And then I see her, the blood drained from her face, hands clenched in fists at her sides, walking with stiff, small steps up toward the stage, passing me, and I see the back of her blouse has become untucked and hangs out over her skirt.
It’s this detail, the untucked blouse forming a ducktail, that brings me back to myself.
“Prim!” The strangled cry comes out of my throat, and my muscles begin to move again. “Prim!” I don’t need to shove through the crowd.The other kids make way immediately allowing me a straight path to the stage. I reach her just as she is about to mount the steps. With one sweep of my arm, I push her behind me.
“I volunteer!” I gasp. “I volunteer as tribute!”
So when I was stuck in a car for five hours coming home Sunday night, I dreamed up this AU where Kurt was in the Skanks with Quinn and through a school project or something starts hanging out with a very nerdy Blaine Anderson.
And Kurt is a virgin but Quinn is the only one who knows and he gets super jealous of Blaine but pretends he’s just teasing and then???? Shit happens?????
This is when I wish I could write fic better so I could just make this happen sIGH (mainly I just like drawing Kurt in harem pants???)
