hey everybody. (: here's another new story! yay! so, this is a glee fanfiction [obviously, right? (:] and it's about a girl named Bianca. so, read and review because i really like the character of bianca, and i'd be really sad if no one like her but me. ): anyway, so r&r, yada, yada, yada. hahahahahaha. (: thanks guys! oh, ps, it's not as long as i'd like it too be, but i was sort of running out of things for her to do. XD so, hopefully the following chapters will be longer.
My grandmother and I had just moved into the neighborhood. It was a nice neighborhood; the houses were nice, but not too nice. The neighbors were really friendly, and I met almost everyone from school at the same time. They had seen the moving truck and had all come out to say hello. "I'm Bianca Simmons." I said, shaking the tallest boys hand, since he looked to be the leader. "It's nice to meet you all."
"It's nice to meet you, too." The tallest boy said. "I'm Finn, by the way. This is my brother Kurt, Mercedes, Puck, and Quinn." Finn said, introducing everyone. I shook their hands, and invited them all in for something to drink. "Wow, cool house." Finn said, walking around the mostly empty house looking at all the walls.
"Yeah, just wait until I design the inside." I said, smiling.
"You design too?" Kurt asked surprised. "You'll have to come over to the house so I can show you some ideas and stuff!" He added, getting up and pulling Puck and Mercedes out the door. Quinn got up and followed, but Finn sat at the table waiting for me.
"Of course, that sounds like fun." I yelled, smiling. "I just have to check on my grandma real quick, hold on." I ran up the stairs into the bedroom that my grandma was making into her room. "Grandma, I'm just going to be right next door, okay? If you need me, just call or come over and get me."
"Bianca, sweetie, I'm not that old." My grandma said, winking at me. "I've got these strong moving men to help me. You go have fun with your friends." She set down her wallpaper samples and kissed me on the forehead.
I kissed her cheek and went back down stairs. I tripped and almost fell on the ground, but Finn was there to catch me. "Thanks." I said, looking up into his eyes.
"No problem." He said, setting me back on my feet. "Come on, I'll show you the house." He said, taking my hand and walking me across the yard. We walked in the house and Finn introduced me to his mom, since Kurt's dad was at the shop. "Everyone else is down here." He said leading me into the basement, which I found out was Kurt's room.
Kurt and Puck were sitting on his bed, Mercedes and Quinn were holding hands on the floor, and I saw there was just enough room on the couch for Finn and me to sit on. Kurt handed me a sketch book. "Here, go ahead and look through this. Our houses are pretty much the same, so everything I have in there will work for yours."
"Thanks, Kurt." I said, smiling and looking through the book. There was some fantastic stuff in there, like animal print and Harry Potter; all of it was beautiful. "Can I take this home with me?" I asked, not looking up from the book.
"Of course, you only live right next door." Kurt said, laughing. I stayed with them the rest of the night, and into the wee hours of the morning. Puck was the only one that had to 'go home' at a certain time, and that was only because Mr. Hummel had come home. He came back about 20 minutes later when we all could distinctly hear slight moaning from upstairs. "Gross." Kurt murmured as he turned on his stereo.
I looked at the clock on Kurt's bedside table and noticed that it was about 3 in the morning. "Jeez, I have to get home!" I said. "My grandmother must be worried and I was supposed to fix dinner tonight." I got up and began walking to the door. "I'll see you guys at school tomorrow."
"Bianca, wait. Let me walk you over." Finn said, standing up and following me up the stairs.
"Finn, it's just next door." I said, smiling.
"I know. I just want to make sure you get home safely. You never know who or what is walking around out here at this time of night." He said, opening the door for me.
"Well, thanks." I said, walking next to him as he walked me to my house. We walked in silence the few feet left and he stood behind me while I unlocked the door. "I had a really fun time with you tonight, Finn. And everyone else too."
"I had fun with you too." He said smiling. "You can come over again tomorrow if you want. You know, after school."
"I'll be there." I said, smiling. "Good night Finn." I added, closing the door.
"Good night Bianca, sweet dreams." He said, waving and walking across the short span between our houses.
I walked upstairs into the room my grandmother had been working on earlier. I noticed that she lay in the bed, so I covered her up with one of the blankets on her floor, kissed her cheek, and left the room. I walked down to where the kitchen was and saw that they had already gotten the refrigerator installed, and grandma had left me some chicken.
I ate the chicken, put my dishes in the sink for tomorrow, and walked downstairs where my grandmother and the moving men must have already started forming a bedroom for me. I smiled and changed into my pajamas, noting that I'd have to thank her in the morning. I crawled into bed and instantly fell asleep. I hadn't noticed how tired I was until my head had hit my pillow.
I didn't dream that night, but that was good compared to the nights I dreamt about my parents. It's not that I didn't miss them, because I did. Everyone with dead and/or missing parents misses them. It's just that I dreamt about what could have happened to them or what was happening to them.
Grandma woke me up in the morning, telling me that she had made me breakfast and that I needed to get up so I wouldn't be late for school. "It probably wouldn't make a very good first impression on your new friends if you were late to hang out with them." She said, walking up the stairs.
