Swagger | PG13 | Glee
Title: Swagger
Prompt: physical
Fandom: Sue Sylvester/Brenda Castle, Glee
Requested by: Jipsi_Starr
Rating: PG13
Word Count: 484
Disclaimer: Not mine. Wish they were. Please don't sue.
Author's Note: I love this pairing and I squeed to get a request for them. I love anyone who gets under Sue’s skin, which makes me adore Brenda even more. Please oh please let there be more Brenda in season two!
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Once Sue Sylvester appears in that ridiculous music video with Olivia Newton John, she takes to the halls of McKinley High with something akin to swagger. Brenda Castle believes that no middle aged woman in a track suit has any right to have swagger simply because she pranced around in a music video with a pop culture icon and a bunch of half-naked men.
Brenda crosses her arms in front of her chest and glares over the rims of her glasses as the cheerleading coach swaggers her way down the hall. She can barely feel the effects of the pills she had for lunch and it’s all Sue Sylvester’s fault.
No. Brenda will not stand for this.
“So which lame 80s hit are you gonna butcher next?” Brenda asks, glowing inside as Sue abruptly stops. “Maybe Toni Basil could teach you a thing or two about cheerleading. Too bad you wouldn’t be able to pull off a skirt. Wearing one, I mean. It’s no wonder what Sapphic Sue gets up to.”
Sue smirks and presses a finger to her pursed lips. She saunters slowly towards the locker against which Brenda leans and gives her a slow once-over. “This, Castle, is what is commonly referred to as jealousy. You’ll find that whatever you have to say no longer bothers me. You see,” Sue says, pausing to flick a strand of Brenda’s hair out of her face, “this little display is simply a reminder than I am, in fact, better than you.” She rubs her fingers together as if she’s wiping away a spot of dirt.
Brenda makes a horrified expression, her face burning hot with humiliation. She huffs and she knows Sue can smell the wine on her breath. “Let me break it down for you, Sylvester-this pedestal you’ve constructed for yourself? Just because you put yourself up there doesn’t mean we all worship at your feet. You’re just as sad and pathetic as the rest of us. You’re in Ohio. There’s no moving up from here.”
Something flickers in Sue’s eyes. The superior lilt in her voice is lost. “You’re a mess, Castle. You’ve got nothing on this.”
“But I’m a hot mess,” Brenda quips, arching her back a little to throw out her rather spectacular, rather expensive breasts. She looks good and she knows it.
Sue’s eyes slowly rake along her body, burning everywhere they gaze. “That remains to be seen.” Her eyes scan her chest once more before their eyes meet and Sue turns away.
Brenda is caught off guard. Her lesbian joke had been just that-a joke-but now she’s unsettled. She feels all funny inside and she knows it’s not the Oxy.
As Sue swaggers away, Brenda cannot help but appreciate the sway of her hips. “Dammit,” she curses. She fans herself with her badminton racquet and stalks away in the opposite direction, humming “Physical” under her breath.
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Prompt: physical
Fandom: Sue Sylvester/Brenda Castle, Glee
Requested by: Jipsi_Starr
Rating: PG13
Word Count: 484
Disclaimer: Not mine. Wish they were. Please don't sue.
Author's Note: I love this pairing and I squeed to get a request for them. I love anyone who gets under Sue’s skin, which makes me adore Brenda even more. Please oh please let there be more Brenda in season two!
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Once Sue Sylvester appears in that ridiculous music video with Olivia Newton John, she takes to the halls of McKinley High with something akin to swagger. Brenda Castle believes that no middle aged woman in a track suit has any right to have swagger simply because she pranced around in a music video with a pop culture icon and a bunch of half-naked men.
Brenda crosses her arms in front of her chest and glares over the rims of her glasses as the cheerleading coach swaggers her way down the hall. She can barely feel the effects of the pills she had for lunch and it’s all Sue Sylvester’s fault.
No. Brenda will not stand for this.
“So which lame 80s hit are you gonna butcher next?” Brenda asks, glowing inside as Sue abruptly stops. “Maybe Toni Basil could teach you a thing or two about cheerleading. Too bad you wouldn’t be able to pull off a skirt. Wearing one, I mean. It’s no wonder what Sapphic Sue gets up to.”
Sue smirks and presses a finger to her pursed lips. She saunters slowly towards the locker against which Brenda leans and gives her a slow once-over. “This, Castle, is what is commonly referred to as jealousy. You’ll find that whatever you have to say no longer bothers me. You see,” Sue says, pausing to flick a strand of Brenda’s hair out of her face, “this little display is simply a reminder than I am, in fact, better than you.” She rubs her fingers together as if she’s wiping away a spot of dirt.
Brenda makes a horrified expression, her face burning hot with humiliation. She huffs and she knows Sue can smell the wine on her breath. “Let me break it down for you, Sylvester-this pedestal you’ve constructed for yourself? Just because you put yourself up there doesn’t mean we all worship at your feet. You’re just as sad and pathetic as the rest of us. You’re in Ohio. There’s no moving up from here.”
Something flickers in Sue’s eyes. The superior lilt in her voice is lost. “You’re a mess, Castle. You’ve got nothing on this.”
“But I’m a hot mess,” Brenda quips, arching her back a little to throw out her rather spectacular, rather expensive breasts. She looks good and she knows it.
Sue’s eyes slowly rake along her body, burning everywhere they gaze. “That remains to be seen.” Her eyes scan her chest once more before their eyes meet and Sue turns away.
Brenda is caught off guard. Her lesbian joke had been just that-a joke-but now she’s unsettled. She feels all funny inside and she knows it’s not the Oxy.
As Sue swaggers away, Brenda cannot help but appreciate the sway of her hips. “Dammit,” she curses. She fans herself with her badminton racquet and stalks away in the opposite direction, humming “Physical” under her breath.
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