Ok - So this is a companion piece to Caroline Idina Fabray's story New Directions: A New Generation. It features OC's created by New-Classic22 and Santana98.
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DISCLAIMER: I own nothing in this story, seriously.
Stassi trotted down the hall, head held high, long brown pony-tail swaying with each step. Her red cheerleading skirt flitted around her thighs, drawing the stares of both guys and girls alike. She hated the way most guys in the school are constantly eye-fucking her, like she'd ever be interested. Ya'll need to work on your leering skills boys.
Suddenly, whilst scanning the hall for her new friend Caroline, her eyes fell upon the red and white streaks of her enemy/rival Hayley Montenegro. She was rummaging through her locker for something, before getting frustrated and slamming the door shut with a bang that had most of the students in the hallway jump away from her in fright. Stassi couldn't help but smile at the frustration on her face.
She didn't quite know why, but something about Hayley REALLY got her going for some reason. Its not like it wasn't reciprocated by the Badgirl, but Stassi could definitely feel there was something more. Whenever she and Hayley conversed for whatever reason, there was an undeniable spark between them that neither of the girls was willing to point out. It's like an electric current surges between them, provocing intense feeling deep within both girls that even Hurricane Hayley couldn't possibly deny.
That idea rang true last week when they shared an unexpected kiss in the janitors closet, and again yesterday when they held a heated make-out session in the Choir Room after Hayley's Diva-Off.
Stassi can still remember the firm, yet delectable feel of Hayley's lips against her own, the heat and passion of the kiss making it even more amazing.
I guess I'm just going to have to face it. Stassi thought. I've got a crush on dri... No - Hayley. I've got a crush on Hayley Montenegro.
As she looked up from her revelation, she found deep ocean blue eyes locked with her own across the hall, looking at her with a quizzical expression. The joined gaze felt electric, much like their arguments, and Hayley felt a fire stir in her stomach. Above their heads the bell rang out and students were moving faster towards their desired destinations. Stassi jumped, breaking her gaze with Hayley to turn towards her history class. Hayley on the other hand stayed rooted to the ground by her locker.
The thoughts were swimming around in her brain like a shark chasing a freakin' dolphin. Why was she staring at me? Is there something on my face? She swung to look at her face in the reflection of the locker door, before dropping her forehead to it with an annoyed groan. Why the fuck do I care so much? I mean, I don't like her… Those kisses meant nothing… But they felt so good… Oh fuck this!
She slammed her fists against the lockers before swinging her sling bag over her shoulder and taking off at a run down the hallway after the lean Cheerio. Her heavy combat boots hit the ground with loud thuds that echoed around the clearing hallway, the girl trying to keep an eye on the mocha hair of her infatuation.
Thud!
THUD!
THUD!
Finally she was but two steps behind the girl, and her mind finally caught up with her feet. What am I doing? She could never like me like that… She stopped in place, and a wave of self-hatred washed over her usually mischievous spirit. I'm just a loser, a badgirl with a bad attitude… She deserves so much better than me… She dropped her head, and when Stassi had rounded the corner, dropped down against the lockers, rough sobs ripping from her chest and tears falling down her cheeks.
GLEE!
The rest of the day passed increasingly slowly for both Stassi and Hayley. Stassi because of the confusion and frustration at her own revelation, and Hayley because to her – cowardice is the worst possible thing a human being is capable of, and she had given an absolutely brilliant display of it that morning. Luckily, the girls didn't have any classes together that day, so they weren't forced together for any reason. The next few days passed in the same manner, until Thursday arrived. When it came time for Glee rehearsals Hayley was at breaking point. She entered the choir room 5 minutes late, and took up the empty seat at the far back of the room. She avoided the questioning glances of her nosy teammates (mostly Stassi) and placed her head in her hands. She was exhausted from the lack of sleep that guilt brings and was very near falling asleep where she sat.
Stassi glanced up as the thumping footsteps coming through the open door, and saw Hayley strolling in, head hung, eyes sunken in, feet partly dragging, and satchel hung lazily over her left shoulder. Her usual air of confidence had completely dissipated, and a sullen, disconnected look had taken over her features. Stassi had a sudden urge to look after the girl, to make her smile, have ecstasy take over her perfect featu… Where the hell did that come from?
"Miss Montenegro! I'm alright with you being less than excited during rehearsals, but blatantly not paying any attention is a completely different matter. We've been here for you since you joined, we want you to succeed! I haven't yelled at a girl like this since Quinn Fabray's senior year, but you've pushed and pushed-" Mr. Schue started to yell up at the sophomore, making everyone in the room jump. Apparently he had been discussing the lesson plan and Hayley had yet to raise her head from her hands. "You're just too ungrateful to even care about the rest of the group."
"Yeah!" Andrew chimed in. "You're one of the most selfish, aggressive, self-centered people any of us have ever met in our lives. If you hate us all so much, and don't give a damn then just leave ok! None of us care if you get expelled or not, or whether in 2 years we'll be getting letters from you from within cell block 9".
Almost everyone in the choir room gasped as he finished, and Stassi almost lost control of her emotions for a moment, feeling as if she was about to leap from her seat and beat the pudding out of the boy.
Hayley hadn't moved until this point, where she slowly raised her head from her balled fists, and rose to her feet. Silence enveloped the room, as if expecting some kind of explosive outburst.
"Mr. Schue," her voice was eerily calm. "I'm going to sing something". Mr. Schue had a suspicious look overtake his features before handing off to the slow moving girl. Her boots clicked as she walked down, placing a sheet of music from her bag on the piano bench for Brad to play. He looked at the music quizzically, but started to softly pad at the keys. Most of the choir room tilted their head in confusion at the song choice.
She hung her head as she begun to sing – relatively softly by her standards, but even more beautifully.
"I'm not a stranger"
At the first line, a tear sprung to Stassi's eye.
"No I am yours
With crippled anger
And tears that still drip sore"
She lifted her eyes to the audience, for the first time in her life revealing her deep pain to her peers.
"A fragile frame aged
With misery
And when our eyes meet"
Her eyes locked with Stassi, and a jab of pain reached her heart.
"I know you see
I do not want to be afraid
I do not want to die inside just to breathe in
I'm tired of feeling so alone
Relief exists I find it when"
She grabbed the edges of her sleeves, and pulled them up to her elbows. The entire room gasped when they saw what she was obviously referring to.
"I am cut
I may seem crazy
Or painfully shy
And these scars wouldn't be so hidden
If you would just look me in the eye"
Hayley had tears freely rolling from her own eyes, but continued singing, her voice unfazed.
"I feel alone here and cold here
No, I don't want to die
But the only anesthetic that makes me feel anything kills inside
I do not want to be afraid
I do not want to die inside just to breathe in
I'm tired of feeling so alone
Relief exists I find it when
I am cut"
Stassi was openly crying in her seat, as was a few other girls.
"Pain
I am not alone
I am not alone
I'm not a stranger
No I am yours
With crippled anger
And tears that still drip sore"
She rubbed her wrists together tenderly, ignoring the throb of pain that came from the wounds wrapped in gauze.
"But I do not want to be afraid
I do not want to die inside just to breathe in
I'm tired of feeling so numb
Relief exists I found it when
I was cut"
As the final notes of the song rang out, Hayley turned and ran out of the classroom, crying silently. Stassi looked around at the tear stained faces of her fellow Glee clubbers, and took in the sights. Andrew had this guilty look on his face, and Mr. Schue obviously blamed himself. He had tears in his eyes, and Stassi herself felt bitter at the team.
"You are all pathetic" Stassi said as she rose from her seat to pursue the girl. Hazy eyes turned to confusion behind her; they all thought that they hated each other.
Ba Ba BA!
Stassi ran down hall after hall, amazed at the speed and silence the girl had disappeared into. She swore out loud, whipping her mused hair away from her eyes with frustration evident in her expression. With her not moving her feet, it was absolutely silent around her, save for the buzzing of the lights, and her own heavy breathing. She put her hands on her knees, trying to control her breathe, when she heard a small whimper. She whipped up and looked around desperately, and noticed the door to the Spanish classroom was slightly ajar. Stassi walked towards it as slowly as possible, and hesitantly inched the door open.
Stassi stepped through silently, trying not to bring any attention to herself. She almost cried out when she saw the girl. Hayley had her back pressed against the teacher's desk, had her arms wrapped around her knees that were up at her chest, and she was visibly shaking. Stassi had a sudden wave of empathy towards the trembling girl, and before she could stop herself she had ran over and wrapped her arms around the be-streaked girl securely.
Hayley made to flinch out of the touch, but Stassi held her so tightly that she couldn't help but fall into the embrace. She buried her face into the older girl's chest, and the hoarse sobs broke from her constricted chest. I had no idea she was so broken… Stassi thought, gently rocking the girl back and forth.
Eventually, after what seemed like hours, Hayley's sobs slowed to gasps, and she started to move away from Stassi's grasp. Hayley coughed and rubbed her red, tired looking eyes, moving to stand up – but before she could Stassi grabbed her shoulder, making her retake her seat. A mutual silence covered them, before Stassi broke it, an unusually calm tone to her voice.
"You're a right idiot. You know that?" Stassi was looking at her clasped hands as she spoke, before looking up in search of the dark blue eyes she loved so much. Hayley laughed at the question, running her hand through her hair as she threw her head back.
"Yeah… maybe." She said, looking back at her shoes. Stassi felt her heart break a little bit more at the defeated look in her eyes. She desperately wanted to make Hayley see how important she was, but didn't quite know how.
"I'm serious. You have no idea how many people care about you, love you, need you! You can't jus-st…" Stassi's voice broke on the word, and a stray tear slid from her eye. Hayley kept her gaze fixed on her shoes, scuffing the heels against the floor over and over again.
"No! You have no idea. My dad hates me, my mum ignores me, and even my kid brother is a million times smarter than I could ever be! I can't even read for Christ's sake! No one care's about me, and no one ever will" She burst, not quite yelling, but loud enough to make Stassi flinch. Stassi shook her head.
"You just won't get it through that thick skull will you?" Stassi said, before gripping the back of Hayley's neck and pulling their lips together.
The kiss was hard and rough, flooded with both girls emotions. Hayley threw herself into the kiss, wrapping her arms around the other girls' neck and trying to pull her even closer if possible. Stassi deepened the kiss, venturing forward – grazing her tongue over soft, salty lips. Hayley immediately opened up and allowed their tongues to battle vigorously between them. Stassi moved to push the younger girl's jacket off of her shoulders, before she laid her down against the linoleum floor. Hayley went willingly so that the Stassi was now lying on top of her, and they were pressing together in every way.
Hayley let out a soft moan at the feeling of Stassi's slim frame pressed against her own; their stomachs, their legs, their breasts… Oh god. Hayley moaned again at the thought. Stassi gripped at the bottom of her white wife-beater, and lifted it over her head, leaving the girl with only a black sports bra covering her chest. Stassi unwillingly gasped at the beauty of her body. She softly traced the rock hard portions of the girl's abs with her finger, and relished in the shiver that rippled through the girls ripped body. Of course Hurricane Hayley's all muscle. How else would she pull off half of the stuff she can.
They quickly reconnected their mouths, unwilling stop. Stassi swung her legs over to straddle Hayley's hips, and couldn't help but giggle at the desperation with which she gripped the bottom of her Cheerio shirt.
Stassi gripped it herself and pulled it off, revealing her own skinny upper body. Hayley reached her hands up to cup soft breasts in her rough hands, cursing the scrap of red fabric that was blocking access. Stassi seemed to sense this, and guided Hayley's hand behind her back to her bra clasp. Hayley looked in Stassi's eyes before flicking it open with one hand and a wink, some of her trademark confidence returning momentarily before she cut herself off with a loud moan.
Stassi had moved her lips down her companions' neck to her pulse point, and bit down hard. She soothed the bite with her tongue, before repeating until there was a dark bruise in the shape of her mouth on her neck, in the perfect place so that it would be extremely difficult (near impossible) to hide. The whole time whilst the hickey was being created Hayley had been squirming, moaning, and almost thrashing in desire. Stassi gave the bruise one last lick before travelling lower and whipping the bra off of the smaller girl. Hayley gasped as cool air hit her chest, and through her head back against the floor as a warm mouth enclosed her left breast.
She smiled down at the girl, and looked at her chest in absolute wonder. It definitely wasn't large, but in her eyes they were absolutely perfect. She lowered her mouth to the left breast, and groaned at the taste of her skin against her tongue. Mango… she thought, before returning her focus to the writhing girl below her. She circled the rock hard nipple with her tongue, and lifted her hand to tweak the one that wasn't currently getting any attention.
Hayley was in the clouds. Her eyes were squeezed shut, and her hands were grazing up and down the other girls sides, leaving light scratch marks in their wake. She was so unbelievably turned on at the moment; she was amazed she didn't come from the breast play alone. She grabbed Stassi's face and pulled it away from her areola, her lips making a loud pop as she pulled away. She pulled her face up to meet hers, glaring into the teases eyes.
"Please" she groaned, jumping slightly as Stassi pulled on her nipple sharply. Stassi smirked, wanting to play just a little bit more.
"Please… What?" she pulled on her nipple again, this time twisting it as she did. Hayley's hips bucked up, and Stassi put a hand on her abs to hold her down.
"Please!" She groaned even louder, and Stassi had to stifle a laugh as she nuzzled against her partners neck.
"Use your words Hurricane" she mewled, pulling her earlobe into her mouth and nipping lightly. She knew the name got her riled up, and that was exactly what she was wanting to do.
"Please Stassi! Fuck me!" she growled, pulling her face up roughly so she could glare into her eyes. The fire was back, that electricity that is constantly fired between them. Stassi's face turned to a fully-fledged grin.
"Finally!" she dropped down Hayley's body, stopping momentarily to dip her tongue to her bellybutton, and to create yet another dark bruise just under her breast, and while Hayley was gasping, she yanked the cargo pants from her hips and threw them somewhere in the room. She licked down her body, past her black boy shorts, and down to her thighs. She bit and sucked up them until she was so close to the girls' underwear that she could see the wet patch, and smells the musky scent that she decided she wanted to taste so badly. She could resist any longer.
She pulled the shorts away as fast as she could, and plunged two of her fingers into her dripping center – earning a guttural scream to rip from her counterparts' throat. Hayley's back arched so far that Stassi swore it might break in half, and the smooth, velvety walls clenched around her fingers tightly. She started to pound her fingers in and out of the hole, relishing in the gasps that emerged every time she entered. Hayley swore she was at the absolute height of whatever pleasure possible, and was definitely not expecting a wet heat on her clit. She creamed once again.
Stassi had lowered her head to the girls' pussy, and took a long, slow swipe at her clit, laughing as she heard the scream. The vibrations from her laugh sent yet another spark of pleasure to shoot up her spine. Her back arched yet again, and incomprehensible mutterings began spouting from her mouth.
Stassi suddenly remembered something she had read about going down on girls, and started to put it into action. As she sucked on Hayley's clitoris, she roughly began to trace the letters of the alphabet. Hayley felt as if every single inch of her body was on fire, and she was about to explode from the inside out.
"Stassi! I-I'm gonna…" Hayley started to groan, wanting to warn her before it happened. Stassi simply nodded but continued her ministrations with her tongue. Hayley started to shake, but tried to hold off so Stassi could stop.
"Don't hold back babe. Cum for me. Say my name beautiful" Stassi said against her clit, and when her teeth accidently grazed Hayley's clit, Hayley lost all control.
"Stassi! Oh my… STASS!" She cried as she came all over Stassi's face and fingers, and Stassi moaned at the feeling of her muscles contracting around her slender fingers. She had to keep her free hand tight on her abs to prevent Hayley's hips from bucking too crazily, and Stassi finally took a look up at her lovers face.
Hayley's head was thrown back against the hard linoleum, her brow shiny with sweat (as was the rest of her body), and her mouth open wide in a sort of 'O' shape. Her eyes were squeezed shut, her eyebrows furrowed, and to Stassi it was the most beautiful, erotic sight she had ever seen in her life. Stassi leant her head back down, and sucked softly – riding out the aftershocks with her. After she was still, she cleaned up the girls thighs and pussy, before kissing back up her body. This time however, she stopped at the girls wrists.
"Never again. You hear me? Never, ever do this to yourself again." She said against her gauze, punctuating each word with a kiss to the wrists. She felt kinda corny doing it, but she really needed to get her point across. She raised her desperate eyes to Hayley's tired ones, and she nodded silently. "I care about you, more than you could ever imagine."
"I can imagine" Hayley said, a small smile gracing her wild features. Stassi stood suddenly, and went about collecting both of their clothes from the various places around the room. Hayley lifted herself to her elbows to watch the girl with a brow cocked, and laughed as a pile of clothes were thrown in her face. "What're you doing?" she said through the giggles.
"If you didn't realize, we're still at school. So, put your clothes on." She said, pulling her Cheerio uniform back over her head. "Then we're going to go your car, go to your place, and you're going to return the favor" she finished by leaning down to meet her gaze, giving a sweet kiss before rising again to fix her hair in the refection of the window.
"Wait, where's my underwear?" Hayley said, searching through the pile that had hit her.
A devious expression took over Stassi's features. "I'm taking them as a bit of a memento, hope you don't mind." She winked as she made her way to the door. "Meet you at your car".
Hayley shook her head and laughed to herself. She pulled on her clothes, ignoring the still there throb between her thighs, only amplified by the occasional brush of fabric from her pants. She ran out of the school, ignoring the quizzical glances she got from some loitering students, and made her way into the parking lot. She made her way to her car and saw Stassi leaning against it, flashing a seductive grin, and patting the pocket in which she had hidden Hayley's underpants.
"Wow, this going to be a long night".