#apx glee au

[rexinferorum]

Glee AU

this went from an “lol imagine” to an entire world building experiment. i’m not sure who i have to blame for it but alas, here we are.  click below for the first installment of the glee au saga. 

“ vuras. get over here. “ 

v scowls.  there are few things he hates more than his given name being used, a fact which their faculty adviser is aware of.  all the same, he forces a smile and crosses the room;  resists the urge to remove the dalton pin from his blazer and use the sharp end to poke out their eyes.  he resists.   “ yes? we’re in the middle of rehearsal. “  this had better be important.  the threat doesn’t need to be spoken.  

the faculty adviser sighs.  grabs a scrawny kid by the shoulders, puts him in between the two of them. “ we’ve got a new kid.  he’s a transfer from carmel. “    this peaks v’s interest.  carmel high school is their toughest competition;  in sports, neither are much of a spectacle, but the last three national show choir competitions had seen both schools in deep competition.  carmel have won the last two years but this,  v will proudly declare to anyone who listens, is their year. 

“ you sing? “  it’s a question, but it’s also an inquisition.  his gaze narrows on the kid;  he looks partly terrified, partly intrigued.  “ i’m vuras, but you can call me v. “   he holds out his hand, waits expectantly for the quiet boy to shake it.  “ i’m the captain of the dalton academy warblers.  i’m assuming if they’re shoving you. “  quite literally, “…at me you must have been in vocal adrenaline?”    vocal adrenaline, aka carmel’s national ranking show choir.   they’re known for their intense choreography sessions,  complicated routines, and overall dedication to the craft.  he’d heard rumors once that they all took performance enhancing drugs, but they’d been disproved after he’d reported them to the show choir board.   hey,  a disqualification leading to a warbler win still counted as a success in his books. he wants to win at all costs but won’t tolerate even the idea of someone else doing the same.  

“ uh, i - yea, i do. “  the boy stutters, like he’s caught off guard.  maybe he is;  presumably this is his first day and he’s already being thrust into the fire.  “ i mean, i did. i was.  i transferred. “  the boy doesn’t say why, doesn’t offer any explanations, but he doesn’t need to.  by the end of the day,  v will have accessed his school file and figured out all the sordid details. 

aster silvermist, son of baird and daphne silvermist. his parents were big donors and supporters of carmel high, up until a month ago when their son was mysteriously withdrawn from classes. according to reports from their guidance counselor, aster was experiencing serious anxiety stemming from pressures put on him from the glee club.  supposedly mr. mikaelson, henrik - not the other two, heavily involved in vocal adrenaline - had med with the parents and the decision had been made to transfer him.  to say that v was intrigued would have been an understatement.  this boy, he had vocal adrenaline’s secrets… and v would find them out, one way or another. 

* * * *

“ here, let me carry those for you. “   seemingly out of nowhere, the dark haired boy with the eyeliner framing his eyes had scooped the books out of his hands.  aster wracked his brain, trying to remember the name.  he’s met so many new faces since arriving at dalton, it’s hard to keep anything straight.  “v. “  the stranger supplies, as if he senses the mild panic flooding the boy.  “ we met yesterday in the auditorium. “

“ right. y-yea, we did.  sorry, it’s - all of this is still pretty overwhelming. “  it is, but that isn’t why he’s stumbling over his words, fidgeting with his hands as the other boy stares at him.  it’s because he’s staring at him… like he’s an all you can eat buffet, and the boy’s starving.  it makes him feel … confused, mostly.  scared, a little.   turned on?  well, yes.  a little.   he flushes,  wishes his face wasn’t as expressive as it is.  he feels exposed, like the boy can practically hear his thoughts.  judging by the smirk on the boy’s face, maybe he can.  “…but i thought about your offer.  i don’t think i should.  not right now. “   he’d just gotten out of one glee club.  jumping into another felt – well, it felt anxiety inducing.   he still has nightmares about klaus mikaelson screaming, telling him he’s three paces behind and letting the whole group down.  no, no he doesn’t think he can do it again.  not right now.  “ i’m sorry. “ 

but the boy is sweet.  that smirk turns soft,  his hand curving against aster’s shoulder.  he sounds so genuine,  twisting aster’s stomach into knots.  boy, is he cute.  “ i know you’ve probably been through a lot. “  the boy says, eyes focused on aster.  or rather,  on his lips.  “ i’ve heard horror stories about how they treat people.  it’s awful.  but we’re not like that here.  we’re – i’m tough on everyone,  i am,  but it’s because i know we’re good.  we don’t have to rely on showy gimmicks,  or scare tactics,  to be great. “      he shrugs,  halting when they arrive at aster’s next class.   “ come by practice later today.  i’ll show you. “  

he knows he should say no, that he should hold his ground and just focus on school… but the boy looks so earnest, looks like he really wants him  to say yes,  so what other choice does he have?  he’s doomed.   “ okay. “   he says instead,  smile on his face.  “ i’ll come. “

* * *

   after his last class of the day,  v makes sure aster keeps his word.   he meets him outside the door,  takes him by the hand as they laugh and sprint to the music room.   when the warblers launch into an acapella version of katy perry’s  ‘ teenage dream ‘ ( not his choice, but effective all the same )   he watches the boy’s gaze melt every time they lock eyes.   it’s almost too easy,  drawing him in,  but he takes satisfaction as he watches the boy scribble his name down on the members sheet.   he’s in,  he’s one of them.

now,  if it takes all semester to charm VA’s secrets out of the boy,  it will have been worth it.   ( if his own heart skips a beat that first time their hands grazed,  or during a moment they lock eyes in the song … well,  he’s choosing to overlook that.  it’s probably nothing.  he’s fine.   )

#( meme ) #( answered ask ) #( aster ) #apx glee au #ofindcmitability

[frcmashes]

Glee Au / Hope

        there’s  a  sign  posted  outside  of  the  choir  room,  a  girl  standing  in  front  of  it  as  she  scrawls  her  name  with  a  flourish.   her  cursive  is  impeccable,  a  sticker  of  her  family’s  emblem  affixed  beside  her  signature  as  she  smiles.   of  course  hope  mikaelson  is  the  first  person  to  sign  up  for  the  glee  club;    she’s  the  one  that  had  it  established  in  her  freshman  year.   

“  i  need  a  creative  outlet.  ”   she’d  demanded,  fists  pounding  against  principal  forbes’  desk.   her  fathers  had  sat  there;   klaus,  smirking,  interjecting  at  every  interval  that  she  was  welcome  to  follow  her  creative  passions  to  carmel  high  —  where  he  was  the  choreographer  for  vocal  adrenaline.    stefan,  always  the  calm-headed  of  the  two,  was  quick  to  remind  him  why  that  wasn’t  an  option.

           picture  a  toddler  hope  dressed  in  pageant  dresses,  tiny  tiaras,  and  throwing  cake  in  the  face  of  the  girl  that  beat  her  …  all  at  the  direction  of  her  overbearing  father  who  needs  to  win.    suffice  to  say,  when  hayley  had  found  that  out,  klaus  lost  his  veto  rights  when  it  came  to  hope’s  well-being.  

   so  at  mckinley  she  stayed,  rose  to  the  top  of  the  glee  club’s  roster  and  remained  at  the  bottom  of  the  food  chain.   slightly  cooler  than  the  band  kids,  but  not  by  much.   she  never  minded  though,  not  even  when  jocks  threw  slushies  in  her  face,  or  cruel  comments  were  aimed  her  way.   for  the  most  part,  people  left  her  alone;   her  mother  was  the  school  nurse,  hovered  in  her  vicinity  just  close  enough  to  spare  her  from  the  majority  of  the  whispers  and  the  attacks.    her  star  shone  bright,  she  knew  this  was  true,  and  some  people  couldn’t  handle  it.  

    * * *

       he’s  seventeen  years  old  the  day  alaric  saltzman  catches  him  singing  in  the  shower.  he’s  singing  a  rendition  of  greenday’s   ‘  homecoming  ’  with  his  shampoo  bottle  as  a  microphone.  it  isn’t  until  halfway  through  part  ii  that  he  realizes  he  isn’t  alone.   he  startles,  wraps  the  towel  tighter  around  his  waist  as  he  blinks.   “  uh,  hey,  mr.  saltzman.  ”   he  reaches  for  his  shirt,  uses  it  to  cover  his  chest  so  it’s  a  little  less  weird.   “  i  don’t  think  you’re  supposed  to  be  in  here.  ”  

     “  you  have  a  great  voice.  ”    alaric  says,  and  thankfully  he’s  averted  his  eyes  so  landon  feels  less  weird  about  getting  dressed  in  front  of  him.  “  …  and  i  saw  you  earlier,  when  i  was  talking  to  the  team.   raf  was  making  fun  of  it,  and  the  guys  signed  fake  names  on  the  sheet,  but  you  actually  looked  interested. ”      landon  shirks  under  his  gaze;   he’s  not  wrong,  but  he’s  barking  up  the  wrong  tree.

       “  yeah,  uh,  here’s  the  thing.  ”   he  shifts  his  weight  awkwardly,  shakes  his  head.  “  i  know  i’m  on  the  football  team,  and  i’m  like  …  cool  by  association,  but  i’m  really  terrible.   never  catching  the  ball  in  100  years,  terrible.   if  raf  wasn’t  my  brother,  and  the  quarterback,  i’d  be  a  nobody.    or  worse.  ”    he  shrugs  helplessly.   “  i  really  can’t  risk  screwing  things  up.   at  my  old  school,  i  was  the  weird  kid  that  ate  his  lunch  in  the  bathroom  just  to  avoid  getting  shoved  into  lockers.  ”    he  grimaces.   “  no  offense,  but  joining  glee  club  would  be  social  suicide.  ”

        he  stands  by  that  decision.  it’s  only  when  he  gets  an  F on  his  history  paper  that  he  agrees  to  audition;   mr.  saltzman,  in  a  fit  of  desperation,  agrees  to  a  make-up  assignment  to  give  him  a  second  chance.   he  needs  football,  can’t  get  suspended  from  the  team,  so  he  accepts  with  trepidation.  

* * *

        “  if  we  have  to  sing  one  more  evanescence  song,  i’m  quiting.  i’m  serious,  mr.  saltzman.  i’m  out.  ”    penelope  park  and  hope  mikaelson  are  staring  each  other  down,  the  former  having  tossed  her  sheet  music  upon  seeing  ‘  everybody’s  fool ’.   “  no  more  emo  anthems.  please.  i  beg  you.  ”

     hope  bristles.   “  it’s  a  good  song.  there’s  pain  in  the  lyrics,  and  a  kind  of  isolation  –  ”   penelope  interrupts.   “  …  and  an  octave  only  you  can  hit,  guaranteeing  you  the  solo.  nuh  uh.  no  way.  new  song,  or  i’m  out.  ”  

     this  is  the  moment  when  landon  kirby  walks  in,  the  door  shutting  behind  him  snapping  everyone’s  attention  to  him.  he  hates  it,  if  he’s  being  honest.   all  this  scrutiny  that  he  shrinks  under,  coughs  awkwardly  and  half  raises  a  hand.   “  uh,  hey.  i’m  here  for  …  this,  i  guess.  ”

      silence.  you  could  have  heard  a  pin  drop.  

  “  right,  ”   it’s  alaric  who  snaps  to  attention,  crosses  over  to  him  and  wraps  an  arm  around  his  shoulders.  “  everyone,  this  is  landon  kirby.  he’s  joining  us.  ”

   “  —  oh  i  know  who  he  is.  ”   it’s  penelope  that  breaks  the  silence.  behind  her,  kaleb  has  risen  to  his  feet  and  is  frowning.   he  interjects,  “  —  oh  HELL  no.   we  do  not  need  a  white  savior  up  in  here.  ”    there’s  already  enough  competition  for  solos  as  it  is;  hope  and  penelope  have  been  at  each  other’s  throats  for  years,  and  with  MG  joining  the  club  kaleb’s  position  as  the  sole  male  vocalist  is  already  in  ruin.   throw  a  curly  haired  muppet  into  the  mix  and  his  solo  to  background  ratio  is  shot.  the  room   breaks  out  into  an  argument  and  it  isn’t  until  mr.  saltzman  has  said  ‘guys’  for  the  hundredth  time  that  hope  gives  in  and  SCREAMS.

        her  screams  quiet  the  room  and  she  smiles,  shoves  some  hair  behind  her  ear.  it  always  worked  on  her  dads,  so  she’d  assumed  the  same  with  her  classmates,   she  hasn’t  been  proven  wrong  yet  and  won’t  be  today.     “  welcome,  landon.  ”    there’s  a  spring  in  her  step,  a  gleam  in  her  eyes  that  leaves  a  few  of  them  uneasy.  

         (  everyone  remembers  when  penelope  joined;   hope  had  declared  her  an  equal  and  suggested  they  ‘  form  a  power  couple  ’  to  dominate  the  show  choir  circuit.   penelope  had  declined;   she’d  taken  one  look  at  hope  and  known  she  didn’t  have  time  for  that  kind  of  headache  in  her  life.   )

      her  hand  extends,  pointed  in  the  direction  of  their  newest  member.   “  hope  mikaelson.  you  could  say  i’m  the  de facto  leader  around  these  parts.  ”    landon  shakes  her  hand  while  both  kaleb  and  mr.  saltzman  say,  no,  no  she  isn’t.   “  welcome  to  glee  club.  ”    he  grimaces  a  little,  half  shrugs  as  he  says,  “  —  thanks  ?  ”

     “  hey.  sesame  street.  ”   this  time  it’s  penelope  that  speaks  up,  points  a  figure  at  landon.   “  i  bet  you  don’t  want  to  sing  some  whiny,  emo,  mess  of  a  song,  right  ?  ”     he  blinks,  doesn’t  get  a  chance  to  answer  before  she’s  continuing.   “ i  mean,  we  should  make  him  feel  welcome,  right  guys  ?    what  do  you  think  we  should  do  ?  ”   behind  her,  MG  is  coughing  into  his  hand  to  hide  his  snickers.  you  don’t  become  best  friends  with  penelope  park  and  not  see  when  she’s  laying  a  trap.  this  guy  –  this  fresh  blood  –  has  no  idea  what  he’s  about  to  walk  into.   

      “  uh.  ”   he  starts.   he’s  never  been  good  at  being  in  the  spotlight,  likes  to  fade  into  the  background.  camouflaged  in  a  crowd.  “  i  don’t  know.  ”   he  admits.   “  what  about  classic  rock  ?    journey,  or  aerosmith,  something  like  that.  ”

     his  words  are  met  with  a  gasp.     hope  mikaelson  wrenches  her  hands  away  from  him  so  quickly,  you’d  think  she’d  have  been  burned.   “  classic  rock  ?   CLASSIC  ROCK  ?  ”   he’s  never  seen  someone  so  angry  about  80s  bands.   he’s  honestly  just  shocked.  “  this  is  showchoir,  not  woodstock.  ”     her  face  is  red,  eyes  blazing,  and  when  others  start  chiming  in  about  what  a  great  idea  it  is,  she  shrieks  and  storms  out  of  the  room.    landon’s  left  blinking,  wondering  what  exactly  he’s  gotten  himself  into  as  alaric  sighs  and  lets  his  head  hit  the  desk  with  a  thud.  

* * *

#( meme ) #( answered ask ) #( hope ) #apx glee au #willdoitforher