This is a one-shot in the Worth the Wait verse. It can be read on itself, but of course it makes more sense if you’ve read the main story first :-)
I’m dedicating this story to @lallagoglee and @sunshunes, who recently celebrated their birthday. I totally meant to finish the story by their birthday, but time management has never been my strong suit, sorry… Happy belated birthday, sweeties!
Pam looked around her, admiring
the tasteful decorations. The room was huge, yet it wasn’t draughty in the
least, unlike the medieval castles Pam had visited all over Europe.
At first sight, the blocky
grey building had seemed forbidding – a fortress, only meant to house soldiers
– and she’d wondered why on earth anyone would hire this venue for an
engagement party. Surely, the Plaza was way more elegant, and probably cheaper
Then, she’d been escorted
inside, and she’d started to see just why Blaine’s boyfriend – what was his name again? I’ll have to ask
Cooper – had chosen to have the party here. No, there were no crystal
chandeliers nor gold-plated crown mouldings, and the floors weren’t gleaming
patterned hardwood. But there were soft carpets and beautiful antique
furniture, the ceiling boasted intricate detailing, and there were flowers in
vibrant colours, their sweet smell following you everywhere. This place had character
and heart, and Pam approved.
The invitation had come as quite
a surprise. Well, that was an understatement. It had come as a lightning bolt
from a clear sky. Pam hadn’t even known Blaine was seeing someone, so to find
out that they’d been together for five years and that they were so serious that
Blaine’s boyfriend – Keith? Was it Keith?
– was planning on proposing, well… That had been quite a shock.
This is based off of zero actual experience and also kind of a cheesy YA novel I read when I was like 14. Kurt and Blaine are the drum majors at McKinley and Dalton, respectively, and things really heat up when they’re forced to combine bands in order to save their programs.
PG-13, 2500 words exactly.
Kurt didn’t know what was going to happen when he was called into Figgins’ office for a meeting with Mr. Schue, the Dalton band director, and Blaine Fucking Anderson, but it sure as hell wasn’t this.
“Are you kidding me?”
“I’m sorry, boys, but my hands are tied!” Figgins tried to placate. “We don’t have the room in our budget for a full marching band, and the enrollment in Dalton’s band has dropped significantly. Our best option is to combine both bands for the competition season, or else neither school will have a band program anymore.”
“But they’re our biggest rivals!” Kurt said, not knowing whether he should glare at Figgins or Blaine. “They’ve tried to belittle us for years, and now you want us to work together?”
“We haven’t just tried to belittle you, we’ve succeeded,” Blaine cut in. “Or have you forgotten that we’ve gotten first place at the Buckeye Invitational for three years running now?”
“Oh, can it, Anderson, you weren’t even a team member the first year that happened-”