I'm Like Tinkerbell: I'm Not Gonna Teach Your Boyfriend How to Dance With You @Rachel
Blaine laughed at the yelp that Rachel let out against a loud smattering of notes. “I’ll be there” Blaine let out before Rachel hung up. Blaine smiled at his reflection in the mirror, brushing some extra syrup off of his forehead. Slushies weren’t so bad. And they actually tasted good. “This is the men’s bathroom” Blaine looked up from the sink at a different set of football players than before. He pulled his backpack strap over his shoulder. “I was just leaving.” Blaine couldn’t get to the courtyard fast enough. McKinley was a lot different than Dalton. He took a seat on the concrete and fished through his bag for his iPod. He needed to prep.Blaine laughed out loud in the bathroom to a few weird looks from his fellow classmates. A memory stirred of the first time that song came out and Blaine would sing it to Kurt on the phone whenever cell service permitted and Kurt would sit on the other end of the line begging Blaine to stop. “You Make Me Feel? Yeah. I know it. Sounds like a good choice. Let’s do this.” Blaine crumpled up the paper towel in his hand and shook out his hair, hoping the syrup hadn’t corrupted his hair too much.Blaine pushed open the door to the boys bathroom, making his way towards the sinks. “Um- No reason. Had a big breakfast” Blaine said, already pushing the memory of his first slushie facial out of his mind. “Anyway. Lunchtime. Any particular tune you’re in the mood for?”Blaine took off his bow-tie, he already knew it was ruined, and directed his attention back to the phone call. “Yeah, that’ll work. Lunchtime?” Blaine asked, trying to take off his vest, well-soaked with cherry syrup. “I have a feeling I won’t be in the mood to eat.”When Blaine thought about it, a public place sounded nice. “I think it’d be good for everyone to see the new kid kick Rachel Berry’s ass” Blaine said, almost impressed at his own wit. Suddenly, a jock threw what looked like red slush straight into Blaine’s face. “Have fun with your fairy moves homo-explosion dance off” he yelled back at Blaine. Blaine wiped the ice off of his face and brought the receiver back to his face. “Yeah. A public place. I’m ready to prove myself.”Blaine had been at McKinley one day. Not even really, more like a half day. All he’d done was sing “It’s Not Unusual” to win favor with the glee club and already Finn was jumping down his throat about how this wasn’t Dalton.
Blaine knew that. McKinley was better. They had…Blaine did his best to resist the chuckle that was threatening to escape his mouth. At least Rachel was fluid in her insulting behavior. Blaine had never been so poetically insulted in his life before. “Oh Rachel, you have no idea how wrong I am about to prove you” Blaine said, a smirk creeping across his face. “I’ll leave time and place to you.”
She hummed quietly, squeaking only when a hoard of hockey players stormed past her, causing Rachel to press herself back into her locker, taking a moment to catch up with Blaine, and she could hear the amusement in his voice. “What was that? Oh. Yes.” She tucked the folder away neatly in her bag before responding. “Well, that all depends. Do you want this to be a public event, that way everyone can see who the superior dancer is?” Her nose wrinkled after she said that though, recalling the last few displays of musical genius the Glee club had performed.
She let out an indignant little huff as she moved through the halls, taking care to avoid one irate looking Azimio carrying a cup brimming with sticky red slushie. He gave her the eye, but avoiding, clearly having other prey on his mind. Swallowing thickly, Rachel noted the long pause, punctuated by what sounded like a rather harsh holler, possibly directed towards the boy on the other end. “Blaine? Are you—” But he responded, and all the petite diva could do was go along with him, though something unsettling tightened in her stomach. “Alright. Public then. Outside, where you and the Cheerios performed your number?”
Making her way into the empty music room, Rachel nodded, then realized there was no way he could see her physical sign of agreement. Feeling rather silly, she muttered “That sounds good,” as she settled down on the piano bench, retrieving her music folder from her bag, riffling through her wide array of sheet music. “Oh really? Any reason for that?”
Setting her fingers on the piano, Rachel clicked her tongue, albeit, a little impatient as she thought through her musical repertoire. Nothing too show-tuney, or old fashioned. That would most certainly irritate a crowd of riled up teenagers, especially those lacking any musical sophistication. She thought back to her drive into school with Noah, and whatever had been on the radio. “There’s that song by that Cobra group. It goes ‘La la la’ a lot. Do you know which one I’m talking about?”
“Yes yes. That song.” She had a distinct memory of trying to get Noah to harmonize with her on it, but he found the soft spot behind her ear far more fascinating. Raising a hand to brush said spot, she shivered briefly before focusing back on Blaine. “Can’t wait. I’ll be expecting you there on time. Unless you chicken out.” She smirked, propping her elbow up on the piano, hitting an ugly mix of keys, causing her jump back with a tiny yelp. “Yes. So. On time. See you then.” And with that, she snapped the phone shut, tossing it into her bag.
