flyblckbirdfly
Sept. 18, 2011, 6:24 a.m.
(Mis)Adventures of Teenage Boys
Uptight
Kurt and Blaine are at McKinley and are part of New Directions. Mr. Schue is talking to the group about song selection for Sectionals and Kurt is less than pleased. When Santana makes a comment about his attitude, well, the conversation takes a decidedly different turn.
T - Words: 604 - Last Updated: Sep 18, 2011 3,332 0 4 4 Categories: Humor, Characters: Blaine Anderson, Kurt Hummel,
Author's Notes: Fun fact: This was the very first fic I wrote for this fandom. :)
"Okay guys. Just because we made it to Nationals last year doesn't mean that we can get lazy. We need to put together a show that will let everyone know New Directions is still a threat,"�Mr. Schuester started, dry erase marker in hand.
The board was blank behind him, but Kurt could already see words forming on its stark white surface. Something classic rock or another disturbing attempt at disco revival. No matter that the group had made it to Nationals last year on something as unique and unheard of as performing original songs. Every time it seemed as though their leader might have altered his ways, he always managed to take about a hundred vest-clad steps backward.
As he waited for the inevitable, he turned his attention to Blaine. His boyfriend was sitting in the chair beside him, idly massaging Kurt's crossed ankles as they rested across his thighs. Kurt could hardly feel the motion through the thick black leather of his boots, but it still sent a spiral of tingles to the pit of his stomach and brought about a delightful little daydream about Blaine caressing another part of Kurt's body with his fingers. But, he was yanked from his thoughts by their teacher at the front of the room.
"So, this year, New Directions is going back to the basics. It's what brought us together as a group, and it's what is going to keep us strong this fall," Mr. Schuester said, turning his back on them to--pathetically predictably--scrawl the word "Journey" across the board to a chorus of groans and sighs.
"What happened to letting us have a say in what we perform?"�Kurt asked. He sat up a little straighter to go on the defense and tried to pull his feet back to the ground, but Blaine latched onto his ankles and refused to let them go.
"This isn't up for discussion, Kurt."
"Well, it should be. If I wanted all of my musical decisions made for me,�I'd transfer back to Dalton,"�Kurt replied, rolling his eyes and dropping back into the cheap and uncomfortable plastic chair.
"I thought you'd lighten up a little now that you have a boyfriend," Santana said, turning around to shoot a bitchy look in his direction.
"Yeah, you are pretty tight," Blaine said, a grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. Kurt's entire body flushed in an instant, and even though he tried to brush it off with an eye-roll, he knew that his face was close to turning purple from embarrassment. Finn whipped around in his seat and the rest of the group followed his lead.
"What did you just say?"�he asked Blaine, but kept his eyes steadied on Kurt.
"I said he's pretty uptight," Blaine lied effortlessly, shrugging and keeping his cool remarkably better than Kurt.
"I'm pretty sure that's not what you said." Finn looked like he was trying to figure out the square root of 371 in his head.
"Please do not choose this moment to start acting like a protective sibling, Finn,"�Kurt spat out, thankful beyond belief that he'd managed to get himself under control enough to sound sufficiently and appropriately annoyed. Finn turned slowly, clearly still doing mental math, or a perverted version of such.
"Hot," Santana stated, she and Brittany simultaneously giving them a once-over before turning their attention back to the front of the room along with the rest of the class.
"Okay,"�Mr. Schester said, drawing the word out and pretending like he hadn't just heard the entire exchange as he attempted to regain control of the classroom.
"You are in so much trouble,"�Kurt leaned over to growl in Blaine's ear.
"Yeah? Well, I can't wait for my punishment," Blaine whispered back.
The board was blank behind him, but Kurt could already see words forming on its stark white surface. Something classic rock or another disturbing attempt at disco revival. No matter that the group had made it to Nationals last year on something as unique and unheard of as performing original songs. Every time it seemed as though their leader might have altered his ways, he always managed to take about a hundred vest-clad steps backward.
As he waited for the inevitable, he turned his attention to Blaine. His boyfriend was sitting in the chair beside him, idly massaging Kurt's crossed ankles as they rested across his thighs. Kurt could hardly feel the motion through the thick black leather of his boots, but it still sent a spiral of tingles to the pit of his stomach and brought about a delightful little daydream about Blaine caressing another part of Kurt's body with his fingers. But, he was yanked from his thoughts by their teacher at the front of the room.
"So, this year, New Directions is going back to the basics. It's what brought us together as a group, and it's what is going to keep us strong this fall," Mr. Schuester said, turning his back on them to--pathetically predictably--scrawl the word "Journey" across the board to a chorus of groans and sighs.
"What happened to letting us have a say in what we perform?"�Kurt asked. He sat up a little straighter to go on the defense and tried to pull his feet back to the ground, but Blaine latched onto his ankles and refused to let them go.
"This isn't up for discussion, Kurt."
"Well, it should be. If I wanted all of my musical decisions made for me,�I'd transfer back to Dalton,"�Kurt replied, rolling his eyes and dropping back into the cheap and uncomfortable plastic chair.
"I thought you'd lighten up a little now that you have a boyfriend," Santana said, turning around to shoot a bitchy look in his direction.
"Yeah, you are pretty tight," Blaine said, a grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. Kurt's entire body flushed in an instant, and even though he tried to brush it off with an eye-roll, he knew that his face was close to turning purple from embarrassment. Finn whipped around in his seat and the rest of the group followed his lead.
"What did you just say?"�he asked Blaine, but kept his eyes steadied on Kurt.
"I said he's pretty uptight," Blaine lied effortlessly, shrugging and keeping his cool remarkably better than Kurt.
"I'm pretty sure that's not what you said." Finn looked like he was trying to figure out the square root of 371 in his head.
"Please do not choose this moment to start acting like a protective sibling, Finn,"�Kurt spat out, thankful beyond belief that he'd managed to get himself under control enough to sound sufficiently and appropriately annoyed. Finn turned slowly, clearly still doing mental math, or a perverted version of such.
"Hot," Santana stated, she and Brittany simultaneously giving them a once-over before turning their attention back to the front of the room along with the rest of the class.
"Okay,"�Mr. Schester said, drawing the word out and pretending like he hadn't just heard the entire exchange as he attempted to regain control of the classroom.
"You are in so much trouble,"�Kurt leaned over to growl in Blaine's ear.
"Yeah? Well, I can't wait for my punishment," Blaine whispered back.
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Love cheeky Blaine :) lol
Short and funny. Liked it!
I'm sure there is a journery song they havn't done. xD
What an adorable fic! If this is only the begining can't wait to read the whole verse. I was having a really shitty week and I needed a pick me up, couldn't have asked for something better. You're a very very good writer. :)