A Minor Musical Mutiny 2/13
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.
Chapter 1
Blaine had just set his dishes on the drainer when his phone started playing All I Want Is You. Wiping his hands on a dish towel, Blaine snagged the phone from beside the sink and answered. ‘Well?’
‘All systems go,’ Kurt said, sounding excited.
‘Your dad’s okay with it?’ Blaine asked.
‘Yep. Well,’ Kurt said, awkwardly, ‘he said the word "condom" about twelve times too many for comfort.’
‘How many times did he say it?’ Blaine asked as he turned away from the dark winter evening visible through the kitchen windows, and leant against the counter.
‘About twelve.’ Blaine laughed. ‘Oh, and we have to promise to take a can of gas, a bottle of coolant and a spare tire in whichever car we take up. I think he was more concerned about that than the condoms.’ Blaine could tell Kurt was rolling his eyes. ‘You could have stayed for dinner,’ Kurt said after a moment. He sounded reproachful.
Blaine sighed. ‘I can’t have dinner at your house every night, Kurt,’ he said quietly. ‘Not without paying rent or something.’
‘Please,’ Kurt scoffed. ‘You love football and you can build a car from scratch. I think you’re more welcome at that table than I am.’ He was joking, but Blaine could hear the old insecurity behind his words. Standing up, he left the kitchen, switching the light off as he went.
‘Kurt,’ he said gently, ‘you know that’s not true.’
‘I know,’ Kurt said softly. ‘Did you eat something?’
‘Yes.’ Moving with practiced ease through the lightless hallway, Blaine climbed the ornate mahogany staircase to his darkened bedroom, switching on his bedside lamp as he sat on the edge of his bed. ‘I warmed up that hot pot you made. I can cook, you know.’
‘There’s only so many times you can eat spaghetti and meatballs before the scurvy sets in,’ Kurt retorted. ‘Besides, you know I love to cook.’
Blaine smiled and lay back on his bed, one hand resting beneath his head. ‘I know,’ Blaine said warmly. ‘You’re a feeder.’
‘Nonsense,’ Kurt said quickly. ‘I just like a boyfriend with all his teeth still in his head.’
‘Well,’ Blaine said, making a face, ‘that’s an image I could have lived without.’ Kurt laughed. ‘I better go,’ Blaine said reluctantly. ‘It’s getting late and it’s already going to take you about four hours to pack.’
‘Oh, you know me so well,’ Kurt said airily. ‘We’re leaving early tomorrow. If Mr Schue expects us to be in "first thing", we need to be on the road by nine am.’
Blaine winced. ‘Okay, I’ll come over at eight. I can crash your breakfast so you can reassure yourself that I’m starting the day right.’
‘Exactly,’ Kurt said, ignoring Blaine’s facetious tone. ‘Sleep well,’ he said in a quieter voice.
‘You too,’ Blaine said quietly. ‘Love you.’
‘I love you, too,’ Kurt said softly. ‘See you tomorrow.’
‘Tomorrow,’ Blaine said, forcing himself to hang up. Sighing into the empty room, Blaine set his phone aside and began to prepare for bed.
~*~*~
Early the next morning, Kurt was busy preparing breakfast when he felt a hand rest on his hip and a soft voice whispered, ‘Help me.’
‘Coffee’s on the counter,’ Kurt said, smiling.
Blaine sighed in relief. ‘I love you,’ he said, crossing to the counter to pour coffee into the mug set out beside the cafetiere.
‘You love coffee,’ Kurt corrected good-naturedly.
‘I love coffee and you,’ Blaine retorted, adding cinnamon to his mug and gratefully breathing in the scent of fresh coffee. Crossing to the breakfast bar against the far wall, he dropped onto one of the stools, leaning into the corner formed by the conjunction of the wall and one of the kitchen counters.
‘Well, love some bacon and eggs as well,’ Kurt said, dividing the food between three plates.
As he reached over to set Blaine’s plate before him, Blaine hooked one hand around the back of Kurt’s neck. ‘I love you more than coffee,’ he said quietly.
Kurt reached up to cup Blaine’s cheek. ‘And I love you more than you love coffee,’ he murmured. Blaine smiled softly and reached up to kiss him.
‘What do you have in these cases,’ Finn called, piling Kurt’s matching designer luggage at the kitchen door.
Kurt sighed and leant his forehead against Blaine’s. ‘It’s like he knows,’ he whispered.
He barely had time to register Blaine’s smirk, before he felt the press of Blaine’s lips against his own.
‘Hey, hey, none of that,’ Finn said. Blaine ignored him, pulling Kurt closer. In danger of overbalancing, Kurt reached out to brace himself against the breakfast bar. Suddenly, Blaine pulled back, giving Kurt a quick kiss and a wicked wink, and reaching for his mug of coffee again.
Looking slightly dazed, Kurt straightened up and coughed. ‘Sorry,’ he said breathlessly, to a stunned and disturbed Finn, ‘he gets a bit...stubborn before breakfast.’ Avoiding Finn’s eye, he handed over a plate of scrambled eggs and bacon and turned back to collect his own plate.
‘Right, well,’ Finn muttered, taking a seat opposite Blaine, who was leaning against the wall again, drinking his coffee, but still wearing the same disturbing, satisfied smirk. It was not an expression Finn had ever seen him wear before. Deciding to follow Kurt’s lead and ignore the entire incident, Finn applied himself to his eggs.
‘I better see some of those eggs follow that coffee,’ Kurt muttered archly, taking a seat next to Blaine.
‘Eating, eating,’ Blaine murmured, leaning forward and scooping up a forkful of egg. Satisfied, Kurt started on his own breakfast.
~*~*~
As Kurt was collecting the breakfast dishes, a message alert sounded on Finn’s phone.
‘Rachel’s here,’ he said, in response to their curious expressions. Rising from the breakfast bar, Finn headed for the front door.
Carrying his mug over to the dishwasher, where Kurt was stacking their plates with unnecessary force, Blaine set his mug on the counter and reached out to rub a hand across Kurt’s back. ‘Are you gonna be okay with this?’ he asked anxiously. ‘I know how hard it is for you to shut her out like this.’
‘I’m fine,’ Kurt said, favouring him with a particularly false smile, and adding Blaine’s mug to the dishwasher.
‘Kurt,’ Blaine said. ‘This is me. The four of us spent most of our summer together. You guys started referring to yourselves as future in-laws.’
‘Look,’ Kurt said, shutting the dishwasher and turning to face Blaine, ‘were we close? Yes. But what she did was inexcusable.’
‘I know, but-’ Blaine began.
‘It’ll be fine. We’ll just be the kind of in-laws that only see each other on the holidays and make awkward conversation when we come across each other in the hallway.’
‘Once you start speaking to her again.’
Kurt gave a pained smile. ‘Right. Then,’ he said quietly. Blaine slid his hand down Kurt’s arm and entwined their fingers. Kurt smiled gratefully.
‘Uh, guys,’ Finn said, appearing in the kitchen doorway, looking awkward. ‘We should get going.’
‘Sure thing,’ Kurt said, sharing his false smile with Finn, who looked as unconvinced as Blaine had been. ‘Let me just put the dishwasher on, and could you big, strong boys take my luggage out to the car?’
‘Sure,’ Blaine said, squeezing Kurt’s hand once and letting go. ‘Whose car are we taking?’
Finn looked puzzled. ‘Mine can only take two people, unless you guys wanna sit in the open and hang on.’
‘Hardly,’ Kurt commented. ‘Even my hair spray can’t defy wind at that speed.’
Blaine smirked. ‘You mean, even my hair spray. I keep telling you mine is stronger.’
‘And yet it still can’t withstand high speeds in the open air,’ Kurt retorted. Blaine shrugged good-naturedly, Finn smiled.
‘We could take mine.’ Rachel said softly. Finn stepped aside to reveal her standing in the hallway, looking apprehensively at Kurt. ‘It can take four, and all of Kurt’s luggage.’ She smiled fondly at Kurt, who turned his back and switched on the dishwasher.
There was a moment of awkward silence, before Blaine said, ‘Um, or we could take mine.’
‘I call shotgun,’ Kurt said immediately, turning back and pressing a kiss to Blaine’s cheek. Rachel bit her lip and walked away.
‘Right, well, let’s get the luggage,’ Finn said. Blaine nodded fervently and the two boys gathered together Kurt’s bags and Finn’s, much smaller, backpack. Kurt swept up his vanity case and followed behind them. ‘This is gonna be fun,’ Finn muttered. Blaine said nothing.
Chapter 3
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.
Chapter 1
Blaine had just set his dishes on the drainer when his phone started playing All I Want Is You. Wiping his hands on a dish towel, Blaine snagged the phone from beside the sink and answered. ‘Well?’
‘All systems go,’ Kurt said, sounding excited.
‘Your dad’s okay with it?’ Blaine asked.
‘Yep. Well,’ Kurt said, awkwardly, ‘he said the word "condom" about twelve times too many for comfort.’
‘How many times did he say it?’ Blaine asked as he turned away from the dark winter evening visible through the kitchen windows, and leant against the counter.
‘About twelve.’ Blaine laughed. ‘Oh, and we have to promise to take a can of gas, a bottle of coolant and a spare tire in whichever car we take up. I think he was more concerned about that than the condoms.’ Blaine could tell Kurt was rolling his eyes. ‘You could have stayed for dinner,’ Kurt said after a moment. He sounded reproachful.
Blaine sighed. ‘I can’t have dinner at your house every night, Kurt,’ he said quietly. ‘Not without paying rent or something.’
‘Please,’ Kurt scoffed. ‘You love football and you can build a car from scratch. I think you’re more welcome at that table than I am.’ He was joking, but Blaine could hear the old insecurity behind his words. Standing up, he left the kitchen, switching the light off as he went.
‘Kurt,’ he said gently, ‘you know that’s not true.’
‘I know,’ Kurt said softly. ‘Did you eat something?’
‘Yes.’ Moving with practiced ease through the lightless hallway, Blaine climbed the ornate mahogany staircase to his darkened bedroom, switching on his bedside lamp as he sat on the edge of his bed. ‘I warmed up that hot pot you made. I can cook, you know.’
‘There’s only so many times you can eat spaghetti and meatballs before the scurvy sets in,’ Kurt retorted. ‘Besides, you know I love to cook.’
Blaine smiled and lay back on his bed, one hand resting beneath his head. ‘I know,’ Blaine said warmly. ‘You’re a feeder.’
‘Nonsense,’ Kurt said quickly. ‘I just like a boyfriend with all his teeth still in his head.’
‘Well,’ Blaine said, making a face, ‘that’s an image I could have lived without.’ Kurt laughed. ‘I better go,’ Blaine said reluctantly. ‘It’s getting late and it’s already going to take you about four hours to pack.’
‘Oh, you know me so well,’ Kurt said airily. ‘We’re leaving early tomorrow. If Mr Schue expects us to be in "first thing", we need to be on the road by nine am.’
Blaine winced. ‘Okay, I’ll come over at eight. I can crash your breakfast so you can reassure yourself that I’m starting the day right.’
‘Exactly,’ Kurt said, ignoring Blaine’s facetious tone. ‘Sleep well,’ he said in a quieter voice.
‘You too,’ Blaine said quietly. ‘Love you.’
‘I love you, too,’ Kurt said softly. ‘See you tomorrow.’
‘Tomorrow,’ Blaine said, forcing himself to hang up. Sighing into the empty room, Blaine set his phone aside and began to prepare for bed.
~*~*~
Early the next morning, Kurt was busy preparing breakfast when he felt a hand rest on his hip and a soft voice whispered, ‘Help me.’
‘Coffee’s on the counter,’ Kurt said, smiling.
Blaine sighed in relief. ‘I love you,’ he said, crossing to the counter to pour coffee into the mug set out beside the cafetiere.
‘You love coffee,’ Kurt corrected good-naturedly.
‘I love coffee and you,’ Blaine retorted, adding cinnamon to his mug and gratefully breathing in the scent of fresh coffee. Crossing to the breakfast bar against the far wall, he dropped onto one of the stools, leaning into the corner formed by the conjunction of the wall and one of the kitchen counters.
‘Well, love some bacon and eggs as well,’ Kurt said, dividing the food between three plates.
As he reached over to set Blaine’s plate before him, Blaine hooked one hand around the back of Kurt’s neck. ‘I love you more than coffee,’ he said quietly.
Kurt reached up to cup Blaine’s cheek. ‘And I love you more than you love coffee,’ he murmured. Blaine smiled softly and reached up to kiss him.
‘What do you have in these cases,’ Finn called, piling Kurt’s matching designer luggage at the kitchen door.
Kurt sighed and leant his forehead against Blaine’s. ‘It’s like he knows,’ he whispered.
He barely had time to register Blaine’s smirk, before he felt the press of Blaine’s lips against his own.
‘Hey, hey, none of that,’ Finn said. Blaine ignored him, pulling Kurt closer. In danger of overbalancing, Kurt reached out to brace himself against the breakfast bar. Suddenly, Blaine pulled back, giving Kurt a quick kiss and a wicked wink, and reaching for his mug of coffee again.
Looking slightly dazed, Kurt straightened up and coughed. ‘Sorry,’ he said breathlessly, to a stunned and disturbed Finn, ‘he gets a bit...stubborn before breakfast.’ Avoiding Finn’s eye, he handed over a plate of scrambled eggs and bacon and turned back to collect his own plate.
‘Right, well,’ Finn muttered, taking a seat opposite Blaine, who was leaning against the wall again, drinking his coffee, but still wearing the same disturbing, satisfied smirk. It was not an expression Finn had ever seen him wear before. Deciding to follow Kurt’s lead and ignore the entire incident, Finn applied himself to his eggs.
‘I better see some of those eggs follow that coffee,’ Kurt muttered archly, taking a seat next to Blaine.
‘Eating, eating,’ Blaine murmured, leaning forward and scooping up a forkful of egg. Satisfied, Kurt started on his own breakfast.
~*~*~
As Kurt was collecting the breakfast dishes, a message alert sounded on Finn’s phone.
‘Rachel’s here,’ he said, in response to their curious expressions. Rising from the breakfast bar, Finn headed for the front door.
Carrying his mug over to the dishwasher, where Kurt was stacking their plates with unnecessary force, Blaine set his mug on the counter and reached out to rub a hand across Kurt’s back. ‘Are you gonna be okay with this?’ he asked anxiously. ‘I know how hard it is for you to shut her out like this.’
‘I’m fine,’ Kurt said, favouring him with a particularly false smile, and adding Blaine’s mug to the dishwasher.
‘Kurt,’ Blaine said. ‘This is me. The four of us spent most of our summer together. You guys started referring to yourselves as future in-laws.’
‘Look,’ Kurt said, shutting the dishwasher and turning to face Blaine, ‘were we close? Yes. But what she did was inexcusable.’
‘I know, but-’ Blaine began.
‘It’ll be fine. We’ll just be the kind of in-laws that only see each other on the holidays and make awkward conversation when we come across each other in the hallway.’
‘Once you start speaking to her again.’
Kurt gave a pained smile. ‘Right. Then,’ he said quietly. Blaine slid his hand down Kurt’s arm and entwined their fingers. Kurt smiled gratefully.
‘Uh, guys,’ Finn said, appearing in the kitchen doorway, looking awkward. ‘We should get going.’
‘Sure thing,’ Kurt said, sharing his false smile with Finn, who looked as unconvinced as Blaine had been. ‘Let me just put the dishwasher on, and could you big, strong boys take my luggage out to the car?’
‘Sure,’ Blaine said, squeezing Kurt’s hand once and letting go. ‘Whose car are we taking?’
Finn looked puzzled. ‘Mine can only take two people, unless you guys wanna sit in the open and hang on.’
‘Hardly,’ Kurt commented. ‘Even my hair spray can’t defy wind at that speed.’
Blaine smirked. ‘You mean, even my hair spray. I keep telling you mine is stronger.’
‘And yet it still can’t withstand high speeds in the open air,’ Kurt retorted. Blaine shrugged good-naturedly, Finn smiled.
‘We could take mine.’ Rachel said softly. Finn stepped aside to reveal her standing in the hallway, looking apprehensively at Kurt. ‘It can take four, and all of Kurt’s luggage.’ She smiled fondly at Kurt, who turned his back and switched on the dishwasher.
There was a moment of awkward silence, before Blaine said, ‘Um, or we could take mine.’
‘I call shotgun,’ Kurt said immediately, turning back and pressing a kiss to Blaine’s cheek. Rachel bit her lip and walked away.
‘Right, well, let’s get the luggage,’ Finn said. Blaine nodded fervently and the two boys gathered together Kurt’s bags and Finn’s, much smaller, backpack. Kurt swept up his vanity case and followed behind them. ‘This is gonna be fun,’ Finn muttered. Blaine said nothing.
Chapter 3