A/N: Hey, this probably won't be a oneshot, but tell me what you think so far!
Little girls don't know how to be sweet girls
Mama didn't teach me
Little boys don't know how to treat little girls
Daddy didn't show me
I walked towards the stage exactly like I had done in my first year of Sectionals, only this time there were three differences.
One, the song was quieter, with slower moves.
Two, this was Nationals.
Three, I was in my senior year.
I continued singing, getting louder.
Face down on top of your bed
Oh why, did I give it up to you?
Is this how I shoot myself up high
Just high enough to get through?
I noticed Finn, in the wings, watching me with a grin. He seemed captivated by the words coming out of my mouth.
A small part of me said he wouldn't be doing that. He would be watching my performance for flaws and mistakes, and looking for ways to learn from me.
Not that Jesse St James needed to learn from me. He was so perfect already.
Again for false affection
Again break down inside
Yes, though he was perfect already, Jesse would always be trying to improve his singing. I realised once again, with a pang of depression, that singing would always some first to him.
I was nothing without Jesse. I hope he realised that, wherever he waw now.
Without Jesse St James, I was empty.
Love, save the empty
Love, save the empty, and save me
It was only then that I saw a face that stood out from all the others in the front row.
Jesse.
Sad boy stare up at the sky
When no ones looking back at you
You wear your every last disguise
You're flying then you fall through
I looked straight at Jesse's face as I sang that verse. He looked up, not meeting my gaze.
Was Jesse that boy, deep inside? Was he falling, without me?
Again for false affection
Again you're breaking inside
Love, save the empty
Love, save the empty, save me
Love, save the empty
Love, save the empty
I turned away from Jesse, to dance back up the aisle. Then, at the top, I turned, and everyone was facing me. I sang the next bit softly, my eyes scanning the audience.
Scars feel like knives
They tell us why we're fighting
Storm wait outside
Oh love hold us together
I got louder now.
Love, save the empty
Love, save the empty
Love, save the empty
Love, save the empty, and save me
In the last few sentances of the song I ran slowly and gracefully down the aisle, up onto the stage, where I belted out the last line to the audience.
And save me.
Everyone erupted into cheers.
Even the sad boy sitting in the front row.
A/N: Liked it? I didn't know where to leave it, should I continue or not? I probably will, but it is a vote! Review to vote, I don't care if you didn't like it so far, I just need to know what you think!