Glee Fluff Meme Fill: WMHS vs WBC
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cathrineroseTitle: WMHS vs WBC
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Pairing: Kurt Hummel/Dave Karofsky
Rating: 12A/FRT
Word Count: c. 1,700
Spoilers: Season 2 till "Never been Kissed" to be safe
Warnings: boykissing, implied homophobia
Summary: William McKinley High School versus the Westboro Baptist Church
Notes: A fill for this prompt.on![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
glee_fluff_meme. Also first meme fill, first Glee fic, and first fic I've completed without either knowing that it was part one of an unwritten series or wanting to burn two days later.
Prompt: The Westboro Baptist Church is in my hometown today, and it's making me pissy. So...
Kurt finds out that Westboro is coming to Lima, and convinces the glee club (Let's pretend this is pre-2.08) to come and protest their presence with him. Coach Beiste gets wind of the club's plan, and decides it would be a good exercise in tolerance to bring along the football team/various sport squads. Well, anything the Beiste can do, Sue can do better, so she and the Cheerios come towing confetti canons, banners, a spiffy new routine, etc. Eventually, it culminates in basically all of WMHS showing up, decked out in pride gear and bearing signs. Westboro is thoroughly crushed.
Bonus for:
~Westboroers saying something along the lines of "You deserve to be in a wheelchair, God hates you" to Artie, and Tina/Puck/everybody defends the the fuck out of him.
~Sue also brings along Jean. Cue above. Sue defends the fuck out of her.
~It's on a school day, and absolutely no one shows up to class.
~Glee club comes in their RHPS costumes (Even Puck as Eddie, with Mike as a random Transylvanian or something) and sing Sweet Transvestite/Touch-a Touch-a Touch Me/Heck, just give a live performance of the entire thing (to support sexual freedom, of course.) I really don't know. XD
~Karofsky is all "LET MESHOW MY LOVE PROVE THE STUPID PEOPLE WRONG", and kisses Kurt, effectively outing himself to the entire school. Kurtofsky means internet cookies.<3
TL;DR: WMHS protests the Westboro Baptist Church protesters.
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“We’re here in Lima, Ohio where local students are holding a counter-protest against Westboro Baptist Church’s picket of a community theatre production La Cage Aux Folles. With me here is the person everyone is saying is responsible for this astonishing turn-out; Kurt Hummel a junior at McKinley High. Kurt, what you and other students have achieved is truly amazing.”
Kurt is still trying to get his head around what’s happening. When he mentioned his plans for a counter-protest to the Gleeks, he’d expected one or two of them to turn up. This, what’s happened is so far beyond what he expected…
The protestors from Westboro are there already when Kurt arrived. They’re on the corner of the crosswalk diagonally opposite the theatre, with the cops forming a barrier between them and the rest of the intersection which has been cordoned off for the day. He hadn’t expected anyone else until lunchtime. He had been so wrong.
First Sam and the A/V club turn up in costumes, with signs like “Keep Organ Repossession Illegal” “God Needs a Starship” and “God Hates Jedi”. Next thing Kurt hears in the crowd that Coach Beiste has ordered all the jocks to turn up, and it looks like they have with signs like “God Hates Signs- That Movie Sucks” “I Was Promised Donuts” and “God Hates New Facebook”. He notices Karofsky and Azimo are juggling “God Never Gonna Give You Up” “God Never Gonna Let You Down” and “God Never Gonna Run Around And Desert You” as he walks past them. He freezes for a second; reflexively hoping they’ll ignore him.
“Hummel!” Kurt turns back to see Azimo shrugging off Karofsky’s hand on his shoulder and striding towards him.
“Look, Hummel, me and Dave; we’ve been pretty stupid. It was… my parents are really mad at me right now and… we shouldn’t have done it I get that now, but Dave’s my best friend… it was stupid; but Dave’s a dumb shit about this stuff and neither of us really thought it through.”
Kurt blinks “Are you trying to apologize?”
“Yeah, for the slushies and all that shit. Like I said my boy’s kind of stupid bout this stuff; but I shouldn’t have… so yeah.” Kurt nods and thankfully Azimo lets it go at that, slapping him on the back and saying; “Hey, good work with this protest, by the way.”
Rachel grabs his arm while he’s still in shock and pulls him to the side of the theatre. All of New Directions are there, pulling props and costumes out of Mr Schue’s car. Kurt blinks for a second; Puck is in black leathers, Sam is in gold shorts, and Quinn is helping Mercedes into her corset.
“Hurry up.” Rachel says, stripping off his sweater. “We’re not on school property, we can totally do this. Granted I would have preferred more time to prepare an entirely new routine, but, I can’t think of anything that would piss these guys off more.” She shrugs, wrestling him into his Riff-Raff wig.
There are more students from McKinley milling around with different signs when they come back to the protest. It looks like most of the school really has turned up. Kurt’s seen more rainbow signs and banners in the last ten minutes than ever before. He’s dizzy with it, there are colours everywhere, the air is buzzing; it feels like Carnival or Mardi Gras, a time when whole cities explode with sound and light. Gradually, he realizes that feeling of music humming through his bones isn’t metaphorical. McKinley’s varying music groups have arrived filling the air and ground with music as Santana launches into Science Fiction/Double Feature.
They sing and dance their hearts out, to applause from crowd and boos from the crazies. By the time they are finished, they are all high as kites from the adrenaline and the sheer joy of performing. There are TV crews everywhere and everyone seems to think he’s the one to talk to. He’s still in a haze; swept up in the success of the day, hoping he said the right things to the cameras, when he hears someone say that they found McKinley locked and empty, literally everyone who should be there is here.
Kurt is just wiping off the last of his makeup when he sees a flash of blue out of the corner of his eye. Some instinct in his primitive hind-brain makes him turn towards Coach Sylvester, even before he realises who it is. “I Kissed A Girl.” Kurt blinks. “We’ll use the new choreography. Listen to the beats, it’ll challenge you. Fifteen minutes. Move it Porcelain.” He takes the bundle she shoves into his hands and starts stripping even before he registers what’s in it. His cheerio uniform and mic. He tries not to let the fact that he is going to sing the girl’s part in a song about bisexual experimentation while the Cheerios have what can only be called fully clothed lesbian sex behind him distract from his warm-up.
It goes well for something slightly more last minute than Sue’s Cheerios generally work. The new pyrotechnics go off on cue and all but one of the confetti cannons works, shooting wave upon wave of glitter into the crowd. Coach is going to make them pay for every flaw tomorrow, but he can think about that tomorrow. Today he can stand in the middle of this glittering, beating colourful sea of people, let the drum line throb through his body and smile for the sheer joy of watching Susan Adolf Sylvester take over from Mercedes and Tina in tearing into the Westboro Baptist Church a new one after the church stops insulting Artie and starts on Becky and Sue’s sister.
The latest spontaneous protest is for people to grab the nearest person of the same sex and make out with them. Kurt doesn’t know who started it (he’d guess Brittney and Santana) but he can see Rachel and Quinn, Puck and Finn, Matt and Mike; even Mercedes and Tina kissing as he turns in the crowd. He considers seeing if Sam has a partner yet, but before he can even finish that thought; a strong pair of arms wrap around him pulling him against a muscular chest. He is quickly spun into a knee-weakening kiss by… Dave Karofsky. Kurt knows he should move away, even with Azimo’s apology this really isn’t the smart thing to do. He will defiantly move away from this; in just a minute.
Even when he pulls away Karofsky just keeps holding him; looking down at him with a strange look in his eyes. “Sorry” he says gruffly, voice rumbling in his chest. Kurt blinks at him, mind suddenly, foolishly blank. “I’m an idiot. I know Azimo told you that earlier, but I am. A sorry idiot. I’ve never felt like this before. What I did was horrible I know, I’m not trying to make excuses, there is no excuse for how I treated you. I was scared. I’m not brave like you and I just couldn’t do it; couldn’t be open like that. So, I was horrible to you. I… I’ll understand if you don’t want to be near me anymore. If you do though… I want to make it up to you. I can’t make you lose the memories of what I did, but maybe we could make some better ones. Together?” Kurt’s stalled brain is just figuring out what’s going on when Karofsky lowers his head and pauses with his breath brushing Kurt’s lips (to give him a chance to pull away, Kurt realises) before he kisses him. Karofsky, no Dave, Dave kisses like he’s only got one chance at this and he wants to make it last forever.
Kurt pulls back and looks at him. “Are you trying to tell me that all of this was your twisted way of pulling my pigtails?” Dave shrugs, shamefaced and unconvincingly nonchalant. “I just, I wanted you to notice me. I couldn’t think of anything but you for weeks on end and... I’ll just go now.” Kurt clutches at his hand. “You treated me awfully.” He says, trying to put his thoughts in some kind of order. “Between the slushies, and pushing me into lockers and throwing me in the dumpster… you ruined my favourite clothes.” Dave hangs his head and looks like a kicked puppy. “You said it yourself you’re an idiot. I must be an idiot as well; I don’t know why I’m giving you this chance.” Kurt puts his hand on Dave’s chest to keep him at bay even as his arms encircle Kurt’s waist. “There are conditions,” he warns. Dave nods earnestly “One month. I’m giving you one month to prove you’ve changed. You’re on probation and I reserve the right to come to my senses any time I want. You have to replace the clothes that you ruined, with something of equal or better quality.” Dave pulls him close. “This last one’s the deal breaker now. If you don’t do it straight off, I’m walking away.” Dave nods, nervously. “Kiss me.”
Dave needs to smile more, Kurt thinks distractedly as he swoops in with a smile that makes his whole face light up. It makes his whole face light-up, shifting his features to something that makes Kurt’s heart leap into his throat. Then he isn’t thinking about that any more, because Dave is kissing him like he could keep doing it for the rest of his life. They don’t even notice that the last cannon has finally exploded, showering them in glitter as the band plays All You Need Is Love.
I didn't get to mention it but Azimo is the one who pointed out that they have out grown pulling pigtails and Dave needs to man up. He also leads the hockey team in a nuns vs Nazis Sound of Music style attack on WBC’s cars. None of the auto shops in Lima will fix them with Burt giving them a massive Reason You Suck speech
Author:
cathrinerosePairing: Kurt Hummel/Dave Karofsky
Rating: 12A/FRT
Word Count: c. 1,700
Spoilers: Season 2 till "Never been Kissed" to be safe
Warnings: boykissing, implied homophobia
Summary: William McKinley High School versus the Westboro Baptist Church
Notes: A fill for this prompt.on
glee_fluff_meme. Also first meme fill, first Glee fic, and first fic I've completed without either knowing that it was part one of an unwritten series or wanting to burn two days later. Prompt: The Westboro Baptist Church is in my hometown today, and it's making me pissy. So...
Kurt finds out that Westboro is coming to Lima, and convinces the glee club (Let's pretend this is pre-2.08) to come and protest their presence with him. Coach Beiste gets wind of the club's plan, and decides it would be a good exercise in tolerance to bring along the football team/various sport squads. Well, anything the Beiste can do, Sue can do better, so she and the Cheerios come towing confetti canons, banners, a spiffy new routine, etc. Eventually, it culminates in basically all of WMHS showing up, decked out in pride gear and bearing signs. Westboro is thoroughly crushed.
Bonus for:
~Westboroers saying something along the lines of "You deserve to be in a wheelchair, God hates you" to Artie, and Tina/Puck/everybody defends the the fuck out of him.
~Sue also brings along Jean. Cue above. Sue defends the fuck out of her.
~It's on a school day, and absolutely no one shows up to class.
~
~Karofsky is all "LET ME
TL;DR: WMHS protests the Westboro Baptist Church protesters.
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“We’re here in Lima, Ohio where local students are holding a counter-protest against Westboro Baptist Church’s picket of a community theatre production La Cage Aux Folles. With me here is the person everyone is saying is responsible for this astonishing turn-out; Kurt Hummel a junior at McKinley High. Kurt, what you and other students have achieved is truly amazing.”
Kurt is still trying to get his head around what’s happening. When he mentioned his plans for a counter-protest to the Gleeks, he’d expected one or two of them to turn up. This, what’s happened is so far beyond what he expected…
The protestors from Westboro are there already when Kurt arrived. They’re on the corner of the crosswalk diagonally opposite the theatre, with the cops forming a barrier between them and the rest of the intersection which has been cordoned off for the day. He hadn’t expected anyone else until lunchtime. He had been so wrong.
First Sam and the A/V club turn up in costumes, with signs like “Keep Organ Repossession Illegal” “God Needs a Starship” and “God Hates Jedi”. Next thing Kurt hears in the crowd that Coach Beiste has ordered all the jocks to turn up, and it looks like they have with signs like “God Hates Signs- That Movie Sucks” “I Was Promised Donuts” and “God Hates New Facebook”. He notices Karofsky and Azimo are juggling “God Never Gonna Give You Up” “God Never Gonna Let You Down” and “God Never Gonna Run Around And Desert You” as he walks past them. He freezes for a second; reflexively hoping they’ll ignore him.
“Hummel!” Kurt turns back to see Azimo shrugging off Karofsky’s hand on his shoulder and striding towards him.
“Look, Hummel, me and Dave; we’ve been pretty stupid. It was… my parents are really mad at me right now and… we shouldn’t have done it I get that now, but Dave’s my best friend… it was stupid; but Dave’s a dumb shit about this stuff and neither of us really thought it through.”
Kurt blinks “Are you trying to apologize?”
“Yeah, for the slushies and all that shit. Like I said my boy’s kind of stupid bout this stuff; but I shouldn’t have… so yeah.” Kurt nods and thankfully Azimo lets it go at that, slapping him on the back and saying; “Hey, good work with this protest, by the way.”
Rachel grabs his arm while he’s still in shock and pulls him to the side of the theatre. All of New Directions are there, pulling props and costumes out of Mr Schue’s car. Kurt blinks for a second; Puck is in black leathers, Sam is in gold shorts, and Quinn is helping Mercedes into her corset.
“Hurry up.” Rachel says, stripping off his sweater. “We’re not on school property, we can totally do this. Granted I would have preferred more time to prepare an entirely new routine, but, I can’t think of anything that would piss these guys off more.” She shrugs, wrestling him into his Riff-Raff wig.
There are more students from McKinley milling around with different signs when they come back to the protest. It looks like most of the school really has turned up. Kurt’s seen more rainbow signs and banners in the last ten minutes than ever before. He’s dizzy with it, there are colours everywhere, the air is buzzing; it feels like Carnival or Mardi Gras, a time when whole cities explode with sound and light. Gradually, he realizes that feeling of music humming through his bones isn’t metaphorical. McKinley’s varying music groups have arrived filling the air and ground with music as Santana launches into Science Fiction/Double Feature.
They sing and dance their hearts out, to applause from crowd and boos from the crazies. By the time they are finished, they are all high as kites from the adrenaline and the sheer joy of performing. There are TV crews everywhere and everyone seems to think he’s the one to talk to. He’s still in a haze; swept up in the success of the day, hoping he said the right things to the cameras, when he hears someone say that they found McKinley locked and empty, literally everyone who should be there is here.
Kurt is just wiping off the last of his makeup when he sees a flash of blue out of the corner of his eye. Some instinct in his primitive hind-brain makes him turn towards Coach Sylvester, even before he realises who it is. “I Kissed A Girl.” Kurt blinks. “We’ll use the new choreography. Listen to the beats, it’ll challenge you. Fifteen minutes. Move it Porcelain.” He takes the bundle she shoves into his hands and starts stripping even before he registers what’s in it. His cheerio uniform and mic. He tries not to let the fact that he is going to sing the girl’s part in a song about bisexual experimentation while the Cheerios have what can only be called fully clothed lesbian sex behind him distract from his warm-up.
It goes well for something slightly more last minute than Sue’s Cheerios generally work. The new pyrotechnics go off on cue and all but one of the confetti cannons works, shooting wave upon wave of glitter into the crowd. Coach is going to make them pay for every flaw tomorrow, but he can think about that tomorrow. Today he can stand in the middle of this glittering, beating colourful sea of people, let the drum line throb through his body and smile for the sheer joy of watching Susan Adolf Sylvester take over from Mercedes and Tina in tearing into the Westboro Baptist Church a new one after the church stops insulting Artie and starts on Becky and Sue’s sister.
The latest spontaneous protest is for people to grab the nearest person of the same sex and make out with them. Kurt doesn’t know who started it (he’d guess Brittney and Santana) but he can see Rachel and Quinn, Puck and Finn, Matt and Mike; even Mercedes and Tina kissing as he turns in the crowd. He considers seeing if Sam has a partner yet, but before he can even finish that thought; a strong pair of arms wrap around him pulling him against a muscular chest. He is quickly spun into a knee-weakening kiss by… Dave Karofsky. Kurt knows he should move away, even with Azimo’s apology this really isn’t the smart thing to do. He will defiantly move away from this; in just a minute.
Even when he pulls away Karofsky just keeps holding him; looking down at him with a strange look in his eyes. “Sorry” he says gruffly, voice rumbling in his chest. Kurt blinks at him, mind suddenly, foolishly blank. “I’m an idiot. I know Azimo told you that earlier, but I am. A sorry idiot. I’ve never felt like this before. What I did was horrible I know, I’m not trying to make excuses, there is no excuse for how I treated you. I was scared. I’m not brave like you and I just couldn’t do it; couldn’t be open like that. So, I was horrible to you. I… I’ll understand if you don’t want to be near me anymore. If you do though… I want to make it up to you. I can’t make you lose the memories of what I did, but maybe we could make some better ones. Together?” Kurt’s stalled brain is just figuring out what’s going on when Karofsky lowers his head and pauses with his breath brushing Kurt’s lips (to give him a chance to pull away, Kurt realises) before he kisses him. Karofsky, no Dave, Dave kisses like he’s only got one chance at this and he wants to make it last forever.
Kurt pulls back and looks at him. “Are you trying to tell me that all of this was your twisted way of pulling my pigtails?” Dave shrugs, shamefaced and unconvincingly nonchalant. “I just, I wanted you to notice me. I couldn’t think of anything but you for weeks on end and... I’ll just go now.” Kurt clutches at his hand. “You treated me awfully.” He says, trying to put his thoughts in some kind of order. “Between the slushies, and pushing me into lockers and throwing me in the dumpster… you ruined my favourite clothes.” Dave hangs his head and looks like a kicked puppy. “You said it yourself you’re an idiot. I must be an idiot as well; I don’t know why I’m giving you this chance.” Kurt puts his hand on Dave’s chest to keep him at bay even as his arms encircle Kurt’s waist. “There are conditions,” he warns. Dave nods earnestly “One month. I’m giving you one month to prove you’ve changed. You’re on probation and I reserve the right to come to my senses any time I want. You have to replace the clothes that you ruined, with something of equal or better quality.” Dave pulls him close. “This last one’s the deal breaker now. If you don’t do it straight off, I’m walking away.” Dave nods, nervously. “Kiss me.”
Dave needs to smile more, Kurt thinks distractedly as he swoops in with a smile that makes his whole face light up. It makes his whole face light-up, shifting his features to something that makes Kurt’s heart leap into his throat. Then he isn’t thinking about that any more, because Dave is kissing him like he could keep doing it for the rest of his life. They don’t even notice that the last cannon has finally exploded, showering them in glitter as the band plays All You Need Is Love.
I didn't get to mention it but Azimo is the one who pointed out that they have out grown pulling pigtails and Dave needs to man up. He also leads the hockey team in a nuns vs Nazis Sound of Music style attack on WBC’s cars. None of the auto shops in Lima will fix them with Burt giving them a massive Reason You Suck speech
