mostlyajerk | Imagine Glee and You

"So, I think I will join drama. Rehearsal works well between my classes on Tuesday and Friday and it looks good on college application. Besides, I already know Cisco." Hartley hesitated to call Cisco a friend. He had thought that he had had some friendships in his life. None of the people he had gone to school with even picked up their phones when he called them. Friendship had never been something he thought he was good at, but this was even worse than expected. Better not to be presumptuous. "But I'm really looking forward to seeing your performances."

Edited 2016-09-28 20:49 (UTC)

"Really? Drama? Well, whatever makes you happy, I'll look forward to seeing you perform." Barry smiled despite the anger inside him, his legs crossed as he sat on top of the piano they used for practise, looking at Hartley and trying his best to keep himself one step ahead here. "There's a lot of crossover in the two as well, I mean we both love to sing and put on a show, in a way we're part of your club and you're part of mine." Only his club was great, sold out shows, made money and won trophies and that stupid drama club could barely fill an auditorium for their crappy shows.

"They need a few more people, apparently some quite recently because of bullying?" Which Cisco had not so subtly blamed on Barry, so while Hartley was not accusing, he was testing the water. "I live in a rough neighbourhood, I'm not easy to bully." Hartley smirked and sat down by the piano, letting his fingers run over the keys. He hadn't played in a while, but some things were impossible to forget. He always missed music, but sometimes he didn't realise until he made some again. "I don't know yet if I'll actually be on stage. I might be behind the scenes."

"I miss the drama club, I have to say. I loved being a part of it, performing with my friends and everything. It sucks I can't do it any more. Glee is kind of a time suck and ... I guess I'm not so welcome. Things aren't good these days." Barry shrugged his shoulders sheepishly, trying his best to not go one way or another. Attacking Cisco outright would blow his chances here so he kept it all a little guarded and just tried to seem as non threatening and relaxed as he could. "It's a shame if they don't. You have a star quality, I can see it. I hope others can too." Barry smiled fondly and reached out, grabbing the sheet music and shuffling it, setting it back down and tapping it. "Play this for me." It was one of the songs he was practising.

"I didn't know you used to be in the drama club." Was that part of it all? Resentment because Barry left? But Cisco had told him things. Paying someone to put him into a dumpster, that was not okay, not under any circumstances. So he stayed on guard. Which didn't keep him from smirking at Barry and shaking his head. "Next time, say 'please'. I don't work with divas." That said he started to play very obediently, in spite of his words. Barry really was cute, he couldn't help it.

"I was. I loved it. Then it got awkward. With Cisco. Look, I don't want to talk about it, it's kind of private. I guess. I know he probably told you some awful stuff and I did some awful stuff, I won't deny that but he really upset me. I mean I know I broke his heart but --" Barry paused and his eyes went wide in shock. Or at least he was aiming for shock. All those years in drama club really paid off. "Wait, no, sorry, Forget that. Never mind." Barry attempted to cover his fake shock with a smile and tapped the music with a playful smile. "Next time I'll ask in the nicest way possible, promise." With a wink, Barry listened to Hartley play, just giving him time to get familiar with the music. He'd jump in when he was ready.

"...Cisco's straight." Or so he'd been led to believe, partly by Cisco's awkwardness over having called him hot and then just a few other incidents. Cisco certainly wanted him to know that he was straight. Whatever. He frowned and focused on the music instead. He had been trained, he could play this easily, just after a few moments. Finally he looked up at Barry, quirking an eyebrow expectantly.

"Oh yeah. Believe me. I know. He says that a lot." Barry shrugged his shoulders. "All I know is that I wasn't the one who drunkenly tried to make out with him but I was still the one he called a fag afterwards." Barry huffed, looking as hurt as he could, swallowing hard and taking a moment before shaking his head, his eyes pained as he looked at Hartley. "Look, can we not? It's a raw wound for both of us. Neither of us comes off well and it's not the impression we should give." Barry shrugged his shoulders and looked at Hartley instead. "Let's do something better."

Barry took a deep breath, leaned forward, a sad smile on his face as he sang slowly, basically serenading Hartley with his own version of Teenage Dream.

It actually hurt, oddly enough. Just thinking about Cisco calling him, calling anyone a fag. He wondered if it was true, but he knew what overly straight guys could be like. He'd been there. "Sorry. I know what that's like. I won't bring it up again." Clearly there was a lot of history there. Hartley wasn't sure what to think, but he knew better than to keep insisting. So instead he looked up and there was Barry. Singing again. Singing to him.

His face was burning and he almost forgot to play more than once. He knew what he'd dream tonight. The song ended and he felt like he had a whole army of butterflies in his stomach. "...thanks. For letting me hear you, I mean."

"Thanks for listening." Barry smiled a bright genuine smile as he raised his hand and ruffled at his hair, that cute boyish flare he had breaking through as he reached out and ruffled the other's hair as well. It was nice. Fluffy. Not bad for a kid with no conditioner. "It was an honour playing with you. Like I said, star quality." Barry slid down the piano a little and then dramatically flopped back onto it, playfully smiling over at Hartley. "Oh Hartley, maybe one day I can steal you all for myself." Barry paused, a sheepish look on his face, clearing his throat. "For glee, of course. You know. Like. Not that I don't want you around but -- oh man, this is becoming lame. Sorry. Someone shut me up."

For one of the very few times in his life, Hartley didn't think. He just got up and leaned down and kissed Barry. He had no idea what he was doing. His brain caught up way too late and by then he wasn't sure how to get out of this. But why would he want to? There was a cute guy that acted like he wanted him, that had an amazing voice and that smiled at him so beautifully.

People hadn't been nice to Hartley a lot, especially not recently. He had lost everyone that he thought he could depend on. Everyone he cared for and now none of them seemed to care for him. Barry was so nice. So beautiful. The closest he had to a friend outside of him was Cisco and-

Oh no. Hartley pulled back and almost fell over the piano stool before stepping over it and backing away without stumbling instead. How could he save this situation? Maybe pretend it was nothing. "...sorry. Just figured it'd shut you up."

"Woah." Barry shot upright. Oh boy. That kid could kiss. Seriously, he could kiss. Barry licked his lips slowly as he contemplated how to play this and in the end, he went for the same old move he played on all the other idiots. He reached out and gently snagged Hartley's wrist, looking at him for a long time and slowly, that look turned pleading. "Please. Don't go. I-I know this is like social suicide, dating a guy in a public school and I get it but please, don't just leave."

He let go of Hartley and drew his hand back in. Good kisser, he definitely needed to snag him and fuck him before anyone else got a chance. Especially Axel, that little shit was not stealing his boy. He couldn't wait to tell Leonard about this one. "Look, just -- just don't 'no homo' me like the last guy. If you like me, just own up to it. I won't make you do anything."

He hoped that gave him the vibe of someone who had been scorned before. Someone who'd been hurt. Like by a certain idiot in the drama club. "Just don't be afraid to be the guy who wanted to kiss me. That is what you wanted, right?" Barry laughed nervously. "It was a real good kiss too."

"...I just lost everything I've ever known because I'm gay, I'd not hide it from anyone." Although not hiding was still something other than flaunting it and he knew that. Worse, he could imagine what Cisco would think of this and he had no idea what to think. This Barry was so different than the Barry Cisco had ward him about. "I did want to kiss you." He swallowed, but straightened his shoulder. He could be assertive. He clearly was or he'd not have done this. Also, clearly stupid, but that was beside the point. "I must be a natural if this was any good. You were my first."

"I was. That's so cute. My first was a boy in my junior school, we kissed behind the bleachers and it was incredible. You don't forget your first kiss." Barry was very glad he was Hartley's first. Oh boy was he bragging about that tonight. He slid off the piano and looked at Hartley, finally eye to eye with him. Or as much as he could be with their height difference. "You're way better than he was and it was his first time too. Be proud." Barry moved in and ran his fingers playfully through Hartley's hair before moving in and stealing another kiss. This one was longer, drawn out, making sure he gave a nice display of what he could do.

How was this happening? Hartley didn't know what he should expect of his first day here, but it certainly wasn't this. He barely even knew Barry and all he knew about him from Cisco was terrible. But he wanted to kiss him. Him. He wanted to touch him and he acted like Hartley was worth something. His own mother had told him she wished he had never been born only days ago. That someone this beautiful wanted him, that was more than he'd have ever expected.

"Thank you." Did he just thank him for a kiss? How incredibly idiotic. "I... You said you wanted to date?"

"If you want to." Barry reached out and took his hand, doing his best to mimic Hartley's awkwardness and bashfulness. It was relax him more, make this easier. If he seemed to confident, it'd look like an act, he had to make it all seem like it was so new to him as well. Like he had no idea what he was doing. "Look, I haven't ever really dated. I fooled around a little but it's kind of hard to meet guys my own age. I'm not so sure how to do it but maybe we could get coffee? I'll pay." Barry shrugged his shoulders and gave his hand a squeeze. "We could talk. Get to know each other. It'd be nice. Maybe we could check out a movie if we're still into it."

"Coffee some time would be nice." Also, less terrifying. However, there was something else and Hartley wished he wouldn't have to bring it up. Damn backbone. He looked at their hands and then back up at Barry. "Cisco told me that you make people bully him." He couldn't know whether that was true, but Barry had admitted to having done bad things, so. "I'm not down with bullying. Ever." He had principles. Even if they were apparently easy to forget while kissing Barry.

"I don't. People bully Cisco because he's different and he thinks I'm behind it. And I don't blame him. See, when he called me a fag, I was really hurt. He was my best friend and I just -- I don't know. I felt so wounded. So, I don't feel great about it, but I paid someone to throw him into a dumpster and lock him in there." Barry admitted it, looking down at his feet and trying to seem as guilty about it as he could. Whatever. Cisco had it coming. He didn't feel all that bad. "Since then, he thinks I pay everyone or something. I'm not that rich and I don't want to keep fighting. I should say sorry, I get that, I just can't seem to. Whenever I look at him, I just feel like I lost something really good and all because of something that wasn't even my fault. I can't help being gay." Barry sighed and shrugged his shoulders, looking back up at Hartley.

So he didn't like bullies? Good. He could use that to turn him on Axel too. This kid just gave him everything he needed. "But you're right, I shouldn't have done what I did and I made more than one attack in my time, I know I did and it's petty. And I'm sorry. I wish I had the guts to say that to his face."

Did Cisco really have that big a problem with the gay thing? Sure, he wanted to make sure he knew he was straight, but that was normal, especially for someone who got bullied like Cisco. But to think that Cisco really wasn't okay with the gayness, it put a damper on his mood, not that he was feeling that chipper. He was so sick of prejudice, of homophobia. He heard the words his father had screamed at him and he wanted to not deal with it.

But paying someone to lock Cisco into a dumpster? That was crossing a line and it made him doubt Barry, harking back to Cisco's words. He had to be careful. He had to be careful, even if he just wanted to kiss him instead. It would be great. Not being alone. "Thank you for being honest."

If he was. "I think I have to go catch my bus."

"Don't blame Cisco or anything. For the fag comment. I mean yeah, he was a dick but his parents are very religious and he has a lot of shit from them as it is. It must be hard to be closeted. I assume that's what he is. Why else would he kiss me?" Barry shrugged his shoulders and shoved his hands into his pockets, offering him an apologetic look. "I suppose that kind of killed our romantic mood, huh? You can never escape your passed sins."

Barry exhaled slowly and crossed his arms, leaning back against the piano. "You know, I think it's about time I'm honest with Cisco. You're right, bullying is a dick move. I should just man up and say sorry, Maybe I can do it musically. He always liked singing with me." Barry smiled fondly and gave Hartley a playful shrug. "I can think of dumber things I could do."

With a sigh, he nodded at Hartley. "See you soon. I hope."

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