July 28, 2011, 8:06 a.m.
Arts and Crafts Aisle: Glitter and Angels
T - Words: 1,459 - Last Updated: Jul 28, 2011 Story: Complete - Chapters: 12/12 - Created: Jul 28, 2011 - Updated: Jul 28, 2011 1,041 0 0 0 0
"Yay! Kurt your back," Mercedes noticed when everyone calmed down. "We all kind of felt helpless without you telling us what to do. So we did what we do best, sing," she said with a shrug and a smile.
"Well, I'm back and we can get back to coloring now with replenished supplies," Kurt said while everyone muttered sarcastic 'Yays' and 'Whoopies' and plopped back on the floor.
"Oh no! Brittany is eating glitter again," Rachel said with a shocked face. Everyone looked over at Brittany. Her mouth was surrounded by glitter and she had some in her hand and was about to shove it in her mouth.
"I thought it was bird food because Kurt feeds birds glitter and I feel like a bird sometimes. I think I am going to try and fly later," Brittany said with a monotone voice and pokerface.
"No honey, you are not a bird and do not try to fly," Santana said to her, "Whose turn was it to watch her?" She asked looking around the room. Everyone looked at each other till Tina piped up shyly.
"I think it was my turn, but I got distracted by Mike's abs," Tina said.
"You are disband from Brittany-sitting, this was not the first time you got distracted by Mike's abs," Santana told her.
"I can't help it, they are so perfect," Tina muttered to herself.
"Sam you will take her place now. It's me, Artie, Rachel, Kurt then Sam rotating every hour now," Santana stated.
"Aw man, I don't want more responsibilities, I'm already homeless," Sam wined.
"You will if you want to keep your man junk from hurting," Santana said with an evil glare.
"Fine, Fine," Sam said giving up the argument wanting to keep his man junk away from pain.
"Come on Brittany, lets go clean up," Santana pulled Brittany off the floor and dragged her to the bathroom. After them, Mr. Shue entered the room looking confused after seeing Brittany.
"Should I even ask?" he said.
There was a chorus of "Naah" and head shakes.
"So! How are the banners doing? I hope they look great so everyone will want to go!" Mr. Shue said a little to enthusiastically.
"Exceptionally well Mr. Shue, mine personally is spectacular and filled with heart, just like every one of my performances. I think mine would be best placed in the front of the school so everyone can see it when they enter," Rachel said.
"Oh hell no," Mercedes snapped. "Everybody knows mine is the best. You gotta have sass and make people think they have to go, and mine is all about that."
"Well, unfortunately none will be placed in front of the school. Principal Figgins said we could only put them in the outer hallways of the school.
"But no one goes down those hallways, it's where the special needs classes are," Artie said.
"Yea I know, but maybe they will show too," Mr. Shue said wearily.
"To be honest, I think no one is going to show, we are at the bottom of the food chain," Artie said and everyone nodded in agreement.
"I have an idea," Mr. Shue said suddenly. "I think maybe we should invite your parents."
Everyone looked like they have just discovered sliced bread. It never occurred to them to invite their parents. They will at least they will have a few people in the audience now, hopefully.
Blaine walked into the break room at Target with a huge smile on his face.
"Why are you so happy Blaine?" Wes asked. He was sitting next to David, they had a few minutes left of their break before they had to get back to work.
"I saw an angel today," Blaine said blissfully.
"Thanks dude you are the only one who noticed," Puck said after he took his head out of the refrigerator from digging through people's food. "I trimmed my hair cause you couldn't see the mohawk as clear. I'd like to think of it as a vertical halo. I see you got that picture too," Puck said with someone else's food in his mouth.
"What? No I'm not talking about you Noah, and what are you even doing here? You aren't scheduled to work," Blaine said.
"I had to cover for Carl. He has mono again," he said with a shrug then took a bite of someone's sandwich.
"Angels are all secret spies for the devil," a scratchy voice sad slowly out of no where.
"Earl! Stop hiding in corners and listening to people's conversations!" David yelled from sitting on the couch.
"I told you my name is Anakin. I only answer to Anakin," the scratchy voice said.
"No one is going to call you Anakin, and get out from behind the corner!" Wes shouted.
A man slowly limped out of the corner and revealed himself. He had chin length, straight black hair, that looked like it hadn't been washed in a while. His clothes were filled with wrinkles and random stains. He was in his late 20s and still lived in his parents basement. As he was limping out of the corner he muttered, "The angle will brainwash you then take over your brain making you a minion to the devil."
"Shut up man, we are trying to have a conversation. And stop limping, there is nothing wrong with your legs," Wes told Earl.
Earl was whispering something to himself about the devil as he limped out the door, but no one paid second thought to it.
"So then, who is this angel? What is his name? We all know Blaine has to get laid soon or he will end up being lonely for the rest of your life," Wes said.
"Yeah, I feel sorry for you when we all go out with our dates, and your stuck doing what ever you do when we are away. What do you do actually?" David asked.
"Normal stuff," Blaine said nonchalantly.
"Okay whatever that means. Name then?" David asked.
"I don't have a name," Blaine said sadly. "But I definitely know he was gay, so that's good."
"Yes, that's very good. We don't want a Carl incident again," Wes said.
"Yeah, he turned out to be a man whore," David added.
"Wait! Hold the phone," Puck wasn't really listening to their conversation and was paying more attention to the food, but something caught his attention. "You said 'him', your gay?"
"Duh, just look at his hair," David said.
"Is that a problem?" Wes asked.
"No dude its cool with me, more women for me," Puck shrugged. "Actually I know a gay dude, their isn't any other gay dudes at our school, so I bet he is lonely. I could hook you guys up," Puck said.
"First off, stop calling us 'gay dudes'; and second, I don't think I would want to get set up with anyone by you, no offense," Blaine said.
None taken, and he is kinda a diva anyway," Puck said.
Just then a short, older, overweight, woman with big frizzy hair walked in with a name tag that read 'Manager'.
"I am not paying you all to sit around. Go clean, or restock something. Where is Earl? He has to clean puke in the boy's bathroom," the frizzy haired woman said.
"He went out the door a few minutes ago," Blaine told her.
"Oh, I hope he didn't show himself to the customers again. We don't need people having heart attacks here," she said. She looked over at the counter and saw Puck leaning on the edge. "Oh hello Noah, so nice to see you again," she said with a flirty smile and twirled her hair kind of pathetically. "Okay back to work I said!" She yelled at the others.
They got up and shuffled out of the break room.
"I hate Shirley," David said to Wes.
"Yeah worst boss ever," Wes said back.
Blaine walked out with a smile on his face. His days would be better, now that he has someone to think about. He dreamed of the chance they would meet again.
"I am worried about Blaine," Wes said to David. "I haven't seen him this happy and he only met the kid for a few minutes."
"We gotta watch him. Make sure he doesn't get his heart broken," David said.
"Or we could find the kid for him and set them together, so they could be happy forever and ever," Wes said.
"Lets do both," David said.
"Deal," Wes replied.