A Minor Musical Mutiny 1/13
Media: Fic
Title: A Minor Musical Mutiny
Rating: PG
Pairings: Kurt/Blaine, Rachel/Finn, Mike/Tina, Brittany/Santana
Spoilers: Episode 3.3 (Asian F), set shortly after Asian F, but AU from then on.
Warnings: None
Word Count: ~1,500
Summary: When Will plans to take up their holiday weekend with rehersals, the Glee Club up sticks and head out of Lima for a beach vacation.
Author’s Note: If you're looking for intense emotion and drama, this is not for you (although, you are, of course, welcome to read on anyway). If you're looking for fluff so sweet it'll put you in a sugar coma, welcome to the Candy Shoppe.
‘I’m not kidding, Blaine,’ Kurt said, watching idly as Blaine gently traced Kurt’s fingers with his own. ‘I really think Mr Schue is trying to kill me. He’s going to dance me to death. It’ll be like Black Swan: Ohio.’
‘Kurt,’ Blaine said, smiling gently as he leant back in the uncomfortable brown chairs of the music room and linked their hands together, ‘Mr Schue is not trying to kill you. He’s just fixated on winning Nationals. Look,’ he said suddenly, squeezing Kurt’s hand and leaning closer, ‘tomorrow is the start of the holiday weekend; why don’t we go out this weekend, do something fun?’
Kurt looked into Blaine’s bright, hazel eyes and smiled. ‘Okay,’ he said softly, leaning closer until his lips touched Blaine’s.
‘Break it up, guys,’ Finn called across the room. Kurt and Blaine broke apart, blushing furiously, as Finn and Rachel crossed to their seats. ‘As if I don’t see enough of that at home,’ Finn commented good-naturedly. Rachel smiled at Kurt, who ignored her. She looked at Blaine, who shrugged uncomfortably. Biting her lip, Rachel took her seat next to Finn.
‘What’s got the Dancing Queens all flustered?’ Santana asked, following Brittany into the music room. Taking her seat in front of them, she twisted round to look from Kurt who was staring her down, to Blaine, who avoided her eye. Suddenly she laughed. ‘You got caught, didn’t you?’ she said.
‘Who got caught and what were they doin’?’ Puck asked, dropping into his seat as the rest of the club filed in after him.
‘Kurt and Blaine,’ Santana informed him. ‘Making out.’
‘It wasn’t-’ Blaine started, but Puck interrupted him.
‘Alright, man, way to go,’ he said, reaching up to give Blaine a high five. Blaine shook his head, and Puck shrugged and retracted his hand.
‘Excuse me, where’s my congratulations?’ Kurt asked archly.
‘Oh, c’mon,’ Santana said, ‘I think we all know who the "bitch" is here.’
‘Yes, but we’re not talking about you,’ Kurt retorted. Blaine chuckled until Santana glared at him.
‘Don’t make me come up there, chico,’ she called, ignoring Brittany’s restraining hand on her arm as she gestured wildly at Blaine.
‘Alright, everyone,’ Will called, as he entered the room. ‘Santana, sit down,’ he added. ‘As you all know,’ he began, when everyone was paying attention, ‘tomorrow is the start of the holiday weekend.’ Kurt and Blaine smiled at each other and there were quite a few sighs of relief. ‘Which makes it the perfect time for us to get some extra practice in-’
‘What?’ Tina cried
‘But, Mr Schue-’ Finn began. Puck cut him off.
‘I got plans, Mr Schue, and none of ‘em involve singing showchoir songs.’
‘Preach,’ Artie said, reaching out his hand. Puck slapped it and the two boys grinned at each other.
‘Mr Schue,’ Rachel began, ‘while I would normally strongly support extra practice, and I will admit that there are several members of the Glee club who could positively benefit from it-’
‘Get to the point, Berry,’ Santana growled.
Rachel ignored her. ‘It’s a medically supported fact that taking a short break can result in a renewed focus and energy. I really think we ought to-’
‘No,’ Will said, in a tone that brooked no argument. ‘C’mon guys, you think Vocal Adrenaline take holiday weekends? No,’ he said, answering his own question. ‘If we’re gonna win this year, we have to give a hundred and ten percent, and that means no breaks. I want to see you all in here first thing tomorrow, warmed up and ready to sing! Now,’ he continued, ‘as for today, I’ve found a song that I think will be perfect for Sectionals.’
~*~*~
‘Hell with that,’ Santana told Brittany, her ponytail swishing as she strode angrily across the car park. ‘I’m not doing it. Mr Schue can take his extra practice and-’ Her rant was interrupted by the sound of a message alert on her phone. As she retrieved it from her bra, a message alert sounded on Brittany’s phone as well. ‘What the- it’s from Puck; "musical mutiny in the car park. Planning session at Finn’s truck".’
‘Well?’ Brittany asked, tucking her phone away. ‘You said you weren’t going. Sounds like you might have some support.’
Santana shrugged. ‘Fine,’ she said, changing direction to make her way over to Finn’s car. Several other members of the Glee club were gathered around it and Kurt was perched on the tailgate, talking to Blaine. ‘Tell me somebody’s got a plan,’ she called, as she and Brittany reached the group.
‘I do,’ Puck said, ‘it’s called "Get Out of Dodge".’
‘That’s not a bad idea,’ Finn said, looking around and lowering his voice, ‘we can argue all we want, but, if we’re in Lima, Mr Schue’ll convince us to come in. You know he will.’
‘Great plan,’ Quinn said, leaning against the truck, ‘just one flaw; where are we going to go? I don’t know about you, but I don’t know anyone with a convenient summer home.’
Kurt and Blaine exchanged a glance. Blaine nodded, and Kurt cleared his throat, drawing attention to himself. ‘I do,’ he said.
~*~*~
Kurt was lying on his bed, crossed ankles swinging idly as he compiled a list of possible future monikers - Kurt Anderson, Kurt Anderson-Hummel, Kurt Hummel-Anderson - when his bedroom door slowly opened and Finn slid into the room. Kurt raised one eyebrow curiously and went back to drawing hearts around his preferred married name.
‘I don’t think he saw me,’ Finn said, sighing with relief and closing the door behind him.
Kurt smiled without looking up. ‘He saw you.’
Finn frowned. ‘How do you know?’
‘Because you’re built like the Big Friendly Giant. Plus, he sees everything.’
Finn sighed and sat down on the stool in front of Kurt’s vanity table. ‘So, any thoughts on how to convince him to let us go away this weekend?’
Kurt hummed thoughtfully, tapping the end of his pen against his lower lip. ‘Not yet. It’s difficult to find the words to convey "Can I go away for the weekend with my friends" without making it sound like "Can I have permission to be deflowered in another town".’ Finn winced at Kurt’s phrasing and Kurt smirked.
‘So, this house,’ Finn said, quickly changing the subject, ‘have you seen it?’
‘No,’ Kurt said, moving to sit cross-legged on the bed, facing Finn. ‘Why?’
Finn looked uncomfortable. ‘I just...he has a summer home, Kurt,’ Finn said. ‘I hadn’t thought about it before, but...is Blaine...rich?’
Kurt raised both eyebrows in surprise. ‘Would it be a problem if he were?’
‘No,’ Finn said quickly. ‘Of course not, it’s just...’
‘Look,’ Kurt said, tucking his pen behind one ear, ‘first of all, Blaine does not have a summer home; his parents have a summer home. Secondly, it’s a summer home in Port Clinton, Finn, it’s hardly The Breakers.’
‘What are you saying about my house, Hummel?’ Both boys turned to see Blaine leaning on the door frame, one eyebrow arched enquiringly.
‘That it’s not a seventy-room mansion on Rhode Island,’ Kurt retorted, smiling at him.
Blaine shrugged. ‘Fair enough.’ Crossing the room, he took a seat next to Kurt, picking up the notepad Kurt had been doodling on previously. ‘I like that one,’ he commented, pointing to the name Kurt had been drawing hearts around. Kurt beamed.
Setting the notepad to one side, he turned to face Finn and smiled reassuringly. ‘I’m not rich, Finn,’ he said quietly. ‘My parents aren’t either, not really.’ He sighed. ‘I’d rather have your parents than my summer home, if it helps.’ He smiled sadly, and Kurt reached over and took his hand.
Finn smiled lop-sidedly. ‘If you spend any more time here, I think you might have both,’ he said.
Blaine looked at him sharply for a moment, then relaxed and laughed quietly. ‘Well, it’s a fair exchange, then, for letting me hang out here so much. So,’ he continued, nudging Kurt gently, ‘any suggestions on how to convince your Dad to let me sweep you away and have my wicked way with you?’ He winked at Kurt, who immediately started blushing. Finn laughed heartily. ‘Seriously, you guys,’ Blaine said, squeezing Kurt’s hand as he fought to regain composure, ‘your folks are awesome, and you have such a good relationship with them. Just...tell them the truth. Oh, and don’t use the phrase "wicked way".’ He smiled and released Kurt’s hand. ‘I should go,’ he murmured quietly, standing. Kurt sighed and climbed off his bed.
He walked Blaine to the front door, stealing a goodnight kiss before waving him off.
‘Blaine not staying for dinner?’ Burt asked, appearing as soon as the door was closed. Kurt shot a pointed look at Finn, who was standing on the stairs. Finn smiled wryly.
‘No,’ Kurt said, ‘um, we have something to talk to you and mom about.’
Burt glanced from Kurt to Finn and back before nodding slowly. ‘Okay, why don’t we go into the den?’
Chapter 2
Title: A Minor Musical Mutiny
Rating: PG
Pairings: Kurt/Blaine, Rachel/Finn, Mike/Tina, Brittany/Santana
Spoilers: Episode 3.3 (Asian F), set shortly after Asian F, but AU from then on.
Warnings: None
Word Count: ~1,500
Summary: When Will plans to take up their holiday weekend with rehersals, the Glee Club up sticks and head out of Lima for a beach vacation.
Author’s Note: If you're looking for intense emotion and drama, this is not for you (although, you are, of course, welcome to read on anyway). If you're looking for fluff so sweet it'll put you in a sugar coma, welcome to the Candy Shoppe.
‘I’m not kidding, Blaine,’ Kurt said, watching idly as Blaine gently traced Kurt’s fingers with his own. ‘I really think Mr Schue is trying to kill me. He’s going to dance me to death. It’ll be like Black Swan: Ohio.’
‘Kurt,’ Blaine said, smiling gently as he leant back in the uncomfortable brown chairs of the music room and linked their hands together, ‘Mr Schue is not trying to kill you. He’s just fixated on winning Nationals. Look,’ he said suddenly, squeezing Kurt’s hand and leaning closer, ‘tomorrow is the start of the holiday weekend; why don’t we go out this weekend, do something fun?’
Kurt looked into Blaine’s bright, hazel eyes and smiled. ‘Okay,’ he said softly, leaning closer until his lips touched Blaine’s.
‘Break it up, guys,’ Finn called across the room. Kurt and Blaine broke apart, blushing furiously, as Finn and Rachel crossed to their seats. ‘As if I don’t see enough of that at home,’ Finn commented good-naturedly. Rachel smiled at Kurt, who ignored her. She looked at Blaine, who shrugged uncomfortably. Biting her lip, Rachel took her seat next to Finn.
‘What’s got the Dancing Queens all flustered?’ Santana asked, following Brittany into the music room. Taking her seat in front of them, she twisted round to look from Kurt who was staring her down, to Blaine, who avoided her eye. Suddenly she laughed. ‘You got caught, didn’t you?’ she said.
‘Who got caught and what were they doin’?’ Puck asked, dropping into his seat as the rest of the club filed in after him.
‘Kurt and Blaine,’ Santana informed him. ‘Making out.’
‘It wasn’t-’ Blaine started, but Puck interrupted him.
‘Alright, man, way to go,’ he said, reaching up to give Blaine a high five. Blaine shook his head, and Puck shrugged and retracted his hand.
‘Excuse me, where’s my congratulations?’ Kurt asked archly.
‘Oh, c’mon,’ Santana said, ‘I think we all know who the "bitch" is here.’
‘Yes, but we’re not talking about you,’ Kurt retorted. Blaine chuckled until Santana glared at him.
‘Don’t make me come up there, chico,’ she called, ignoring Brittany’s restraining hand on her arm as she gestured wildly at Blaine.
‘Alright, everyone,’ Will called, as he entered the room. ‘Santana, sit down,’ he added. ‘As you all know,’ he began, when everyone was paying attention, ‘tomorrow is the start of the holiday weekend.’ Kurt and Blaine smiled at each other and there were quite a few sighs of relief. ‘Which makes it the perfect time for us to get some extra practice in-’
‘What?’ Tina cried
‘But, Mr Schue-’ Finn began. Puck cut him off.
‘I got plans, Mr Schue, and none of ‘em involve singing showchoir songs.’
‘Preach,’ Artie said, reaching out his hand. Puck slapped it and the two boys grinned at each other.
‘Mr Schue,’ Rachel began, ‘while I would normally strongly support extra practice, and I will admit that there are several members of the Glee club who could positively benefit from it-’
‘Get to the point, Berry,’ Santana growled.
Rachel ignored her. ‘It’s a medically supported fact that taking a short break can result in a renewed focus and energy. I really think we ought to-’
‘No,’ Will said, in a tone that brooked no argument. ‘C’mon guys, you think Vocal Adrenaline take holiday weekends? No,’ he said, answering his own question. ‘If we’re gonna win this year, we have to give a hundred and ten percent, and that means no breaks. I want to see you all in here first thing tomorrow, warmed up and ready to sing! Now,’ he continued, ‘as for today, I’ve found a song that I think will be perfect for Sectionals.’
~*~*~
‘Hell with that,’ Santana told Brittany, her ponytail swishing as she strode angrily across the car park. ‘I’m not doing it. Mr Schue can take his extra practice and-’ Her rant was interrupted by the sound of a message alert on her phone. As she retrieved it from her bra, a message alert sounded on Brittany’s phone as well. ‘What the- it’s from Puck; "musical mutiny in the car park. Planning session at Finn’s truck".’
‘Well?’ Brittany asked, tucking her phone away. ‘You said you weren’t going. Sounds like you might have some support.’
Santana shrugged. ‘Fine,’ she said, changing direction to make her way over to Finn’s car. Several other members of the Glee club were gathered around it and Kurt was perched on the tailgate, talking to Blaine. ‘Tell me somebody’s got a plan,’ she called, as she and Brittany reached the group.
‘I do,’ Puck said, ‘it’s called "Get Out of Dodge".’
‘That’s not a bad idea,’ Finn said, looking around and lowering his voice, ‘we can argue all we want, but, if we’re in Lima, Mr Schue’ll convince us to come in. You know he will.’
‘Great plan,’ Quinn said, leaning against the truck, ‘just one flaw; where are we going to go? I don’t know about you, but I don’t know anyone with a convenient summer home.’
Kurt and Blaine exchanged a glance. Blaine nodded, and Kurt cleared his throat, drawing attention to himself. ‘I do,’ he said.
~*~*~
Kurt was lying on his bed, crossed ankles swinging idly as he compiled a list of possible future monikers - Kurt Anderson, Kurt Anderson-Hummel, Kurt Hummel-Anderson - when his bedroom door slowly opened and Finn slid into the room. Kurt raised one eyebrow curiously and went back to drawing hearts around his preferred married name.
‘I don’t think he saw me,’ Finn said, sighing with relief and closing the door behind him.
Kurt smiled without looking up. ‘He saw you.’
Finn frowned. ‘How do you know?’
‘Because you’re built like the Big Friendly Giant. Plus, he sees everything.’
Finn sighed and sat down on the stool in front of Kurt’s vanity table. ‘So, any thoughts on how to convince him to let us go away this weekend?’
Kurt hummed thoughtfully, tapping the end of his pen against his lower lip. ‘Not yet. It’s difficult to find the words to convey "Can I go away for the weekend with my friends" without making it sound like "Can I have permission to be deflowered in another town".’ Finn winced at Kurt’s phrasing and Kurt smirked.
‘So, this house,’ Finn said, quickly changing the subject, ‘have you seen it?’
‘No,’ Kurt said, moving to sit cross-legged on the bed, facing Finn. ‘Why?’
Finn looked uncomfortable. ‘I just...he has a summer home, Kurt,’ Finn said. ‘I hadn’t thought about it before, but...is Blaine...rich?’
Kurt raised both eyebrows in surprise. ‘Would it be a problem if he were?’
‘No,’ Finn said quickly. ‘Of course not, it’s just...’
‘Look,’ Kurt said, tucking his pen behind one ear, ‘first of all, Blaine does not have a summer home; his parents have a summer home. Secondly, it’s a summer home in Port Clinton, Finn, it’s hardly The Breakers.’
‘What are you saying about my house, Hummel?’ Both boys turned to see Blaine leaning on the door frame, one eyebrow arched enquiringly.
‘That it’s not a seventy-room mansion on Rhode Island,’ Kurt retorted, smiling at him.
Blaine shrugged. ‘Fair enough.’ Crossing the room, he took a seat next to Kurt, picking up the notepad Kurt had been doodling on previously. ‘I like that one,’ he commented, pointing to the name Kurt had been drawing hearts around. Kurt beamed.
Setting the notepad to one side, he turned to face Finn and smiled reassuringly. ‘I’m not rich, Finn,’ he said quietly. ‘My parents aren’t either, not really.’ He sighed. ‘I’d rather have your parents than my summer home, if it helps.’ He smiled sadly, and Kurt reached over and took his hand.
Finn smiled lop-sidedly. ‘If you spend any more time here, I think you might have both,’ he said.
Blaine looked at him sharply for a moment, then relaxed and laughed quietly. ‘Well, it’s a fair exchange, then, for letting me hang out here so much. So,’ he continued, nudging Kurt gently, ‘any suggestions on how to convince your Dad to let me sweep you away and have my wicked way with you?’ He winked at Kurt, who immediately started blushing. Finn laughed heartily. ‘Seriously, you guys,’ Blaine said, squeezing Kurt’s hand as he fought to regain composure, ‘your folks are awesome, and you have such a good relationship with them. Just...tell them the truth. Oh, and don’t use the phrase "wicked way".’ He smiled and released Kurt’s hand. ‘I should go,’ he murmured quietly, standing. Kurt sighed and climbed off his bed.
He walked Blaine to the front door, stealing a goodnight kiss before waving him off.
‘Blaine not staying for dinner?’ Burt asked, appearing as soon as the door was closed. Kurt shot a pointed look at Finn, who was standing on the stairs. Finn smiled wryly.
‘No,’ Kurt said, ‘um, we have something to talk to you and mom about.’
Burt glanced from Kurt to Finn and back before nodding slowly. ‘Okay, why don’t we go into the den?’
Chapter 2