Author's Note: This is my third holiday fan fiction – a Christmas fan fiction – and I was so pumped when I thought of the storyline for it. I based this off a little skit of some sorts I did in HS, called "Check Please 3". Two people trying to find a boyfriend/girlfriend for themselves, hilarious, end up finding each other – nice.
It may not make sense a little, especially the beginning. I wanted this done before the last minute. Oh well, that's what you get when you procrastinate.
Summary: Everybody's got a dark side. One with greed, anger, jealousy, and hatred. However, everybody's got a bright side as well. One with care, happiness, pride, and love.
Featured Pairings: Jitty/Jarley, Wildehart, Jam friendship, Failed!Bram (eventual friendship), Brittana (mentioned), Brochel, Finchel (mentioned), Klaine, and Sugary/Sugartie
Featured Settings: McKinley High School (hallway), Rachel and Kurt's apartment, J. Carlson Grande Dining Hall
Enjoy! And merry Christmas to you all!
The Bright Side
Out of nowhere in the hallways of McKinley High School, a jolly version of Jingle Bell Rock starts playing on the school's intercom, started up by a couple of jocks on the football team who attempted this request for one popular star pupil.
Roaming the hallways with her best charming smile, her Cheerios jacket snug on her arms and upper body, and passing out glittery invitations to the students was sophomore Kitty Wilde. She was poised, confident, and willing to make this the best Christmas McKinley has ever had. With the help of some of her Cheerio friends, she was able to pass out an invitation to everyone willing to come to her Christmas extravaganza.
Kitty knew that this year was going to be better than any other year possible. In a recent interview on one of Jacob Ben Israel's blogs, she reported that this will be the highlight to the holidays. How did she know? First off, it would boost her popularity and give her the chance to win homecoming princess next year – or maybe homecoming queen in her senior year, for that matter. Her star idol, Quinn Fabray, had that in the bag, she was sure.
The blonde girl felt like the Christmas princess would around this time of year. Sure, she may not always get what she wants; but she still feels chipper enough, and these students coming to her Christmas extravaganza will make it ten times better.
Kitty, turning towards a Cheerio named Tatiana, handed her ten more invitations. "Make sure you get all of the guys from the hockey team, and the rest of the girls on the volleyball team. They're huge supporters. Trust me." Kitty needed this extravaganza to be perfection for her sophomore year. She wanted everyone to come and experience such glory – even if about two or three-fifths of the school were full of lame people.
The snarky blonde made it to a set of lockers. There leaned three members of the empty-handed, melancholy Glee club known as New Directions. They had lost Sectionals for the first time in history. Kitty wouldn't be too surprised. There were only two causes to it: they performed a hideous song that isn't competition-worthy, and current and recovering bulimia victim Marley Rose actually fainted onstage.
Kitty will admit that it was her fault for all of that mess going about. She didn't like Marley that much anyways, though. She was too much of an attention grabber, like a newborn baby was to its whole family. What should be the reason? Jake Puckerman. Biracial, ultimately sexy, and the best – and maybe the worst of all – a Puckerman. He has a half brother who was able to get any girl he wanted, and was popular for his badass-ness.
Unfortunately, he wasn't looking for perky, pretty girls like Kitty; he hung around simple, bland girls like Marley. Kitty didn't understand what the big deal about her was. All she did was walk around with homemade clothes on and bitch around people that mess with either her or her mom. There wasn't anything special in Kitty's eyes.
Kitty still prayed for the girl…that she would get actual store-bought, currently-trending clothes. That one sweater she wore last month was just hideous.
"We meet again, No Directions."
She looked up at the three former members. One of them was a paraplegic with nerd glasses and those big, warm sweaters that, while covered his arms nicely, weren't attractive at all. Kitty never really cared for him. Sure, he could sing any R&B number and make a girl feel like they're melting in a scalding hot tub. But she didn't see any point in him. Plus, his sweaters weren't good-looking at all.
The one standing in the middle was blonde, pale, and wildly attractive. His arms were full of muscle and his smile was bigger than a Granny Smith apple. He was one of the pupils from New Directions that actually chipped in when everyone found out about Marley's mother. Good thing he was a National champ, or Kitty would've slushied him, too.
The one beside him had a skin tone darker than the first two, more of a caramel type. He had the longest hair Kitty had ever seen; and although he and Marley seem to have something in common in terms of clothes, he actually looked three times better than Marley did. However, his overly enthusiastic attitude wasn't appealing to Kitty at all. There was nothing to be chipper about watching someone else's performance, unless it was Kitty's. And he speaks when he's told not to.
"Listen, I know you guys are going to have a bum Christmas this year, especially you –" Her eyes directed towards the brunette with the dreadlocks, with him making a perplexed facial expression. "I know nothing of you, but your style makes me assume that you don't have much luxury." The boy's eyebrows furrowed. "But I have taken the liberty to invite you to my Christmas extravaganza on Saturday."
With that, Kitty had taken out three invitations to hand to the three boys before her. They each examined the card they have gotten and turned back to the blonde Cheerio.
"So, you're really inviting us to your Christmas party, right?" the blonde in the middle asked the short-statured girl.
"Extravaganza, Sam." She put emphasis on extravaganza to make it more clear to him. He inched his eyebrow up and nodded understandably. "And yes, I'm inviting you. Maybe with this help, you can recover from that horrendous loss at Sectionals and open yourselves up to the glory of this magnificent holiday."
"And how do we know that this isn't another one of your schemes to ruin Marley's life and destroy her body?" the wheelchair kid asked, rolling beside the blonde as she walked down the hallway.
Kitty turned to the handicapped kid with sympathetic eyes. "Oh sweet Anthony – "
"It's Artie, actually."
Kitty waved off his comment. "Whatever." At that response, Artie almost fully rolled his eyes, but then remembered that Kitty was looking at him. "Marley is such a gentle soul, she is. But I wouldn't persuade her to commit suicide on herself. Everyone deserves a life. I was just giving her tips on clothes and stuff. It was her plan to go through this."
Artie's eyebrows furrowed. "Really? I heard from Santana a while back that –"
"That girl doesn't know what she's believing in."
Artie and Sam didn't believe what she was saying. They observed her during the beginning of the school year. Her football jock friends slushied Marley and Wade/Unique in the hallway and offended them with terrible nicknames. And then Kitty got fussy with Marley when she realized that she wasn't portraying Sandy in the school's production of Grease.
Both boys were thinking the same thing: Kitty could be jealous of Marley, and she possibly wants to take her down. She was one of the popular cheerleaders in the school, and she was extraordinarily hot. Not that Marley wasn't hot, but Sam and Artie couldn't put their finger on why someone as hot as Kitty would be jealous of Marley.
They both watched as Kitty turned on the ball of her foot towards them and the long-haired boy beside them. "So are you in or no?" she asked, her voice changing just a bit. "It'll be your Christmas miracle. Trust me."
Seeing that neither male had turned in their invitation to her, she smiled with much confidence. "Very well. Now I shall hand out the rest of these, see you guys on Saturday, and may this Christmas extravaganza be a huge success." And with that, the blonde headed down the hall, leaving the three boys standing there.
The boy with the dreadlocks watched her, confused. She didn't seem much of an evil little girl as Artie and Sam thought she was. Maybe he was too focused on the smallest things like the sound of her voice or the little comments she made with Jesus Christ involved.
"Do you think she's really like that?" the boy asked Sam and Artie. He didn't have a full understanding of what her deal was.
Artie turned in his direction. "Manipulation is a crazy thing, Joe. I'll be damned if she had tricked us. I mean, she's popular. And a Cheerio. The Cheerios are ruthless. They don't care much about a lot of people, and they're under the authority of ruthless cheerleading coach, Sue Sylvester."
Joe couldn't really absorb much of what Artie said. However, he did meet Sue Sylvester a couple of times in his life, and she seemed like an intimidating woman. So if anything, Kitty would probably get most of her ruthlessness from her. Or those other, snarky cheerleaders on the squad had something to do with it.
Sam fumbled with the invitation given to him. He was to attend at six-thirty at the J. Carlson Grande Dining Hall, which was the most elegant location anyone can have a sweet, smashing holiday bash at. He had gone there once before for his eighth grade graduation, and it was one of the most memorable moments of his life.
He wanted another memorable moment just like that, but without the many people crying around him and making him feel homesick a tad. "Never mind about her." He was able to get Artie and Joe's attention. "I have a question to ask."
Artie glanced up at him for a moment, sarcastically thinking of an idea of what he would say. "Is Coach Roz trying no-breathing exercises on you?"
Joe then got a little terrified. "She wants him to die?" he asked the paraplegic, thinking about panicking.
Artie waved a hand in front of him, hopefully erasing any deathly image Joe had stuck in his head. "Swim coach. He's a member." That made the dreadlocked boy feel much better.
"No," Sam explained. "It's about Kitty's party. See…" Joe and Artie both listened attentively. However, it was almost hard to get the words out of Sam's mouth. He felt a trickle of sweat running down his forehead. He wasn't even sure if his idea would carry out to proportion. "I want to bring a date, but…I don't know how to ask her."
Both boys smirked at Sam's response, and then turned back to him. "So who's the lucky Angelina Jolie?" Artie asked with his eyebrow inched up on his head. There wasn't really a surprise when Joe looked at the two, confused as to who that woman even was.
Sam took a deep breath and faced them both, making all three stop in their tracks. "Brittany S. Pierce."
Neither boy spoke up. They knew the story of the poor girl. Her heart had been broken at the beginning of the school year – even before, if one would think about it. She had to repeat her senior year over again, lost the top spot on the Cheerios, and has been distant – maybe further than that – from Santana in a short period of time.
And about a couple of months after that devastating break-up, Sam wants to hook up with her now?
Artie stuttered a little, not even believing that Sam had those type of feelings around the witty Cheerio. "Wha – I never –"
"Isn't Brittany supposed to be gay?"
Sam almost chuckled at his best bro. Of course Joe hasn't been at McKinley long enough to hear Brittany's backstory. There was a ninety-nine percent chance, though, that he might be shocked and disgusted when hearing about the facts and statistics and whatnot.
Sam placed a hand on Joe's shoulder, assuring. "Long story." Joe didn't respond. "Still, she's…well, pretty nice. Other than Santana, no one really understands her that well. She…makes peace with the world –"
"And lip syncs onstage at the pep assembly," Artie added.
Sam completely ignored Artie on that one. "She needs someone to lift her spirits while Santana is away. I don't really feel as comfortable stepping in between them, but Brittany needs someone to be there for her." Joe nods, his eyes filled with sympathy. "I just wanna be there for her."
Joe shrugged, admitting all of his thoughts. "You're supportive of her, right?" Sam nodded in agreement. "Then I think you should go get her."
"Seriously?"
"Yeah. And she'll understand your purpose for it, I'm sure."
Artie waved his hand in between the two. "Uh, hello. Have you two even heard Brittany talk about the lesbian community lately? And trust me, they'd be pretty pissed off."
Joe's eyebrows furrowed. "Lesbian community?"
Artie's eyes rolled. "Yeah, that's right. You don't have a computer, I assume. Proof that you don't have Twitter."
This made the dreadlocked boy frown deeper in confusion. "What?"
Sam held his hands up in defense. "Look, Brittany plays for both teams, so –"
"So she's bi."
"Yes, Joe. She is." Joe nodded, putting that mental note in his mind. "And the fact that she's bi, well…the community will probably understand," Sam continued. "She likes both genders, and had – er, loves Santana. But they broke up, though, and I just want to –"
Artie shook his head. "You're making no sense to me." This response caused Joe to hide his smirk with his mouth, snickers coming out.
Sam huffed in frustration, looking at both Artie and Joe. They meant well to him, they really did. Artie, however, hasn't really worked well with the ladies in his past, although he recently got back together with Richy Bitch In Charge, Sugar Motta. And Joe, he stresses abstinence; so the likelihood of him understanding wouldn't be much.
Well, he did have "feelings" for Quinn, which seemed like enough. They could both relate to that, at least.
The blonde took a breath and faced the two boys. "I'll just make a move, and see how she responds. We may get together, maybe not. I just want her to be happy. She makes me happy."
At that point, a proud Joe Hart held out his hand and gave Sam a brotherly hand shake. "You'll do great. God knows it."
The handicapped boy shook his head again. "Oh, here we go."
