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Huff here, with another Glee related Fanfiction. You will eventually see Finn, perhaps in the next chapter ;) But ideas for this story are welcome, whether they be in the form of review or message!
Make sure to let me know what you thought of the first chapter (:
-Huff x
It had been an entire week since he had first started coming into the diner. An entire week since I had pushed Santana aside and insisted that I take the boys order.
"A cream cheese and salmon bagel -" He would say, pointing out the sandwich on the menu with his finger. "And a mocha. Thank you." He would then nod at me politely from his usual booth, slip his rectangular glasses back on and turn back to his Vogue fashion magazine.
He had been sitting in the same booth, ordering the same sandwich and the same coffee for a week now. The only things that had changed were his eccentric clothing choices and his edition of Vogue magazine.
"He's so obviously gay, Rachel," Santana told me one morning as he walked in through the front door.
"You don't know that," I whispered, punching an order number into the cash register.
"Actually I do," She replied impatiently, casting a scathing glance at The Boy With The Blue Eyes.
"If it's the jeans -" He was wearing bright turquoise skinny jeans today that really brought out his eyes. "Then yes, I can see where you're coming from but have you ever thought perhaps he just likes bright colors?"
"Rachel -"
I handed her the customers receipt before she could finish her sentence. "Could you take that to table four please? I'm going to go take his order." I smiled at her kindly, walking towards The Boy With The Blue Eyes with a slight bounce in my step.
Since his first day here Santana and I had resorted to calling him nicknames as neither of us were sure of his actual name. I'd decided on The Boy With The Blue Eyes, whereas Santana had decided on Twinkle Tush.
"Good morning, sir." I smiled politely once I has reached his table. He was wearing a plain white shirt today that he had buttoned up to the collar with a skinny turquoise tie that matched his trousers. I partially wondered why he had toned it down a bit for today.
"Good morning," He said courteously, glancing up at me. "How are you today?"
"I'm good thanks, how about you?"
He nodded, checking his watch quickly. "I'm fine, thank you."
As he ordered his food I payed a remarkable amount of attention studying his rather peculiar watch. The strap was fairly ordinary, just plain black leather. But the clock face was a picture of Mickey Mouse's smiling face. It looked completely out of place behind the silver numbers and hands.
"Unusual watch," I said after I had finished writing down his usual order that I knew off by heart.
He looked down at it again hastily to make sure it was still there, then back up to me, his eyes searching. "It reminds me to never grow old and bitter." He laughed loudly. A grin easily crept onto my lips. "And Mickey here, was the first ever prominent figure – or mouse – that showed it was okay for men to have high voices. And I'm sure you've noticed by now that I don't have a very deep voice."
I looked down at the watch again, secretly thanking it as it had gotten The Boy With The Blue Eyes to speak some more.
"I like your voice," I said. "It's a welcome change."
He grinned widely. I liked the way his cheeks creased when he smiled, it was cute.
"Thank you."
I walked away towards the kitchen, pinning up The Boy's order and finding Santana who was standing behind the cash register. I knew she had been watching our conversation like a lioness might it's prey. I made my way back over to her.
"Right, I've got something to tell you about Twinkle Tush," She said icily. "He used to go to McKinley."
I had to stop a loud skeptical laugh escaping from my mouth. "Sure, Santana. I think if a boy that cute had ever gone to McKinley I would of noticed."
"No – You wouldn't of!" She said persistently. "He transferred after Freshman year because your beloved boyfriend, your ex boyfriend and their football cronies were tossing him into dumpsters every day."
"Finn wouldn't do that, Santana."
"This was the age before Glee Club, Rachel. Finn was just as pig headed as Puck. Is it really that hard to believe he would throw Twinkle Tush over there into a dumpster?"
I glanced back at The Boy With The Blue Eyes and then thought back to Finn, how he had been before Mr. Schue had reformed the Glee Club. It was scarily easy to imagine him throwing The Boy With The Blue Eyes into a dumpster.
"If he went to McKinley then where did he transfer?" I asked, still slightly skeptical.
"Dalton," said Santana quickly. "Don't tell me you didn't notice him dancing behind that Harry Potter loser or the one who threw rock salt in Sam's eye at Sectionals and Regionals."
"Do you know his name?"
"No. I think we'll just stick with Twinkle Tush." I rolled my eyes. "Look Rachel," She continued, walking around the counter to meet me. "You're probably going to hate me for this but it's necessary before you fall completely off the wagon and start knitting him hats that look like sheep's bladders."
"What are you doing?" I asked as she walked towards The Boy With The Blue Eyes.
Santana reached his table and said something to him that I couldn't quite hear over the usual chatter of the other tables. Whatever she had said had caused The Boy to look very disturbed. She said something else to him causing him to jump out of his seat and the money for the sandwich and coffee to clatter onto the table. He pushed shrewdly past Santana and walked out of the front door as quickly as one could possibly walk.
Santana walked back towards me, a large smug look plastered onto her face.
"I'm not expecting to see him for quite some time."
"What did you do?!" I whispered angrily.
She smiled. "Just gave him a blast from the past."
In tribute to Cory Monteith xxx
