Tell me it's not true
My first Glee story, probably terrible, but reading and reviewing would be lovely
It was that day in mid November, when we all first met her. The kind of day where the cold creeps up on you and the wind whips around and tries to push you inside. Hands are buried deep into pockets and teeth chatter. Hot chocolate is the remedy to this kind of day, a sign of winter and the months to come.
We rarely have these days in Lima, Ohio. That's why it was all more memorable.
Rachel Barry took pride in being the baby of the Glee club. She was special. As an underclassman, you hardly could shine at anything. She never really thought of the talents of those even younger than her, until Allie showed up.
The glee club was having their standard Thursday afternoon rehearsal. Rachel was, as always, debating with Will about his music selections. They didn't show her off enough. She had a star and it was not to be wasted upon singing some half baked harmony for someone else.
Brittany and Santana were holding court at one end, flipping their hair and dotting on themselves, as cheerleaders often do. The boys were off in another, although the only bits of their conversation audible were "I fucked your mother" and things of that sort. Artie, Tina, Kurt and Mercedes, also seemed happy, discussing fashion, of course, and in turn Kurt's impending sexuality. No one minded. That wasn't the real elephant in the room.
It was Quinn and Finn. They were off in a corner, speaking in hushed tones. Without even being said, everyone knew they were talking about the baby. He put his arm around her, stroked her hair. She smiled, a little. Rachel noticed this. She felt a pang deep in her stomach. Jealousy.
Everything was so typical. So run of the mill-for the McKinley high glee club, anyway. Thinking back on it, Rachel realized what was so necessary about Allie's arrival. They'd needed someone to make them face their issues and those of others. Allie had done that for them.
They could tell even from when when she walked in the door. She was 5'5, with long, extremely strait brown hair, down to the middle of her back. Her eyes were a piercing shade of green, only seen in mascara ads. She wore a little black Urban Outfitters shift dress and textured tights that looked like spider webs, and heeled black suede boots. She had a tan leather satchel like bag over one shoulder, and a Biology textbook, a CD in a purple case, and some sheet music in the other hand. There was a little feather headband on her head.
She spoke in a gravely voice with a little rasp and a hint of an accent no one could quit name.
"I'm Allie. I'm a freshman, and I'd like to join Glee Club."
Will jumped out of his seat from beyond the piano. "Care to show us what you've got?"
She laughed, bubbly and full. "My pleasure."