Glee Trotting (Part 1)
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silvererienaTitle: Glee Trotting
Author: silvereriena
Rating: PG-13, may go up
Pairing: Puck/Kurt established relationship (kinda follows my What Goes with Crocs fic, but can be read alone)
Spoiler: If you've seen all of the episodes, you should be fine.
Summary: Thanks to a cut from the Cheerios' budget to help better support the arts, the Glee club goes on a cultural holiday to Thailand. This can only end in insanity.
Notes: You guys may have heard by now of all the violent protests happening in Bangkok. It's pretty upsetting for me, because I lived there for almost 10 years and that's where my maternal family has lived for the past 50 or so years. I decided to write about the Glee club members and the shenanigans I think they'd be up to over there. I've been kinda missing from the fandom and I want to come back. :) Also yes, my title is lame. Blah.
Sue Sylvester was furious. Now this in itself was not a novelty at McKinley High. She was however, in the kind of fury that made her eyes seem to burst with demonic flames and she was shoving not only students in the hallways, but faculty members as well. Half of the school had soon shuffled to the other side of the building, leaving her fuming by an empty stairwell.
Principal Figgins had called her into his office earlier to talk. She had swaggered in nonchalantly, hoping that he was about to say he was disbanding the Glee club due to one of Schuester's massive failures. Oh, how she dreamed of such a day to come.
Instead, he had dropped a completely opposite bomb on her.
"Sue, we're cutting a third of the Cheerio's budget and giving it to the Glee club."
Her eyes had gone wide and she opened her mouth to begin her slur of protests and profanities, but Figgins had cut her off with a sharp halt of his hand.
"You get more than enough financing as it is, Sue. You had the Cheerios shoot out of cannons and land into swimming pools filled with champagne at our last football game. We need to equally distribute funding towards the arts."
Sue had sneered at this and it had taken all of her willpower not to kick him in the face with her superbly aerodynamic sneakers. "And you decided that Schuester's little band of misfits deserved part of the money my Cheerios sweat and bleed for every day?" she had asked icily.
"The Glee club has been doing very well recently, and I believe it's time they got a reward for their efforts."
Sue had turned tail and stormed out before he could continue. Even now, the words kept echoing in her head like annoying little Glee singers who would not shut up. How was she supposed to pay for the helicopter that the Cheerios were supposed to drop down from for their next choreography now?
Her infuriated roar bounced off the walls, effectively scaring the kids in the chemistry lab next door, and resulting in a few spills of chemicals that really shouldn't be spilled.
Sue locked herself in her office and forced herself to breathe deeply. She shouldn't make any rash decisions, she thought. But the one thing she was certain of was that Will Schuester was going to pay.
~*~*~*~
"Guys, I've got some great news!"
The glee kids perked up, Rachel practically craning her neck high as Mr. Schuester strode into the choir room. He was beaming, and his obvious excitement was quickly spreading among the students.
"What's up, Mr. Schu?" Finn asked.
"The school has given us a huge financial gift and we now have enough money to buy some great stuff, like new spotlights for the auditorium and some new costumes."
There was a ripple of contented murmuring among the members, but Will quickly spoke up again. "That's not all. We actually have enough money for something really special. And I've decided that what you guys need is to expand your horizons in order to grow as singers... Get to see the world!" He stopped to lick his lips and then said, "We'll be going on a two-week trip to the other side of the globe and experience a different culture. Guys, what do you think about a vacation to Thailand?"
At that question, there was a burst of cheering among the group. Will beamed as he watched his students begin to chatter excitedly about the prospects of traveling outside of their small, unchanging town.
"I can buy myself a real sarong!" Rachel gushed, "And wear it at our next show! It would be perfect!"
"Shopping in Southeast Asia! The sales I've only ever dreamed of!" Kurt sighed.
"Authentic Thai food!" Artie and Tina cheered together before high-fiving.
"Hot chicks on beaches!" Puck added with a grin.
Kurt turned to glare at his boyfriend, who merely shrugged. "What? It's not like I'd do anything with them." He leered suggestively at Kurt. "Besides, if you're lying on the sand in speedos, I won't look at anyone else."
Kurt raised a perfectly plucked eyebrow at him. "How do you know I own speedos?"
"Lucky guess."
"You've been raiding my closet."
"Babe, I don't want to touch your closet. It's so huge it's practically its own country."
"Alright, settle down!" Will said with a wave of his hand, "I can see all of you are excited, but you have to get prepared first. You'll need permission from your parents, and make sure you have your passports ready. We'll discuss the things you guys will need to bring and the rules we'll have to set down so there are no complications, OK?"
"We're going to Thailand!" Matt yelled, throwing his arms in the air. Everyone cheered with him, totally ignoring Will's speech on responsibility. He merely smiled and let them celebrate, feeling pretty damn excited himself. This was a gift he was happy to give to the students who had made him so proud this year.
~*~*~*~
"Why are you starting to pack already?" Puck asked Kurt. He was chilling in his boyfriend's bedroom that evening, watching the little diva pile more clothes than necessary for a two-week trip into a large wheeling suitcase.
"Early preparations are needed, because I know I'm going to change my mind about my wardrobe four times before we actually leave," Kurt replied, digging through his closet for socks.
Puck picked up a neatly folded French Connection Jacquard scarf from the suitcase and frowned. "Dude, why are you bringing this? We're going to Thailand, it's like a million degrees over there."
Kurt snatched the scarf from him and promptly folded it again, along with more socks than it was possible for a man to have in his lifetime. "Noah, you have to understand that it's about style, not always about practicality," he said lightly, "I still need to look my best even in another country."
"I still can't believe your dad just said OK to you going just like that," Puck said. He was referring to Burt's casual 'OK have fun and be careful' comment when Kurt had told him about their travel plan earlier.
Kurt stopped rummaging through his wardrobe. He slowly turned to face Puck and there was a certain hesitance in his gaze that made the jock a bit uneasy. He walked over to the bed and sat next to Puck, looking directly into his eyes.
"It was my mom's dream to travel the world," he said softly, "And she always wanted to take me and Dad with her. I guess Dad wants me to live her dream for her."
Puck listened to his boyfriend speak without saying a word. He was never very good at comforting people and he certainly wasn't eloquent or knew the right thing to say. Instead, he let Kurt talk and simply put an arm around him, hoping against hope that he wouldn't start crying because that made him the most uncomfortable and he was seriously lost as to what to do then.
Fortunately, Kurt managed to smile and gently let his head fall on Puck's shoulder. "I'm looking forward to this trip," he said.
Puck smirked. "Dude, are you kidding me? It's going to be awesome."
A/N: So yeah, this is my new suddenly-inspired fic. Hopefully it'll get me back into the writing groove. :]
Author: silvereriena
Rating: PG-13, may go up
Pairing: Puck/Kurt established relationship (kinda follows my What Goes with Crocs fic, but can be read alone)
Spoiler: If you've seen all of the episodes, you should be fine.
Summary: Thanks to a cut from the Cheerios' budget to help better support the arts, the Glee club goes on a cultural holiday to Thailand. This can only end in insanity.
Notes: You guys may have heard by now of all the violent protests happening in Bangkok. It's pretty upsetting for me, because I lived there for almost 10 years and that's where my maternal family has lived for the past 50 or so years. I decided to write about the Glee club members and the shenanigans I think they'd be up to over there. I've been kinda missing from the fandom and I want to come back. :) Also yes, my title is lame. Blah.
Sue Sylvester was furious. Now this in itself was not a novelty at McKinley High. She was however, in the kind of fury that made her eyes seem to burst with demonic flames and she was shoving not only students in the hallways, but faculty members as well. Half of the school had soon shuffled to the other side of the building, leaving her fuming by an empty stairwell.
Principal Figgins had called her into his office earlier to talk. She had swaggered in nonchalantly, hoping that he was about to say he was disbanding the Glee club due to one of Schuester's massive failures. Oh, how she dreamed of such a day to come.
Instead, he had dropped a completely opposite bomb on her.
"Sue, we're cutting a third of the Cheerio's budget and giving it to the Glee club."
Her eyes had gone wide and she opened her mouth to begin her slur of protests and profanities, but Figgins had cut her off with a sharp halt of his hand.
"You get more than enough financing as it is, Sue. You had the Cheerios shoot out of cannons and land into swimming pools filled with champagne at our last football game. We need to equally distribute funding towards the arts."
Sue had sneered at this and it had taken all of her willpower not to kick him in the face with her superbly aerodynamic sneakers. "And you decided that Schuester's little band of misfits deserved part of the money my Cheerios sweat and bleed for every day?" she had asked icily.
"The Glee club has been doing very well recently, and I believe it's time they got a reward for their efforts."
Sue had turned tail and stormed out before he could continue. Even now, the words kept echoing in her head like annoying little Glee singers who would not shut up. How was she supposed to pay for the helicopter that the Cheerios were supposed to drop down from for their next choreography now?
Her infuriated roar bounced off the walls, effectively scaring the kids in the chemistry lab next door, and resulting in a few spills of chemicals that really shouldn't be spilled.
Sue locked herself in her office and forced herself to breathe deeply. She shouldn't make any rash decisions, she thought. But the one thing she was certain of was that Will Schuester was going to pay.
~*~*~*~
"Guys, I've got some great news!"
The glee kids perked up, Rachel practically craning her neck high as Mr. Schuester strode into the choir room. He was beaming, and his obvious excitement was quickly spreading among the students.
"What's up, Mr. Schu?" Finn asked.
"The school has given us a huge financial gift and we now have enough money to buy some great stuff, like new spotlights for the auditorium and some new costumes."
There was a ripple of contented murmuring among the members, but Will quickly spoke up again. "That's not all. We actually have enough money for something really special. And I've decided that what you guys need is to expand your horizons in order to grow as singers... Get to see the world!" He stopped to lick his lips and then said, "We'll be going on a two-week trip to the other side of the globe and experience a different culture. Guys, what do you think about a vacation to Thailand?"
At that question, there was a burst of cheering among the group. Will beamed as he watched his students begin to chatter excitedly about the prospects of traveling outside of their small, unchanging town.
"I can buy myself a real sarong!" Rachel gushed, "And wear it at our next show! It would be perfect!"
"Shopping in Southeast Asia! The sales I've only ever dreamed of!" Kurt sighed.
"Authentic Thai food!" Artie and Tina cheered together before high-fiving.
"Hot chicks on beaches!" Puck added with a grin.
Kurt turned to glare at his boyfriend, who merely shrugged. "What? It's not like I'd do anything with them." He leered suggestively at Kurt. "Besides, if you're lying on the sand in speedos, I won't look at anyone else."
Kurt raised a perfectly plucked eyebrow at him. "How do you know I own speedos?"
"Lucky guess."
"You've been raiding my closet."
"Babe, I don't want to touch your closet. It's so huge it's practically its own country."
"Alright, settle down!" Will said with a wave of his hand, "I can see all of you are excited, but you have to get prepared first. You'll need permission from your parents, and make sure you have your passports ready. We'll discuss the things you guys will need to bring and the rules we'll have to set down so there are no complications, OK?"
"We're going to Thailand!" Matt yelled, throwing his arms in the air. Everyone cheered with him, totally ignoring Will's speech on responsibility. He merely smiled and let them celebrate, feeling pretty damn excited himself. This was a gift he was happy to give to the students who had made him so proud this year.
~*~*~*~
"Why are you starting to pack already?" Puck asked Kurt. He was chilling in his boyfriend's bedroom that evening, watching the little diva pile more clothes than necessary for a two-week trip into a large wheeling suitcase.
"Early preparations are needed, because I know I'm going to change my mind about my wardrobe four times before we actually leave," Kurt replied, digging through his closet for socks.
Puck picked up a neatly folded French Connection Jacquard scarf from the suitcase and frowned. "Dude, why are you bringing this? We're going to Thailand, it's like a million degrees over there."
Kurt snatched the scarf from him and promptly folded it again, along with more socks than it was possible for a man to have in his lifetime. "Noah, you have to understand that it's about style, not always about practicality," he said lightly, "I still need to look my best even in another country."
"I still can't believe your dad just said OK to you going just like that," Puck said. He was referring to Burt's casual 'OK have fun and be careful' comment when Kurt had told him about their travel plan earlier.
Kurt stopped rummaging through his wardrobe. He slowly turned to face Puck and there was a certain hesitance in his gaze that made the jock a bit uneasy. He walked over to the bed and sat next to Puck, looking directly into his eyes.
"It was my mom's dream to travel the world," he said softly, "And she always wanted to take me and Dad with her. I guess Dad wants me to live her dream for her."
Puck listened to his boyfriend speak without saying a word. He was never very good at comforting people and he certainly wasn't eloquent or knew the right thing to say. Instead, he let Kurt talk and simply put an arm around him, hoping against hope that he wouldn't start crying because that made him the most uncomfortable and he was seriously lost as to what to do then.
Fortunately, Kurt managed to smile and gently let his head fall on Puck's shoulder. "I'm looking forward to this trip," he said.
Puck smirked. "Dude, are you kidding me? It's going to be awesome."
A/N: So yeah, this is my new suddenly-inspired fic. Hopefully it'll get me back into the writing groove. :]
