So... Glee... yeah...

I know most people will probably hate this, because it's glee... but whatever... it's my fan fiction and if you don't like it don't read it... Okay so this is set in the future when everyone is at college... I'm going to start with Kurt and Blaine and their room mate... this will tell us some of Mercedes story...

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Those Outfit Does Not Match: Day One

Painting:

I know it sound really cliche, but art is my favorite class. I am really good at it. Right now I am working on an extra special project. Well two actually. The first is actually two paintings. We make all of our own canvas and I am notorious for connecting frames to make odd shapes.

I walked into my painting teachers office, "Who am I assigned to today?" He handed me my student assessment sheet. I work as an intern in the visual arts department of my college. My job is to write an assessment of a students on Monday. Then on Wednesday and Friday I have a three hour lab with them all. During this lab the students will get one major art project done. I check on the student every five minutes to critique their work and tell them what they can do to make the end product better. I over see painting, drawing, colored pencil, and photography classes.

I'm training to teach professional one on one lessons. My students for now get my assistance fro free and are picked on an appointment basis. The wait list is usually only two to three weeks. Around the time of our schools scholarship gallery the list jumps two five or six weeks. The reason for a two to three week wait is that I have one regular, Artie. He is one of the sweetest kids I have ever met, but he is also very tortured. He draws, paints, colors, and photographs dancers, because that is his dream. When he was younger he had an unfortunate accident and lost the use of his legs. Water therapy has taken him quite a long ways, but he will probably never have the proper coordination or precision to dance.

I walked into my class room with ten minutes till the start of class. I pulled out my fresh canvases that I had made last week. I flipped the nine 2 ft by 2 ft canvases over on table and arranged them in an upside down stair pattern. On part of the painting would take up the space of a two by eight canvas. Then would be another column, this one is two by six and the last is two by four. I started screwing things together when Artie wheeled through the door.

"Yo yo. Homie."

I can't help smiling when he tries to be a gangster,"How are you today, Artie?"

He looked up at me and instead of his usual, 'Peachy I just won my division of a dance competition.' He said, "I'm actually pretty good. The college show choir starts today!"

I had never seen him so happy, "Sounds fun." My room mates were both going to be in show choir.

Artie set his circular slab of rock on an easel. Artie has a taste for using different canvases and as far as I am concerned that's no sin. He's done quite a few projects on wood and towels. Pretty much Artie is just amazing when it comes to art. I do believe that this is his first stone project.

I had all of my canvases screwed together. "What's that for?" Artie looked up at me, "It's pretty big."

I smiled, "It's a Christmas present for one of my room mates." I put the construction up against the table and got out the other nine two by two canvases. I arranged them in a stair pattern like the other one only right side up. This one screwed together much faster and Artie started painting after his rough sketch was done.

I had started sketching one of the three paintings that would go into the first set of canvases. I decided it was time to check on my student. He had thirteen people all with mouths open. Around the edge he had painted the words 'Glee: New Directions, National Champions' each person had their name under their head: 'Mr. Shoe, Artie, Britney, Puck, Santana, Finn, Rachel, Sam, , Asian, Other Asian, Mercedes, and Derick.'

"Was this your glee club?"

"Yes. We never won, but we did get second." He looked down, "Had we appreciated every voice and used everyone... we would have gotten it."

"My boyfriend won nationals."

"Who?"

"Oh, you probably don't know him. He went to a private school. Their glee club was called The Worballers."

"One of our kids transferred there." Artie got silent, "He could have won us nationals had we ever given him a solo." His head was hung and he started working on his project again.

"Well it's looking good... like it always does."

I went back to my sketching. I had the whole tall section done. Blaine was slightly hunched over, with Kurt on his back. Both of them were smiling and laughing. I went back to Artie who was nearly done.

"Looks like your just down to color adds?"

He looked up, "Yep. Just the beginning of shirts and hats, stuff like that."

I nodded, "That shouldn't take you that long. After you are done with this I'd like you to plan the project that you will do the rest of the week."

He nodded and went back to the painting. I went back to work on the sketch of the second part. This was a close up of Blaine and Kurt. Blaine has just reached over and is moving Kurt's hair out of his eyes. I was about half done with this one when Artie stopped me.

"Is that Kurt Hummle?" His hand grazed the eyes of the portrait.

"Um..." I wasn't sure what to say. "I don't know it was some kid I saw the other day and took a picture of."

"Oh. How weird would it be if I did know this kid. It's probably just someone who looks like him."

"Yeah that would be crazy." He handed me his plan for his next project. "Thanks I'll look over it and we will talk next time." I looked at the supply list, "I'll also get a cart to bring in your stuff."

He nodded and wheeled out. Artie had only been gone for five minutes when Blaine came in, "Hey, what are you up to?"

I had quickly covered the painting, "Is Kurt with you?"

He gave me a look, "No, he is waiting for us in the dinner. Why?"

I motioned him closer, "This." I uncovered it.

Blaine's mouth dropped open and he stared at it in awe. "This is amazing."

I smiled, "It will look even better when I paint it." He grabbed my hand and pulled me into a hug.

"It'll be perfect." He took my hand and started to lead me to the grill. Blaine stopped dead in his tracks, "What are you wearing."

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