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rivulet027 Mar. 30th, 2011 07:05 pm)
rivulet027 Mar. 30th, 2011 07:05 pm)Title: The Boy Who Almost Disappeared
Fandom: Glee, BTVS, AtS, QaF
Pairing: Rachel/Finn, Mike/Tina, Dawn/Connor, hints of Santana/Brittany, Sam/Kurt UST, Sam/Quinn UST, Blaine/Kurt UST
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Glee S2 AU, Before he was a principal Figgins taught at Sunnydale High. So when one of the new students, Blaine, starts to disappear he knows where to go to seek assistance.
Disclaimer: I own nothing to do with Glee, BTVS, AtS or QaF. None of these is my toy box and I’m merely playing. I also own nothing to do with Mika.
Spoilers: Post series for BTVS, AtS and QaF. Post Britney/Brittany for Glee
A/N: This is intended to be the start of a series, which I have plotted several fics for. That being said I intend to put ‘The Rocky Horror Glee Show’ throughout several fics since it takes awhile to put a play together. At this point Molly Taylor is the only char I’ve pulled from QaF, which was done to have another slayer and to work in the background for Sam. I intend to bring Hunter in later on.
A/N2: The scene with Molly and Kurt is very similar to their scene in Five Crossovers For Kurt, which is actually the ficlet that inspired this crazy verse. Also the song Molly and Sam sing to get ND's attention is Mika's 'Blame It On The Girls' which you can find here.
The Boy Who Almost Disappeared:
Molly frowned as she took in the hallway. She glanced over at Brittany, then back towards Figgins’ office, where he was still talking to her, their, Watcher. She turned back to Brittany when she realized the other girl was half twisted around her trying to look at her schedule.
“This is my first time in a public school,” she admitted as she held the schedule up.
Brittany blinked at her, “You’ve never been to school before?”
“Private schools before slaying school in Cleveland,” Molly reminded. She and Brittany had already had this discussion last summer.
“Oh yeah,” Brittany smiled as she began to take in Molly’s schedule again, “Maybe I should show you where your locker is?”
Molly agreed and then pointed out, “Keep an eye out for Blaine when classes let out. I’m going to need to know who he is if I’m going to help.”
Brittany frowned, then bit her lip, “Blaine, where are we going to find him?”
Brittany went up on her toes, looking around the empty hallways as if they might contain the answer.
“Figgins said he placed him in your glee club,” Molly reminded gently.
Brittany dropped off her toes and her eyes lit up, “I keep sitting on him! He’s cute.”
“Cute doesn’t help me identify him,” Molly told her.
“I can introduce you at glee,” Brittany smiled.
“Glee?”
“You can join,” Brittany nodded.
Molly frowned, “What would I have to do?”
“Sing silly.”
Molly forced a smiled. Brittany flashed her a real one in return.
“What about my cousin? How is he?”
“Sam,” Brittany mulled, “There’s a new Sam on the football team?”
Molly sighed, “Wouldn’t be my cousin. He’s kinda chubby, wears a lot of geeky shirts.”
Brittany frowned again.
“We’ll figure it out later,” Molly offered, “Locker first, keeping the amazing disappearing boy visible, later.”
~~~~*****~~~~~
Kurt tucked the outfit he’d worn to school inside the bag he kept for laundry in the back of his locker. He frowned, considering if he had enough time before his study period was over to check and see if the clothes needed to be rinsed out one more time. He glanced around as the halls just began to fill with students and decided against it. He checked his hair quickly before he started switching out his books.
He turned at the tap on his shoulder. He raised his eyebrows as he took in the girl standing before him. She had on gray dress pants, a white long sleeved shirt and a vest that matched her pants. A hat was pulled low over her blonde hair, but she had her head tilted as she regarded him and there was a strange kind of hope in her eyes.
She motioned for him to spin. He complied, not even sure why he was doing so until she broke into a grin, “Maybe this place isn’t the pit of despair I thought it was going to be.”
“Oh, it is,” he reassured.
She smirked, “Yes, but at least I might have found someone worth befriending.”
“You decided this after watching me turn?”
“How else would I decide?” she teased before she frowned at the schedule she had in her hand and glanced at the nearest door. He tilted his head so he could see her schedule before he gave her directions. She thanked him, then held out a hand, “Molly Taylor.”
He took it, shook and gave her his name. She grinned then promised to find him later as she turn to walk away.
“Do you sing?” he asked.
“Depends on who you talk to,” she smiled as she turned back towards him, “I haven’t quite decided yet.”
“This might not work,” he teased.
Before she could reply the new quarterback was standing close to her bouncing on his heels. Kurt tensed at the huge grin on the other boy’s face. He took a step closer to his locker, looking around as the jock in front of him wasn’t holding a cup. Molly frowned at him then turned around. She squealed and quickly had the blonde in a hug, “Sammy!”
“Hey Mols.”
Molly stood still a moment, taking him in and the other boy blushed before he was offering a hand, “I’m Sam.”
“Kurt,” Kurt answered as he took the hand. He looked between them.
“We’re cousins,” Sam explained, “she just transferred.”
“And already found someone who may have mini-Emmett potential,” Molly grinned before she did a quick circle of Sam, “What did you do to yourself?”
“Hey,” Sam frowned.
“No it’s good,” Molly said, “Except maybe the hair. You let my brother get a hold of it, didn’t you?”
Sam shrugged, “I wanted to look cool.”
“It looks like his,” Molly pointed out.
Sam shrugged, “But I make this look good.”
Kurt rolled his eyes, holding in his retort that the hair made him want to question Sam’s sexual orientation. He was also tempted to point out that he wasn’t a mini anything. Thankfully Mercedes walked up and offered a reprieve from the newer students he hadn’t quite decided on yet.
~~~~~*****~~~~~
Sam settled into lunch opposite his cousin, it was a bit of a relief to be away from the normal football table. He never would’ve guess trying not to say too many geeky things would be exhausting. It also hurt how many times he’d bitten his tongue when another one of the guys made a homophobic comment. Justin would cross his mind every time and he’d want to say something, but then he’d remember the torment he’d received at his last school and he’d lapse into silence.
Also why was Molly here? Could being here be part of her superhero slayer gig?
“So, are you here for professional reasons?” he asked.
She smirked, “Should I be? Notice anything odd happening?”
Sam frowned as the thought about it a moment. The cheerleading coach was way harsher than she needed to be. Some of the teachers seemed a bit out of it. He’d seen a kid tossed into a dumpster the day before and no one seemed to notice. The kid even seemed surprised when he’d come over to help. The kid had actually acted like he was weird for offering to help, Sam hadn’t even gotten a name. The school kept a slushie machine even though he’d heard that they were usually purchased to torture other students with.
Molly laughed, “You’re thinking way too hard about this, things must look kinda normal.”
Sam shrugged.
Molly leaned in and lowered her voice, “You know that whole Cleveland on the Hellmouth thing I told you about?”
“Yeah?”
“Lima is too. Dawn hasn’t found the actual Hellmouth just yet, but it looks like it’s in the school.”
Sam’s eyes widened, “Dawn?”
“Ms. Summers, she teaches history.”
Sam nodded his understanding, “So they brought you in? Why was she here to start with?”
“There was already another slayer here. I don’t know if she’d want me to tell. They knew there was a Hellmouth, but they didn’t think it was very large or active, but one of the students is starting to disappear so going to try and prevent that and keep our eyes opened for anything else.”
“Who’s the student?” Sam asked, the concern obvious in his tone.
“Blaine Anderson,” Molly revealed as she sat back.
Sam frowned, “I don’t know who that is.”
“Don’t feel bad, Brittany couldn’t remember either and they have glee together.”
Brittany, that blonde ditsy cheerleader was the other slayer? Maybe there was more there than he’d thought. He smiled as Molly’s eyes widened and she realized she’d given Brittany away. He shrugged, “I can keep my mouth shut. So you’re going out for glee then?”
Molly shrugged.
“Wouldn’t that be the easiest way to figure out who he is?”
Molly frowned, then changed the subject, “What about you? How are you doing here?”
Sam shook his head, letting her know that even though he’d answer her question he want wasn’t about to just drop the subject of glee, “Better, but mostly because nobody knows anything about me and I just sort of blend in.”
“Is that what you want?”
Sam shrugged, “No one’s tried to hurt me. I just try and keep the geeky stuff to myself and bite my tongue when I’d rather tell everyone off for being bigots.”
“Sam,” Molly complained.
Sam picked at a notebook he’d set on the table, “I’m not ready to talk about it yet. Not here, not now.”
“Is there anything I can do?”
“We can get you into glee,” Sam reminded.
“Doesn’t that actually require knowing about singing?” Molly stressed.
“You sing.”
“I’ve only ever done back-up for shows at Woody’s.”
“So, that means you can sing.”
“That means I can be told ‘sing like this’ and am able to mimic really well,” Molly told him as she settled her chin into her hands, frowning, “I can’t actually read music.”
Sam mirrored her frowned, “I’d offer to help, but I’m just…”
“Don’t you dare call yourself stupid,” Molly glared.
Sam shrugged.
Molly raised an eyebrow, challenging, “How many languages do you know? Real and fantasy, geeky. I think 5?”
“Six,” Sam told her, “I picked up Na’vi as well.”
Molly smirked.
Sam held up his hands in mock defeat before he told her, “It shouldn’t be difficult to get you into glee. I don’t know when Finn heard me sing, I’m not sure I even want to know, but he hasn’t given up on trying to convince me to join.”
“You almost joined glee?” Molly grinned, “You can join with me.”
Sam picked at his notebook again, “No.”
“No?”
“I just sing every now and then for fun,” Sam shrugged, “Mostly to the radio or in the shower so I really don’t think I’d take it seriously. Besides no one’s harassing me yet and I’d kinda like to keep it that way.”
Molly frowned, “You’ve changed.”
“I had to,” Sam told her and then held up his hands when it seemed she was about to protest, “I’m willing to put that on the line to help get you in position to help this Blaine kid, but right now that’s all.”
Molly nodded and he could tell by the look of contemplation on her face that he’d have to explain more later, but for now he had to worry about singing and getting the glee clubs’ attention. Sam glanced around the cafeteria, he recognized a few of them. He looked back to Molly, trying to think of a song that they would both know.
Molly’s eyes widened, “Now?”
Sam nodded, better to do this now before either of them over thought it. He smirked as he decided on Mika’s ‘Blame it on the Girls,’ because it was fun and they both knew it. Molly started shaking her head, but before either of them could think of an excuse, a reason not to, Sam intoned, “So I was sitting there in the bar and this guy came up to me and he said, ‘my life stinks’ and I saw his gold credit card and I saw the way he was looking at people across the room and I looked at his face and you know he had a good looking face. I just said ‘dude, you’re perspective on life sucks'.”
Molly stopped shaking her head as he began drumming out the beat and then launched into the song. He noticed Kurt stop and turn when he sang, ‘He’s got a face to make you fall on your knees.’
Molly joined him on the chorus; just as several cheerleaders turned and stared with the line, ‘blame it on the girls who know what to do.’
Sam almost stumbled over the words when a boy who he could’ve sworn hadn’t been there before was suddenly just visible as they sang ‘blame it on the boys who keep hitting on you.’
He kept his eyes on Molly as she sang the next verse, then joined her on the chorus, knowing he’d just gotten her into glee when Finn’s girlfriend, Kurt and several others joined in. Molly kept singing even as she glanced at them then gave him a look that demanded, ‘do they always just start dancing like this?’
Sam shrugged, he really had no idea, but there was been this want to join them that he’d somehow managed to contain. He grinned as Kurt slide into the seat next to him and Finn’s girlfriend dropped down next to Molly introducing herself as Rachel. Mike he recognized from football and the girl he was with had to be Tina so who was the kid in the wheelchair? Sam glanced over at Rachel since she seemed to be ringleader in the whole get them to join deal, but she just kept going on about how great glee was. Sam glanced over at Kurt and gave him is best ‘what is this face’ before smiling and offering a hand, “Hi, I’m Sam. I already know you’re Kurt, that’s Mike and apparently that’s Rachel, but…”
“Rachel, introductions,” Kurt reminded all business with the hint of a smile.
Sam smiled back, Kurt looked so much nicer when he smiled. Sam frowned when Kurt’s smiled vanished and his eyes flashed with annoyance. Sam followed where Kurt’s line of sight had been and frowned at the taunting looks on Karofsky’s and Azimo’s faces.
“So is this your new girlfriend or your new boyfriend?” Karofsky asked as he reached out to poke Molly. Sam glared.
“Hands to yourself,” Santana said as she caught Karofsky’s hand and pushed it away before she and Brittany joined them.
“They’re like totally cousins,” Brittany informed the group as she settled herself into her seat.
“Yeah, well she looks like a…” Azimo started.
“I would’ve thought this kind of teasing would be beneath the guys with the biggest bromance I’ve ever seen,” Sam said as he cut them off. His heart was pounding in his chest, he didn’t want this year to turn into last year, but he’d been wanting to use that comeback for over a week.
“Bromance?” Azimo asked.
“What did he just call us?” Karofsky growled.
“He said that you’re like brothers,” Kurt informed them with a roll of his eyes.
“Oh,” Karofsky deflated while Azimo frowned.
“Can we not do this now?” Santana put in, “I’m trying to eat my lunch.”
Thankfully that seemed to be enough to get them to leave. Santana smirked as she sat up a little straighter.
“Are they joining yet?” Brittany asked.
“Not yet,” Rachel smiled, “but I’m working on it.”
[Sewer Slayings] [1] [2] [3] [4]
Fandom: Glee, BTVS, AtS, QaF
Pairing: Rachel/Finn, Mike/Tina, Dawn/Connor, hints of Santana/Brittany, Sam/Kurt UST, Sam/Quinn UST, Blaine/Kurt UST
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Glee S2 AU, Before he was a principal Figgins taught at Sunnydale High. So when one of the new students, Blaine, starts to disappear he knows where to go to seek assistance.
Disclaimer: I own nothing to do with Glee, BTVS, AtS or QaF. None of these is my toy box and I’m merely playing. I also own nothing to do with Mika.
Spoilers: Post series for BTVS, AtS and QaF. Post Britney/Brittany for Glee
A/N: This is intended to be the start of a series, which I have plotted several fics for. That being said I intend to put ‘The Rocky Horror Glee Show’ throughout several fics since it takes awhile to put a play together. At this point Molly Taylor is the only char I’ve pulled from QaF, which was done to have another slayer and to work in the background for Sam. I intend to bring Hunter in later on.
A/N2: The scene with Molly and Kurt is very similar to their scene in Five Crossovers For Kurt, which is actually the ficlet that inspired this crazy verse. Also the song Molly and Sam sing to get ND's attention is Mika's 'Blame It On The Girls' which you can find here.
The Boy Who Almost Disappeared:
Molly frowned as she took in the hallway. She glanced over at Brittany, then back towards Figgins’ office, where he was still talking to her, their, Watcher. She turned back to Brittany when she realized the other girl was half twisted around her trying to look at her schedule.
“This is my first time in a public school,” she admitted as she held the schedule up.
Brittany blinked at her, “You’ve never been to school before?”
“Private schools before slaying school in Cleveland,” Molly reminded. She and Brittany had already had this discussion last summer.
“Oh yeah,” Brittany smiled as she began to take in Molly’s schedule again, “Maybe I should show you where your locker is?”
Molly agreed and then pointed out, “Keep an eye out for Blaine when classes let out. I’m going to need to know who he is if I’m going to help.”
Brittany frowned, then bit her lip, “Blaine, where are we going to find him?”
Brittany went up on her toes, looking around the empty hallways as if they might contain the answer.
“Figgins said he placed him in your glee club,” Molly reminded gently.
Brittany dropped off her toes and her eyes lit up, “I keep sitting on him! He’s cute.”
“Cute doesn’t help me identify him,” Molly told her.
“I can introduce you at glee,” Brittany smiled.
“Glee?”
“You can join,” Brittany nodded.
Molly frowned, “What would I have to do?”
“Sing silly.”
Molly forced a smiled. Brittany flashed her a real one in return.
“What about my cousin? How is he?”
“Sam,” Brittany mulled, “There’s a new Sam on the football team?”
Molly sighed, “Wouldn’t be my cousin. He’s kinda chubby, wears a lot of geeky shirts.”
Brittany frowned again.
“We’ll figure it out later,” Molly offered, “Locker first, keeping the amazing disappearing boy visible, later.”
~~~~*****~~~~~
Kurt tucked the outfit he’d worn to school inside the bag he kept for laundry in the back of his locker. He frowned, considering if he had enough time before his study period was over to check and see if the clothes needed to be rinsed out one more time. He glanced around as the halls just began to fill with students and decided against it. He checked his hair quickly before he started switching out his books.
He turned at the tap on his shoulder. He raised his eyebrows as he took in the girl standing before him. She had on gray dress pants, a white long sleeved shirt and a vest that matched her pants. A hat was pulled low over her blonde hair, but she had her head tilted as she regarded him and there was a strange kind of hope in her eyes.
She motioned for him to spin. He complied, not even sure why he was doing so until she broke into a grin, “Maybe this place isn’t the pit of despair I thought it was going to be.”
“Oh, it is,” he reassured.
She smirked, “Yes, but at least I might have found someone worth befriending.”
“You decided this after watching me turn?”
“How else would I decide?” she teased before she frowned at the schedule she had in her hand and glanced at the nearest door. He tilted his head so he could see her schedule before he gave her directions. She thanked him, then held out a hand, “Molly Taylor.”
He took it, shook and gave her his name. She grinned then promised to find him later as she turn to walk away.
“Do you sing?” he asked.
“Depends on who you talk to,” she smiled as she turned back towards him, “I haven’t quite decided yet.”
“This might not work,” he teased.
Before she could reply the new quarterback was standing close to her bouncing on his heels. Kurt tensed at the huge grin on the other boy’s face. He took a step closer to his locker, looking around as the jock in front of him wasn’t holding a cup. Molly frowned at him then turned around. She squealed and quickly had the blonde in a hug, “Sammy!”
“Hey Mols.”
Molly stood still a moment, taking him in and the other boy blushed before he was offering a hand, “I’m Sam.”
“Kurt,” Kurt answered as he took the hand. He looked between them.
“We’re cousins,” Sam explained, “she just transferred.”
“And already found someone who may have mini-Emmett potential,” Molly grinned before she did a quick circle of Sam, “What did you do to yourself?”
“Hey,” Sam frowned.
“No it’s good,” Molly said, “Except maybe the hair. You let my brother get a hold of it, didn’t you?”
Sam shrugged, “I wanted to look cool.”
“It looks like his,” Molly pointed out.
Sam shrugged, “But I make this look good.”
Kurt rolled his eyes, holding in his retort that the hair made him want to question Sam’s sexual orientation. He was also tempted to point out that he wasn’t a mini anything. Thankfully Mercedes walked up and offered a reprieve from the newer students he hadn’t quite decided on yet.
~~~~~*****~~~~~
Sam settled into lunch opposite his cousin, it was a bit of a relief to be away from the normal football table. He never would’ve guess trying not to say too many geeky things would be exhausting. It also hurt how many times he’d bitten his tongue when another one of the guys made a homophobic comment. Justin would cross his mind every time and he’d want to say something, but then he’d remember the torment he’d received at his last school and he’d lapse into silence.
Also why was Molly here? Could being here be part of her superhero slayer gig?
“So, are you here for professional reasons?” he asked.
She smirked, “Should I be? Notice anything odd happening?”
Sam frowned as the thought about it a moment. The cheerleading coach was way harsher than she needed to be. Some of the teachers seemed a bit out of it. He’d seen a kid tossed into a dumpster the day before and no one seemed to notice. The kid even seemed surprised when he’d come over to help. The kid had actually acted like he was weird for offering to help, Sam hadn’t even gotten a name. The school kept a slushie machine even though he’d heard that they were usually purchased to torture other students with.
Molly laughed, “You’re thinking way too hard about this, things must look kinda normal.”
Sam shrugged.
Molly leaned in and lowered her voice, “You know that whole Cleveland on the Hellmouth thing I told you about?”
“Yeah?”
“Lima is too. Dawn hasn’t found the actual Hellmouth just yet, but it looks like it’s in the school.”
Sam’s eyes widened, “Dawn?”
“Ms. Summers, she teaches history.”
Sam nodded his understanding, “So they brought you in? Why was she here to start with?”
“There was already another slayer here. I don’t know if she’d want me to tell. They knew there was a Hellmouth, but they didn’t think it was very large or active, but one of the students is starting to disappear so going to try and prevent that and keep our eyes opened for anything else.”
“Who’s the student?” Sam asked, the concern obvious in his tone.
“Blaine Anderson,” Molly revealed as she sat back.
Sam frowned, “I don’t know who that is.”
“Don’t feel bad, Brittany couldn’t remember either and they have glee together.”
Brittany, that blonde ditsy cheerleader was the other slayer? Maybe there was more there than he’d thought. He smiled as Molly’s eyes widened and she realized she’d given Brittany away. He shrugged, “I can keep my mouth shut. So you’re going out for glee then?”
Molly shrugged.
“Wouldn’t that be the easiest way to figure out who he is?”
Molly frowned, then changed the subject, “What about you? How are you doing here?”
Sam shook his head, letting her know that even though he’d answer her question he want wasn’t about to just drop the subject of glee, “Better, but mostly because nobody knows anything about me and I just sort of blend in.”
“Is that what you want?”
Sam shrugged, “No one’s tried to hurt me. I just try and keep the geeky stuff to myself and bite my tongue when I’d rather tell everyone off for being bigots.”
“Sam,” Molly complained.
Sam picked at a notebook he’d set on the table, “I’m not ready to talk about it yet. Not here, not now.”
“Is there anything I can do?”
“We can get you into glee,” Sam reminded.
“Doesn’t that actually require knowing about singing?” Molly stressed.
“You sing.”
“I’ve only ever done back-up for shows at Woody’s.”
“So, that means you can sing.”
“That means I can be told ‘sing like this’ and am able to mimic really well,” Molly told him as she settled her chin into her hands, frowning, “I can’t actually read music.”
Sam mirrored her frowned, “I’d offer to help, but I’m just…”
“Don’t you dare call yourself stupid,” Molly glared.
Sam shrugged.
Molly raised an eyebrow, challenging, “How many languages do you know? Real and fantasy, geeky. I think 5?”
“Six,” Sam told her, “I picked up Na’vi as well.”
Molly smirked.
Sam held up his hands in mock defeat before he told her, “It shouldn’t be difficult to get you into glee. I don’t know when Finn heard me sing, I’m not sure I even want to know, but he hasn’t given up on trying to convince me to join.”
“You almost joined glee?” Molly grinned, “You can join with me.”
Sam picked at his notebook again, “No.”
“No?”
“I just sing every now and then for fun,” Sam shrugged, “Mostly to the radio or in the shower so I really don’t think I’d take it seriously. Besides no one’s harassing me yet and I’d kinda like to keep it that way.”
Molly frowned, “You’ve changed.”
“I had to,” Sam told her and then held up his hands when it seemed she was about to protest, “I’m willing to put that on the line to help get you in position to help this Blaine kid, but right now that’s all.”
Molly nodded and he could tell by the look of contemplation on her face that he’d have to explain more later, but for now he had to worry about singing and getting the glee clubs’ attention. Sam glanced around the cafeteria, he recognized a few of them. He looked back to Molly, trying to think of a song that they would both know.
Molly’s eyes widened, “Now?”
Sam nodded, better to do this now before either of them over thought it. He smirked as he decided on Mika’s ‘Blame it on the Girls,’ because it was fun and they both knew it. Molly started shaking her head, but before either of them could think of an excuse, a reason not to, Sam intoned, “So I was sitting there in the bar and this guy came up to me and he said, ‘my life stinks’ and I saw his gold credit card and I saw the way he was looking at people across the room and I looked at his face and you know he had a good looking face. I just said ‘dude, you’re perspective on life sucks'.”
Molly stopped shaking her head as he began drumming out the beat and then launched into the song. He noticed Kurt stop and turn when he sang, ‘He’s got a face to make you fall on your knees.’
Molly joined him on the chorus; just as several cheerleaders turned and stared with the line, ‘blame it on the girls who know what to do.’
Sam almost stumbled over the words when a boy who he could’ve sworn hadn’t been there before was suddenly just visible as they sang ‘blame it on the boys who keep hitting on you.’
He kept his eyes on Molly as she sang the next verse, then joined her on the chorus, knowing he’d just gotten her into glee when Finn’s girlfriend, Kurt and several others joined in. Molly kept singing even as she glanced at them then gave him a look that demanded, ‘do they always just start dancing like this?’
Sam shrugged, he really had no idea, but there was been this want to join them that he’d somehow managed to contain. He grinned as Kurt slide into the seat next to him and Finn’s girlfriend dropped down next to Molly introducing herself as Rachel. Mike he recognized from football and the girl he was with had to be Tina so who was the kid in the wheelchair? Sam glanced over at Rachel since she seemed to be ringleader in the whole get them to join deal, but she just kept going on about how great glee was. Sam glanced over at Kurt and gave him is best ‘what is this face’ before smiling and offering a hand, “Hi, I’m Sam. I already know you’re Kurt, that’s Mike and apparently that’s Rachel, but…”
“Rachel, introductions,” Kurt reminded all business with the hint of a smile.
Sam smiled back, Kurt looked so much nicer when he smiled. Sam frowned when Kurt’s smiled vanished and his eyes flashed with annoyance. Sam followed where Kurt’s line of sight had been and frowned at the taunting looks on Karofsky’s and Azimo’s faces.
“So is this your new girlfriend or your new boyfriend?” Karofsky asked as he reached out to poke Molly. Sam glared.
“Hands to yourself,” Santana said as she caught Karofsky’s hand and pushed it away before she and Brittany joined them.
“They’re like totally cousins,” Brittany informed the group as she settled herself into her seat.
“Yeah, well she looks like a…” Azimo started.
“I would’ve thought this kind of teasing would be beneath the guys with the biggest bromance I’ve ever seen,” Sam said as he cut them off. His heart was pounding in his chest, he didn’t want this year to turn into last year, but he’d been wanting to use that comeback for over a week.
“Bromance?” Azimo asked.
“What did he just call us?” Karofsky growled.
“He said that you’re like brothers,” Kurt informed them with a roll of his eyes.
“Oh,” Karofsky deflated while Azimo frowned.
“Can we not do this now?” Santana put in, “I’m trying to eat my lunch.”
Thankfully that seemed to be enough to get them to leave. Santana smirked as she sat up a little straighter.
“Are they joining yet?” Brittany asked.
“Not yet,” Rachel smiled, “but I’m working on it.”
[Sewer Slayings] [1] [2] [3] [4]