a/n: Hello everyone! Just wanted to say, I've never done a trans/genderfluid character before. Madeline/Matthew is based off of my observances of polygender people as well as what I experience myself (I'm genderfluid)
Thanks everyone, r&r please!
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"Madeline today, birdie?" Gilbert Beilschmidt asked the blonde junior standing next to him.
"Oui, please," Madeline Williams blushed, swirling her red and white polka dotted dress. "Papa even noticed, but because I've been Matthew for so long he didn't know what to do."
Gilbert smiled. "You look beautiful today."
"You say that every day Gil!"
Grinning, the silver-haired senior threw an arm around his genderfluid friend. "That is cause you always are!"
With a giggle, Madeline shook her head of curls. "You gonna audition for the musical? It's Phantom of the Opera."
"Ksekseksekse nein, I really do not sing birdie."
"That is because you cannot sing, Gilbert." A sharp, taunting voice spit out the name from behind the friends. A brunette senior gave them a smirk when they turned. "And queer," she added, sneering at Madeline, "Put your redneck jeans back on."
Madeline blushed as Gilbert took a menacing step forward. "Shut your damn mouth Erzabeta Hedervary. Just because Roderich treats you like hell does not mean you can hurt mein birdie."
Giggling, Erzabeta asked "What, are you in love with the queer?"
Clenching his fists, Gilbert took a few more steps toward her before the chorus teacher looked into the hall and said "Is everything okay out here?"
Gilbert nodded, grabbing Madeline and dragging her after him into the chorus room.
"We would be interested in auditioning for the musical," the senior announced.
"Oh? Would you now?" The chorus teacher turned to the pair. Madeline looked about ready to cry, while Gilbert was glaring angrily out the door. "All you'll have to do is sing a song for me."
Madeline sat down on the risers. "I'd rather just be a chorus girl," she sighed, pulling a bow out of her short hair. "Gil? I think I'll go back to Matthew now."
Gilbert nodded slowly. "Alright birdie."
The chorus teacher, a short, plump woman, looked expectantly at the pair. "Is everything okay?" she asked again.
Both nodded, then Gilbert cleared his throat and sang a quick, ancient Prussian hymn.