Plot:
Alyssa Hummel is just a quiet British girl who is given a new start living in Lima, Ohio with her cousin Kurt and Uncle. Alyssa is far from the once vibrant little girl she used to be; she has caved in and has become shy. Can she find her voice again with the help of some new friends and a sweet Irish boy who gave her luck and love?
A/N:
I've recently become obsessed with Damian McGinty (Rory) from Glee (I was already obsessed with Glee) and I decided to write a little fanfic about him and an OC. I do realize that there is a lot of pushing for Sugar and Rory, but as much as I like them as a couple, I don't really think Sugar fits in with Glee and definitely not with this story. Just my opinion, don't shoot me for it! Note – when Alyssa is speaking, do your best to imagine her having a British accent. Just to add more affect. :P
Disclaimer:
I don't own Glee, nor and of the cast members or characters except Alyssa and her story. I really wish I could be Alyssa though…
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Alyssa POV:
The dewy-eyed faces of my friends and family smile as they bid me farewell. Most of them keep asking me to keep in touch and keep reminding me that they are always available to talk. Only my dad remains quiet throughout it all. We never talk much anyways. Ever since my mum walked out on us, we have sort of come to a silent agreement. I make my way through all the tight hugs and tears farewell until my Dad is the only one left. I smile at him. "Come here darling," he says, opening his arms out to me. I gladly enter his bear hug. His arms wrap around me like a warm cocoon, and I feel safe.
It's bittersweet when he finally lets go. I feel unprotected, vulnerable, like I am about to be attacked. Moving to Ohio is my decision though, not his so I have to act like I want to. I can't let my fear of leaving behind everything I know show on my face. This goodbye is already hard enough to complete. "Now, you know you can come home anytime you want to. My door is always open-" The tears begin to roll down my dad's cheeks. "Dad, don't worry, I'll be fine. It'll be great living with Uncle Burt and Kurt. Don't worry!" I say, fighting to keep my voice under control and to stop from bursting into tears myself.
Dad simply nods. Retrieving a rather worn tissue from his coat pocket, he blows his nose rather loudly into it. I know he is my dad because the damp weather always seemed to make him ill. I don't have a single memory of him where he doesn't have a cold, cough or some sort of ailment.
The announcer tells me it is time to board my plane. Not wanting to drag out the pain of letting go of my life here any longer, I take a step back. I smile back to my friends, hoping to offer some sort of support to them. I pick up my only carry-on item, a small shoulder bag that has my iPod and a few other essentials in it such as my passport. I turn one final time to wave a somber goodbye, before walking away from my life into a new one.
I hand the smiling, plasticized boarding attendant my passport and papers, before setting off to the plane. I briskly walk across the tarmac and feel the bitter October wind bite my ears and sting my face. Tugging my coat around me more securely, I pick up the pace and jog up the stairs to the plane. The flight attendant barely takes a fleeting glance at my passport before allowing me to move down the plane. I note the various assortments of different characters; a family with small children here, a frowning businessman marked with stress lines there. It's like the plane is an extremely random box of celebrations' chocolate.
I slip quietly into a window seat and take to staring observantly out the window into the drizzly world I am leaving behind. Dried ran marks splatter the window like a Jackson Pollock painting; random yet beautiful. Dark trees and a gray tarmac covered land stare back at me. Everything seems gray and dark in England. It feels like the sun never shines, the sky overhead is always cloud covered and white. I know that I will miss the days of constant rain. It was the one thing that I could always count on, and it always helped refresh me, even after a particularly tough day at school. Closing my eyes to separate myself from the world that I'm leaving behind, I let my mind slip into a flashback, the last memory that I have of spending time with Kurt.
I feel my arms elongate, stretching as I reach forward. My hand grips firmly around the cold metal bar. I swing my left arm forward to hang next to my right arm. I reach my right arm forward again, trying to stretch just far enough to swing my body forward again. Suddenly a voice breaks my tight concentration. "Hey, hurry up, you're taking forever!" The kid behind me whined. I turned to stick my tongue out at him, before continuing to reach for the next bar. Just as my fingers had begun to touch the cold metal, I felt a shove from behind.
Quickly loosing my grip in my left hand, I fell forward, landing on my right wrist. Pain shot up through my arm. I yelled out. The tears had begun to flow in sobs before Kurt had even managed to run over. He yelled at the kid who had shoved me while I sat on the mulch-covered floor nursing my sore wrist. "Hey, what do you think you're doing? That's my cousin you pushed over!" If I hadn't been crying so much I would of giggled because it was funny when Kurt got mad.
The kid stood his ground. "Yeah, so? What are you going to do about it? You're just a wimp! Go back to your girly games!" He yelled back. I gasped at what he said. Kurt stopped in his tracks. His eyes began to water, and I could sense he was about to burst into tears much as my own. I stood up, brushing the mulch from my legs, and stomped over to the boy. "Who do you think you are? No one talks to my cousin like that!" I yelled pushing him over with my good arm.
He crawled back and then ran away, screaming a last insult at us. "You're both weird!" I ignored his remark and walked over to Kurt. "Are you Ok?" I asked timidly. "Yeah, thanks Aly." He said, although the look on his face said different. I felt glum as I watched him walk away, wishing I could do more to comfort him.
The flashback ends bitter sweetly, and I feel like I want to smile at the remembrance of simpler times and cry for the conflicts that still haunt me. I just let my eyes slide shut as the plane takes off towards the heavens. I find peace in sleep, able to ignore the commotions of the people around me; I sleep out the plane journey.
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I stand awkwardly next to my Uncle Burt as he clambers around with my bag at the baggage claim. "I can-" I begin to offer again, but once more he cuts me off. "No, really, it's no trouble." He says. I try to look elsewhere as he fumbles around with the handle, before we set off to where he has parked the car. We don't speak while we walk, navigating our way through the intricate building towards the exit and car park.
We finally make it to a silver car, and I slip silently into the passenger seat as Uncle Burt shoves my bag into the boot. A few moments pass before he joins me and starts the car. As we exit the car park, he tries to make small talk. "So how's school Alyssa?" He asks brightly. "Fine." I mumble. He tries to hide it, but I can hear him sigh quietly. "Kurt's excited to see you. You were what, eight and ten, when you last saw each other? He's eighteen now. You've both grown up so fast. Oh, yeah, he wanted me to ask you if you had any interest in singing?" he looks at me with a nostalgic smile.
I feel a rush of guilt as I remember that last time I showed an interest in singing. "Um, I used to." I say noncommittally. He smiles at me again. "It's just because Kurt's part of this Glee club, and they sing at competitions and stuff, and well, he was wondering if you'd be interested in joining." I feel more embarrassment as the memory grows stronger, burning in my cheeks and heart. "That's a really nice offer, I just don't know if I'm ready to sing again yet." I say, feeling guilty at turning down his offer. He is genuinely trying to be nice to me, and I can barely say anything back. We enter silence for the rest of the car journey.
I take a chance to soak in the new surroundings. Blue spreads across the sky from horizon to horizon. The sun shines like a giant spotlight down on this place, lighting it up and me with it. The trees and buildings seem fuller and brighter with more colours plastered on the land. It feels like the black and white pictures I have known for so long have been replaced with full-coloured photos, but I don't feel any happier.
I spend so long absorbing the surroundings that I barely notice the car pulling up into the driveway. I swing my bag over my shoulder and step out into the front yard. The door opens to reveal the Kurt I once knew aged eight years on standing in the doorway. He smiles gleefully at me, like I just made his day. I smile back at him, still remembering the last day we spent together.
My Uncle pulls my bag round the car to join me, and motions for me to make my way inside. I walk up the small pathway to the door, and straight into the open arms of an ecstatic Kurt. "Oh, it's been ages! How are you?" he says, releasing me from yet another hug. "Fine, kind of tired actually." I say stifling a yawn. "Kurt, why don't you show Alyssa to her room so she can get settled?" Uncle Burt says, dumping my bag in the foyer. I smile at him, "Thanks Uncle, it's really nice of you taking me in and everything." I say, making an effort to be nicer to him after all he's done for me. "Don't mention it." He says before disappearing towards the television.
I make a grab for my bag before Kurt can make me feel awkward while he struggles with it. Motioning to Kurt to lead the way, I follow on as he makes his way through the house to my new room. Opening my door, I take it in. The walls are a shade of bright slight pinky-purple, and my floor is made up of dark wood. The covers on my bed are dark purple, and I have a small white chest of drawers underneath the single window in my room. It looks fairly cozy, and I know that this room will become my little niche in this house, my own space. "My room's just next to yours and the bathroom is down the hall and to the right. I should probably leave you to get settled in, so bye." Kurt says before leaving and closing his door. I push my door closed, and lay my suitcase on the floor, dumping my bag on my bed. "Time to make this room mine." I say with a smile.
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The moon shines its dim silver light through my window. I sit bored on my bed. Thinking over all the previous events of today my mind sticks on one topic of previous conversation, my singing and whether or not I should join this Glee club with Kurt. My eyes linger on my iPod, and before I realize my actions, one of my favorite songs is playing, and I'm already humming along to the tune. Perking my ears I listen to see if anyone else is nearby who could hear me. Hearing no one, I allow my heart to be sung out.
Kurt's POV:
I wander up the stairs slowly. Reaching the top step, music breaks my ears. Must be Aly's. I think nonchalantly, and wander down the hallway until I'm just about to pass Alyssa's door. The sound of her voice makes me freeze in my place. Her singing is beautiful, sweet and very British which adds a nice tone to it. I simply listen in awe.
Oh, oh, starry eyed
Hit, hit, hit, hit, hit me with lightning
Handle bars, and then I let go
Let go for anyone
Take me in, and throw out
My heart and get a new one
Next thing, we're touching
You look at me it's like you hit me with lightning
Oh, everybody's starry eyed
And everybody knows
Oh, everybody's starry eyed
And my body goes
So we burst into colors
Colors and carousels
Fall head first
Like paper planes and playground games
Next thing, we're touching
You look at me it's like you hit me with lightning
Oh, everybody's starry eyed
And everybody knows
Oh, everybody's starry eyed
And my body goes
Next thing we're touching
Next thing we're touching
Next thing we're touching
Next thing we're touching
Next thing we're touching
Next thing we're touching
Next thing we're touching
Next thing we're touching
Hit me with lightning
Oh, everybody's starry eyed
And everybody knows
Oh, everybody's starry eyed
And my body goes
Oh, everybody's starry eyed
And everybody knows
Oh, everybody's starry eyed
And my body goes
I don't dare let my breathing rise above a whisper, fearing that she might hear me and stop. A broad smile is wiped across my face, even as the song comes to its end. A plan is formulating in my mind. I don't need to others to hear her voice; I just know that I've found the newest member of the Glee club.
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A/N:
So what did you guys think? I do have rough idea of where this is going to end up, sorta… We will get to some more interesting stuff later, just gotta set the story off. Constructive criticism is appreciated! CL