blurb: Instead of Spencer, Alistair is the terrible dancer, and the one who Kitty gives dance lessons, and also the one who breaks his ankle. Spencer the amazing boyfriend to the rescue! Alistair's POV.
"So it's right, left, then turn?" I asked, trying to get down the ridiculous choreography for sectionals. Next to me, Roderick had already mastered the pivot turn Kitty had taught us. "Alistair, I swear! You can't even do a simple pivot turn! This isn't going to work!" I huffed, rolling my eyes. "Shut up, Kitty, I'm fine. I can do this." I prepped to do the turn, and the minute I did, something cracked in my ankle and I fell to the floor. I groaned, and tears fell from my eyes.
"Oh my god!" Roderick said, rushing to my side. Kitty rushed over, examining my ankle. "Jesus Christ!" she said, poking my swollen ankle. "Can you walk?" Roderick asked, putting an arm under my shoulder to support me. Kitty got the other side, but I immediately fell to the ground. The pain in my ankle was excruciating, tears escaping from my eyes. "I'm gonna go get Spencer, he's the only one strong enough to lift you up and carry you to the nurse." Kitty said, running out of the room. I started to lose feeling in my ankle when Spencer came running through the door."Oh no, baby," Spencer said quietly as he ran to me. He looked down at me, brushing my hair behind my ears. "Come on, let's get you checked out," he whispered sweetly. He picked me up bridal style, kissing my forehead and setting me on the piano. I winced at the change in elevation, and bit back a cry. Spencer held me to his chest and rocked back and forth. "No tears, beautiful," he cooed, kissing the corner of my mouth. "Here, hold my hand. Squeeze it if anything hurts too much, angel." I nodded and leaned in to kiss his cheek, but he turned his head and caught my lips. I'll never understand how I'm lucky enough to be in love with someone like Spencer. He moved down to my ankle, rolling it around. I winced, biting my lip.
"Shh" he whispered. "You're okay, love." He continued to move my ankle around, while stroking my hand with his thumbs. "I think it's broken, babe. Let's get you to the nurse's office, okay?" He asked, wiping the remaining tears from my cheeks. I nodded, and sniffed, managing a small smile. He picked me up, carrying me like a baby all the way to the nurse's office. When we arrived at the nurse's office, after checking my ankle, nurse Penny told me it was broken. "Spencer, I can't even preform at sectionals now. I'm such an idiot," I cried, hiding my face in the pillow on the checkup table I was laying on. "Hey," Spencer whispered. "Don't say that. It's not your fault. Don't cry, love." I love this side of Spencer so much. As much as he liked to pretend to be a tough guy on the outside, he was a total softie when it came to me, and I adored it. He came toward the bed putting me in his lap. I cuddled into his chest as he rocked back and forth, playing with the ends of my hair.After a while, I looked at my watch, noticing how late it was getting. I sat up from Spencer's lap, kissing him softly. "Let's see if we can't get you fixed up enough to perform at sectionals next weekend, huh?" he winked at me. I nodded. "Okay?" He teased, poking my cheek as I blushed. "Okay," I said sweetly. He smiled radiantly, gazing at me fondly. I blushed even harder, hiding in his shoulder. "Hey, Al?" he whispered. I looked up at him, and he started smiling like mad again. "What now?" I giggled. "I love you," he whispered. "I love you too," I whispered dramatically. He craned his neck down to kiss me softly on the lips. A broken ankle isn't so bad when you have a kickass boyfriend to take care of you.
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Spencer+Allistair (oneshots)
FanficCute oneshots for my OTP- though they got very little screentime, Spencer and Allistair from Glee season 6 are endgame. Requests are open!