prom (NB. Takes place before the announcement of Prom King & Queen)
Part: 1( of 2)
Word count: 1,407
Disclaimer: Yeah I don’t own Glee - you know the drill.
Spoilers: “Prom Queen”… obviously (has anyone here not seen it yet?!)
Pairing: Klaine
Characters: Kurt, Blaine, Santana, Karofsky
Rating: PG-13
Category: Fluff/Romance
A/N: As per usual, I write fics/scene that I would like to see. I share because I like sharing the love :-)
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Santana looked across the room from her awkward dancing embrace with Karofsky, surveying the scene and trying not to think about the fact that there was someone else she would much rather be dancing with. That wasn’t quite true. The first thought on her mind was how she wished there was a real band and not Rachel “my middle name is annoying” Berry singing, but she had to admit the song was good so she gave Rachel a pass for that.
As she looked around the room, specifically trying to *not* look at Brittany, she gazed enviously at the other couples. She saw Quinn and Finn, Mike and Tina, and Puck and Lauren, but she couldn’t see Kurt and Blaine dancing. This puzzled her. After all the overt work she had put into getting them to Prom, where were they? A tiny smile formed on her lips... perhaps they had found some space somewhere? She frowned a bit as the smile seeped from her face - as much as she’d like to think they were doing that she knew this school all too well and it probably wouldn’t be the safest thing to do.
Dave moved a bit too quickly for the music and his foot touched Santana’s toe, almost stepping on it outright. He grunted in apology and quickly stepped back a little - while not letting go - to dance at a safer distance. Santana glanced up at him, irritated, but didn’t say anything. Instead, she returned to her survey of the room, searching for the boys. Eventually her eyes found them, standing at the edge of the dancefloor near where Becky was dancing with her date. She didn’t know what kind of conversation they were having, but their body language was clear - they both leaned slightly into one another and their hands kept brushing against each other’s. Despite their hesitancy, they both wanted contact.
Brittany walked through the dancefloor in front of Santana and Santana’s eyes dropped to the floor, just to make sure no-one could see the disappointment and pain that flashed across them. She felt her cheeks becoming hot and instinctively grabbed onto Dave a bit more tightly - not out of any feeling for him but out of pent up confusion and anger. She couldn’t be with Brittany, but there was no reason Kurt and Blaine needed to be so separated from each other - they were at their Prom and she was going to make sure they got the chance to fool around in a closet or classroom or whatever - just like any other teens who are crazy about each other and jacked up full of hormones.
The song came to an end and Santana looked up to Dave, smiling sweetly with that glint in her eyes that everyone in the school knew was dangerous. “We’re going to do something for Kurt and Blaine,” she said, not leaving any room for argument. “You sure as hell owe him this, Captain Closet.”
Dave was resigned to his fate of being unhappy, confused and feeling trapped inside his own mind for the foreseeable future. What did it matter what Santana wanted to do? He would do it because she had the power to ruin his life. He just nodded dumbly at Santana and followed obediently as she led him by the hand across the dancefloor to where Kurt and Blaine were standing.
“I can see what you’re thinking, both of you,” Santana’s voice startled both Kurt and Blaine. They both instinctively shifted their stance and widened the gap between their hands, as if they had been caught in a lewd act. Kurt glanced at Blaine, who seemed not to know what to say, and then looked at Santana and Dave. Santana was looking dangerously excited and Kurt knew there was a plot afoot; while Dave just looked exhausted by the effort of the evening. Probably fair enough, considering he’s having to put up with Santana’s crazy, Kurt mused with an inward smile.
“Well I know what I’m thinking,” Kurt responded, having decided to play along and keep it light, “that you look way better than that other girl wearing your dress - for starters her accessorizing and shoes are a disaster - ruffled peep toes?!” Kurt shook his head and tsked at the fashion choice.
“Of course I look better than her,” Santana waved the very idea that anything else could be true away with her hand. “But I was more talking about you two,” he smiled cheekily, pointing at them both. “I know what you’re thinking... and I like those dirty thoughts.”
Blaine quickly cleared his throat. “And what dirty thoughts do you think those are Santana?” he inquired politely, albeit with a glint in his eye, also playing along.
Santana leaned in so her head was between Blaine and Kurt’s, and whispered huskily for both to hear: “That you would like nothing better than to be engaging in some incredibly inappropriate fooling around in a quiet place right now...” she let the words linger as her raspy voice trailed into nothingness, and listened to both the boys’ breathing hitch at the suggestion. She smiled confidently, standing back up straight to watch the show of emotions play across their faces.
Kurt wasn’t going to lie to himself, he had spent most of the night imagining his lips on Blaine’s, their hands moving all over each other’s bodies. He had considered pulling Blaine into the corridor or a classroom somewhere but his boyfriend’s unease at the idea of Prom had not dissipated upon arrival. They were having fun, of course, and were loving each other’s company, but there was an underlying malaise about the whole situation that Kurt had been trying to ignore. Then again, maybe a good make-out session would fix all that - if only Blaine would agree.
“Ummm Santana I’m not sure that would be the best idea at this school,” Blaine, ever polite, was trying to reason with her.
“He’s got a point,” Dave spoke for the first time, addressing Santana but looking at Kurt, the generally pained expression that had adorned his face for most of the week still there. “Most of the guys we’ve been protecting Kurt from all week are here, and now drunk - it wouldn’t take much for it to get ugly.
“You think I don’t get that?” Santana sighed impatiently, looking to the ceiling and spoke to no-one in particular: “Sometimes it’s like talking to children, I tells ya”
She looked back to Kurt and Blaine. “Here’s the deal, I like it when people are getting their sexy on - because... well... it’s hot. And you guys,” she reached out and grabbed onto one of each of Blaine and Kurt’s shoulders, “well you guys should be getting your sexy on like crazy because you’re both pretty hot and totally hot for each other...” Blaine and Kurt looked at each other, amused, while Santana kept talking. “So Auntie Santana’s going to create a safe environment for you guys - in the choir room - and Dave and I here are going to act as your cover by getting all hot and heavy in the hallway just outside for all to see and be jealous.” She crossed her arms triumphantly and looked at the boys. “Well? Am I brilliant or what - let’s go!”
“Wow, wow Santana wait,” Blaine pulled back as Santana grabbed his hand and tried to pull him and Kurt towards the exit.
“Wow, wow nothing,” Santana said, “You both want this and you know it.” She leaned in to whisper into their ears again, speaking to both of them individually at once. “You want your lips on his, to feel his breathing get heavy, to feel his hand reaching under your shirt, untucking it from your pants as his fingers trace along your stomach, hovering just above your button to your pants, causing you to think you’ll explode with need and desire...” she smiled at how ragged their breathing was becoming at her suggestions, and stepped back again. “So no arguments - let’s go.”
She grabbed their hands again and started walking backwards, pulling them with her. Her eyes sparkled with devious glee. “It’s time to get it on... we’ve got about 15 minutes before I’m coronated.” Kurt and Blaine looked at each other, breathless and excited, any uneasiness forgotten, as they followed her out of the room.
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( Go straight to Part 2!)
A/N: Ok I had intended to do this as a one-shot but have run out of time - apparently I’m expected to actually turn up at work and, y’know, do work. So this is a teaser - for me more than anyone else cos I really want to write the rest of this ☺