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TWO DAYS LEFT! I only started this, you know ... three months ago...
Day 01 - Your favorite male character
Day 02 - Your favorite female character
Day 03 - Your favorite group performance
Day 04 - Your favorite solo
Day 05 - Your favorite duet
Day 06 - Your favorite Rachel/Finn moment
Day 07 - Your favorite Finn-Kurt moment
Day 08 - Your favorite Quinn/Puck moment
Day 09 - Your favorite Kurt-Mercedes moment
Day 10 - Your favorite Santana/Brittany moment
Day 11 - Your favorite Sue Sylvester moment
Day 12 - The couple you ship the MOST
Day 13 - A scene/moment that pissed you off
Day 14 - A scene/moment that made you cry
Day 15 - A scene/moment that made you happy
Day 16 - Your favorite episode
Day 17 - Your least favorite episode
Day 18 - Your least favorite character
Day 19 - Your least favorite performance
Day 20 - Your favorite quote
Day 21 - Your favorite guest-star
Day 22 - Your least favorite guest-star
Day 23 - The character you most relate to
Day 24 - The character you would like to hear/see more of
Day 25 - Something that happened that you wish hadn’t
Day 26 - Something that hadn’t happened but you wish had
Day 27 - Your idea for a future Glee character
Day 28 - Your idea for a future Glee episode
Day 29 - Your idea for a future Glee performance
Day 30 - Whatever tickles your fancy
"Hi," says Kurt, and he sounds a little breathless, standing on the front stairs of McKinley High School in his new secondhand Balmain jacket. He's smiling as Blaine jogs the last few feet out of the parking lot. It's a sunny September day in Ohio, already with a cold snap in the air, and students stream up the steps all around them, laughing and chattering and paying no attention to them.
"Hey," says Blaine, grinning back and stopping on the pavement just below the step where Kurt is perched. He's in skinny jeans and a cardigan, messenger bag thrown over his shoulder and sunglasses nested in his hair.
The size and force of Kurt's smile only grows. "I see you found it after all," he says archly.
"You know, it was surprisingly easy," Blaine says, mock-thoughtful. "There were all these big yellow buses..."
Kurt laughs and reaches out for his hand; they lace their fingers together with the easy comfort of a familiar motion. Kurt tugs him up onto the stairs and they stare at each other from up close for several seconds, smiling, and then Kurt is the first one to come back to himself and remember all of the students moving around them. He glances away, smile tempering but still very much present, and Blaine gives a low whuff of a laugh.
"So," says Blaine. "Are you the welcoming committee?"
"Part of it," Kurt admits. He glances back over his shoulder and side to side, but doesn't spot any terribly-familiar faces. The freshmen look very, very little this year. "Mike and Finn and a few of the others were supposed to meet us here, but I suppose I shouldn't be surprised that Finn forgot." He turns to face the school and takes the first step up, and Blaine amenably goes along with him. "He bolted when we got here this morning; he mumbled something about Rachel and a surprise." He sighs, long-suffering. "They're probably sucking each others' faces off against a bank of lockers somewhere."
Blaine laughs as they go up the stairs side by side. "That's not very charitable," he points out, grinning. "They just got back together; they're excited."
"It may not be charitable, but it's realistic," Kurt corrects, but he's smiling -- a little shyer -- when he glances at Blaine sideways. "I'm glad you're here," he says, and Blaine squeezes his hand. They turn away from each other to step into the front hall, Kurt holding his head high -- and are immediately hit in the face by slushies. Two boys in letterman jackets walk around them and high-five behind their backs, laughing, as they continue on their way outside.
Blaine stands there frozen and gaping, dripping with blue ice slurry, while the flow of pedestrian traffic goes on around them. Kurt grimly flicks slushie out of his own eyes with two fingers.
"Welcome to McKinley," Kurt says.
"So I decided it should be sparklier," Brittany finishes, and her eyes flick up toward the hallway ceiling. "Sparkly? Sparklier."
Santana considers it, piling books into her locker. "Sparkly," she pronounces. "Whatever; nothing can have too much bling." She points at Brittany. "Unless it's on Berry."
Brittany laughs and Santana allows herself a smug, pleased smile as she pulls her chem book out. That smile disappears instantly when Brittany reaches out and gently tips back the red hat that she's wearing, and makes like she's going to nuzzle her.
Santana flings her hands out, palms toward Brittany, and she gives an uncomfortable snort. "What do you think you're doing?"
"You looked pretty," Brittany says, still smiling.
"No," Santana snaps. "We's discussed this, okay? You can't do sappy crap like that."
"...You said you liked my lady kisses," Brittany says, blank but with the tiniest glimmer of early hurt.
"I'm--" Santana momentarily looks uncharacteristically panicked. She collects herself, though; she huffs a sharp breath, glances around, and then hisses, "Not here." She slams her locker and turns away, hair whipping with her. Her boot heels click as she storms away.
Behind her, Brittany stares and her mouth opens like she's going to try to call her back to apologize, but then she closes it again and lowers her head.
* * *
"Dude," Finn says, his face darkening.
"They got you already?" Puck asks. He looks and sounds like he's torn between anger and begrudging admiration. "You've been here for, like, five minutes!"
Dressed in the spare outfit that he had been carrying folded in a trash bag inside his bag on Kurt's recommendation, his hair soaked and slicked back (but already starting to spring into damp curls), Blaine shrugs. Standing in the chorus room doorway beside him with similarly wet hair and wearing an uncharacteristically simple ensemble, Kurt looks madder.
Rachel steps forward, a whirling dervish in a polka dotted dress. "Where were you?" she demands. "We waited as long as we could! Coach Sylvester almost caught us out after the bell rang."
"She is so, so scary," Mike mumbles.
"Where were we? Where were you?" Kurt asks, stepping forward and ignoring Blaine's half-hearted tug at his arm. "This jacket is a Balmain!" Head snapping to the side, Blaine shoots him a horrified glance. Everybody else looks blank.
"We were at the back entrance, by the faculty parking lot," Tina breaks in, obviously to forestall the brewing war between Kurt and Rachel, who almost seem to fight more now that they're friends than they did when they would loudly profess their dislike for each other. "Seriously, what happened to you guys?"
Kurt sighs heavily. "Front entrance," Blaine explains, succinct and wry, and he lets Kurt tug him toward the seats.
"Ahh, the sting of your first slushie," Artie says nostalgically, earning a couple chuckles. Blaine half-smiles. Conversations around them pick up and people seem to be chilling out for a couple seconds; at least, until Quinn and Mercedes march through the door and stop short together.
Quinn says, "Already?"; Mercedes says, "Oh hell no."
"It's fine," Kurt says shortly. "We're fine." He can't be as annoyed as he sounds; he lets Brittany reach over and hug him hello. "Hi boo."
"You're wet," Brittany points out. She sounds subdued. "Hi Kurt's boyfriend."
"Hi," Blaine says, grinning at her over Kurt's shoulder, and she hesitantly smiles back.
"Hey, guys!" Mr. Schuester calls as he comes in, and he's greeted with cheers and smiles. "Man, it's so great to see everybody!" (He's wearing a vest. He's always wearing a vest.) His eyes fall on the two boys in the middle row. "I see we have a new recruit in our midst!"
"I know I haven't auditioned yet," Blaine says, rising to his feet under the scrutiny, "but--" Quinn reaches up and pulls him back into his chair, cutting him off.
"Oh, we don't stand on ceremony here," Mr. Schuester assures him. "I mean, we all know that you can sing, Blaine," (there are one or two laughs, and a few more smiles), "and anyway, the audition process is really more of a formality; just so I can get an idea of what we're working with."
"Wait," says Blaine, thick eyebrows furrowing. "Everybody who auditions gets in?"
"You're not in Dalton Academy anymore, Dorothy," Kurt says lightly, nudging him.
Santana sticks her hand up in the air. "Slow your roll here," she objects. "I was told I wasn't allowed to call either of them Dorothy." She tilts her head, hair flipping with the sharpness of the movement. "What is this, some special gay deal?"
(Brittany stares silently at the whiteboard.)
Blaine glances at Kurt, who just shakes his head.
"Okay!" says Mr. Schue, very obviously ignoring Santana. "Guys! Welcome back!" Everybody laughs and claps and cheers; even Kurt smiles, and Lauren gives a deadpan, "Woo."
"I'm going to be holding auditions tomorrow and Thursday after school in the auditorium, so make sure you encourage your friends to come by! There are already a couple names on the sign-up sheet."
"Wait," says Tina. "Real names?"
"Not Maya Buttsmells?" Finn asks. Sam snickers.
"Or penis?" Quinn says; so, so dry.
"Real names, guys," Mr. Schuester assures them. "Remember, you went to nationals last year!" Everyone turns and looks at Brittany expectantly, but she doesn't automatically whoop the way she did every time the word "nationals" was said last year.
She stares back at them.
"Other students have seen what you can do with perseverance, talent, and a little hard work; they want to join! So," says Mr. Schuester, and the faces watching him grow warier. "With that in mind, I've come up with your assignment for the week. I want everybody to sing in front of the whole club."
"Solos?" Tina asks, sounding a little breathless.
"If you want," Mr. Schuester allows. "The whole idea is to welcome the new kids and give you all an idea of what everybody sounds like. You can also group up, but everybody's voice has to be heard individually at some point, okay?"
Finn is peering at him. Santana is buffing her nails and Mike looks unnerved, but most of the kids look interested. Rachel's eyes are gleaming maniacally.
Will grins broadly. "It's gonna be a great year!"
Your idea for a future Glee episode: One that deals with summer vacation fallout
I don't think that we could follow the kids through summer vacations without a fundamental shift in the way that the show is structured, but I would love to see an episode that deals with the fact that they've been running around Lima for three months and we don't know what they've been getting up to. Obviously, from the way I've written this, I went for a 3x01 scenario, but honestly, any summer vacation episode that deals with ~*summer drama*~ and gives opportunities for all of the kids to shine would be my ideal. In the particular scenes that I wrote, I am envisioning Santana and Brittany as having had a frolicky queer summer with no boys and no judgmental classmates to come between them -- and Santana immediately shutting down and being like 'OH HELL NO, nobody at school can know about this' when it comes time to go back to school.
I am envisioning RIDICULOUS THINGS happening between all of the singing groups, in true dramatic Glee fashion; basically I just want ~*leftover summer drama*~ to invade, complete with a quick flashback or two. Puck and Lauren probably did something scandalous and dragged Artie into it; Finn and Rachel got back together in August and spent most of the month making out all over the Berry and Hudmel households while Kurt yelled with indignation every time he walked in on something. Mike's family went on a cross-country road trip and his relationship with Tina was tested by distance; Tina, meanwhile, lifeguarded at the community pool, and she helped Quinn get a job there, too. Sam did a lot of hanging out with guys from football and not so much with glee, which has amped up tensions, and Mercedes tried out for American Idol.
For the record: I started out with Kurt and Blaine, I know, and I am all about spreading the screen-time as evenly as possible among all the kids in my fake episode, but my A-plots for this episode would be Santana and Brittany, and also something, ANYTHING, for Mercedes and Tina. I think I would probably put the two of them, and maybe one or two other kids, in a group together.
Day 01 - Your favorite male character
Day 02 - Your favorite female character
Day 03 - Your favorite group performance
Day 04 - Your favorite solo
Day 05 - Your favorite duet
Day 06 - Your favorite Rachel/Finn moment
Day 07 - Your favorite Finn-Kurt moment
Day 08 - Your favorite Quinn/Puck moment
Day 09 - Your favorite Kurt-Mercedes moment
Day 10 - Your favorite Santana/Brittany moment
Day 11 - Your favorite Sue Sylvester moment
Day 12 - The couple you ship the MOST
Day 13 - A scene/moment that pissed you off
Day 14 - A scene/moment that made you cry
Day 15 - A scene/moment that made you happy
Day 16 - Your favorite episode
Day 17 - Your least favorite episode
Day 18 - Your least favorite character
Day 19 - Your least favorite performance
Day 20 - Your favorite quote
Day 21 - Your favorite guest-star
Day 22 - Your least favorite guest-star
Day 23 - The character you most relate to
Day 24 - The character you would like to hear/see more of
Day 25 - Something that happened that you wish hadn’t
Day 26 - Something that hadn’t happened but you wish had
Day 27 - Your idea for a future Glee character
Day 28 - Your idea for a future Glee episode
Day 29 - Your idea for a future Glee performance
Day 30 - Whatever tickles your fancy
"Hi," says Kurt, and he sounds a little breathless, standing on the front stairs of McKinley High School in his new secondhand Balmain jacket. He's smiling as Blaine jogs the last few feet out of the parking lot. It's a sunny September day in Ohio, already with a cold snap in the air, and students stream up the steps all around them, laughing and chattering and paying no attention to them.
"Hey," says Blaine, grinning back and stopping on the pavement just below the step where Kurt is perched. He's in skinny jeans and a cardigan, messenger bag thrown over his shoulder and sunglasses nested in his hair.
The size and force of Kurt's smile only grows. "I see you found it after all," he says archly.
"You know, it was surprisingly easy," Blaine says, mock-thoughtful. "There were all these big yellow buses..."
Kurt laughs and reaches out for his hand; they lace their fingers together with the easy comfort of a familiar motion. Kurt tugs him up onto the stairs and they stare at each other from up close for several seconds, smiling, and then Kurt is the first one to come back to himself and remember all of the students moving around them. He glances away, smile tempering but still very much present, and Blaine gives a low whuff of a laugh.
"So," says Blaine. "Are you the welcoming committee?"
"Part of it," Kurt admits. He glances back over his shoulder and side to side, but doesn't spot any terribly-familiar faces. The freshmen look very, very little this year. "Mike and Finn and a few of the others were supposed to meet us here, but I suppose I shouldn't be surprised that Finn forgot." He turns to face the school and takes the first step up, and Blaine amenably goes along with him. "He bolted when we got here this morning; he mumbled something about Rachel and a surprise." He sighs, long-suffering. "They're probably sucking each others' faces off against a bank of lockers somewhere."
Blaine laughs as they go up the stairs side by side. "That's not very charitable," he points out, grinning. "They just got back together; they're excited."
"It may not be charitable, but it's realistic," Kurt corrects, but he's smiling -- a little shyer -- when he glances at Blaine sideways. "I'm glad you're here," he says, and Blaine squeezes his hand. They turn away from each other to step into the front hall, Kurt holding his head high -- and are immediately hit in the face by slushies. Two boys in letterman jackets walk around them and high-five behind their backs, laughing, as they continue on their way outside.
Blaine stands there frozen and gaping, dripping with blue ice slurry, while the flow of pedestrian traffic goes on around them. Kurt grimly flicks slushie out of his own eyes with two fingers.
"Welcome to McKinley," Kurt says.
"So I decided it should be sparklier," Brittany finishes, and her eyes flick up toward the hallway ceiling. "Sparkly? Sparklier."
Santana considers it, piling books into her locker. "Sparkly," she pronounces. "Whatever; nothing can have too much bling." She points at Brittany. "Unless it's on Berry."
Brittany laughs and Santana allows herself a smug, pleased smile as she pulls her chem book out. That smile disappears instantly when Brittany reaches out and gently tips back the red hat that she's wearing, and makes like she's going to nuzzle her.
Santana flings her hands out, palms toward Brittany, and she gives an uncomfortable snort. "What do you think you're doing?"
"You looked pretty," Brittany says, still smiling.
"No," Santana snaps. "We's discussed this, okay? You can't do sappy crap like that."
"...You said you liked my lady kisses," Brittany says, blank but with the tiniest glimmer of early hurt.
"I'm--" Santana momentarily looks uncharacteristically panicked. She collects herself, though; she huffs a sharp breath, glances around, and then hisses, "Not here." She slams her locker and turns away, hair whipping with her. Her boot heels click as she storms away.
Behind her, Brittany stares and her mouth opens like she's going to try to call her back to apologize, but then she closes it again and lowers her head.
* * *
"Dude," Finn says, his face darkening.
"They got you already?" Puck asks. He looks and sounds like he's torn between anger and begrudging admiration. "You've been here for, like, five minutes!"
Dressed in the spare outfit that he had been carrying folded in a trash bag inside his bag on Kurt's recommendation, his hair soaked and slicked back (but already starting to spring into damp curls), Blaine shrugs. Standing in the chorus room doorway beside him with similarly wet hair and wearing an uncharacteristically simple ensemble, Kurt looks madder.
Rachel steps forward, a whirling dervish in a polka dotted dress. "Where were you?" she demands. "We waited as long as we could! Coach Sylvester almost caught us out after the bell rang."
"She is so, so scary," Mike mumbles.
"Where were we? Where were you?" Kurt asks, stepping forward and ignoring Blaine's half-hearted tug at his arm. "This jacket is a Balmain!" Head snapping to the side, Blaine shoots him a horrified glance. Everybody else looks blank.
"We were at the back entrance, by the faculty parking lot," Tina breaks in, obviously to forestall the brewing war between Kurt and Rachel, who almost seem to fight more now that they're friends than they did when they would loudly profess their dislike for each other. "Seriously, what happened to you guys?"
Kurt sighs heavily. "Front entrance," Blaine explains, succinct and wry, and he lets Kurt tug him toward the seats.
"Ahh, the sting of your first slushie," Artie says nostalgically, earning a couple chuckles. Blaine half-smiles. Conversations around them pick up and people seem to be chilling out for a couple seconds; at least, until Quinn and Mercedes march through the door and stop short together.
Quinn says, "Already?"; Mercedes says, "Oh hell no."
"It's fine," Kurt says shortly. "We're fine." He can't be as annoyed as he sounds; he lets Brittany reach over and hug him hello. "Hi boo."
"You're wet," Brittany points out. She sounds subdued. "Hi Kurt's boyfriend."
"Hi," Blaine says, grinning at her over Kurt's shoulder, and she hesitantly smiles back.
"Hey, guys!" Mr. Schuester calls as he comes in, and he's greeted with cheers and smiles. "Man, it's so great to see everybody!" (He's wearing a vest. He's always wearing a vest.) His eyes fall on the two boys in the middle row. "I see we have a new recruit in our midst!"
"I know I haven't auditioned yet," Blaine says, rising to his feet under the scrutiny, "but--" Quinn reaches up and pulls him back into his chair, cutting him off.
"Oh, we don't stand on ceremony here," Mr. Schuester assures him. "I mean, we all know that you can sing, Blaine," (there are one or two laughs, and a few more smiles), "and anyway, the audition process is really more of a formality; just so I can get an idea of what we're working with."
"Wait," says Blaine, thick eyebrows furrowing. "Everybody who auditions gets in?"
"You're not in Dalton Academy anymore, Dorothy," Kurt says lightly, nudging him.
Santana sticks her hand up in the air. "Slow your roll here," she objects. "I was told I wasn't allowed to call either of them Dorothy." She tilts her head, hair flipping with the sharpness of the movement. "What is this, some special gay deal?"
(Brittany stares silently at the whiteboard.)
Blaine glances at Kurt, who just shakes his head.
"Okay!" says Mr. Schue, very obviously ignoring Santana. "Guys! Welcome back!" Everybody laughs and claps and cheers; even Kurt smiles, and Lauren gives a deadpan, "Woo."
"I'm going to be holding auditions tomorrow and Thursday after school in the auditorium, so make sure you encourage your friends to come by! There are already a couple names on the sign-up sheet."
"Wait," says Tina. "Real names?"
"Not Maya Buttsmells?" Finn asks. Sam snickers.
"Or penis?" Quinn says; so, so dry.
"Real names, guys," Mr. Schuester assures them. "Remember, you went to nationals last year!" Everyone turns and looks at Brittany expectantly, but she doesn't automatically whoop the way she did every time the word "nationals" was said last year.
She stares back at them.
"Other students have seen what you can do with perseverance, talent, and a little hard work; they want to join! So," says Mr. Schuester, and the faces watching him grow warier. "With that in mind, I've come up with your assignment for the week. I want everybody to sing in front of the whole club."
"Solos?" Tina asks, sounding a little breathless.
"If you want," Mr. Schuester allows. "The whole idea is to welcome the new kids and give you all an idea of what everybody sounds like. You can also group up, but everybody's voice has to be heard individually at some point, okay?"
Finn is peering at him. Santana is buffing her nails and Mike looks unnerved, but most of the kids look interested. Rachel's eyes are gleaming maniacally.
Will grins broadly. "It's gonna be a great year!"
I don't think that we could follow the kids through summer vacations without a fundamental shift in the way that the show is structured, but I would love to see an episode that deals with the fact that they've been running around Lima for three months and we don't know what they've been getting up to. Obviously, from the way I've written this, I went for a 3x01 scenario, but honestly, any summer vacation episode that deals with ~*summer drama*~ and gives opportunities for all of the kids to shine would be my ideal. In the particular scenes that I wrote, I am envisioning Santana and Brittany as having had a frolicky queer summer with no boys and no judgmental classmates to come between them -- and Santana immediately shutting down and being like 'OH HELL NO, nobody at school can know about this' when it comes time to go back to school.
I am envisioning RIDICULOUS THINGS happening between all of the singing groups, in true dramatic Glee fashion; basically I just want ~*leftover summer drama*~ to invade, complete with a quick flashback or two. Puck and Lauren probably did something scandalous and dragged Artie into it; Finn and Rachel got back together in August and spent most of the month making out all over the Berry and Hudmel households while Kurt yelled with indignation every time he walked in on something. Mike's family went on a cross-country road trip and his relationship with Tina was tested by distance; Tina, meanwhile, lifeguarded at the community pool, and she helped Quinn get a job there, too. Sam did a lot of hanging out with guys from football and not so much with glee, which has amped up tensions, and Mercedes tried out for American Idol.
For the record: I started out with Kurt and Blaine, I know, and I am all about spreading the screen-time as evenly as possible among all the kids in my fake episode, but my A-plots for this episode would be Santana and Brittany, and also something, ANYTHING, for Mercedes and Tina. I think I would probably put the two of them, and maybe one or two other kids, in a group together.
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But I would mostly read this fic.
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I DON'T WANT YOU TO WRITE GLEE
I WANT YOU TO WRITE ALL THE BRITTANA, ALL THE TIME
seriously this is like the beginning of the "oh but we CAN'T come out!" "but I LOVE you!" fic of my dreeeaaaams
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I would so totally bribe you with chocolate if I can persuade you to write more!