A.N: OMG, I know, I have TWO other fics that are incomplete, but i reiterate, not abandoned. I will get back to those once life goes back to safe, and I have the time to carefully plot out the scenarios, etc..
Disclaimers all apply : I wish I owned something actually. I don't even own my pillow.
AN:/ I haven't thought about the pairings just yet, or the genre, but it's likely they contain more than the listed ones. I should just stop writing at the dead of night. I type embarrassing stuff.
"You love Artie, remember?"
The blonde dancer only stared at the receding outline of her Heartsong as the fiery Latina walked away.
Britanny looked down at her hands, wondering at the sight of her one hand clutched to her chest. I can feel my heart beat all weird. Is my hand like a doctor's headphone thingy? Was her last thought as she collapsed against her locker, not even recognising her own body's betrayal.
Rachel was panicking. No, she wasn't losing her voice, nor was she about to see her mother for the last time. She would gladly face a hoard of slushies or be taunted (Nor egged. The poor dead chicks' souls just finally forgave her) by having foods hurled at her, but she would never willingly go through what she had just witnessed right now.
She was simply walking to her locker, quite close to Brittany's in fact, when she noticed the normally cheery blonde simply fall in an ungraceful heap. Immediately, the pint-sized diva sprung into action, pushing her fears to the back of her mind, trying to recall her previous training in Emergency First Aid.
Noting that the girl showed no outward signs of any injuries, she tried to feel for her pulse, her panic resurfacing when she frantically tried to locate it but failing. Eyes widening, she feels at the blonde's neck, and allows herself to feel some relief. It's weak, barely discernible, but it's there. She tries her best to resuscitate the unconscious girl, performing CPR desperately, willing the girl to please live!
Kurt stares in horror, not expecting such a scene at all. Immensely grateful that he caved in to Rachel's pleas to cut class and visit her at McKinley High, he immediately dials 911, and attempts to calmly explain the scene to the dispatcher, awaiting any further instruction to relay while they wait for the paramedics to take over for Rachel.
The students filed into the choir room, oblivious to the sombre tone in the air, only realising something was wrong when they saw Artie on the floor, unmoving except for his hand faintly beating at the ground. Santana smirked at this. Pffft. And she chose this loser over me? Bitch is crazy. No puta worth a damn turns down this sexy. As if to reassure herself of this, she turns to kiss Sam on the lips, shocked when he pushes her away. Sam and Puck rushed to Artie's prone body, lifting him up into his chair while righting it as well. They wondered at his furious expression, flinching when they heard the boy resume a seemingly long drawn out tirade.
"Get me the fuck out of here and to the fucking hospital, assholes. I don't give a fuck if you don't want to, I am fucking getting to my fucking girl!"
After a quick exchange of glances, Puck began to push the chair while Sam sprinted out of the room, the three disappearing from the room while the remaining club members stood there, slack jawed at what had just occurred.
"What happened, Berry, Hummel?" Puck had obviously hoped that now he no longer could hear the verbally abusive tirade Artie kept on with. Rachel was just wide-eyed, seemingly catatonic.
"Brittany just passed out all of a sudden. We just got here in the ambulance." Kurt feigned calm, but Puck saw the slight tremor in his hand as the reformed gossip fixed his hair. "Rachel hasn't said a word since I saw her work frantically to revive Brittany."
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"I don't understand how that can happen. No one just stops functioning out of the blue. What's wrong with her?" Artie demanded, furious and bewildered.
"Sir, I cannot understand it myself. Her body's in perfect condition. Quite literally. The symmetry in her is unbelievable, her individual organs are beyond model, it's uncanny, the perfection within a body. Almost as if she was genetically engineered. But for some reason, it's almost as if someone flipped a switch in her and turned her whole body off"
Brittany walked into the auditorium quietly, Rachel snaking in behind her, looking slightly worried.
"Guys, I'm sorry I got you all freaked out and stuff when I went on a mind holiday last week," Brittany started off, shuffling slightly, a little nervous. "But the doctor said I shouldn't keep doing that, and to not do that, he said I need to let myself think and feel whatever it is I block out, supposedly." She locked gaze with Santana momentarily, eyes watery, but smiling. "Mr. Schuester, do you think I may please sing this one song?" Rachel pulled a stool up to her, patting her shoulder as she moved to go back to the giant steps that they sat on. "Rachel, can you please help me? I know you know the words, and I know you're not a back- up, but please help me? You guys, you know who this is for. But first I have to say, thank you so much Rachel. I know I may not say smart things, or be smart, but like, Rachel, you showed me how to understand how I feel, and I totally get why you like to sing all the time. It really is Antarctic." The blonde beamed so happily at the little diva that she didn't have the heart to correct her. She simply patted her shoulder, and went to sit on one of the stools in the back. "And guys? Hold on to your seats, cos I don't want you to join in."
Do, Do you got a first aid kit handy?
Do, Do you know how to patch up a wound?
Tell me, are you patient, understanding?
Cause I might need some time to clear the hold in my heart and
I've tried every remedy
And nothing seems to work for me
Baby, this situation is driving me crazy
And I really wanna be your lady
But the one before you left me so
Damaged, damaged
Damaged, damaged
I thought that I should let you know
That my heart is
Damaged, damaged
So Damaged
And you can blame the one before
Can you fix my h-e-a-r-t
Cause it d-a-m-a-g-e-d
Can you fix my h-e-a-r-t
Tell me are you up for the challenge
How you gonna fix it, fix it, fix it
Artie wheeled over to Brittany, tugging her onto his lap, holding her tight, soothing her. Rachel snuck up to the couple, whispering to the girl, "It's okay to cry Brittany, if you're feeling the tears."
She moved away from the couple, giving them space, but keeping an eye on Brittany. The rest of the group had varying reactions to the performance. Santana just kept clenching and unclenching her fists and fuming. Mike and Tina rushed over to hug the couple, trying to offer as much comfort to the dancer, not knowing too well how to. Sam and Finn watched Rachel, albeit not so inconspicuously for one of them. Quinn rolled her eyes at her not-quite-boyfriend's reaction, and went over to the 4 huggers, and planted a kiss on Brittany's head. Santana stormed out of the room, Mercedes and Lauren watching her, bewildered. Their confusion only grew when they spotted Kurt entering the room seconds later, followed by Blaine, Wes, David, and a few other vaguely familiar faces. For some reason, the only person in the room not surprised by this turn of events was Rachel, which irked Mercedes slightly, but she figured she'd talk to her Divas later for clarification.
"Mercedes, you know Blaine. This is Wes, David, James, Leo, and Bart. Guys, this is Mercedes, our Chocolate Diva. That incognito Bambi down there's Rachel, our Caramel Diva. Let's go though." Kurt smiled but Mercedes could see the sadness he was trying to mask. Lauren was chatting happily with one of the other Warblers, which Puck found a little odd, but chose to focus on Rachel instead. Hummel and Rachel are too sad. Something's deffo wrong here.
The 7 Warblers and Rachel took their positions on the floor, Kurt and Rachel having discussed their impromptu performance with Mr. Schuester. Everyone expected Blaine to be a lead, either with Rachel or Kurt as his duet partner, or both partnering with him in a trio. Instead, the 6 remaining Warblers sat behind them in a backing line up, with Kurt and Rachel on their stools infront, eyes downcast. They started humming and the two began
I never thought I'd die alone
I laughed the loudest who'd have known
I traced the cord back to the wall
No wonder it was never plugged in at all
I took my time, I hurried up
The choice was mine, I didn't think enough
I'm too depressed, to go on
You'll be sorry when I'm gone
I never conquered, rarely came
16 just held such better days
Days when I still felt alive
We couldn't wait to get outside
The world was wide, too late to try
The tour was over we'd survived
I couldn't wait till I got home
To pass the time in my room alone
I never thought I'd die alone
Another six months I'll be unknown
Give all my things to all my friends
You'll never set foot in my room again
You'll close it off, board it up
Remember the time that I spilled the cup
Of apple juice in the hall
Please tell mom this is not her fault
I never conquered, rarely came
Tomorrow holds such better days
Days when I can still feel alive
When I can't wait to get outside
The world is wide, the time goes by
The tour is over, I'd survived
I can't wait till I get home
To pass the time in my room alone
Finn and Sam were the first to recognise the song, but neither understood the meaning in this case. Artie was crying silently, holding onto his girlfriend tighter, whispering words of comfort into her ear. Quinn, Tina, Mercedes and Puck understood that this was a sad scene, but didn't understand what they were missing. At this point, Mr. Schue cleared his throat and thanked them for their performance.
"If I may, Mr. Schue? Rachel and I have an announcement to make, of sorts. Guys, Glee Club is an important aspect of our lives. We made friends here that we'll likely never find elsewhere in our lives. I may be a Warbler now, but NewDirections is like my second family. I may have left McKinley, but your wins, losses, pains and happinesses still affect me. It affects us. But Glee Club cannot be the only place where we're allowed to care."
"If I am annoying, if Kurt is conceited, if Mercedes is demanding, these are not good enough reasons to act like you're better than us. If Brittany is suffering but puts a smile on her face, it should not take a near-disaster for us to care. Glee club is not supposed to be our one time place in which we care. Singing about our pain should not be our only catharsis. We shouldn't put ourselves on hold because it's not the time or place. Now, we were lucky with Kurt going to Dalton Academy. Next time, we might not be so lucky. I'm not asking you guys to suddenly become best friends and have sleepovers tonight. I'm begging you to please stop lying to yourselves, and actually care. This room full of students today? Look around. Imagine the person next to you being in your life 10 years from now. Now imagine this self same person, gone tomorrow, for whatever reason. I am standing here before you today, asking you to do something, and I will do it to. There is someone in this room you have never spoken to. Chang that today. And please, care."
Rachel delivered her impassioned speech as quickly as her lungs would allow, tears in her eyes flowinf freely. She walked up to Sam and stuck out her hand, as if meeting him for the first time. "Hello, my name is Rachel Berry, and I am obnoxious and annoying. I also think you have a beautiful smile." She then waited for him to respond, while Kurt walked up to Lauren and did the same. "Hello, I am Kurt Hummel. I am a narcisstic gay boy who left this school under threat of my life. I also like your smile."
Lauren blushed coyly, while Puck grinned and walked to the boy his girl was chatting with earlier. "Hey, I'm Puck. I'm a crude manwhore, and I think you can beatbox pretty sick."
The boy laughed and replied with a smile, "Hey, I'm Bart, Lauren's brother, and I'm a wimpy annoyance. I've heard stories about you, and I think you're pretty badass." The entire room erupted into laughter and joined in, and for once, the laughter was genuine, and without malice. And if Mr. Schuester teared up, blaming allergies, not one person chose to question him about it. It may have not started out as the purpose of the club, but if this was where it was turning, he could hardly pretend to mind.
A.N: No promises on updates, other than the fact that I fully intend to and have scenarious plotted. Exams be a cruel master. Reviews make me happy though, and make the sting hurt less
