Okay so I'm making too many April Rhodes stories.

Oh yeah and great news (well for me anyways), APRIL RHODES WILL MAKE A THIRD APPEARANCE ON GLEE! Well I DO wonder how they're gonna do it again, but still! I like April, and if ya don't you can suck it though now I wonder why the heck you're readin' this in the first place.

Disclaimer: I DON'T, NOR WILL I EVER OWN APRIL, WILL, OR ANYONE OF GLEE! I DON'T REMEMBER WHO DOES (though Kristin sorta owns April lol)! IF I DID I'D BE WITH THEM RATHER THAN SITTIN' AROUND IN WASHINGTON, STATE WRITIN' FANFICS!

Living here, in this brand new world
Might be a fantasy
But it taught me to love
So it's real, real to me

And I've learned
That we must look inside our hearts
To find a world full of love
Like yours
Like me
Like home...

It's right after I sang in the now April Rhodes Civic Pavilion. I stand backstage with the glee kids, and for the first time in a long time, I had performed sober. The glee kids are still celebrating the fact that they have the auditorium back. Some ask me why I actually bought them it and frankly, I lie. To them and myself.

"I wanted to help y'all out," I tell the kids and later, Will. "I mean, I was part of glee myself ya know, and when I heard Sue booked the auditorium when I knew you needed it, I bought it."

Yes, I'm lying. That's only partly the reason, I mean I like the club. They're good kids, but I've got another reason under that, and I don't want to admit it to anyone, even myself. But, I guess I better get it over with now.

It's Will.

I'm falling in love with Will Schuester. Yeah, he's already seen my flirty nature but this is different. I know it sounds crazy, I mean I didn't even REALLY notice him in high school while apparently he had been mooning over me the whole time; joining glee, watching me so closely while I performed, all those compliments after I sang… and I barely acknowledged him until now.

Well… better late than never.

But I'm serious. From the day he turned up at my "estate", instant attraction. The boy with moppy curls had grown into a VERY good looking man, if I say so myself. Believe me, I've seen a LOT of men.

But he was so kind to me, even after he found out that it wasn't my place, just some building I was squatting in. Instead of yelling at me like most would, he just offered me help and support. Then I went off in the wrong direction again and he turns up for the third time in my life, again helping me and giving me his always great advice. Sure, he was a bit disappointed, but he just turned me the right way instead of just being angry like the way my family acts.
To add to that, I've always liked guys who can sing, why else would I have dated the boys in glee club? Okay, yeah, I've slept with tons of others, but that's another story. Anyways, Will can SING! I soon discovered that when I invited him to sing Alone with me at that bowling alley (must I also say how completely flattering he was when he told me how much he thought of me). Then we sang again when we did Fire at the roller rink. Our voices just belong together. They harmonize perfectly and sound great in a duet, his fine baritone with my own sweet soprano.

Okay, now I'm just rambling! I must sound crazy naming all these kinds of things for loving Will, but these kind of things really get to me. He's always bringing out the better side of people, even me. I was just a drunk woman moving from place to place like a gypsy and hooking up with men for a place to stay. He told me I was so much better than that-and I believe it.
These thoughts still swimming through my head, I start back to a hotel to make sure I'm packed for New York and my return to the Broadway. Now I know I said no to Will's offer to stay with him another night, but I still hate being by myself. I'm just not made to be that way, I'm a people person. At least living with the old man was still remotely company. I figure that I'm leaving Lima tomorrow, so I should really get used to being on my own. But I still hate the idea. Last time I left, I had taken someone with me. No, he wast the best company to have, but he was someone. This time it's just me. Wait a minute! I am NOT having second thoughts on this! I'm going to Broadway.
This time I'm gonna make it… I hope.

Chapter one! Please R & R! Feedback = a better story! I always take a review to mind when I write the next part of a chapter! Oh and I need a chapter title! Please help me! I have no idea what to write for a title right now.