When I was a kid, probably in the third or fourth grade, I was pretty good at art. Of course, since I moved every year, there wasn’t much of chance to build a reputation with the teachers.
I can’t remember much, like which school I was in, or what grade I was in. I’m pretty sure I was around seven years old… but I do remember what my art teachers name was. Mrs. Hafton.
I also remember one particular art project we had in class. There were eight different pages displayed on a table. There were coloring pages with different pictures on each page. It wasn’t colored in, it was just a copied picture out of a coloring book, and the project was, we had to redraw it the best we could. There was only one rule; we were not allowed to trace the image.
Of course, at that age, I always wanted to follow rules, so I began drawing the picture I picked out. My picture was of a semi-realistic howling wolf. A pretty complex picture for a kid to recreate, considering most of the students in class picked the flowers and cowboy hats and stars. My picture was detailed.
Drawing away, my doodling neighbor peeked over my shoulder. She was pretty impressed because my hand drawn picture was an exact replica of the coloring book page. Starting to draw a crowd of onlookers, I was feeling pretty confident with myself. This caught the teacher’s attention.
Looking back, this teacher was a complete half-witted bitch who didn’t understand the first thing about art. Now, I’m not some flighty “art is love, and love is life” kind of person. But at the age of seven I had a better concept of art than she did. I didn’t see her approach, so when she plucked the drawing I had from my hands and the coloring sheet, I was pretty startled.
I walked over to her as she laid the hand drawn picture over the coloring sheet. I looked down, and I was surprised to see that the lines matched, like I’d traced it. Without another word, Mrs. Hafton put my drawing in the shredder to be “ungradable.”
I was almost in tears. I asked her why and she replies. “I specifically told you, no tracing. You get a grade dock if you can’t follow directions.”
A couple classmates, who had been watching me draw, popped up in my defence. They’d kindly protested her actions, vouching for my innocence. She listened for a moment, before giving me the look. The “I know you’re bsing me look.”
“Okay, to prove to me that you didn’t just trace that picture, draw it again.”
God I remember hating her overly cocky smile. I took my coloring page back to my desk and sat down. Frustrated that I’d lost so much progress, and angry at the teacher, I look up at the table where the remaining coloring pages were. Getting an idea, I get back up and look over the pictures. There was one of a complex pine tree, one remaining flower, cowboy hat, and a frog on a tree branch. I grabbed all of those coloring book references and sat back down on the table, and set to work. I re-sketched my wolf in immaculate detail, then I set to work on the tree. Once I finished the two harder pictures, I finished the other three in a breeze.
My fingers hurt by the time I was done with the picture, but I felt pretty damn prough. I managed to redraw all of the pictures, crammed onto one page. They all were about ¼th the size of the original image, which proves I didn’t trace them, and I managed to outclass my teacher in the most passive aggressive way. By out talented her.
The moral of this story is, people are petty and they do some pretty shitty things that will bring you down. Just don’t let that get in the way of being “you.” Don’t let other people’s actions define how good you are.
“Look person, I’m sorry I ran you over with my car but maybe you should stay in the bike lane DON’T EVEN THINK OF TAKING ME TO COURT I DON’T CARE IF YOU’R E A LAWYER… shit” AU for Klaine, pretty please?😇
OMG I had so much fun with this one. So…
Klaine / Rated T
“So you know how we joked about me being able
to ace law school after all the studying I helped you with back in
undergrad?” Blaine’s voice carries to Sebastian’s ears as he slides into
his seat at their high top table, situated in their usual corner at the bar
about a block or two from the apartment they share. Blaine figures they’ll move
to their own places once things get serious with romantic partners or
something, but for now… well, they can afford a much nicer place together
than they would alone, and to be honest, it’s kind of nice living with your
Sebastian raises a brow as he takes the beer
Blaine slides to him, steadying the glass before opening his mouth to speak.
“You better not have dragged me out to the bar just to tell me you’re
giving up on your dreams to follow in my footsteps, Anderson. Cause I swear if
you throw in the towel just cause that douchebag didn’t like your fucking
wonderful composition, I will kick your ass myself-”
Before he can get too riled up, Blaine cuts his
friend off with a laughing grin. “Whoa, Bas, calm down! I’m not giving up
on my dreams. For the record, I don’t really care what Mr. Hafton thought of my
proposal. I’m going to polish it a bit and present it to a different director
when the opportunity comes. Anyway…” he lifts his own tall draft and
takes a swig before continuing. “Let me tell you how I proved just how
much of your schooling my musical brain retained, shall I? It all started with
a shitload of traffic…”
Blaine knew better than to ride his bike on such a
day. The weather wasn’t the problem- in fact, it was absolutely beautiful out-
which was causing the actual issue that Blaine faced. It was the first nice day
in a solid two weeks of terrible weather, and everyone was hell bent and
determined to enjoy it. That meant that everyone was traveling, trying to get
out in the sun, and leaving work as early as possible to boot.
Being a composer for Broadway, Blaine didn’t have
a set work schedule, However, Blaine’s clients did have a
certain schedule to follow, and Blaine had to fit himself into those schedules.
It was best for him to squeeze his meetings into the time between sleep, other
meetings, casting calls, and actual performances. Usually, Blaine found himself
traveling home just before the early crowd left work, but today…
Well, today people were leaving earlier than
usual, which meant Blaine and his bike were hitting all the congestion leaving
the city. And New York didn’t have the nicest drivers. Or pedestrians, to be
Even as Blaine had made it out of the main city
and into the outskirts where he and Bas shared their apartment, he was still
surrounded by traffic and eager pedestrians who didn’t want to share an inch of
the sidewalk with his narrow bike path. Of course, the traffic was mostly
stand-still, so he wasn’t too worried about being hit, but there was always
that fear when the traffic did shift.
During a big shift in traffic, Blaine came up to a
jogger with a double-wide stroller on the sidewalk. His narrow path was
encroached upon by the stroller, and the woman jogging wasn’t paying any
attention to the width of her precious cargo. Blaine panicked. He jerked his
handlebars, pitched sideways, and next thing he knew he felt the hot impact of
metal before sliding to the ground in a heap, landing painfully atop his bike,
a handlebar poking sharply into his gut.
“Hold up, hold up,” Sebastian
interrupts, throwing Blaine an incredulous look. “You swerved into
traffic instead of side-swiping the stroller?!” Forest green eyes
flash with a sort of hunger for justice, and Blaine looks at his friend as if
he’s lost his mind.
When Sebastian doesn’t relent, Blaine rolls his
eyes and sighs, giving into his friend’s need for more information. Bas always
does demand all the details so he can figure out the full case. Oh, what Blaine
wouldn’t give for the pompous teen who was only concerned about getting a
little action. That Sebastian was so much easier to deal with. Lawyer Sebastian
takes himself so much more seriously, and it’s absolutely exhausting
“Yes, Bas, I avoided the fucking stroller with
two small children inside. I’m not a monster like you!”
Blaine mutters darkly about his horrible taste in friends even as Sebastian
opens his mouth to retort.
Thankfully, their appetizer platter comes out
then, so Bas is interrupted by the waiter asking if they need anything else.
“Not just yet,” Blaine answers, kicking Bas under the table when the
lawyer snickers at him.
Back to business, Sebastian eyes Blaine seriously
even while the composer struggles with a mozzarella stick, cheese oozing out in
a lava-hot string to attempt to scald Blaine’s lips off. “It’s a
man-eat-man world, Killer. You have to be ruthless to survive. That woman
should have paid better attention and kept her kids safe. Not your problem if
she failed as a mother.”
Blaine spares a disgusted look for his best friend
before directing Sebastian’s attention back to his story. “Right. Like I said,
there can only be one devil incarnate, and you already filled that role rather
The sound of brakes straining in the new warmth of
the weather made Blaine groan in a sort of mutual frustration before a honking
horn sounded in the not-so-far distance and Blaine actually cursed a little
under his breath. He’d just been hit by a car for Christ’s sake! He’d have
thought that might trump getting home a little earlier than normal.
Apparently Blaine had forgotten how heartless New
Yorkers starved for sunlight could be, though, as he shifted to sitting only to
stare at a haughty looking man in a very nice three-piece suit, staring down at
him with a quirked brow visible just above reflective sunglasses that Blaine
was sure were very designer and very expensive. “Oh for the love of…”
Blaine’s muttering was interrupted by an irritated
exhale and a quick spout off about how Blaine was the person in the wrong. “Look,
uh, you,” the guy started, tone like
a wasp but voice smooth like Blaine thought he’d like to hear in a bedroom
setting. It was very confusing for his body and brain, to say the least. It
didn’t help that Blaine was pretty sure his left elbow and possibly shin were
bleeding and the stinging was becoming distracting. “I’m sorry I hit you, but,
maybe you should have followed the law
and stayed in the bike lane?”
It was like the man was speaking to a toddler, and
that made something in Blaine’s brain snap. He didn’t care how hot the pissed
off guy was, what with his gravity-defying hair and daring fashion sense- that
suit wasn’t even a shade of blue that Blaine had a name for!- the guy was being
a dick. It wasn’t Blaine’s fault that
he’d been in too much of a hurry to get home from… whatever swanky city job he
did and wasn’t paying attention to the pedestrian traffic.
So, Blaine told him as much.
“Uh, how ‘bout no?” The man gaped at him,
sunglasses perched lower on his nose so he could stare at Blaine with stunning
eyes of the greenest blue. Blaine wouldn’t be distracted, though. He had a diva
to dethrone, it would seem. “The bike path here is very narrow and often
crosses routes with both pedestrians and vehicles. It is the responsibility of
all parties to be aware of each other. I was well aware of my surroundings, but
a jogger was not paying attention and ran me off my path with her double-wide stroller. Which, I might
add, had two babies in it.”
The man didn’t look as bothered by that as Blaine
had been, but he didn’t look like he didn’t care at all, as Blaine suspected
Bas would were he present. At least this guy wasn’t completely heartless. “Traffic
was stopped, thus you should not have been going very fast at all once it
started up again. You shouldn’t have had any problem reacting to my falling
into your lane, and yet…” Blaine angrily motioned to his bike, and his leg
which was awkwardly positioned under him and somewhat inside of the bicycle. It
was starting to get rather sore, but he wasn’t exactly sure how to un-pretzel himself
without some help.
Tall, poised, and prissy gave him a once over and
licked his lips before responding. “Are you some kind of law-student or
something?” he asked, that brow quirking even higher. “Whatever. I don’t care.
You still don’t have an argument here! I didn’t do anything wro-“
“Oh tell me you started throwing random data at
him,” Bas interrupts, a gleeful light in his eye. He’s getting really into the
story and Blaine can’t help but grin. He has to admit, he had no idea if he
even had any sort of case against the guy, but he knew how to bullshit like he
did. Thanks to all that studying with Bas.
Cracking his knuckles, Blaine smirks almost as
good as Sebastian as he nods his head proudly. “Of course I did. Told him about
law four fifty-seven A of chapter sixteen in the New York Vehicular-Pedestrian
code that states how any vehicle driving under ten miles an hour is responsible
should it collide with a pedestrian, including cyclists.”
Sebastian is howling now while Blaine explains a
couple more laws that he made up, and even a fictitious court case, only to be
interrupted by a clearing throat.
“Are you quite finished celebrating your
dastardliness?” the voice asks, and Blaine opens his eyes to stare into the
greenest blue he’s ever seen, again cocking that brow at him, but this time
looking amused rather than angry or intimidated.
Kurt pulls his chair out and joins the pair at
their table, less dressed up than the previous day. “Sorry, Kurt,” Blaine says,
a laugh still on his voice as he flashes the fashion writer slash actor a warm
smile. “Bas was at the office late last night and I didn’t get to talk to him
until today. He didn’t know our story til now.”
Sebastian, for his part, has started coughing from
his laughing fit. It seems that adding Kurt to the mix just made it even worse.
“Is he going to make it?” Kurt asks, not actually looking all that concerned.
The middle finger shot his way answers his question, though, and Kurt simply
motions for his own beer and helps himself to a potato skin. “Did you tell him
how you ended up at my place with a broken bike and a sore ass afterward? Or
how I rubbed out the muscle spasm in your thigh?”
The grin that curls on Kurt’s face is absolutely
evil while Sebastian wheezes for air. Blaine kind of loves it. “Oh my God!”
Sebastian exhales, glaring at both of them. “How in the hell do you go from
threatening lawsuits to fucking?!”
That was loud. Blaine winces as half the bar turns
to stare at them, while Kurt starts to go red and Bas just keeps staring
incredulously at them.
“Nobody said anything about fucking!” Blaine
squeaks, while Kurt responds at the same time with “I’m just that good, I
Oh, and Blaine is sure he’s red enough to make a
tomato jealous, but he’s also so turned on he might die. Shit. And Kurt and Bas
are getting along like old friends, sparring verbally without any issue. It’s
actually amazing. Bas doesn’t get along this well with, well, anyone!
“So, anyway,” Blaine says once he can speak again.
“Thanks for making me help you get through law school I guess? And, uh, don’t
expect to see my bike around the apartment any time soon. It kinda died, and I
don’t think I want to tempt fate twice.”
Blaine got his accidental chance at love or
whatever Kurt might be. He doesn’t think he’d get so lucky next time. Best to
leave the biking to ruthless people who would have taken out the stroller.
“Nach Baliye ka trophy jeetna, Nach Baliye ka title jeetna- woh hum dono ka pehla sapna hain saath mein. Humein ye pata hain ki hamara fans hamare saath hain, hamari janta hamare saath hain- toh kisi bhi haalat main, Nach Baliye ki trophy hamare saath hogi….”
“inn thera hafton ki journey mein jahan humein nach ki manch par jeet ke liye baliyon mein dedication, hard work, passion dikha, toh wohi ek dusre ke liye unka gehra pyaar, unka junaav bhi dekhne ko mila. Har kisi ka rishta sacha tha, unconditional tha. Lekin in sab mein se, Rithvik-Asha ki jodi aisi rahi jiske rishtey ki dor sabse mazboot thi.”
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