Karte 2 - Ich war betrunken
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120_minutenTitel: we're confused
Team: Dean
Challenge: Karte 2 - Ich war betrunken
Fandom: Glee
Rating: PG
Wörter: 910
Disclaimer: gehört alles nicht mir. spoilers für 2x14 und folgende.
Kommentar: ich bin der festen Überzeugung, dass ich es nicht in die crack-richtung gehen lassen wollte. aber es ist Glee, also hat das nicht funktioniert. es ist leicht crackig.
und auf Englisch.
Kurt was shaking his head the moment Rachel had started talking, simply out of spite, because she had shot down his idea that Blaine and he should perform “I know him so well” for the duets competition this year. And yes, he was quite aware of the homosexual innuendo, thank you very much, that’s why he wanted to do it. Blaine, of course, had just sat there and looked from one to the other, saying nothing to Kurt’s defense. In the end, Rachel had grabbed Mercedes and said that they would sing the song together, because it was after all sung by women in the original. Puck’s comment that that had never bothered Kurt had been meant well, but hadn’t exactly helped. Rachel stormed off, dragging an apologetic-looking Mercedes with her.
That’s why Kurt had been doing his best these past two days to undermine Rachel to try and show her that sometimes her competitive streak was developed a bit too well and that snagging songs from others because she thinks they’re better than her choices is not the right way to go about things. However, by the time Rachel was halfway through her speech about how her father’s weren’t home for the weekend and the liquor cabinet was full again and she needed more material for songwriting and now knew how to throw parties, Kurt was genuinely shaking his head.
“No, no way. We’re out. Sorry, Rachel. No can do.” Kurt folded his arms over his chest.
Rachel looked confused, Blaine looked confused, well, actually, everyone looked confused, except for Puck who looked upset at why anyone would want to miss an awesome party with lots of booze. But just then Mr. Schuester came in and the confusion stayed.
“So, who’s next?” he asked, dumping his teacher bag on a chair.
“Kurt!”
He ignored Blaine’s whisper.
“Kurt, ignoring me doesn’t make me forget,” said Blaine amused.
“It does sometimes.”
“No, I just don’t mention things again, but I don’t forget.”
Kurt couldn’t help the small smile playing on his lips while rolling his eyes at his ridiculous boyfriend. Ridiculous as in ridiculously good-looking. Kurt had to compliment himself on talking Blaine into using less of the hair gel and more of natural hair power. Blaine saw the smile and used the opportunity.
“Is this about what happened at Rachel’s last party?” and promptly was ignored again.
“Kurt, I was drunk.”
Mr. Schuester could not ignore Blaine’s not-so-quiet whispering and the lack of attention he got from the rest of the club any longer. “Guys, please.”
“And what do you think is going to happen at this party? You don’t really expect me to believe you’re going to stay away from the alcohol this time, do you?”
“Well, okay, let me rephrase that.” Blaine had stopped whispering and turned away from Mr. Schu, raising his hands in what Kurt liked to call Blaine’s ‘I’m-dapper’-position. “Kurt, I was drunk and confused and an idiot. I may still be an idiot, and I will most probably be drunk, but I’m not confused anymore and am quite aware of the fact that I’ve got an amazing boyfriend now and will therefore not be needing anyone else’s lips to make out with when the need comes over me.”
Before Kurt could answer, Brittany raised her hand, pouting a little. “But I haven’t made out with you yet.”
Mr. Schu coughed.
“I wouldn’t mind either, you know,” Santana chimed in, examining her nails.
Blaine shook his head. “No, Kurt and I are off limits for you ladies.”
Kurt tried his best to surreptitiously show Brittany that he will kill her if she says anything about them dating in sophomore year. It didn’t work.
“I’ve made out with Kurt. You’re the only one missing for my perfect record.”
Mr. Schu flopped down on the chair, throwing his arms up into the air.
Blaine slowly turned to look at Kurt with a curious expression; his triangle eyebrows raised high. “And how drunk were you when you made out with Brittany?”
“Um, well, it’s more complicated than that.” Kurt squirmed in his seat. He actually really hadn’t seen all this coming to bite him in the ass one day.
“He was jealous of Finn and went around pretending to be a guy guy, dressing up like Mellencamp and dating Brit to try to get his father to do stuff with him again instead of with Finn,” provided Rachel helpfully, which earned her a glare from Kurt and a few added days of undermining and bitching.
“Thank you, Rachel.”
“Oh my god, Mellencamp? Really?” Blaine laughed one of his rare loud laughs, arm laying across his stomach as if he was trying to contain it, and Kurt would have loved to disappear right about then.
“He even sang a Mellencamp song.” And Finn was definitely not getting any hot milk tonight.
“Oh god, please tell me you made a video of that.”
“No they didn’t, and can we please change subject? I got the point.” Kurt sighed. “Blaine, you’re forgiven. We can all be confused sometimes.”
“I’m confused all the time. Unless I’m making out with a guy.”
“I’m confused when I listen to Mellencamp. I just don’t get the guy. He should sing about chicks more.”
“I’m confused as to why I am even friends with you people.” But Kurt kind of failed at hiding his smile.
“So, Rachel? What time do you want us to show up?”
Team: Dean
Challenge: Karte 2 - Ich war betrunken
Fandom: Glee
Rating: PG
Wörter: 910
Disclaimer: gehört alles nicht mir. spoilers für 2x14 und folgende.
Kommentar: ich bin der festen Überzeugung, dass ich es nicht in die crack-richtung gehen lassen wollte. aber es ist Glee, also hat das nicht funktioniert. es ist leicht crackig.
und auf Englisch.
Kurt was shaking his head the moment Rachel had started talking, simply out of spite, because she had shot down his idea that Blaine and he should perform “I know him so well” for the duets competition this year. And yes, he was quite aware of the homosexual innuendo, thank you very much, that’s why he wanted to do it. Blaine, of course, had just sat there and looked from one to the other, saying nothing to Kurt’s defense. In the end, Rachel had grabbed Mercedes and said that they would sing the song together, because it was after all sung by women in the original. Puck’s comment that that had never bothered Kurt had been meant well, but hadn’t exactly helped. Rachel stormed off, dragging an apologetic-looking Mercedes with her.
That’s why Kurt had been doing his best these past two days to undermine Rachel to try and show her that sometimes her competitive streak was developed a bit too well and that snagging songs from others because she thinks they’re better than her choices is not the right way to go about things. However, by the time Rachel was halfway through her speech about how her father’s weren’t home for the weekend and the liquor cabinet was full again and she needed more material for songwriting and now knew how to throw parties, Kurt was genuinely shaking his head.
“No, no way. We’re out. Sorry, Rachel. No can do.” Kurt folded his arms over his chest.
Rachel looked confused, Blaine looked confused, well, actually, everyone looked confused, except for Puck who looked upset at why anyone would want to miss an awesome party with lots of booze. But just then Mr. Schuester came in and the confusion stayed.
“So, who’s next?” he asked, dumping his teacher bag on a chair.
“Kurt!”
He ignored Blaine’s whisper.
“Kurt, ignoring me doesn’t make me forget,” said Blaine amused.
“It does sometimes.”
“No, I just don’t mention things again, but I don’t forget.”
Kurt couldn’t help the small smile playing on his lips while rolling his eyes at his ridiculous boyfriend. Ridiculous as in ridiculously good-looking. Kurt had to compliment himself on talking Blaine into using less of the hair gel and more of natural hair power. Blaine saw the smile and used the opportunity.
“Is this about what happened at Rachel’s last party?” and promptly was ignored again.
“Kurt, I was drunk.”
Mr. Schuester could not ignore Blaine’s not-so-quiet whispering and the lack of attention he got from the rest of the club any longer. “Guys, please.”
“And what do you think is going to happen at this party? You don’t really expect me to believe you’re going to stay away from the alcohol this time, do you?”
“Well, okay, let me rephrase that.” Blaine had stopped whispering and turned away from Mr. Schu, raising his hands in what Kurt liked to call Blaine’s ‘I’m-dapper’-position. “Kurt, I was drunk and confused and an idiot. I may still be an idiot, and I will most probably be drunk, but I’m not confused anymore and am quite aware of the fact that I’ve got an amazing boyfriend now and will therefore not be needing anyone else’s lips to make out with when the need comes over me.”
Before Kurt could answer, Brittany raised her hand, pouting a little. “But I haven’t made out with you yet.”
Mr. Schu coughed.
“I wouldn’t mind either, you know,” Santana chimed in, examining her nails.
Blaine shook his head. “No, Kurt and I are off limits for you ladies.”
Kurt tried his best to surreptitiously show Brittany that he will kill her if she says anything about them dating in sophomore year. It didn’t work.
“I’ve made out with Kurt. You’re the only one missing for my perfect record.”
Mr. Schu flopped down on the chair, throwing his arms up into the air.
Blaine slowly turned to look at Kurt with a curious expression; his triangle eyebrows raised high. “And how drunk were you when you made out with Brittany?”
“Um, well, it’s more complicated than that.” Kurt squirmed in his seat. He actually really hadn’t seen all this coming to bite him in the ass one day.
“He was jealous of Finn and went around pretending to be a guy guy, dressing up like Mellencamp and dating Brit to try to get his father to do stuff with him again instead of with Finn,” provided Rachel helpfully, which earned her a glare from Kurt and a few added days of undermining and bitching.
“Thank you, Rachel.”
“Oh my god, Mellencamp? Really?” Blaine laughed one of his rare loud laughs, arm laying across his stomach as if he was trying to contain it, and Kurt would have loved to disappear right about then.
“He even sang a Mellencamp song.” And Finn was definitely not getting any hot milk tonight.
“Oh god, please tell me you made a video of that.”
“No they didn’t, and can we please change subject? I got the point.” Kurt sighed. “Blaine, you’re forgiven. We can all be confused sometimes.”
“I’m confused all the time. Unless I’m making out with a guy.”
“I’m confused when I listen to Mellencamp. I just don’t get the guy. He should sing about chicks more.”
“I’m confused as to why I am even friends with you people.” But Kurt kind of failed at hiding his smile.
“So, Rachel? What time do you want us to show up?”
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