Kurt Oneshot - Similarities

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Professor Sycamore Oneshot - Thank You?

Requested?: No

Prompt: None

Type of oneshot: Fluff

Reader's Relations: None

Reader’s Home Region: Kalos

Reader’s Pokémon Team: Froakie (others up to you/unmentioned)

Warnings: None

Other notes: None

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“SOPHIE! Where are you?!” I shouted, coming out of the room where the injured and sick Pokémon were.

“Oh, hello, (Y/n). Need something?” I turned around to see the girl in question walking up to me, a Chespin by her side. 

“How could you? You said you’d keep it a secret!” I shouted again, not caring if anyone else heard us, I was annoyed and Sophie deserved what was coming.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, (Y/n). Seriously, why has got you so mad?”

I took a deep breath, muttering, “Clear skies, clear skies,” to myself before turning back to Sophie, “I told you to keep m crush a secret! Why did you tell him?!”

“Oh that… It’s for your own good, (Y/n). Trust me.”

“How is telling someone who is never in a million years going to like me in the same way that I like him that I have a crush on him ‘for my own good’?! I thought you were my friend, Sophie! This is why the professor’s been ignoring me because he doesn’t want to speak to me!” At this, my Froakie, who had been watching the scene play out from my feet sent a water gun right in Sophie’s face. 

“(Y/n), please stop shouting! Unless you want the whole of Lumiose City to hear you!” Sophie spoke, wiping the worst of the water from her face. 

“And what is going on here?”

We both turned on our heels, Froakie jumping on my shoulder, to see Professor Sycamore standing there, a look of disappointment on his face, Gabby standing behind him. I felt my face turn red at the realisation that he’d heard our argument and looked down at my feet, neither me nor Sophie saying a word.

“I will ask you again, why were you arguing?”

Again I stayed quiet, continuing with my newfound fascination with the floor, still annoyed at Sophie for letting the proverbial Meostic out of the bag, but I still didn’t want to admit it to the Professor’s face that I had a massive crush on him.

“Well, I see neither of you will talk, if I hear anything about any arguments for the rest of the day, you’ll have to be shut in a room together until you learn to get along.”

I nodded, Sophie doing the same, and Professor Sycamore turned around, giving Gabby a pat on the muzzle, before turning back around to face us, “Oh, and (Y/n), I need to speak with you, alone.” The last word seemed to be directed towards Gabby, as the friendly Garchomp nodded, allowing Froakie to jump on her shoulder, and walked off in a different direction. I let out an involuntary gulp and nodded, “Yes Professor, of course.” even though I knew fine well why he wanted to talk to me, I could already hear it in my head, (Y/n), I know you have a ‘crush’ on me, so to speak, however, this is a professional setting, and I am your boss, and that’s all I will ever be. We soon reached his office and the door was closed behind me.

“(Y/n), do you have any idea why I wanted to speak to you?”

I gulped, before taking a deep breath in, “Listen, just let me say this, Professor. I am so sorry! I know it’s unprofessional of me to have a crush on you when you’re my boss, but I can’t help it. I-” I was cut off when he placed a finger on my lips, causing my eyes to widen as he leaned into my ear, whispering, “I can think of better things for your mouth to be doing right now than these apologies.”

I felt my face turn the same colour as the inside of a Fennekin’s ears and my eyes widened but before I could say anything, Professor Sycamore had kissed me, pinning me against the closed door. It was short, but once he broke away, he leaned into my ear again, “I think you should go and thank Sophie." I just stood there, perplexed, lifting a finger to my lips, “A-am I dreaming right now?”

The professor just chuckled, moving his hands to hold my hips, “Need me to confirm that this is reality?” I slowly nodded and he leaned closer, kissing me again.

“Definitely not dreaming. Professor, what does this make us?”

“Well, after what Sophie told me, I was hoping you’d like to be my girlfriend.”

My eyes widened again, “I’d love to be your girlfriend. I-is that all, Professor? I need to go and check on some of the injured Pokémon.”

“One thing. From now on, call me Augustine, Ma Cherie.”

I felt my cheeks tint again at the nickname, and nodded, “Will do Augustine.” With a final goodbye, I turned around and left his office.

“Someone’s happy.”

“Oh be quiet, Sophie. I-I’m sorry for both shouting at and doubting you and also thank you.”

“You’re welcome. So, can I be a bridesmaid at the wedding?”

I felt my face flare up bright red again, “SOPHIE! TOO EARLY FOR THAT!”

-----------------------END OF ONESHOT

Here’s just some fluff. I have another idea that I will be writing probably either later tonight or tomorrow…

Requested?: No

Prompt: None

Reader's Relations: Sherlock's girlfriend of a few years

Warnings: None?

Other Notes: I know it's only August, but I thought of this and wanted to write it so… also, this is set a few years after the events of s4…. Mainly for a certain thing that I wanna do with this oneshot. Also, you work at Scotland Yard for this, and I know you did for the last oneshot I wrote, but it's for a bit at the end.

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I smiled as I looked up at Sherlock, getting a glare in return which caused me to giggle, "Come on Sherly, it's Christmas, if you back out of seeing your parents today I'll never forgive you."

"Fine," he replied, knocking on the door as the smile returned to my face and I leaned up, pecking Sherlock's cheek, just as the door was opened, "Oh Sherlock! It's lovely to see you again! And (Y/n)! It's great to see you too! And this must be Amelia, you've grown since the last time I've seen you."

Amelia, our five-year-old daughter, stuck her head out from behind my leg and waved, causing me to giggle and bend down, picking her up, which then prompted her to hide her face in my neck. I looked back to Sherlock's mother and responded, "It's great to see you too, Merry Christmas."

"Merry Christmas to you too, Dear. Now why don't you come on in?" she replied, stepping out of the way and allowing us to come in, closing the door behind us.

"Can I be of any help?"

"Oh nonsense, Dear. You're the guest, it's not right to ask for help from you."

"I'm the one offering. Plus, I have a feeling I know what's going to go down in there," I responded, pointing to the living room where I could already hear Sherlock and Mycroft at each other's throats.

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"(Y/n), please, don't be greedy."

I rolled my eyes, "Shut up, Sherly. You can't tell me what to do!"

"It's alright, Dear. There's plenty of food for everyone, have as much as you want."

I smirked and turned back to Sherlock, placing another sprout on my plate, adding to the pile of what was already 5, "See! Even your own mother agrees with me!"

Sherlock just shook his head and muttered, "Remind me why I decided to ask you out again?"

I elbowed him, "Because deep down in that lump of ice called a 'heart' you love me Sherly, and I love you too," I replied, pecking his cheek.

"Eww!"

I giggled and turned to Amelia who was sitting across from me, between her uncle and grandfather, "Something wrong, Honey?"

"I don't want to watch this!"

I let out a small laugh, "You'll find love yourself one day, Amelia, and then you'll have your children doing the same."

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Soon it was time for everyone to open presents and everyone was happy with theirs, but there was one more left. I took a deep breath and held out the box to Sherlock, "Last one. This is from me."

He smiled and took the box, starting to unwrap it at a slow pace, which made me get impatient and more nervous than I already was, but soon, he'd got the paper off and opened the box. I giggled as his face turned to confusion, an emotion not usually found in the great Sherlock Holmes, "(Y/n) why have you given me tiny little knitted boots? And a photo?"

"Not just any photo, Sherly."

He looked closer at it and I could see the cogs turning in his head before seeing the lightbulb, "Amelia's getting a little sibling isn't she?" I smiled and nodded, "Yup… You're right." I then remembered something. Smirking, I held my hand out to Mycroft, who begrudgingly placed a £10 note in my hand. I retracted my hand and placed the note in my coat pocket, before noticing Sherlock's still confused face, "What?"

I giggled, "Bet whether you'd work it out or whether I would have to tell you."

"And how did Mycroft know before you told me?! I'm your husband!" I bit my lip, "He caught me knitting the-did you just say 'husband'?"

Sherlock's eyes widened and I heard chuckling from my other side, "You've got to ask her now."

Sherlock took a deep breath, and fiddled around in his coat pockets for a while, before pulling something out, "(Y/n), I know I'm not the best with feelings and everything, calling them unnecessary and pointless at times (There's an easter egg for those Ace Attorney fans out there that might read this), but since I met you, that changed, you melted the wall that was around my heart and I love you, but I guess what I'm trying to ask is, will you marry me?" he spoke, opening the small box, revealing a ring as he got down on one knee in front of me. I gasped in surprise and nodded as tears came down my cheeks.

------------------A few weeks later

"Detective (L/n). Have a good Christmas?"

I nodded, "Yup! You know something, Greg, probably the best Christmas of my life! Also, you're not gonna be calling me that for much longer."

"What do you mean?" the Detective Inspector replied, causing me to snigger as I lifted my left hand up to his face, "I'm engaged!" A smile appeared on his face as he hugged me, "Good on you, (Y/n)."

"Are you ever going to tell me who the lucky guy is that stole your heart?"

I smirked, debating it, "Maybe. Or I might just make you wait till the wedding date for you to see…"

"Are you ready to go, (Y/n)?" I looked to the doorway to see Sherlock standing there, with a smile plastered on his face. I nodded and stood up from my desk, walking up to him. I kissed his lips and smiled, "Let's go!"

"SHERLOCK HOLMES!? (Y/n)! You have some explaining to do!" I heard Greg shouting after me as I walked out of the Scotland Yard building, arm in arm with Sherlock.

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John Laurens Oneshot - Strangers to Lovers

Requested?: No

Prompt: “Take my seat.”

Type of oneshot: Fluff

Timing: Modern AU

Reader's Relations: None

Warnings: Mentions of cheating, swearing, random people being dicks in public

Other notes: None?

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I sighed in relief as the bus I needed finally arrived at the stop. Once I got on, I sighed, seeing there were no available seats and grabbed a hold of a nearby pole for standing passengers, placing a hand on my 6-month-pregnant stomach, hearing a whisper of, “Son, come here and let the lady sit down.”

“No! I want to sit down!” the child replied. I just sent a smile the the father in a ‘it’s fine, I’m used to it’ way.

That’s when I felt a tap on my shoulder, “Miss, here, take my seat. I’m getting off soon anyway.”

I turned around and was met with a freckled face and brown hair, tied up in a low ponytail, the man wearing a white t-shirt with turtles on it. I smiled as he stood up and thanked him, sitting down, feeling relieved at the weight being removed from my legs.

“Thank you again, sir. I like your T-shirt by the way.”

“Thank you. Turtles are just the best!”

I let out a giggle, “I agree.”

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A few minutes later the bus arrived at my stop. I stood up and thanked the driver before getting off and finishing the small walk home I had from the bus stop. That’s when I felt another tap on the shoulder, “Sorry, Miss. I didn’t get your name. It seems we were getting off at the same place.”

“Oh, I’m (Y/n). What about you?”

“John. You’ve got a pretty name. Oh, shit, I shouldn’t be flirting, I can tell you’re already in a relationship,” he muttered the last statement his eyes darting to my stomach.

“T-thank you, and it’s fine. I was, but not anymore. My boyfriend was excited about the two of us having a baby, but a few days ago, I found out he had been cheating on me since before he got me pregnant and that he was dumping me for her when I told him there was a chance that our baby wouldn’t be perfect. I don’t have the best eyesight, I’m dyslexic, and I’m a carrier of a genetic ‘deformity’, I hate that word, a thing that my mum has that could get passed down to this child. The girl my ex was cheating on me with has no problems with her DNA, has perfect eyesight and she’s gorgeous. Sorry for ranting, we’ve probably walked past your house by now.”

John just shook his head, “Nope! Plus it wouldn’t be right for me to let you walk home alone. Who knows who could take advantage of you? And your ex is wrong for not seeing you for how perfect you are. You need someone who will love every part of you and the child, no matter what they look like,” he spoke, putting a bit of my hair behind my ear that had fallen out of place, causing my face to turn slightly pink.

We ended up learning that we lived in the same block of flats, and right next to each other, and two months later, John made me move in with him so that he wouldn’t worry about me being on my own and having to go the hospital alone, then I met his very loud friends…..

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“John, what’s got you so distracted?”

“Nothing Alex. I’m fine,” I replied, moving my hand and pushing a bit of hair that had fallen into (Y/n)’s face out of the way, who was currently asleep on my shoulder.

“I have a feeling it’s something to do with (Y/n). Mon ami, I can see it in your eyes, you love her, non?”

I immediately looked up, staring Laf in the face, “W-what?!”

“I knew it. Just tell her, mon ami, before someone snatches her up,” Laf replied, a smirk on his face.

“You wouldn’t dare,” I muttered, seeing him looking at (Y/n).

“Tell her and I won’t.”

At that moment, (Y/n) woke up with a scream, “I-it hurts!” making my eyes widen, “Laf can I borrow your car? Mine’s in for a service today.”

“On one condition; I’m driving.”

“Fine. Just get (Y/n) to the hospital, please.”

-----------------------------YOU POV

“Thank you for helping me, John. I don’t think I would have made it without your help,” I spoke, panting as I held Jane in my arms, the baby girl being sound asleep.

“No problem. Glad I was of some help.”

“Mon ami, don’t you have something to say to (Y/n)?”

I blinked at Laf’s words and asked John, “Do you?”

“Laf, I hate you so much….” John muttered, “If I have to do this, you three must leave.” Laf and Alex sighed, Herc eventually had to drag them out of the room, leaving me and John alone, “So what did you have to say?”

“Since I met you, I felt something… a good something. I realised I’ve fallen in love with you, (Y/n). I know you probably don’t feel the same, I mean we have only known each other for a few months but-” I cut him off by placing a finger on his lips, “I love you too, John.”

His face lit up and I giggled, “I’m not messing with you, you can kiss me if you want.”

That was all he needed to bend down and carefully kiss me, careful not to disturb Jane.

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And another one written… I have one more in my head, that might get written tomorrow…

Ace Attorney Secret Santa 2022!

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FandomMas 2023 Day 2 - Greg Lestrade

Fandom: BBC Sherlock

Prompt: None

Reader's Relations: Sherlock and Mycroft’s sister

Other Notes: It takes place a few years after Season 4.

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I sighed as read the text message from John, mentioning that he’d managed to force Sherlock to stay in bed due to the cold he had but he’d been asked to come to a crime scene and John’s message to me was asking me to go instead so Sherlock could get better. I stood up and responded saying I’d go, knowing how hard it was to get Sherlock to take a break and put my shoes on, grabbing my coat before going out into the Winter air, remembering to lock the door behind me. During this, my phone had buzzed again with another message from John, giving me the address that, I guessed, Sherlock had been sent, and I smiled, hailing a cab.

Upon arriving, I paid the driver and got out, walking over to where all the police officers were standing around.

“Who are you? And where’s the Freak?”

“It would be greatly appreciated if you stopped calling my brother a freak,” I replied pulling out my ID card, “Sherlock’s got a cold, I’m here in his place. I see you’ve been scrubbing floors again, Donovan,” I smirked, stepping underneath the police tape.

“Good afternoon, Detective Inspector Lestrade. I trust Sherlock told you I was coming instead? I’m (Y/n), by the way. Sherlock managed to get a cold, probably due to lack of sleep and the cold weather, would you still like help? I apologise for it being me rather than my brother, but I’ve already explained why he’s not here,” I spoke, turning around to give Donovan the middle finger for being bitchy to me without knowing why I was there. After I received silence in response, I looked back towards the Detective Inspector and waved my hand in his face, “Hello? Anyone there?”

That seemed to snap him from his daze, “Sorry. I guess I just got distracted. The body’s over here. All we’ve found is that she was killed via a gunshot to the back of the head.”

I nodded as he led me over to where the body was. I got closer and started looking over her, noticing several things. Making sure I had a pair of gloves on, I noticed the ring on her finger and lifted her hand up, the ring easily coming off when I pulled it. After a few minutes, I stood up, “Brother-in-law’s the killer.”

“What?”

I let out a small giggle, knowing exactly what Sherlock would have said in response, but I had my own response, “Ring is clean on the inside but not the outside, showing an unhappy marriage. The ring was regularly removed as it came off quickly, five years old, taking from the dust and dirt on the outside of the ring. Text messages between her and her husband don’t line up, several questions from her husband have been left unanswered, showing she was trying to hide something..” I continued to explain my reasoning, “..So brother-in-law impregnated her, but to stop her from telling her husband, he killed her. I trust that once the full Autopsy Report is complete, it’ll read that she was pregnant when killed. Take this, for times when you need a bit of extra help, but don’t want to have to deal with Sherlock’s shenanigans,” I finished, taking out my small notepad and writing down my phone number, handing it to him, “Here you go, Detective Inspector. Let me know when you’ve apprehended the brother-in-law. I like to know when I’ve completed a case.” I gave him a small smile before turning around and walking off, but before I could leave the scene, a hand grabbed my wrist, “Thank you for your help, and tell Sherlock that I hope he gets better soon. Also, just call me Greg.”

I smiled and turned around, allowing him to let go of my wrist, “In that case, you just call me (Y/n).”

“Well then, (Y/n), until next time.”

I nodded and smiled turning around and leaving properly this time.

---------------------A FEW YEARS LATER

“I’m sorry we’re late,” I apologised, taking off my coat and handing it up, making sure to keep my gloves on however, “There was something that Greg wanted to do before we came over. Said something about wanting to do it when it was just us, but we’re here now,” I smiled and pecked Greg on the cheek, causing his face to turn pink, resulting in giggles from me. I took my shoes off and sat down on the sofa, just in time for Rosie to run and jump up, sitting next to me, “(Y/n)!”

I chuckled again and returned the hug she gave me, “Hello to you too, Rosie. Merry Christmas by the way.”

“Did you bring me a present?!” she asked, getting more excited at the mention of Christmas. Before I could say anything, John had spoken up, “Rosie, please give (Y/n) her personal space.”

“Sorry,” Rosie responded, moving away from me a bit, causing me to giggle and lean over, ruffling her hair, “It’s alright, you don’t need to apologise, but yes, I do have something for you.” her face lit up as I reached into the bag I’d brought with me, taking out the gift I’d wrapped for her, “Here.” 

She smiled widely and opened it carefully, making sure to keep the wrapping paper intact. Once it was completely revealed, her smile widened, and she hugged me, “Thank you! Daddy, can you help me put it on, please?” Rosie stood up and walked over to John, the fluffy jumper in her hands as she held it out to him. He chuckled in response and bent down, taking it from her and helping her get it over her head. Once he’d stood back up he realised what the jumper made Rosie look like and he glared at me, causing me to just laugh, “It’s cute, plus, I know your fondness for Hedgehogs, John. Are you annoyed I didn’t get you a matching one?”

“(Y/n), why are you wearing gloves inside?”

I froze up, not wanting Sherlock to realise the real reason, even though I had a feeling he’d already worked it out but he just wanted me to admit it to annoy me. At this point, Rosie had climbed back on my lap and was messing with my gloves, probably what had alerted Sherlock to the fact I was wearing gloves in the first place, but before I could stop her she’d pulled the left one off.

Immediately, Sherlock was glaring at Greg, having noticed the ring on my finger, but before he could say anything, I spoke up, “Sherlock, I know what you’re going to say, but it’s not you who gets to decide who I marry, and before you try to counter me, Greg asked Mum and Dad first if it was alright for him to propose and they said yes so, you can’t say anything.” I spoke, removing Rosie from my lap, and standing up, crouching down beside my bag again and pulling out a much smaller wrapped gift than the one I’d handed to Rosie, and sat down on the sofa again next to Greg, “Here, may as well give this to you now before Sherlock deduces me.”

Greg smiled and complied, unwrapping the gift and just looked at me, “Is this real?”

I nodded and hugged him, “Yeah. You’re gonna be a dad. And you,” I paused and turned to Sherlock, “Are NOT allowed to show them any of your experiments, I don’t want their innocence ruined at a young age.”

“I’ll try…”

“Good Sherlock,” I smirked, petting his head, “You’re almost back in my good books. Now who wants more presents?”

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Day 2 done, yeah this didn’t go how I intended… but it’s written.

Hii, I saw the note on the updated list and was wondering if you could do Norway for 24? Thanks in advance!!

sure! thanks for understanding, so long as that’s one that doesn’t have a character yet.

Blaine Oneshot - Love Story

Requested?: No (Please request…)

Prompt: None

Type of oneshot: Fluff/ kinda songfic

Reader's Relations: None

Warnings:  Mentions of Transphobia and bullying/there is that in this oneshot, if it makes you uncomfortable, don’t read this

Other notes: Reader is ftm trans in this, but the first part takes place before she reveals it to anyone, (M/n) means male name, for the majority of this oneshot, the reader will have he/him pronouns used. The reader also has dyslexia in this (It’s not a major plot point, but it’s mentioned a few times)

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I took a deep breath as I pulled down the zipper of my jumper that had been concealing my ‘what I don’t like about myself’ (I don’t remember what they called it) t-shirt, revealing the word ‘gender’ with an ‘I’m trans’ in brackets underneath. The whole room went silent as the rest of the Glee Club stared at me, increasing my anxiety, “I-is something wrong? Did I miss-spell something?”

“No, you didn’t (Y/n). It’s just that’s not what any of us were expecting.”

I gulped, “O-oh… so, are you guys okay with it? I don’t feel right in my body.”

“Oh please, (Y/n). You’re just doing this to get attention.”

I looked up from my feet when I heard that come from Santana’s mouth, “W-what? Listen, I know you can be a bitch sometimes, but I’m not doing this for attention. I genuinely do not feel comfortable with my body, and if any of you respect my decisions, then you’ll call me (M/n) from now on,” I spoke, feeling the tears trying to escape my eyes as I turned around, zipping my jumper back up and leaving the choir room, before remembering and turning around, “And for the record, I thought Glee Club was a place where we could be ourselves, but I see that doesn’t apply to me. Mr Schuester, I’m leaving Glee Club.” That was the last thing I said before leaving the room properly, letting the tears fall now.

I made my way to a small secluded area of greenery on the school grounds that no one else seemed to know about as I never saw anyone else there, and sat down with my back against the tree I always did, curling up in a ball and sobbing my eyes out. Eventually, I calmed down a bit, and that’s when my conversation with my mother from a few weeks prior came into my head and I pulled out my phone, went onto her contact:

‘Remember that conversation we were having a few weeks ago? I’ve made my decision. I want to transfer.’

“(M/n)?! I know you’re here!” My ears perked up at the sound of my new name, and I realised that at least someone respected my decisions and smiled sadly when I looked up to see Kurt.

“Hi.”

Instead of giving me a response, Kurt sat down next to me and pulled me into a hug, “Let it out, (M/n). You’re still fabulous to me, no matter how you choose to identify.”

“Thanks, Kurt. I’m glad I’ve got a friend in you.”

He just smiled at me and squeezed me in a tighter hug, but before he could say anything, my phone pinged. I opened it up and saw a message from my mother, “Glad you’ve made a decision. I will email now about your transfer, see you later.”

I sent a ‘see you later’ back and sighed, leaning into Kurt more, “I’m going to tell you something, and you have to promise not to tell anyone, okay? Of, if it does come up, then you have to say that you don’t know why, okay?”

Kurt nodded and I wiped my eyes, “I’m transferring.”

“Okay. Not what I was expecting you to say. Am I allowed to know where?”

I nodded, “Dalton Academy. Before you start saying it’s an all-boys school, my mum knows of my… change in gender, and when she does all my transfer stuff, my new name will be used, thank you again for not using my dead name.”

------------------------------KURT’S POV

“Okay. Sectionals are coming up and we need to decide what song we are going to sing. Any suggestions?”

“Mr Schuester, aren’t we missing someone?”

“Right. Unfortunately, due to your inability to accept (M/n)’s decisions, he’s transferred schools, so will not be joining us.”

“What? (Y/n) is going to be competing against us?!”

“And it’s your fault, Santana. You were the one that started all the hate off,” I decided to speak up, standing up and turning to the cheerleader.

“Excuse me, I don’t recall asking for your opinion, Lady Hummel,” she replied getting closer to me. I just raised an eyebrow, “Really? Does it look like I care? Because I don’t care whether you asked for my opinion, at least I can speak the truth, and that truth is that (M/n) has transferred to a different school because of all the hate he was getting from you.”

“If you know so much, where did she transfer to?”

“I am not allowed to reveal that information. I am indeed aware of where (M/n) transferred but I have been asked not to reveal it, and you should respect that.”

------------------------YOUR POV

“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to bump into you!” I squeaked out, helping the black-haired male up after standing up myself, the two of us having fallen over.

“It’s alright. I should have been looki-Do I know you?”

“I don’t think so. I’m (M/n). I just transferred here so I’d be surprised if you did know me,” I replied, smiling.

“Oh right. I’m Blaine. Do you need help at all?”

I shook my head, “Not at the moment, but thank you for asking. I hope that offer is going to continue to stand.”

“Of course. If you ever need help, you can come to me.”

“Thank you,” I smiled.

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“So, (M/n), truth or dare?”

I let out a small chuckle, “Truth.”

“What’s your orientation? Like what are you into?”

I just blinked in confusion, “Huh?”

“He means what’s your sexuality?”

“Oh. Well, it’s complicated. The best way to put it is that I’m into guys,” I replied, trying to hide my face.

“And why is that ‘complicated’?”

“That is confidential. You don’t need to know,” I responded, “If you’ve got a problem with the fact that I’d rather keep some of my personal life private, Sebastian, then you need to think again because it’s called a ‘PERSONAL’ life for a reason.”

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“Are you nervous?”

“A little. Actually, that’s a lie. I’m completely freaking out. Look my nerves are all shot. This is my first competition performance since I transferred to Dalton, and I’m just scared I’m going to mess it up and-” I was cut off when Blaine grabbed my cheeks and kissed me. Before I could process it, he’d broken off and was apologising.

“There you two are! Positions, now. We’re on in a minute!”

Immediately, I moved away from Blaine, giving him a ‘we’ll talk about this later’ look as I dashed to the other side of the stage, making sure not to bump into anyone. I could feel myself shaking as I stood in the wings, waiting until it was time to go on stage.

“And now, please welcome to the stage, the Dalton Academy Warblers!”

I took one last deep breath, before walking on stage to the top of the set of ‘stairs’ (for lack of better word) on the stage, the rest of the Warblers taking their positions too, Blaine standing at the front of the stage. Soon it was time to start our performance, “We were both young when I first saw you. I close my eyes and the flashback starts. I'm standing there on a balcony in summer air.” I sang, facing the front feeling the nerves leave my body once I’d started singing.

“See the lights, see the party, the ball gowns, see you make your way through the crowd and say "Hello",” Blaine sang as I made my way through the rest of the Warblers, walking down so that I was at the front too. We continued singing the song, thankfully me not forgetting any of my words or movements on the stage and soon we got to the ending, “Oh, oh-oh. I got tired of waiting,” I sung as Blaine and I were now standing not facing each other at the front of the stage.

“Wondering if you were ever coming around, my faith in you was fading when I met you on the outskirts of town and I said…” Blaine sang as I got out of the grip he’d previously had on me as I turned to face him, “‘Romeo, save me, I've been feeling so alone. I keep waiting for you, but you never come. Is this in my head? I don't know what to think’. He knelt to the ground and pulled out a ring and said.”

“‘Marry me, Juliet, you'll never have to be alone. I love you, and that's all I really know. I talked to your dad, go pick out a white dress It's a love story, baby, just say yes.”

“Oh, oh-oh, oh, oh-oh, oh.”

“'Cause we were both young when I first saw you,” I sang the final line looking Blaine directly in the eye. Once we were off stage, I released the breath I didn’t realise I was holding and wracked my hands through my short hair, trying to calm myself down. That’s when I felt a tap on the shoulder and I turned around to see Blaine standing there, an apologetic look on his face, “(M/n). I’m sorry about what happen-” I cut him off, “Don’t apologise. Just a question. What would you do if I asked you to kiss me again?”

His head shot up and he looked me directly in the eye, probably looking for any signs of hesitation. I waved a hand in front of his face, “Am I going to get an answer?”

“It depends, are you going to ask me to kiss you?”

I rolled my eyes, “Kiss me?”

Instead of a verbal response, Blaine just grabbed my upper arms and pulled me closer to him, kissing me, before breaking off, “There’s your answer. If you asked me to kiss you, I’d do it.”

I smiled, “That makes me happy to hear because I might just ask you to do it again,” I smirked, booping him on the nose, “And for the record, I like you romantically. I’m not just trying to get you to kiss me for the fun of it.”

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I’m just going to leave this here… I probably could add more, but ehh