I know, I know...new story...lol BUT IT'S GLEE!!! Who doesn't love Glee? And don't lie, because you wouldn't be reading this if you didn't love it!
So, this is a Puck/OC/Finn story. And yeah...it's another MM story...what else would I be writing??? It is somewhat AU. Same storyline except from this point on. So nothing has changed up until this point. And you will have no idea who I choose to stay with the OC until the end...no, not even any hints.
Story Summary: Tyler, moves in with Finn when his own house burns down. Luckily, nobody was harmed. His parents live in a hotel temporarily, but they didn't want Tyler to miss as much school as he would have missed if he stayed with him, so they sent him to Lima to live with his mother's best friend and her son. Once there, Tyler realizes that he has a great singing voice, enough to try out for Glee Club.
Pairings: Puck/OC/Finn, Rachel/Jessie, Kurt/OC, Will/Emma, and mentions of Rachel/Finn. Finn/Quinn, Quinn/Puck and Rachel/Puck. And if you want to know who I picture as Tyler, go to my profile page and there should be a link to a picture of him.
Chapter Title: "Brand New Day" by Drama Club
Songs Used In This Chapter:
Disclaimer: I DON'T OWN GLEE OR ANY OF IT'S CHARACTERS, EVENTS, OR SETTINGS. I ONLY OWN TYLER, HIS FAMILY, AND WHAT HAPPENS FROM HERE ON OUT. I ALSO DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE SONGS USED IN ANY OF THESE CHAPTERS, THEY BELONG TO THEIR RIGHTFUL OWNERS, WHO I WILL GIVE CREDIT TO AT THE BEGINNING OF EACH CHAPTER THEY ARE USED.
Y'all ready? LET'S GET STARTED!
G L E E
Everybody always wants more. But is that really a bad thing; wanting something that you can't have? I'm pretty sure I've been doing that my entire life. Whether it was wanting the most expensive video games, or wanting to be with a straight guy; I went through it all. I can't have my old home because it burned down a few weeks ago. I can't be with my family because I would miss a lot of school while we were looking for a permanent place to live. I can't be with my friends back in California because I'm here in Lima, Ohio, about to live with my mother's best friend. I can't be straight because I wasn't born that way. All of this stuff, I have to move on from because they're not going to change, no matter how much I want them to.
On the way over, my mom's best friend, Carole Hudson, told me about her own life in Lima. Her son, Finn, was on the football team and the glee club. To me, those two things don't seem to really go together, but far be it for me to judge who he is. She also mentioned that she was dating a father of one of Finn's fellow glee club members. Apparently, his son had helped her become more fashion conscious. He did some good work, because she looked incredibly pretty with her chestnut brown hair in a somewhat asymmetrical haircut, a aqua-colored sweater over a plain white shirt, and straight-legged dark-wash jeans with the tip of her open-toed shoes peeking out from underneath the bottom of them.
And as I exited the slightly beat up mini van, I looked around the neighborhood of my new home. It was quaint, and very quiet. Totally different from what I'm used to from living in California. I traded sun and surf for hicks and gray skies. Hopefully, it'll be better out here than it was back home.
Don't get me wrong, I had good friends, but everybody else pretty much conspired against me just for being gay. You might think that California is this open place where everybody accepts you for being different, but not in my town. My town was even smaller than Lima, and that's saying something.
Entering the house, I was hit instantaneously by what seemed like the smell of Febreeze. She must have cleaned up a little before I got here.
"Home, sweet home." she exclaimed as she dropped her keys in a tray near the door. "Follow me, I'll show you to the room."
She led me to an average-sized room at the end of the hallway.
"And Tyler, you can share this room with Finn. It should be big enough for the two of you." the slightly short brunette woman told me as she motioned toward the open door. It was empty, so I looked at the alarm clock that sat on a nightstand next to one of the two full-sized beds. It was still only 4:45. Finn should have been home by now, I would think. "You can go ahead and unpack if you feel like. Finn should be here pretty soon."
"Thank you so much, Ms. Hudson. I really appreciate you letting me stay here." I thanked gratefully, fully knowing that having one teenage boy was enough, but two? That could be a potential nightmare waiting to happen.
"No problem, Tyler. You can stay for as long as you want." she said with a sweet smile before leaving me alone in the foreign bedroom. I decided to unpack just the necessities so that Finn's room wouldn't feel as foreign to him as it was to me. All of clothes stayed inside of my bag, or at least what was left of them. Most of my clothes got incinerated along with the house, but I had enough to survive a week without washing. Luckily, both my iPod and laptop weren't destroyed in the fire. I decided to set my laptop up to my new router later on rather than make me, a total stranger to the rest of the inhabitants of this house, seem as if I owned the place.
In fact, I felt like an intruder in this house, and I'm sure it felt that way to Ms. Hudson, also, even if she wouldn't admit to anyone. God, what must Finn be thinking about all of this? He has a complete and total stranger moving into his room until God-knows-when, staying in his space, eating his food, breathing his air. I'm hoping he's not very territorial, because that could make for a very uncomfortable stay here.
Finn and I go way back, though. In fact, I used to live in Lima. It's just that it was too far back for me to remember. I was a little older than four years old before we moved to Manderelle, California. From what I was told, Finn and I used to play with each other every chance we got. I even brought a picture of us to show Finn for kicks.
I pulled it out from the small pocket on the side of my bag. I was staring dumbfounded at the camera with mud all over my hands and Finn was sitting down next to me, smiling while he looked at me. I looked on the back of the photo for the date. Turns out he was almost four and I had just turned three. I smirked at the image before placing the photo on the desk next to my bed and finished unpacking everything necessary.
Feeling the sudden need to go check myself in the mirror, I searched for the bathroom. It ended up being a little further down the hall. It was a nice bathroom, though. White tiled-floor with pale blue walls. It even had the shower separate from the bathtub. Don't let the looks of the house fool you; it was pretty nice on the inside.
I shrugged it off and rotated myself so that I would face the mirror image of myself in the medicine cabinet over the sink. My almond-colored eyes had shown discomfort, and I knew that it was from the situation I was in. Wouldn't you be if you were starting a whole new life practically overnight?
I fixed my muddy brown hair and patted down my olive-colored shirt and exited the bathroom to go meet Carole in the living room, where she was staring idly at the television while a Tampon commercial played. Every woman in the commercial was happy; dancing and laughing like it were their wedding day and they had too much too drink. Please. I know girls well enough to know that when they are on their period, they are definitely not peppy and upbeat. Nor do they wear a lot of white. Hell, if I were bleeding internally and it was slowly exiting my body the most awkward way possible, I would want to be locked up in my room all day eating Ben N Jerry's and watching reruns of "True Blood" on HBO. Yes, the irony was a lame joke; don't judge. I can be very lame, so just you wait.
"Hi." I greeted awkwardly from behind the couch she was sitting in. "I'm all done in there."
"Settled in okay?" she asked, looking up from the television to meet my gaze.
"Yes ma'am." One thing you'll eventually learn is that I'm a people person. I love making people happy, but that rarely ever gives me time to be happy. You might call it being selfless, but I call it a curse. But being polite is always a nice trait to have. People always thought of you as kind, which was pretty much who I was. I've never done anything to hurt anybody, nor am I planning on ever doing so.
"Oh, enough of that ma'am business, Tyler. Makes me feel old," she grinned jokingly, causing me to smile back at her. "You can call me Carole; I really don't mind." That took me aback somewhat. She's the person who took me in, so isn't it disrespectful to casually call her by her first name. But I guess if she felt it were okay, then I guess it's fine. She must have noticed how I was feeling about it because she restated how it was okay to call her that.
"Umm...so what are you watching?" I asked curiously, desperately trying to avoid actually ahving to call her by her first name.
"Oh, just 'Deadliest Catch.' Burt got me into it." Burt would be her boyfriend; Burt Hummel, and from what I hear, she's pretty head-over-heels for him, which is great because she lost her husband before I was even born, so that's great that she found somebody else to share her life with.
After watching it for a bit, I got bored. Not really my type of show. I prefer teen dramas. I know, I'm a complete girl. But if you saw me, you probably wouldn't even be able to tell that I'm gay, or at least that's what I hear from people. "By the way, Burt and his son, Kurt, are going to take us out to dinner to welcome you to Lima." Carole smiled sweetly, her eyes still fixated on the screen.
"Oh, he doesn't have to do all--"
"No, it's fine. You deserve a warm welcome. It's not anything fancy, anyway. It's a place called 'Leo's Pizza Parlor." I didn't like the idea of complete strangers buying me anything. Hell, I don't even like my family paying for me. That's because I'm not really familiar with the idea of relying on others. Don't let this get out, but I've never had a relationship. Hell, I've never even had my first kiss. I know that it's weird at my age, and definitely uncommon. Everybody around me is having a very consistent sex life, and I haven't even had one kiss yet. Well, unless you call me practicing how to kiss in the crook of my elbow.
After the show ended, I got up to head back to Finn's room and laid on my bed and turned my iPod on. I hit 'shuffle' and the music flooded my ears. I felt my eyes getting heavy, but completely ignored it. Before I knew it, I was asleep.
G L E E
I woke up to the harsh sound of something falling onto the hard wooden flooring, causing me to jump.
"Sorry..." a guy with dark hair styled up and a red graphic tee over a white long-sleeve shirt. His facial expression was both sheepish and apologetic. He almost seemed nervous on what would happen.
"No problem. I didn't really mean to fall asleep, anyway." I said, sitting up and rubbing the back of my head while the other hand put my iPod on the desk. There was a nightstand between our beds, but I decided to give him as much space as possible, hoping not to be a nuisance. "You must be Finn. I'm Tyler." I introduced myself, looking at the rosy-cheeked teenager as his look of nervousness turned more subtle and into a kinder one. He smiled, one side of his mouth higher than the other, making a cute sideways grin. Okay, I can't be thinking that way. I'll be rooming with him for an unknown period of time; there can't be any attraction toward him. Plus, he's straight! He even had a fucking pregnancy scare.
"Finn, I'm yeah...I mean..." his face turned into a cute, yet goofy, look of self-realization of what he had said. I chuckled lightly, dismissing the verbal mistake.
"So I hear you play football and you're part of the glee club," I said, attempting to start a conversation with a guy I haven't seen in over 13 years. "That must be hard to juggle both."
"I don't know, I guess..." he replied, leaving an awkward pause between us. I just kind of lost my gaze among the various aspects of the rest of the room.
"Boys, Burt and Kurt are here." Ms. Hudson called out from the living room shortly before the front door closed.
"I wonder what they're doing here..." Finn mumbled, talking to no one in particular.
"Oh, I guess your mom didn't tell you. Apparently, we're going out to eat. Some sort of welcoming thing I couldn't want any less." I explained as I got up from the bed, my Vans making a soft noise against the floor.
"Oh...she didn't tell me..." Finn said, looking both confused and hurt for some reason.
"You okay?" I asked sympathetically, even though I didn't have a clue about the situation.
"Yeah, why?" he asked, dismissing whatever feelings he had at the moment.
"It's just that—uhh...we should...go...?" I decided to let the subject go, knowing well enough that Finn and I haven't known each other nearly long enough for personal heart-to-hearts. But if I'm lucky, we'll get to know each other better very soon...okay...dirty thoughts...they need to go away. It's time to put it all away and get on with the whole pizza thing.
G L E E
I met both the Hummel's, and they both seemed very nice. Burt, the father of Kurt, was quiet, yet very masculine, if that makes much sense. His son, however, was the exact opposite. He was flamboyant and he spoke up when needed to, but seemed out of place among the two other men at the table, so I engaged in conversation with him.
Turns out he's a sophomore like me and Finn, and he's also on the football team and glee. Although, it's rather hard to picture somebody like Kurt playing football, but I respect him for breaking the cycle like that. And from what he's told me, he's pretty good. He scored the winning point for the the school's first winning game in a long time. Does it really matter if the team needed Beyonce choreography to win?
G L E E
We made it back around 7 o' clock. I appreciated tonight, and made sure that Burt knew how much every chance I got. Finn and I both headed to the bedroom to play video games. A little bit of Call of Duty, and a couple games of Madden later, we got bored and stopped playing.
"Hey, it's your first night here; you should get to know some more people. How about you go with me to the bowling alley tonight? The entire glee club will be there, so there will be plenty of people to get to know." he grinned widely, making me flush softly as I helped put away the game system. "What do you say?"
"Sure, why not?" I said, gesturing for no particular reason, getting nervous at the thought of it all. Don't get me wrong, it sounds fun, but I'm not great in social situations. I usually get nervous and quiet if I don't pay attention. "Sounds fun."
Hope you guys liked the first chapter. I know it's not much, but next chapter should be fun. Mark Salling finally appears, which will be the highlight of the chapter in my opinion lol. Please tell me what you think; I'll love you forever :) 3