A/N: I know I usually put these at the end of the chapter, (For all those that are reading CDNAR!) but I figured for this I should stick my author's note here!
This is a series of drabbles and one-shots that will not leave me alone. When the plot-bunnies are active, it's hard to focus on a multi-chapter story... so we now have my littl style of posting.
A lot of these follow cannon, and some are 'missing scenes' from episodes, or moments I thought could've happened. Others are the infamous question: "WHAT IF THIS HAPPENED?" placed around episode events. Some will be a couple hundred words, some are thousands. It varies...
So here's the 1st installment! I will update whenever the bunnies allow, and if anyone wants another one-shot connected with a previous one, please let me know! I'll do my best!
P.S. My thanks to my AWSOME BETA Mikaracat, and my AMAZING REVIEWER KLAINEANGEL, the two who single-handedly encouraged me to post these!
Alone
Crowds rush past, heedless of the internal termoial of another human. Why does is constantly surprise me, the callousness of the people I know? Even the one I can call friends don't notice... but then, they've been blind to how bad it is for years, why should they suddenly see now?
The new boy was nice, relitivly attractive, and rocking a bad dye job. (Seriously, who lemon juices their hair?) I asked him if he wanted to sing this week's duet assingement with me, and he had no problems singing with another guy.
That stunned me.
A hot, Strait jock was open to singing with me. Yeah, I'd kind of hoped he played for my team on the down-low, but... nope. He apparently had a thing for blond cheerleaders. Of course the first thing I thought of was that Sam and Quinn would have tall blond babies that would grow up to look like barbies. It was still nice that someone was willing to sing with me without acting like they might 'catch something' from me...
Naturally, luck can't help but run true to form.
One conversation with Finn later, and I was releasing Sam from his side of the agreement and singing a duet alone. Yes, a DUET done by one. Don't get me wrong, I owned that performance! It was flawless... but part of me would rather have had a imperfect duet with someone rather than perfection by myself.
Rachel asked me to sing with her after the duet competion was over. She said she knew I was lonely, but that I wasn't alone.
I know she was trying to help, but she's wrong. The song was nice, and the feeling of being near someone wh cared was even better... but the next day? It was just like before.
They each had somone.
I was Alone.