Push It
Title: Push It
Author: nerdyandromeda
Spoilers: None
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: scatterbrained!wes, sexual innuendo
A/N: This was inspired (as most funny fanfics are) by the lovely infraredphaeton and her SPAH’verse. The fic where Blaine saw Kurt’s “Single Ladies” video was amazing, and I thought I’d give it a try! Plus, I’m kind of suffering writer’s block with my other story. And, just a thought, maybe some of us authors could get together and make a series of fics about the Dalton boys finding the New Directions Youtube channel? (Obviously made by Rachel). Just a thought. Enjoy! Warning: Wes’ thoughts are scatterbrained, so beware! There is a slight difference, though. In mine, Kurt is already at Dalton. Also, how in Gaga's name do I get an author's tag?
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After the “Single Ladies” video, Wes was convinced that there were more of these amazing videos of this talented new Warbler. So, after much Youtube searching, he found it: the New Directions Youtube page. It has all of their performances from the year before (obviously none from this year, Wes thought, disappointed. He was hoping to get a leg up on them), and Kurt HAD to be there somewhere. After sorting through the extensive videos of Rachel (who obviously made the page, Wes noticed, because Kurt would have rather cut himself than have the page look like this, with the argyle and-shudder-hearts), he finally found a few of all of them. One in particular caught his eye and made him stop his cookie halfway to his mouth. “Oh. My. Gaga.” He muttered, then wondered why the hell he had said that. Too much Kurt. He dropped the cookie and ran down the hallway, “Blaine! Jim! Everybody, get your asses out here! You have got to see this!” Soon, all of the boys were out in the hallway.
“Wes, for the love of all that is holy, what do you want!?” Jim yelled, and Wes was a little shocked to see him in non-flaming flannel pajamas. He shook his head and looked at each one.
“We have another video.” The boys looked at each other and ducked back into their rooms. A few minutes later, clad in hoodies, boots, and in Blaine’s case, glasses, they all rushed into Wes’ room. “Hey,” he asked Eric, “where’s Liam?”
Wes jumped at Eric’s voice coming from the top of his bookshelf, “He’s on a weekend trip with his family . Hey, can I have this magic eight ball?”
“Okay, what song did Kurt dance to now?” Harry said, yawning.
“No, its-you know what, just watch. And no, Eric, you can’t.”
He pressed play.
Ah, ssss, push it…
Ah, ssss, push it…
After the video finished, Wes noted the following responses:
Pratik, who had somehow managed to come in with his guitar without anyone seeing (Wes swears he’s a ninja) couldn’t even think of something to play in response.
Jim sat there, fanning himself. “Dear Lord, moves like that should be illegal. Is it bad that I’m a little hot for that wheelchair kid?”
Eric stared at the screen, “I still love Rachel.”
David sat back, “Damn, Tina is a gothic hunk of sexy.”
Wes, himself, busted out laughing. “Oh, God, only the McKinley kids would think of this! If I wasn’t so disgusted with the way Glee club is treated at that school, I would transfer there!”
Blaine just sat there. Wes looked over. “Blaine? Blaine, you’re drooling.”
Blaine looked up, cleared his throat and got up shakily. The other guys looked over at him, and saw-Wes was almost ashamed to admit-everything that Blaine was thinking, and burst out laughing. “I’m just, um, going to, um…I’ll be right back!” He yelled, taking off out the door holding his hoodie in front of him.
He ran to Kurt’s room and banged on the door. Kurt answered, iPod in his ears. “Hey Blaine, where’s the fire?” Blaine laughed. If only he knew the severity of what he said…
“Um, hey, can I…wow, um, do you remember the “Push It” number you did at McKinley?”
Kurt stepped back, surprised He pulled his ear buds out. “Yeah, how did you-”
“Good.” Blaine said, running into Kurt and kissing him full on the mouth. “Can you do those moves again?” He said with a smile.
“Why, yes, I believe I can.” Kurt replied with a grin, kissing his boyfriend again and closing the door.
Author: nerdyandromeda
Spoilers: None
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: scatterbrained!wes, sexual innuendo
A/N: This was inspired (as most funny fanfics are) by the lovely infraredphaeton and her SPAH’verse. The fic where Blaine saw Kurt’s “Single Ladies” video was amazing, and I thought I’d give it a try! Plus, I’m kind of suffering writer’s block with my other story. And, just a thought, maybe some of us authors could get together and make a series of fics about the Dalton boys finding the New Directions Youtube channel? (Obviously made by Rachel). Just a thought. Enjoy! Warning: Wes’ thoughts are scatterbrained, so beware! There is a slight difference, though. In mine, Kurt is already at Dalton. Also, how in Gaga's name do I get an author's tag?
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After the “Single Ladies” video, Wes was convinced that there were more of these amazing videos of this talented new Warbler. So, after much Youtube searching, he found it: the New Directions Youtube page. It has all of their performances from the year before (obviously none from this year, Wes thought, disappointed. He was hoping to get a leg up on them), and Kurt HAD to be there somewhere. After sorting through the extensive videos of Rachel (who obviously made the page, Wes noticed, because Kurt would have rather cut himself than have the page look like this, with the argyle and-shudder-hearts), he finally found a few of all of them. One in particular caught his eye and made him stop his cookie halfway to his mouth. “Oh. My. Gaga.” He muttered, then wondered why the hell he had said that. Too much Kurt. He dropped the cookie and ran down the hallway, “Blaine! Jim! Everybody, get your asses out here! You have got to see this!” Soon, all of the boys were out in the hallway.
“Wes, for the love of all that is holy, what do you want!?” Jim yelled, and Wes was a little shocked to see him in non-flaming flannel pajamas. He shook his head and looked at each one.
“We have another video.” The boys looked at each other and ducked back into their rooms. A few minutes later, clad in hoodies, boots, and in Blaine’s case, glasses, they all rushed into Wes’ room. “Hey,” he asked Eric, “where’s Liam?”
Wes jumped at Eric’s voice coming from the top of his bookshelf, “He’s on a weekend trip with his family . Hey, can I have this magic eight ball?”
“Okay, what song did Kurt dance to now?” Harry said, yawning.
“No, its-you know what, just watch. And no, Eric, you can’t.”
He pressed play.
Ah, ssss, push it…
Ah, ssss, push it…
After the video finished, Wes noted the following responses:
Pratik, who had somehow managed to come in with his guitar without anyone seeing (Wes swears he’s a ninja) couldn’t even think of something to play in response.
Jim sat there, fanning himself. “Dear Lord, moves like that should be illegal. Is it bad that I’m a little hot for that wheelchair kid?”
Eric stared at the screen, “I still love Rachel.”
David sat back, “Damn, Tina is a gothic hunk of sexy.”
Wes, himself, busted out laughing. “Oh, God, only the McKinley kids would think of this! If I wasn’t so disgusted with the way Glee club is treated at that school, I would transfer there!”
Blaine just sat there. Wes looked over. “Blaine? Blaine, you’re drooling.”
Blaine looked up, cleared his throat and got up shakily. The other guys looked over at him, and saw-Wes was almost ashamed to admit-everything that Blaine was thinking, and burst out laughing. “I’m just, um, going to, um…I’ll be right back!” He yelled, taking off out the door holding his hoodie in front of him.
He ran to Kurt’s room and banged on the door. Kurt answered, iPod in his ears. “Hey Blaine, where’s the fire?” Blaine laughed. If only he knew the severity of what he said…
“Um, hey, can I…wow, um, do you remember the “Push It” number you did at McKinley?”
Kurt stepped back, surprised He pulled his ear buds out. “Yeah, how did you-”
“Good.” Blaine said, running into Kurt and kissing him full on the mouth. “Can you do those moves again?” He said with a smile.
“Why, yes, I believe I can.” Kurt replied with a grin, kissing his boyfriend again and closing the door.