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ghostisclearfandom: glee
ship: brittany pierce/tina cohen-chang
rating: t
words: 366
notes: s1 canon divergence i suppose? listen..i didn't expect to write a glee fic in 2024 either but it simply happened to me
forfemslashfete prompt 4: splinter
“Lumberjacks are the natural enemy of vampires.”
Mr. Schue stops, hand frozen in the air and guitar twanging aborted.
No one says anything, similarly bewildered, save for Santana—which is often the case in these situations.
Taking advantage of the silence, Brittany continues, “Even the smallest splinter of wood can pierce the heart of a vampire.”
“And I for one refuse to disrespect Tina by singing this lumberjack's song,” she concludes with an air of solemn sincerity.
“You think Tina's a vampire?” Finn asks, eyeing Tina warily before pretending, unconvincingly, not to have been.
“Duh, look at what she did to my neck,” Brittany pulls the collar of her Cheerios uniform aside to reveal an alarming hickey.
Mercedes whirls on Tina and the two confer in hushed whispers. Puckerman makes some disgusting comment to Finn that seems to fly over the latter's head. Quinn and Santana size each other up silently—trying to find out if either knew about this new development in Brittany's social life.
(Rachel thankfully isn't here today or she would surely be having a meltdown about wasting precious glee club time diving into the mystery of Brittany's mind.)
Kurt ignores the ooh's and aah's of the teenage crowd, “What in the world do lumberjacks even have to do with this song, Brittany?”
“I heard Santana say that the only people who wear flannel are farmers and lumberjacks and whoever wrote this song totally sounds like they wear flannel, but like do not eat any vegetables, so.” She shrugs, her logic soundly and completely laid out.
Tina clears her throat, cheeks still flush, “I think she raises a good point.”
“Not a wooden one, though,” Brittany locks eyes with Tina, smile wide and unaffected by the chaos rising around them as the glee club derails into a debate over lumberjacks, vampires, flannel, and who exactly is hooking up with who.
Mr. Schue tries desperately to get things back on track and Brittany flips open her phone.
ship: brittany pierce/tina cohen-chang
rating: t
words: 366
notes: s1 canon divergence i suppose? listen..i didn't expect to write a glee fic in 2024 either but it simply happened to me
for
femslashfete prompt 4: splinter“Lumberjacks are the natural enemy of vampires.”
Mr. Schue stops, hand frozen in the air and guitar twanging aborted.
No one says anything, similarly bewildered, save for Santana—which is often the case in these situations.
Taking advantage of the silence, Brittany continues, “Even the smallest splinter of wood can pierce the heart of a vampire.”
“And I for one refuse to disrespect Tina by singing this lumberjack's song,” she concludes with an air of solemn sincerity.
“You think Tina's a vampire?” Finn asks, eyeing Tina warily before pretending, unconvincingly, not to have been.
“Duh, look at what she did to my neck,” Brittany pulls the collar of her Cheerios uniform aside to reveal an alarming hickey.
Mercedes whirls on Tina and the two confer in hushed whispers. Puckerman makes some disgusting comment to Finn that seems to fly over the latter's head. Quinn and Santana size each other up silently—trying to find out if either knew about this new development in Brittany's social life.
(Rachel thankfully isn't here today or she would surely be having a meltdown about wasting precious glee club time diving into the mystery of Brittany's mind.)
Kurt ignores the ooh's and aah's of the teenage crowd, “What in the world do lumberjacks even have to do with this song, Brittany?”
“I heard Santana say that the only people who wear flannel are farmers and lumberjacks and whoever wrote this song totally sounds like they wear flannel, but like do not eat any vegetables, so.” She shrugs, her logic soundly and completely laid out.
Tina clears her throat, cheeks still flush, “I think she raises a good point.”
“Not a wooden one, though,” Brittany locks eyes with Tina, smile wide and unaffected by the chaos rising around them as the glee club derails into a debate over lumberjacks, vampires, flannel, and who exactly is hooking up with who.
Mr. Schue tries desperately to get things back on track and Brittany flips open her phone.
Tina, sent ten minutes ago:
If Mr. Schue sings another country song today I swear I'm going to run away and never come back.
If Mr. Schue sings another country song today I swear I'm going to run away and never come back.
Brittany, sent 30s ago:
now u dnt have 2 run away :)
<3
now u dnt have 2 run away :)
<3
