Here's a better of my try of a Glee Fic. I love Rory's character!
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Rory's POV
As far as I was concerned, America sucked. Well not America, the food, the girls and the, well girls, were great. It was just this school that sucked. Every corner I turned I would get shoved into a locker, a slushie shoved in my face or being made to say stupid things because it sounds funny in my accent.
The only thing I had to look forward to was the glee club. They liked me for me. I didn't need to pretend to be someone I'm not with them, I could be as Irish as I wanted. They all loved my voice as well, well some more then others. Kurt doesn't always like it when I get the solo's just because I can reach his octave while having a lower register. And I don't think Rachel appreciated me stealing her boyfriends thunder either.
But I didn't care about that, I just want my friends to appreciate my voice the way I appreciate theirs.
As I entered the music room, I noticed that everyone looked a little down.
"What's up?" I asked, my accent making me sound happier then I felt. That was the only problem with the accent. Complete babe magnet sometimes, complete annoyance other times. Rachel glared at me.
"We don't have enough members for sectionals. We're one short." she huffed. I sighed. I wasn't as bothered by competitions as these guys, all I wanted was a chance to sing in front of people.
"So find someone." I said simply. I received multiple glares.
"It's not that easy Irish." Quinn snapped. I rolled my eyes at the nickname. "It's not that easy. In case you hadn't noticed, not many people here like us." I nodded. Quinn gave the others a look. "Are you serious with this kid. He sings one song and now he's in, yet he's almost as empty headed as Brittney." I didn't like Quinn talking about one of my only friends like that. Brittney might not be smart, but she has a really good heart, and I feel a little bad for trying to take that away from Santana. Yes, I know about them. I accidentally walked in on them when they were having one of their…bath dates.
"Guys!" the teacher shouted, I think his name was Mr. Schuster. I hadn't been there very long but I'm pretty sure that was his name. "Let's not argue. Rory's right, we should get more members." Kurt sighed, re-crossing his legs.
"Well so far I've only heard one person worth a place here and she won't give anyone the time of day." I cocked my head over to him. She? Maybe this could be beneficial for me to.
"Why? Is she a diva?" I asked. Kurt quirked an eyebrow.
"I wish. She's the opposite. From what I've seen she's never happy, doesn't have any friends and anything will set her off into an angry feminist tirade. But from what I've heard, she has a singing voice that could blow even Rachel's away." Rachel's eyes narrowed.
"Well if she's so great why isn't she here?" Kurt glared at her.
"Weren't you listening?" he snapped.
"Guys!" I shouted, hoping to prevent an argument. They both turned their glares to me. "Whoever this girl is, I bet she has never been charmed by an Irish boys accent. Leave it to me and soon, she'll be begging to join." I said with a smirk. Kurt raised an eyebrow.
"If you think that you can charm her into joining this club then you've got another thing coming from her. In fact…" he trailed off, sharing on of his looks with Rachel that made my skin crawl. "I bet you that by summer vacation she will have said no so many times you're going to think it's part of the American language Euro boy." I raised an eyebrow, not liking being called stupid for being Irish.
Bully's who didn't know me could insult it because they had no brains, but my friends should know better.
"Care to take this little challenge a step further?" I asked. A flashing warning light was going off in my head, telling me not to go further with this. Kurt's eyes narrowed dangerously and Blaine took his hand.
"Alright." he said calmly. "If you can't get her to join by next week, then you will have to stop wearing green altogether for a week." I gulped; these were the colours of my country, he couldn't ask me to do that could he? "But," he added quickly. "If she does join but, and knowing this club she will, quit-then you will…have to give all your solo's out to the other males of the group." the whole room ooed, even Mr. Schue was stunned into silence.
That was a high stake, the clothes and the solo's. I loved my solo's, they were given to me because I earned them.
"Deal. But if I can get her to join by next week-then you will have to wear normal guy clothes, no fashion flare, for a week." Kurt's eyes widened and both Finn and Blaine moved a couple inches away from him. "And if she stays until summer vacation then…me and her will get the main solo's at national's." I finished, crossing my arms determinedly. Both Rachel and Mr. Schue's eyes widened. Before she could say anything though, Kurt silenced her with one word.
"Deal." he said calmly. I grinned.
"Great. What's her name?" I asked. Kurt rolled his eyes.
"Hope, Kyrie Hope." I scoffed at the name but nodded.
"Sounds easy enough already." I said with a smirk.
As soon as glee club ended I set about finding out who Kyrie Hope was. Unfortunately I had to stay in the music room because I had music straight after. I watched some familiar faces come in, some chatting happily, others (cough*Jocks*cough) messing around with the instruments. I rolled my eyes at their idiotic behaviour.
"Students will you please settle down?" our teacher, Mr. Himbry asked in his whiny voice. I didn't like Mr. Himbry, mainly because he clearly hated music, and us. He was short, balding and always wore sweater vests. He was a stereotypical teacher.
"Ok class. I have graded all of your assignments and you have all received a high enough grade to pass. Except for you Kyrie, you have yet to give in your musical number." I perked up at that. I was going to get to find out who this Kyrie Hope was.
I heard a heavy sigh before a girl stood up. My eyes widened. This girl had shoulder length dark brown hair that bounced with natural whips and curls. She was wearing a long grey sleeved t-shirt with the sleeves cut off at her elbows. Her shirt was decorated with swirls of red, orange and yellow with a guitar printed on black up near the shoulder. Over that was a black sleeveless leather jacket that was old and worn. She was wearing a pair of black baggy jeans that was ripped around one knee, a big cut showing through. Finally her feet were covered by a normal pair of black converses covered with stars.
She was beautiful…and I had to get her to join glee. How hard could it be?
"Ok sir. Do you want me to do it now?" Mr. Himbry nodded and Kyrie got up, heading to the front of the class to grab one of the bands guitars.
"For my piece, instead of doing techno garbage like the rest of you, I have decided to sing and play the guitar." she stated before she began to strum.
Where is the moment we needed the most ?
You kick up the leaves and the magic is lost
You tell me your blue skies fade to grey
You tell me your passion's gone away and I don't need no carryin' on
Oh, My Virgin Mary this girl could sing, and she was just getting started. I leaned forwards, eager to hear more.
You stand in the line just to hit a new low
You're faking a smile with the coffee to go
You tell me your life's been way off line
You're falling to pieces every time and I don't need no carryin' on
Because you had a bad day, you're taking one down
You sing a sad song just to turn it around
You say you don't know, you tell me don't lie
You work at a smile and you go for a ride
You had a bad day, the camera don't lie
You're coming back down and you really don't mind
You had a bad day, you had a bad day
Well, you need a blue sky holiday
The point is they laugh at what you say
And I don't need no carryin' on
You had a bad day, you're taking one down
You sing a sad song just to turn it around
You say you don't know, you tell me don't lie
You work at a smile and you go for a ride
You had a bad day, the camera don't lie
You're coming back down and you really don't mind
You had a bad day, oh... Holiday...
Sometimes the system goes on the blink
And the whole thing turns out wrong
You might not make it back and you know
That you could be well oh that strong and I'm not wrong, ahhh...
This girl could go low, and high. A little like me. We were vocally compatible. I wonder what music she listened to.
So where is the passion when you need it the most ?
Oh, you and I, you kick up the leaves and the magic is lost
'Cause you had a bad day, you're taking one down
You sing a sad song just to turn it around
You say you don't know, you tell me don't lie
You work at a smile and you go for a ride
You had a bad day, you've seen what you like
And how does it feel for one more time
You had a bad day, you had a bad day
(Oh, yeah, yeaaah, yeah) Had a bad day
(Oh, had a bad day) Had a bad day
(Oh, yeah, yeah, yeeeeah) Had a bad day
(Oh, had a bad day) Had a bad day, had a bad day...
As soon as she finished I started to clap (being the only one who was doing it enthusiastically) not caring if I would get beaten up later. Her voice was beautiful.
"Don't patronise me!" she snapped at me, gripping the guitar tightly. I stopped clapping, giving her a strange look. Mr. Himbry shook his head.
"Kyrie just take the damn compliment and sit down. You passed with an A+. As usual." he mumbled. Kyrie glared at him as she stomped back to her seat away from the rest of the class.
"Please, no one cared about it. Why would they?" she mumbled.
How hard could it be to get this girl to join glee…? My answer: Oh bollacks by the looks at it.
How was that? Review and tell me how well you think I captured Rory.
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