Yes, another fic with mArTiNaMcBrIdErOx91. Sorry, but she's great for writing Will! So in this one, April goes to Will and breaks down. He tries to help her but he realizes that April needs counseling. Gosh, those doctors got their work cut out for them. Rehab, counseling, and all the other stuff she'll need. Takes place this season. PLEASE REVIEW! This story is totally aimless so we've got time to fit in ideas
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April's POV
A chill runs down my spine in the late fall weather. I would have worn something warmer but I don't have anything else. I'm shivering a low cut shirt, a short skirt, and my usual high heels. I'm freezing. I need to find Will. He'll help me again, I'm sure of it. Another shiver runs down my spine as I finally make it to Will's apartment. I just hope he's here. I make my way up to his apartment and knock on his door.
"April?" Will asks, opening the door.
"Things didn't really work out on Broadway… please help me…" I say shivering.
This must look really weird. I really hope no one is watching. I mean, Will Schuester, the good looking high school teacher who just lost his wife, is standing on his doorstep with the tiny blonde woman that's known for sleeping around and wearing a relatively small amount of clothing. That would catch my attention if I were some random person.
I shiver again. Will sees that and opens the door a little wider for me to come in. I do so and take a seat on his couch. Something feels a little lumpy on it, but I ignore it. It's probably always been there since I couldn't sleep on that couch last time I was here.
I hold back some tears while I settle into my seat, but I don't want Will to see. I'm trying to hold onto what little of my pride I have left… oh wait, I don't have any. Never mind. As I begin to cry, and Will notices.
"April, what's wrong?" he asks, sitting down next to me. I don't say anything. I just continue crying and occasionally shivering a little. Will puts a blanket over my shoulders. "What is it?"
"I'm never going to be on Broadway…" I say between tears as I tug the blanket on. This is true, but I'm not telling him everything about what's wrong. If I tell him anything else he'll send me to a therapist or something.
"What are you talking about? You're one of the most talented people I know," Will says.
"Will, I'm just a has-been. I'm never gonna make it out there. I'm hopeless."
"Yeah you will," he argues. "You have what it takes, you just need a chance."
I admire his persistence. It's almost convincing. Of course, that's what always led me to my next failure since my school days—being talked up.
I shake my head, "That won't do it, Will," I say. "All I'll ever be is another washed-up dreamer that never made the stage."
"Don't say that, April. It's not over for you yet," Will says, "I'll made sure of it."
"Why bother?" I ask. "I won't make it anyways. Do you even know what I've really been through since high school?" I immediately wish I hadn't said that.
I always act like my past was nothing, but it's really left me scarred in some ways. That's why I never tell anyone much of what it is, they'll say I'm broken. Or that I need therapy. I'm not broken, and I don't need anyone. Not in that way.
"Whatever happened to that confident Broadway bombshell I knew in glee club?" Will asks. "She was heading right toward stardom."
"She's gone, Will," I reply sadly. "She gave up about fifteen years ago."
"Maybe you should see a counselor," Will suggests. "It always helped the glee club to express their feelings, and you seem to have a lot you've kept inside."
"What feelings?" I ask sarcastically. "Most people act like I don't have 'em."
"Of course you do," Will says. "Anyone see that."
Crap. I've always been a bit of an open book sometimes. All you have to do is look into my eyes and you can almost always see how I really feel.
"Don't act like it," I say flatly.
"April, under that sad exterior is a heart of gold," Will says. I look at him, taken aback. "I mean it. I saw how you felt when you said you were stealing the kids spotlight at invitationals. You were completely genuine with everything you said. Just do the counseling, please? It really could help you."
I sigh. I honestly don't think it will help me that much, but I might as well go along with it for Will.
"All right…" I say. "but I really don't think it'll do that much for me."
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