DynamiX: The Second Generation of Glee
Many years after graduation, the children of Lima's New Directions have their own stories to share!
A/N: Here's the first chapter of my new story, a second generation fic. Characters will be introduced as the story goes on, but just ask me if you get a little confused. Here we go!
Chapter 1 – High School Never Ends
The first day of school is always one of the most hectic among students: Who broke up over the summer? I can't believe they're dating! You'll never guess what happened on the beach that night! She had WHAT done WHERE? James Buchanan High was no exception to this chaos, and as the homeroom teacher entered her classroom and observed her new crop of sophomores, she knew that she had just returned to Hell.
"Alright class!" the old woman yelled, silencing her students. "I'm Mrs. Harrison, your homeroom teacher for the year. Let's get on with the roll."
The seemingly ninety-seven-year-old grey-haired woman took her sweet time getting her papers together as she looked for her class roster, and one of her students, a mocha-skinned boy on the front row, took advantage of her temporary distraction.
"Okay dude, go ahead."
The short Asian boy to his right spoke up, apparently having been interrupted by the old woman. "Well, I figure if we get to the pitch by ten, we'll have enough time to warm up before the one o'clock scrimmage. Can you bring your ball?"
"Dude," the first boy said, combing the loose strands of dark curly hair from his face a little, "you know I can't be there that early."
"Really Cameron? Come on! You've been putting off Saturday mornings every day for years now because of that stupid show? I can't believe it's still even on the air!"
"L-look," "Cameron" stuttered, "Jersey Shore: the Animated Series is very…compelling! A-and I've got to catch every episode; it's important!"
Mrs. Harrison, the homeroom teacher, who had apparently already started roll call, interrupted their whispering with a familiar name.
"Michael Chang?"
The Asian raised his hand. "That's me. But it's Trey actually."
The teacher looked unconvinced. "This paper clearly says Michael."
"I know—that is my name. I just go by Trey."
Mrs. Harrison's face was unchanging.
"Be-because I'm Mike Chang the Third?"
No change.
"So…Trey…like three in Spanish?"
Cameron coughed and grumbled, "Give it up." Cough. "Give it up."
The teacher, however, did speak up finally. "This roster says 'Michael.' You acknowledge that your birth name is 'Michael.' You, therefore, are 'Michael.' Moving on…"
Trey turned to Cameron in disbelief. "Did that really just happen?"
"Looks like it, Michael."
Rolling his eyes, Trey picked up his earlier conversation. "But honestly dude, I haven't heard about that Jersey Shore show in years. Are they even making any new episodes?"
"Well…not anymore…but I still can't miss an episode! I've got to keep track—"
The Latina girl who was sitting behind them suddenly interrupted Cameron's statement.
"Cameron Evans is right here, lady!" The boys realized that the girl was speaking to Mrs. Hamilton. Apparently, Cameron had missed his name in the roll call.
"You'll have to forgive him," the girl continued. "When Cameron starts such a deep conversation with his little Asian boy-toy, it's damn near impossible to get a word in edgewise. I'm sure you remember young love…pre-Civil War of course."
The teacher (as well as Cameron) frowned. "Young lady, that was very rude. However, because it is the first day of school, I shall merely give you a stern warning." She paused to dramatically wave her finger as if it made a difference in her argument. "As for you, Mr. Evans, please save your homosexual monkey business for another time."
"But we're not—"
But Hamilton had already continued roll call. And with that, Cameron and Trey would be considered gay by that woman for the entire school year. They turned to the Latina angrily.
"Damn it, A.M.! What the hell was that about!" Cameron whisper-screamed.
"You shouldn't have been flirting. Maybe then you would have heard your name," the girl said smugly, choosing to look at her newly painted fingernails instead of the person to whom she was speaking.
"She's got a point, Cam." The three turned to the shorthaired brunette sitting next to the Latina. Up to this point, she had only been observing with amused interest.
"Maybe so," Trey started, "but she didn't have to 'out' him to our teachers…again."
"If you've got a problem with gays, just say so, chump!" argued "A.M.", clearly prepared to fight.
Cameron came to Trey's defense. "Calm down, Xena: Warrior Dumbass. You know we're all pro-homo."
"Coleridge Hudson!" screeched the teacher.
The foursome turned their attention to the sleeping tall boy sitting next to the brunette girl that had spoken earlier. Said brunette girl quickly nudged the boy awake.
"Cole, wake up!"
"FERGIE!"
The class snickered at the formerly sleeping boy's mishap as he blushed embarrassedly. The short-haired girl spoke for him.
"That's my brother, Cole," she said to the teacher, "and I'm Steph. My name should be right after his."
Mrs. Hamilton looked at her roster, then back at the Hudsons. "This roster clearly states that a Coleridge Hudson and a Stefania Hudson are enrolled in my homeroom class. I see no Cole, nor do I see a Steph, and therefore, I will not refer to either of you as such. Now, Mr. Hudson," she paused her rant to focus on a weary Cole, "do refrain from sleeping in my homeroom."
Before she could continue, Mrs. Hamilton dropped her papers on the floor. As she bent to get them, Steph spoke up.
"Coleridge and Stefania…was Mom high when she had us or something?"
"Well…" Cameron began, "she was probably on drugs during the delivery…so yeah, I'd say she was indeed high."
"You know, that smartass mouth is really starting to piss me off," said the Latina girl.
The teacher, papers now in hand, croaked, "Julia Hummel-Anderson."
"Present and accounted for Mrs. Hamilton! And may I say you are looking lovely today!"
"…But I'll take your smartass mouth over Rachel Berry, Jr. here any day."
"You know, Anna Maria," said Julia, turning from her seat on Cameron's left, "every time you call me that, you think you're insulting me, but I continue to take it as a compliment! So once again, I thank you!"
Anna Maria looked to Steph. "Do you ever just want to hit her with a stick?"
"Little bit."
"Guys, lay off of Julia," Cameron said, as Julia smiled. The others chose to roll their eyes.
"Ahem, Anna Lopez-Pierce."
The Latina corrected the teacher with a surprising level of politeness. "Actually, it's Anna Maria."
Per usual, Mrs. Hamilton consulted her handy-dandy class roster before addressing her student. "According to this roster, the name of the Lopez-Pierce student is Anna."
"Well according to the Lopez-Pierce student," she responded, now with a bit of attitude, "her name is Anna Maria, and you 'will refer to her as such,'" she finished with a smirk, mimicking the teacher's earlier behavior with the Hudson twins.
"Now listen, young lady, I've given you a warning—"
"No, you listen. I've got family in Lima Heights Adjacent, and I can have them up here before—"
"Oh God, she's channeling Santana!" Trey whispered nervously.
"Cole, stop her!"
The tall boy, now fully awake, listened to his sister and stood up and went in front of the Latina, who now seemed to have steam escaping her ears. "Now Sant—Anna Maria, you've got to calm down."
"But—"
"A.M., just relax…" Cole put his hands on her shoulders as he softly spoke. She took a couple of deep breaths and was finally achieving a sense of calm.
"How is it that your brother is the only one of us that can relax her?" Cameron asked Steph.
She shrugged. "Dunno, but I'm glad we keep him around."
Cole, who had briefly lent his ear to Cameron and his sister, focused on Anna Maria once more. "You good?"
"Yeah…I think so."
Cole turned to Mrs. Harrison, who was now standing behind her desk in fear. "I apologize on her behalf, ma'am."
"Very well," the teacher started. "Just as long as the little fireball realizes that—"
"OH THAT'S IT!"
"And for the fifth year in a row, ladies and gentlemen, Anna Maria Lopez-Pierce has secured herself another first day of school detention!" Cameron sarcastically cheered as Trey mock-applauded Anna Maria's "triumph."
It was now lunchtime. For some strange reason, Buchanan High structured homeroom to take place only two hours before the first lunch block. News of another first-day-of-school-outburst from Anna Maria had already spread across the school, and as the group of six sat at a table, it was clear that the Latina was not in a mood to be argued with.
"Oh just stuff it, Trouty Mouth!"
Cameron instinctively covered his mouth and whimpered like a small child. One of the biggest things that made Cameron Evans insecure was his mouth. He turned to his best friend.
"Trey?" he asked behind his hand, almost pleading.
The Asian sighed. "Once again, Cameron, you do not have your dad's mouth."
Not only did Cameron Evans have his dad's mouth, but it was actually five percent larger. Everyone with eyes knew it. No one with a heart wanted to be the one to break it to him, though. Therefore, as his biggest adversary, Anna Maria had no problem making him as paranoid as possible.
"Who does that bitch think she is anyway?" said Anna Maria, combing her long hair out of her face. "You know what? It's racist is what it is! I'm going to the top!"
"Slow your roll, Tyra Banks," Steph responded, pulling the girl back down in her seat. "First of all, you can't call people racist every time they disagree with you."
"Yeah," added Cameron. "They don't hate your race. They just hate you!" He smiled, and the Latina responded with an equally wide smile accompanied by a proud middle finger.
"Second of all," continued Steph, choosing to ignore Cameron, "I'm sure that your mother isn't too pleased with having to abuse the political system to bail you out of your high school drama."
"Oh, she calls in one favor with a U.S. representative, and I still can't live it down!"
"Still find it weird that your mom is a state senator…"
"And what's that supposed to mean, Evans!"
Cole, who was sitting in front of her, simply took her hand and she was calm almost immediately.
"He's like the Dog Whisperer."
No one batted an eyelash when the large clump of mashed potatoes smacked Cameron in the face.
"Speak of the Devil," said Trey, changing the subject, "Cole, what was with you today?"
"Yeah," Julia added. "Why were you sleeping in class? That isn't like you. And it certainly isn't becoming of a child of Rachel Berry."
Eye rolls all around.
Cole sighed, letting go of Anna Maria's hand. "Dad had me stay up late with him last night to watch some football highlights. Ever since he got that offensive vice president position with the university, he's been obsessed!"
Julia turned to Trey. "Offensive vice president?"
"Offensive coordinator," Trey corrected.
"I thought you hated football," Cameron said confusedly.
"I do."
"Coleridge, we've been through this!" Steph sighed. "You can't keep pretending to like football just to make Dad happy!"
"I know…but it's the only thing we have in common."
Cameron spoke up again. "So the only thing you have in common with your father is a lie?" Everyone glared at him. "I'm sorry! Not trying to be that guy, but…maybe you should talk to him about this."
Cole was silent, and soon, so was everyone else. It was Julia who broke it with a new subject: "So…I signed us all up for glee club auditions!"
Five shocked faces turned in the blonde's direction. Anna Maria spoke on their behalf. "Why in the hell did you do that?"
"So…we can all definitely have audition times! The slots could fill up fast!" She ate her lunch as if nothing was out of the ordinary.
"Honey," Steph began slowly, "no offense, but I'm not really interested in glee club." Four choruses of "me neither" followed the admission.
"WHAT!" screeched Julia dramatically. She attracted the attention of a couple of nearby tables and waited until they turned around before she continued. "How could you not be interested in glee club? Music has been a part of all of our lives since before we were in diapers!"
She focused on the Hudson twins. "Steph, Cole, your mother is the Rachel Berry!"
"I thought you were Rachel Berry," said Anna Maria, smirking.
Julia ignored her. "Your mother has had years of success on Broadway and is now an acclaimed actress slash producer and one of the best in the business. Only second to my fathers! Because, as we all know, my daddies are amazing at everything!" More eye rolls.
She then turned to Trey and Anna Maria. "Not only do the two of you have mothers with astounding voices, but you also have parents who are so good at dancing that they now own their own studio, teaching people of all ages all kinds of steps and even offering private choreography! The potential is in you; you've just got to harness it!"
Neither looked impressed as Julia looked at Cameron. "And the country strength of your father combined with the R&B stylings of your mother practically make you a potential aficionado!"
She was looking at the group as a whole now, and she was so inspired at this point that she may as well have been in a Captain Morgan stance on the cafeteria table. "We owe this, not only to our parents, but also to ourselves, to prove our worth in the musical scene and keep all of our family legacies alive!"
"Are we supposed to applaud now?" Anna Maria asked dryly. Julia completely deflated in her seat.
"A.M., cool it," said Cameron.
"Oh, so you're nice to her."
"Julia," said Trey, stopping the potential argument, "it's not that we don't appreciate our parents and their talents, but…we don't have that in common with them."
"Yeah," agreed Steph softly, not wanting to hurt her feelings, "we shouldn't join just because our parents did. If we really weren't interested and ended up making it in somehow, wouldn't the group be hurt in the long run, anyway?"
Julia was silent for a second, then sighed, accepting defeat. "I guess so. I do admit that I feel a little foolish for my sudden passion."
"There's nothing wrong with passion," Cameron spoke up. "It's inspiring." The Hummel-Anderson girl smiled softly, appreciating what seemed to be pity from her friend.
Suddenly, a ringing cell-phone distracted them all.
"It's me," said Anna Maria, stopping them all from checking their own phones. She looked at the screen and said, "Oh, it's my mom!"
Before anyone could ask her which mom she meant, they got their answer when the girl spoke into the phone. "Hola Mami. ¿Cómo está usted?"
Definitely Santana. Poor Brittany could barely handle English.
"Hey honey," Santana Lopez's voice rang through the phone. "Listen, I need you to come by my office right after school today. It's very important."
"Oh…" the girl stumbled. "R-right after school?"
"Yeah, right af—damn it girl, did you get a detention again!"
Santana's voice was so loud that her daughter's friends heard her and began to snicker. Her daughter was quick to try to save face.
"Well, Mami, that dumb teacher—"
"Anna Maria, we've been through this!" her mother started. "The teachers won't know to use your full name on the first day; you can't just cuss them out!"
"SHE GOT A WEEK'S DETENTION!" a voice screamed from Anna Maria's end of the call.
"Shut the hell up, Evans!"
Santana just sighed. "Well, I guess I can push a few things around, but as soon as detention is over, you get up to my office…and bring Julia with you."
"Julia?" Anna Maria turned to the girl in question, who was shocked at being mentioned in the conversation.
"Yeah, she needs to be here too," said Santana with finality. "See you then."
The call disconnected, and on cue, the school bell rang, ending the first lunch block.
"Guess we'd better get to class," Cole announced, standing up.
"Yeah," agreed Anna Maria. She turned to Julia, who was still seated. "Meet me outside of the detention room after school."
Julia nodded softly; she was still a little embarrassed from her earlier statements and wasn't in a mood to speak. The group dispersed to their separate classes leaving the Hummel-Anderson girl alone to gather her things, until a voice stopped her briefly.
"Hey," Julia looked up to see that the voice belonged to Cameron. "You okay?"
"Yeah, I guess." By this time, the duo had left the cafeteria, and Cameron was following the girl to the bulletin board with the choir sign-up sheets pinned to it. "It was actually a little silly of me to expect you all to want to join just because our parents did." She began to cross her friends' names off of the list. As she prepared to put a line through "Cameron Evans," a soft hand grabbed her wrist.
"Keep mine up there."
A shocked Julia responded, "What?" She then paled. "Cam, listen. You don't have to try out…I appreciate your sad, yet impressively dramatic, attempt of pity. however, it is unwarranted."
"First off, don't ever mistake kindness for pity, Jules," said Cameron seriously. "Secondly, I really do want to try out. You were right: Our parents had a lot of fun in glee club, and…I don't actually mind singing."
"Really?" said Julia, walking away from the board to class.
As their conversation continued, neither noticed one of their friends walk to the board to rewrite their already-crossed-out name.
"Yeah," Cameron responded to Julia. "Actually…I do really enjoy music." He had a bashful expression on his face.
"You're hiding something!"
"Am not!"
"Tell me!"
"Okay…you remember when we were all five years old and our parents made us take dancing lessons at Tappin' Toes?" Cameron asked, referring to the dance studio owned by Mike Chang, Jr. and Brittany S. Pierce.
"Yes, I remember," pondered the girl. "While I love to sing, I will regretfully admit that dancing is not my forte."
"Yeah, well," Cameron continued, "remember how we all got tired of it and quit after a week?"
"Yes."
"Well…not all of us quit…"
Julia almost ran into the frame of the door as they entered the class that they shared, but she was in too much shock to notice the snickering of the other students.
"So…for the past," she did the quick math in her head, "ten years, you've been taking dance lessons from Mike and Brittany!"
"Every Saturday morning."
Then it hit her: "That's why you stay in on Saturday mornings? Not because of Jersey Shore: The Animated Series?"
The boy chuckled, "Honestly, I can't believe that you've all been falling for that."
Julia ignored his joke. "But why the secrecy? You clearly love to dance; otherwise, you wouldn't have been for ten years now!"
"Because every time someone mentions our parents and the glee club, the others get so annoyed. I just…didn't want to be that guy."
"And as someone who loves to hear glee stories, what does that say about me, Cameron Evans?" Julia asked, now offended.
After a beat, Cameron whispered, "I guess you're just stronger than me. To be honest, other than Brittany, Mike, my parents, and my dance class, I'm not really comfortable dancing in front of people."
"So are you sure you want to do glee club here?"
He nodded. "You really got me thinking at lunch. I meant what I said about your passion being an inspiration. You've got a courage that I really admire, and…I guess I'm ready to show who I really am."
"Cameron," Julia said, tearing up, "that is the nicest thing that anyone has ever said to me. And Barbra Streisand told me she liked my hair, so you know I mean it."
They both laughed, then looked towards the front of the room, noticing that the teacher had finally entered the room, apologizing because of an important phone call.
"Cam," Julia whispered, taking advantage of her last talking opportunity for the hour, "since you're still a little stage-shy, how about we make our audition into a duet? I've got an impressive repertoire, as you know!"
"Sounds great."
The first day of school was finally over, and Steph Hudson, who stayed after school for a few minutes to pick up a form for the volleyball team, was walking up to the Cadillac Escalade owned by her and her brother. As she approached the vehicle, Steph noticed her brother in the driver's seat completely knocked out. Seeing her weary brother, the young girl did what any loving sister would do in this situation.
Because why wouldn't a loving sister promptly open the door of the vehicle and loudly honk the horn to angrily awake her brother?
"You're an ass…" Cole seethed, now wide awake.
"And I'm also driving." She got out of the way so that Cole could walk around to the other side. Soon they were on their way home.
"You know," the sister began, a little cautiously, "maybe Cameron was right earlier…about talking to Dad about the football thing."
"Yeah maybe," he quickly responded, clearly ready to change the subject.
"And…while you're being honest with him…"
"Would you stop that!"
"Stop what?"
"Bringing that up!" he screamed. "We're not discussing this. I'm not telling him about that."
"But Cole—"
"Just drop it!"
Whatever secrets Cole Hudson was hiding, today was clearly not the day that they'd be revealed.
In the waiting room of an impressive political office building, the receptionist Amy watched subtly from behind her desk with a smile as the two men in front of her were enjoyably playing with each other's fingers while giggling like middle-schoolers. Suddenly, Anna Maria and Julia entered the room.
"Hey Amy," the Latina said. "My mom wanted to see me about something."
"Hi Anna Maria. Just have a seat over there." Amy pointed to the empty seats next to the two men.
"Gross!" Anna Maria shrieked. "Parents being romantic! Amy, where's the trash can? I gotta barf."
Blaine Hummel-Anderson separated from his husband with an immediate blush of embarrassment, having forgotten that there were others in the room. His husband, Kurt, on the other hand, stuck his tongue out at his daughter's friend.
"Well, I think it is very sweet!" Julia gushed, kissing each of her fathers on the cheek. "Hi daddies!"
"Hi sweetheart," Blaine replied, still embarrassed.
"What are you two doing here?" asked Kurt.
"Santana called A.M. at school; she wanted to meet with us. You too?"
Kurt nodded in the affirmative as Amy the receptionist ended her phone call.
"Excuse me," she said to the group, "Senator Lopez will see you now."
"Never thought I'd ever hear that," Kurt grumbled with a smile as Anna Maria led them to her mother's office.
After a knock, the girl opened the door to find Santana Lopez at her desk in an attractive pantsuit actively filling out papers. Sitting on her desk in a dress was her girlfriend Brittany, looking at her lovingly. The foursome then noticed that the room was also full of cameramen, photographers, and news media.
"Hey moms," Anna Maria greeted suspiciously. "What's going on?"
"You'll find out in about an hour," she responded, standing up. "In the meantime, call your friends and make sure they're watching the Channel 7 News at 5."
The Evans family had invited the Changs over for dinner that night. Currently, Sam Evans and Mike Chang were at the kitchen table discussing football as their wives Mercedes and Tina were working on dinner when two young children entered the room angrily.
"Mama!" the curly-haired thirteen-year-old girl with light brown skin yelled at Mercedes, "Trey and Froggy Lips took the TV from us!"
Sam stopped talking and immediately covered his mouth. His wife smiled sympathetically before turning to his daughter.
"What did I tell you about that nickname, young lady?"
The girl remembered and frowned guiltily, "It hurts Daddy's feelings too." She went to hug her father apologetically.
"She's right though," the young Asian boy, also thirteen, stated. "We were watching Jersey Shore: The Animated Series when they came in and turned on the news!"
"I'll go check it out," Tina volunteered, going into the living room with the two young children at her heels. "Hey guys, Lucy and Tyler say that they were here first; it that true?"
"Well, yeah Mom," Trey started, "but we got a text from A.M., and she said that Aunt Santana's gonna be on the news. Apparently, it's pretty big."
Tina looked at the T.V., and sure enough, a commercial for the five o'clock news had the Latina State Senator's picture on the screen above a caption that read "BIG ANNOUNCEMENT FROM THE STATE SENATE!"
"Wonder what that's about," Tina pondered.
"Dunno," supplied Cameron. "Neither did Anna Maria. All we know is that it's so big that there's news people there."
"And she invited the Hummel-Andersons to watch," added Trey.
"Hey guys, come in here!" Tina yelled towards the kitchen. As the adults entered the room, Lucy Evans and Tyler Chang frowned having lost the battle (but not the war) against their evil older siblings.
"What's up, Doc?" quipped Sam.
"Santana's making an announcement." Tina pointed to the television as her son turned up the volume.
At the Hudson household, Cole called out from the living room, "Guys, it's on!"
Rachel Berry Hudson emerged from the dining room as her daughter and husband, Finn, entered from the den. All were eager for this "BIG ANNOUNCEMENT."
"What do you think it is?" asked Rachel.
"Knowing Santana," began Finn, "the legalization of marijuana."
Rachel playfully hit him as the news anchor began to speak, and Steph turned up the volume.
"…Thanks Karen," Alicia Cobb, the anchor covering the news story, said to her partner at the desk. "I'm here in downtown Cincinnati with State Senator Santana Lopez, who after four long years of secret planning, has spearheaded the charge for an important bill that will pass in Ohio upon the final signature, which will be given by the Senator herself."
Alicia Cobb turned to Santana, who was standing proudly next to her. "So, Senator Lopez, what is this bill?"
"Well, Barbie," she began, proud of the fact that she just combined a serious moment with an admittedly cheap joke, "once I sign this paper, gays and lesbians will be free to marry in the state of Ohio."
A loud murmur of surprise erupted, and those who emitted negative murmurs were immediately escorted out by Santana's hired guards. Alicia Cobb eventually regained control of the interview.
"Now, Senator, how did a bill as monumental is this stay a secret for so long?" the reported inquired.
"I have family in Lima Heights Adjacent, all of whom are willing to 'take care' of any squealers."
The room of people all laughed, except for Brittany, Anna Maria, and the Hummel-Andersons, all of whom could easily believe that Santana Lopez would blackmail the government.
"Senator, isn't it a little unorthodox for the passing of this law? Wouldn't this go to the governor?"
"It already has," Santana confirmed. "Like I said: Lima…Heights…Adjacent."
More laughter. The poor unassuming fools.
After a few more preliminary questions, Alicia Cobb decided to end the suspense. "Well, Senator Lopez, without further ado, let's make history!"
Santana was secretly a little annoyed by the interviewer's Rachel-Berry-esque pep but was at least grateful for her tolerance. As Santana took a seat at her desk, Alicia Cobb chose to stand next to the cameramen, preferring to not be in the way of the moment.
There was silence as the Senator raised her pen at her desk. To her left was a beaming Brittany, bouncing on the balls of her heels. To her right, her equally proud daughter stood with a surprising display of emotion.
The paper was signed. The pen was set down. Applause filled the room.
"And there you have it, ladies and gentlemen!" spoke Alicia Cobb above the applause. "Gay marriage is officially legal in the state of Ohio!" She turned to Santana, who appeared next to her once more. "Any final words, Senator?"
"Yes." Santana grabbed Brittany's hand and pulled her into the shot. The blonde waved shyly at the camera.
"This," announced Santana to all of Ohio, "is Brittany S. Pierce: co-owner of the Tappin' Toes Dance Studio, a wonderful mother to our daughter Anna Maria, and the woman I love." They both smiled as the Latina continued. "Ever since I got into politics, I told myself that I would never marry until I could marry in my home state. And now that I can…" She paused to reach into her jacket pocket and pulled out a beautiful wedding ring. "Brittany…will you marry me?"
Brittany once again bounced on the balls of her feet happily as she nodded her acceptance. Anna Maria was even crying into Julia's shoulder with glee.
At least…that's what Kurt and Blaine would later tell everyone.
The Latina girl denied everything.
And she later almost got arrested for hunting down and punching the cameraman who caught her weeping on tape.
But that's another story.
"Well, this is truly a day to remember in Ohio's history!" announced Alicia Cobb proudly. "Congratulations Senator Lopez and Ms. Pierce, and congratulations to all of the gays and lesbians of our great state! We'll be covering this story in our next hour, but for now, back to you, Karen!"
At the Hudson house…
"This is incredible," Cole whispered.
"Look at Uncle Kurt! He's so happy!" Steph pointed out her crying uncle on the television. Kurt and Blaine had married in New York on a New Years' Eve several years prior, but that did not diminish their pride and excitement.
Finn turned to his weeping wife. "You okay, Rach?" he asked softly.
She nodded, "I…I…I've got to go call my dads."
Rachel smiled on her way out, and Finn followed her, knowing that Rachel would not be understandable through the phone and her own tears.
"You okay, bro?" Steph looked at her brother. He was normally soft-spoken anyway, but his words after Santana's proposal were his first since the program began.
"It's just…so incredible," the boy repeated, taking his sister's hand.
At the Evans house…
"And Satan takes a wife!"
Punch
"Ouch! Lucy!"
"That's what you get, Cam!" Lucy Evans would not let anyone badmouth her favorite aunt.
"Your sister's right, buddy," said Sam, who was now holding four wine glasses. Mike was behind him with a bottle of champagne. "It's time to celebrate!"
"So we can have some wine too then?" asked Cameron.
"Hell no."
"This is serious, you guys!" Tina insisted.
"Yeah," added Mike. "One of our closest friends is responsible for one of the most remarkable and soon to be talked about changes in American history!"
"Mike, honey, Tina was talking about the engagement; we have a wedding to plan!" Mercedes and Tina squealed happily, soon joined by Lucy. The men just scoffed.
Hours later, between the six- and ten o'clock news hours, the Lopez-Pierce and Hummel-Anderson families were lounging in Santana's office. Over the past few hours, private interviews had been filmed with Brittany and Anna Maria, representing Santana's family, and Julia, Kurt, and Blaine, representing supporters of the gay community. The cameramen and their respective reporters were either having dinner or in the waiting room, as the Senator had asked for some privacy before the ten o'clock interviews.
Despite the good mood of the evening, however, there was a war going on inside.
"No. I. Did. Not!"
"Anna Maria," Julia said soothingly, "there is nothing wrong with showing a little emotion! Your mothers are getting married! It's okay to shed some more tears of joy!"
"I didn't cry, you little hobbit," grumbled Anna Maria.
"Then why is the front of Julia's blouse stained?" asked Kurt, pointing to the tearstains on his daughter's shirt.
"Because your daughter is a sexual freak."
"Really? Us too!"
"Brittany!"
"What?"
"Okay seriously, where's that damn trash can? I'm gonna barf for real this time."
And there's the end of Chapter 1 of DynamiX! I'm honestly surprised that it got this long. Guess that's what happens when you start writing. (Seriously, the entire Brittana thing was totally on the fly.) Can't promise that the others will be as long, though.
Side Note: I'll be perfectly honest. I don't know squat about politics. I hate politics. With a fiery burning passion. They're dirty and disgusting. So there's an 80 percent chance that I fudged the legal system to make gay marriage legal. But as I know nothing about politics, I honestly have no idea if I fudged it or not. I'll just assume that I did, accept it, and move on with my life.
Side Note 2: Please give me some song suggestions for future chapters! My musical knowledge is somewhat limited, and for the purposes of this story and my own general knowledge, I'd like to expand. And don't forget to review!
In the Next Chapter: Buchanan High's glee club, Vocal DynamiX, is introduced as some of the group prepares to try out.