actresswithoutastage
Nov. 26, 2012, 10:07 a.m.
The Bells of New York City: Chapter 1
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Okay, people. This is my second attempt at Anderberry and I write, not only for you, dear anonymous readers, but for this really cool, intensely pretty roommate of mine who is enamored with the idea of Blaine and Rachel being siblings. This was a LOT of fun to write and I hope you like it! Please review. kthaxbi!
LJ out
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Bells of New York City
Chapter 1
"Daddy can you not control your heathen son and his…friend." Rachel Berry pleaded, casting her brother and his friend Jeff a disgusted look as they carried on a loud conversation about whether or not the pretty blonde TSA officer would frisk them.
"Dude, you don't even like chicks. What difference does it make to you who does the frisking?" Jeff said, waggling his eyebrows at the other boy.
He grinned and said, "Just because I'm gay doesn't mean I can't appreciate the female form. Besides my other option is Shrek over there." Blaine gestured to the head of the security line where there where people where being checked.
Standing alongside the blonde was a tall, broad, hirsute gentleman who was truly unfortunate looking.
Kurt, who had been watching this exchange with amusement, chose that moment to pipe up. "If they do frisk you, it's the only action either one of you are going to get, so I suggest you seize the opportunity." He said, making Rachel drop her scowl and laugh.
"He's right you know. I think the big one is giving you the eye already, Jeff."
In front of them in line, Rachel and Blaine's fathers were struggling to keep a straight face as they turned around. Theo cleared his throat and four pairs of eyes turned to face him.
"We are taking you guys on this trip to celebrate Blaine and Rachel's respective wins at regionals, but if the four of you can't get along and maintain a vague sense of decorum we will spend every day of this trip going to museums. And every night Marcus and I will go out to clubs and leave your underage behinds at the hotel. Understood?"
"Yes Mr. Berry."
"Yes Daddy." They chorused, looking properly chastened.
"Good." Theo said with a smile, "Now let's just get through this godforsaken line and get on our way to New York!"
The rest of the group agreed enthusiastically. And in another forty-five minutes they were seated on the plane.
After much arguing over seating arrangements, Rachel ended up sitting with her arms crossed—her face set in a pout—next to Jeff, while Blaine and Kurt—equally unhappy—sat behind them.
Marcus spoke up from behind Blaine, "Rachel, stop pouting. If Jeff and Blaine had sat next to one another they probably would have brought the plane down and you know it."
"Hey!" Jeff and Blaine shouted, turning to face the older man.
"It's true. Rachel told me you broke the stair rail at Dalton last year." Kurt said, elbowing Blaine in the side.
"That was a total frame job," he said defensively. "They never proved that was us."
There was laughter all around at this. And Kurt, who had a feeling he would end up being the mediator of family tensions this week, smiled and leaned back in his seat, hoping he would be able to relax with Rachel's gorgeous brother sitting inches from him the whole flight.
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"Kurt." A voice said softly.
It was a nice voice, thought Kurt through his sleep induced haze, deep and masculine.
"Kurt, we're about to land."
"Wassdat?" Kurt murmured.
"We're landing, dude. Wake up." Blaine said with a devastating smile. Confident that Kurt was totally awake, he set about waking his sister. "Oi, Ray! He shouted, kicking the seat in front of him. "Wake up or we're leaving you on the plane!"
"Blaine Anderson, I swear to God, if you don't stop kicking that seat I am going to cut all your bow ties in half!" Rachel shrieked, turning and gripping Blaine's ankle painfully.
"Ouch, damn Ray, retract your claws. I was only kidding."
"Kids, enough." Marcus and Theo said in unison.
"Oh, my God, we're in New York!" Kurt cried as he looked out the window and everyone else followed his gaze to the top of the Empire State Building that was barely visible from the plane window.
Rachel smiled, they had made it. New York City.
LJ out
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Bells of New York City
Chapter 1
"Daddy can you not control your heathen son and his…friend." Rachel Berry pleaded, casting her brother and his friend Jeff a disgusted look as they carried on a loud conversation about whether or not the pretty blonde TSA officer would frisk them.
"Dude, you don't even like chicks. What difference does it make to you who does the frisking?" Jeff said, waggling his eyebrows at the other boy.
He grinned and said, "Just because I'm gay doesn't mean I can't appreciate the female form. Besides my other option is Shrek over there." Blaine gestured to the head of the security line where there where people where being checked.
Standing alongside the blonde was a tall, broad, hirsute gentleman who was truly unfortunate looking.
Kurt, who had been watching this exchange with amusement, chose that moment to pipe up. "If they do frisk you, it's the only action either one of you are going to get, so I suggest you seize the opportunity." He said, making Rachel drop her scowl and laugh.
"He's right you know. I think the big one is giving you the eye already, Jeff."
In front of them in line, Rachel and Blaine's fathers were struggling to keep a straight face as they turned around. Theo cleared his throat and four pairs of eyes turned to face him.
"We are taking you guys on this trip to celebrate Blaine and Rachel's respective wins at regionals, but if the four of you can't get along and maintain a vague sense of decorum we will spend every day of this trip going to museums. And every night Marcus and I will go out to clubs and leave your underage behinds at the hotel. Understood?"
"Yes Mr. Berry."
"Yes Daddy." They chorused, looking properly chastened.
"Good." Theo said with a smile, "Now let's just get through this godforsaken line and get on our way to New York!"
The rest of the group agreed enthusiastically. And in another forty-five minutes they were seated on the plane.
After much arguing over seating arrangements, Rachel ended up sitting with her arms crossed—her face set in a pout—next to Jeff, while Blaine and Kurt—equally unhappy—sat behind them.
Marcus spoke up from behind Blaine, "Rachel, stop pouting. If Jeff and Blaine had sat next to one another they probably would have brought the plane down and you know it."
"Hey!" Jeff and Blaine shouted, turning to face the older man.
"It's true. Rachel told me you broke the stair rail at Dalton last year." Kurt said, elbowing Blaine in the side.
"That was a total frame job," he said defensively. "They never proved that was us."
There was laughter all around at this. And Kurt, who had a feeling he would end up being the mediator of family tensions this week, smiled and leaned back in his seat, hoping he would be able to relax with Rachel's gorgeous brother sitting inches from him the whole flight.
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"Kurt." A voice said softly.
It was a nice voice, thought Kurt through his sleep induced haze, deep and masculine.
"Kurt, we're about to land."
"Wassdat?" Kurt murmured.
"We're landing, dude. Wake up." Blaine said with a devastating smile. Confident that Kurt was totally awake, he set about waking his sister. "Oi, Ray! He shouted, kicking the seat in front of him. "Wake up or we're leaving you on the plane!"
"Blaine Anderson, I swear to God, if you don't stop kicking that seat I am going to cut all your bow ties in half!" Rachel shrieked, turning and gripping Blaine's ankle painfully.
"Ouch, damn Ray, retract your claws. I was only kidding."
"Kids, enough." Marcus and Theo said in unison.
"Oh, my God, we're in New York!" Kurt cried as he looked out the window and everyone else followed his gaze to the top of the Empire State Building that was barely visible from the plane window.
Rachel smiled, they had made it. New York City.