So, this is my story. Yeah…
I don't own Glee, no one would have won a golden globe for it if I did.
I hate Ohio in the winter. I mean most places are cold, but Ohio is almost Antarctic. It's the kind of bitter cold, that soaks through no matter how many layers of clothing you're wearing, chilling you to the bone. Its got almost a death grip to it, so that even once you're inside where its warmer, you still shiver and your teeth still chatter as the icy cold chill slowly seeps out of you. Its the kind of cold, that even once you've finally stopped shivering, you notice your shoulders ache because they're still hiked up near your ears blocking out the no longer existent cold.
The cold was the only reason I walked in through those doors, and sometimes I almost want to thank it. Only sometimes, mind you, and only almost.
Those doors led me to the halls of McKinley High School. My new school. I was attending McKinley. It was hard for me to absorb that thought. I shivered and shook as walked to the office to get my schedule and figure out where my locker was. I received them and headed on my way to my locker without dilemma. I was almost confident that I would like it there, and then I discovered what this high school was about. I saw a big, like Hulk big, jock walk towards this tall, pale skinny boy dressed in a bright yellow jacket, with a 7-11 big gulp slushy in his hand, with no lid.
I knew what was about to happen before the boy did, and for what ever reason was bound by some strange sense to save him. I jumped in front of him just as he turned and the slushy was thrown.
The jock was just standing there opened mouth. "Okay you moron, you have messed with the wrong girl! You have officially ruined my 528 dollar Marc by Marc Jacobs dress! For this I shall never forgive you! Now, you have no more slushy to throw at me, and if you value what is left of your pathetic existence you will turn around and walk away." He did just so, and I turned to the boy in yellow.
"You owe me, red slushy does not under any circumstance go with this dress. Well, it goes better with this than your jacket but not by much." I smiled at him, at this point, I was just going to be happy to have the possibility of a friend. And I had the entire Marc by Marc Jacobs collection thanks to a friend of mine, Reed Van Kamp*, so it was nothing to lose sleep over.
"Oh my God I am so sorry! Your poor dress! Its so perfect on you! And with those leggings! And the boots!" His voice trailed off as he gazed at my ensemble, thanks to this momentary lapse in his thought process I was able to really look at him. Oh my God, he has Von Trapp written all over his cute little face!
"Oh my where did my manners go! Hi I'm Kurt, Kurt Hummel." I about burst into hysterics when he said his name was Kurt.
"Hi, I'm Taz, Taz Ramos. Well my name is really Tasaria, but it's a bit of a mouthful, and according to my parents I leave destruction in my wake so, I'm Taz. Pleasure to meet you Kurt! I hate to ask this but do you have any clothes I could borrow?" I blushed a bright red, luckily my face was currently covered in red food coloring and corn syrup so I don't think he saw.
"Well, I have a hoodie in here, but I don't think it'll do much for you…well time to go get the girls." He turned and opened his locker to get the hoodie, but pulled out a large bag. As he leant forward I noticed a little collage in his locker, that said the word "Courage" with a picture of a good looking guy.
"Is that your boyfriend Kurt?" I hadn't meant for my curious, super nosy question to slip out but I guess the slushy broke my already flimsy brain to mouth filter.
Kurt turned around so fast it would have given any normal human being whiplash, his face was tomato red. "Uh-no."
"I'm sorry I didn't mean for that to be said out loud! I just saw the picture and assumed…I'm sorry!" I said trying to fix it. "…He's really cute though…" Kurt sighed and shut his locker.
"That he is Taz, that he is. Now come on." He offered his arm to me and I took it as we walked down the hall. Well, I walked, Kurt…well Kurt strutted for lack of a better word. "What you just experienced Taz, is the phenomenon at McKinley known as the slushy facial. It is generally given to members of the Glee club, as well as social out casts, you know nerds and such. Though lately it seems to be reserved for us Glee kids. You got lucky with the red kind, the blue takes forever to come out. The gigantic ignoramus who gave you the slushy is Karofsky, he's been heckling me for a while now. He's apparently a gigantic homophobe…." Kurt winced as his voice trailed off.
"Now, in my bag are skin creams so we can fix you up once we get the slushy off of you. Now you're about Santana's size, hopefully she'll have something, if not I know Brittany and Quinn do. Those 3 are all part of both Glee, and our cheerleading squad, the Cheerios. The Glee club contains me; Finn star quarterback, Sam acting quarterback, Artie resident nerd in a wheel chair, Mike the most amazing dancer at McKinley only matched by Brittany, Puck resident badass and lawbreaker, Rachel diva extraordinaire who is dating Finn, watch out for her she can be…touchy, Quinn cheerleader who is kind of sort of dating Sam, Brittany who is slightly daft Cheerio and dating Artie, Tina who is just adorable and dating Mike, Santana who is…well she is just screwing about everyone, and Mercedes who is my best friend with some serious pipes. Well speak of the devil!" We had been walking past row after row of locker and people chatting getting ready for class, a few wincing when they saw I was covered in slushy.
Then I saw the Mercedes girl Kurt was talking about. She was a bigger black girl, who from just looking at her I could tell that she had a voice to fit her. She smiled sadly when she saw me and Kurt. "Oh slushied already? Who is this Kurt?"
"Mercedes this is Taz, new girl, my knight in Marc Jacobs who took my slushy bullet. We need to get the girls together and clean her up and get her in some new clothes."
"Nice to meet you Taz, Santana and the rest of the Cheerios are already in bathroom, lets go."
Mercedes took Kurt's other arm and we all started walking to the bathroom. I smiled to my self and started singing lightly under my breath.
We're off to see the Wizard the Wonderful Wizard of Oz!
I heard Kurt giggle and he started singing with me. His voice wasn't what I expected, it was so beautiful I stumbled over the first few words.
They say his a wonderful Wiz if ever a Wiz there was
Then Mercedes joined in, and we started skipping along. Though her voice so powerful and strong, as Kurt's voice soared over my meek alto, contrasting with Mercedes powerhouse alto 2.
If ever oh ever there a Wiz there was the Wizard of Oz is one because,
Because, because, because, because, because…
Because of the wonderful things he does!
We're off to see the Wizard, the wonderful Wizard of Oz….
We giggled as we finished no longer able to keep skipping because of it. "You know Taz you have a nice voice, you should join Glee." Mercedes said as we entered the bathroom. "Besides you'd get to hang out with Kurt and me, and we're awesome so…"
I smiled at her. "Maybe Mercedes, but its only my first day. I should probably get used to the place first." Kurt and Mercedes shared a conspiratorial smile. "Wait, that's how you get them in Glee isn't it? You get them before they get their bearings! Smart! I approve, it wont work on me but I approve." I smiled and then I met the Cheerios.
"Oh, so you're the new girl who got slushied!" Said one of them. They were all wearing the same uniforms, all with high, tight pony tails and curls. There were three girls closest to me, two blondes and one brunette. The blonde who was speaking to me looked like Brittany Spears, the other one looked like Bambi. The brunette, she just looked…dangerous.
"How did you know?" I asked.
"The rumor mill at McKinley works in double time. What's your name?" She asked taking my hand and leading me to a sink.
"Taz." I said as the other blonde pulled out a chair for me to sit on.
"Like the cartoon character? Can you make the noise?" Said the Bambi looking blonde.
"Uh yeah like the cartoon character, but no I can't make the noise."
"Can you run in circles really fast like a tornado?"
"No."
"Why not?"
"Uh…."
"Just ignore Brittany." Said the brunette. "That's what the rest of us do. I'm Santana, and the one washing slushy out of your hair is Quinn."
"Oh, uhm hi." I wasn't quite sure what to make of them, they seemed like some kind of weird cult they way the all looked alike and the way they moved had an almost feline quality.
"Santana. Taz, is about your size, do you have any extra clothes in your locker?" Kurt asked from the corner of the bathroom, I was sort of surprised that no one seemed to care, even though a guy was in there. Then again, I guess, I mean he is gay. Whatever.
A wicked smile crossed her stunning features, "Some."
"Some. Pff. Such an effing understatement." I scoffed as I tugged at the so called "skirt" Santana had given me. Even though I was wearing legging it felt too short. It was about four inches above my finger tips, and just as tight as my leggings. The shirt was a super low cut peasant top, luckily I had Kurt's hoodie to cover me up a bit, but I still felt uncomfortable.
"At least you're not covered in slushy." Said Mercedes said sagely in front of me. We were walking back to the table for lunch. "So what class do you have next?"
I pulled my schedule out of my purse, "Umm…Spanish with Mr. Schuester?"
"Oh good, Schue is the Glee director as well so you'll get to know him today. And he's always happier after lunch, food and all…but Santana is in that class, as is Rachel so you'll be in extra good hands!" Said Kurt happily.
"Well Spanish has always been my best class so I wasn't worried anyway, but Santana…she worries me."
Mercedes rolled her eyes, Kurt chuckled lightly under her breath. "She's harmless just keep off Puck, and don't be a bitch. And so far you're not a bitch so don't worry. But really, Spanish is your best class? How'd you pull that off."
I sighed not to excited to once again regale the confusingness that is my family. "My mom is Spanish Romani, you know Gypsy. That's how I got my name Tasaria is Roma for princess. My dad is a Madrielejo, a native of Madrid, they came here when I was 4. So Spanish is my first language. Until I was 10 I lived in Southern Florida so for a while it was my primary language as well."
"Oh man, Schuester is going to love you." Kurt said smiling. "You know he'd love you even more if you would join Glee…"
"Kurt, back off the poor girl. She'll join when she wants."
"Not if I want?"
"Honey, you know you want."
I smiled and laughed with them. Knowing she was right. I love to sing, and to perform. And so far everyone I had met from Glee, with the exception of Santana, were really nice. Artie was in my math class as was Kurt, I was so happy he introduced us otherwise I knew I'd fail. Mike Cheng was in Chemistry with me, Brittany and he tried to teach me how to do a few dance moves, I just fell much to the amusement of my class and teacher. Finn, Finn is just himself he's a real goofball and in my English class with Mercedes. Sam was the epitome of "Ken Doll" and in my Government class with Tina, Tina kind of kept to her self, but Sam had very strong opinions. Quinn, is without a doubt the most athletic girl I have ever met, and surprised to no ends in my Gym class. All I had left after Spanish was a study hall, where according to Kurt I had Puck, but no promises of him showing up.
The bell rang, and we headed our separate ways. Mercedes to Chemistry, Kurt to English. Apparently I needed to know this in case of further slushy facials.
I entered the classroom slightly more shy than usual. As much as I love Spanish, a) because I'm good at it, and b) just because its kinda fun confusing people, by having conversations with the teacher in fluent Spanish; but its always awkward explaining it all to my teacher and everyone as I was sure would happen.
"Hello." I said quietly to the teacher who's head was bent over a sheet of tests, all I could see was his light brown curls. "Uh, my name is Tasaria Ramos, I'm the new girl…"
All the sudden his head flew up with a great big smile. He nearly took my breath away. He looked, warm. For lack of a better word, and warmth was something I had been missing for almost 6 years. He looked at me with his big brown eyes.
"Hi Tasaria, my name is Mr. Schuester. I'm glad to have you here. Welcome to Spanish 3, ¡Bienvenidos!"
"Gracias, profe."
"De nada. Now you look a little young to be in Spanish 3..."
"Yeah, my family is from Spain. I am first generation Chicano. My mom is Spanish Romani, that's where my name comes from. And dad is from Madrid, so…yeah." It was very hard to focus, his eyes, his mouth, his face…they all made it very hard to speak anything, much less my second language.
"Wow, that's so cool!" I blushed a bright red. "This is a very random question Tasaria, but do you sing flamenco at all?"
You would think one couldn't get any redder than I was before he said that, but you would be wrong. I could feel myself turn red in my toes. I had sang flamenco songs before in front of people, but Mr. Schuester made me nervous. "Uhm, yes I do."
"What's you favorite?" He asked with such earnest, it was like he was asking me about how the world was going to end. Hundreds of songs flew through my head, I knew he was going to ask me to sing it so I had to pick something that was going to leave the impression I wanted.
"Well, its really a cross between a flamenco and a tango, but its my favorite. Volver, by Estrella Morente."
He looked curious he obviously hadn't heard of it, but he was interested. "That's interesting, we're starting a culture unit, and I wanted to start with music, because its what I do. I'm the Glee Club director and everything….listen Tasaria I don't want to push you, I mean its you first day and everything, but would you be willing to sing it for the class?"
At this point he could have asked me to shove another slushy in my face and I would have said yes. It was so confusing to me, everything about him was so mesmerizing, his eyes in particular. They're such a warm brown. It was also strange that I was letting him call me Tasaria, normally I tell people straight off my name is Taz, but I liked the way he said it, it made me feel special.
"Sure profe, I'll sing it for you- I mean the class."
Another one of his dazzling smiles broke across his face, it made is eyes light up and every nerve in my body tingle. I just wanted to reach out and touch him, luckily he kept talking to me, distracting me from that thought.
"That's great Tasaria. Can you play guitar, or do you want accompaniment?"
"Um, I can't but, I would be happy to have someone play with me. I don't know how its supposed to go though."
"Well that's okay, I can always clap for you! What's the rhythm?"
I showed him, neither of us noticed that all the other students had filed into the room and that the bell had rung until Santana called out from across the room. "Oh my God Schuester, get a room later, and TEACH US SOMETHING!"
This time there wasn't a blush, there was calm. Like hell I was about to let Santana get to me. I smiled at Schuester, turned on my heel found that the closest empty seat, was in the front of the class. Great up close and personal with the man that doesn't allow me to have coherent thoughts, I might fail.
"Right." Schuester started. "So today we have two new things! One, we start our new unit on culture. And second, a new student! Guys I would like a big welcome to Tasaria Ramos!"
The applause was weak, but it didn't matter. Mr. Schuester was smiling at me, why would anything else matter?
"Tasaria has agreed to help me with part of our new unit, Tasaria would you explain?"
I stood up and faced the class and explained for the third time my family, then came the interesting part. "Growing up in Spain, and having Spanish parents, means that flamenco is a very important part of my life. There are a few things you should know about flamenco," I started I walked up and stood next to Mr. Schuester and began, "the dancing is generally improvised. There are the basic steps; planta, tacon, respalda, and gulpe." With each word I did the move. "And the positions." I showed those as well. "The point of flamenco is to tell the story with both the song and the dance. I can't really do flamenco that well, I am rather accident prone, but I can sing it. So that's what I am about to do. Mr. Schuester?"
He began the rhythm, and in a few moments I began the song;
Yo adivino el parpadeo
De las luces que a lo lejos
Van marcando mi retorno
I heard more than saw, Mr. Schuester's falter in the rhythm as heard my voice. I always thought I sounded better when I sang in Spanish, I guess I was right.
Son las misma que alumbraron
Con su pálido reflejo
Unas horas de dolor
Y aunque no quise el regreso
Siempre se vuelve
Al primer amor
La vieja calle
Donde le cobijo
Tuya es su vida, Tuyo es su querer
It was strange to watch everyone's reactions to my voice and to the song. Santana looked stony face, I smirked in her direction as I sang. I was in charge when I was singing, and no one could stop me.
Bajo el valor de las estrellas
que con indiferencia
Hoy me ven volver
Volver...Con la frente marchita
La nieve del tiempola aclaro en mi cien
Sentir...que es un soplo la vidaque veinte años no es nada
I looked at Schuester on the line about how "the years are nothing". His eyes were wide, but not with fear with curiosity. I had no clues why I was being so bold. Maybe because it was as if I thought that no one would understand what I was saying but him. I felt safer I suppose. I just hoped he wouldn't dislike me because of it.
Que febril la mirada
Hurrante entre la sombra
Te busca y te nombra
Vivir...Con el alma ferrada
A un dulce recuerdo
que lloro otra vez
Tengo miedo del encuentro
Con el pasado que vuelve
A enfrentarse con mi vida
Tengo miedo de la noche
que poblada de recuerdo
Encadenan mi soñar
Pero el viajero que huye
Tarde o temprano
Detiene su azar
Y aunque el olvido
que todo lo destruye
aya matado
A mi vieja ilusión
Cuarto escondida
Y una esperanza humildeque es toda la fortuna
De mi corazón
"All of the fortune of my heart"…if you only knew Schuester, if you only knew. Wait, I have known you for a grand total of 6 minutes? I can't sing to you! I am not singing to you. No I am singing to an audience. Not you. Not him. Not now…
Volver...Con la frente marchita
La nieve del tiempo
La aclaro en mi cien
Now there was another voice with me. He was singing with me, not to me, but with me. It was a start. And man does he have a voice, I could listen to him sing all day!
Sentir...que es un soplo la vida
que veinte años no es nada
que febril la mirada
herrante entre la sombra
Te busca y te nombra
Vivir...Con el alma ferrada
A un dulce recuerdoque yo notare...
"Oh my God. Tasaria that was…wow."
I blushed and sat down.
"Well, Rachel looks like you have some competition!"
I turned to see a short girl, with long brown hair looking at me with intrigue. "We'll see….we'll see."
* Reed Van Kamp is a character from a fanfic that is my life at the moment, the name is Dalton written by CP Coulter, READ IT! YOU WILL NEVER BE THE SAME!
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A/N: So here it is. Oh and I am entirely to aware that it is moving super fast, I don't like it but next chapter will slow down at least a little bit, I promise! And with Taz's emotions being like "Hey new teacher…holy shit sexy as hell! I want his babies jgjkghjkg!" I have this kind of teacher at my school, the "Oh hey you are super attractive, and super funny, and super nice….wait what are we talking about?"
And that's pretty much what happened to me, so the emotions will be like legit. Oh and so no one sues me, though by all means call me a disgusting perv, I may have written but you've taken the time to read it and leave me a nasty message so…yeah, I don't necessarily "condone" teacher/student relationships, but stupid Matthew Morrison does a fantastic job of making me want Schuester so…yeah. But that's that. Review if you want, exit the page, keep reading. Etc etc, love you all bye.
Sami
