Kay guys, so I know this chapter took a while to get out. (Really really sorry) But it needed some serious fine-tuning , because it had some silly uneeded details. Also, thank you SO much to those of you who read it and favorited it. It means the world to me. Enjoy!
DISCLAIMER I don't own Glee. Or Dalton and Cp Coulter's OCs.
Taylor hummed as she poured the batter into the pan. Pancakes always made her feel at home, and she figured some of the boys might enjoy a normal breakfast; apparently only Kurt knew how to cook.
"What's that smell?" Wes asked as he strolled into the kitchen. Taylor froze for a moment, a blush creeping across her cheeks.
"Oh. Uh… just making breakfast, you know-no big deal," She said dismissively, reeling inside and trying not grin like an idiot.
"Oh. Can I have one?" he asked reaching for a pancake.
Taylor laughed. "Go ahead. I've got plenty."
She watched as he grabbed a pancake and bit into it. His eyes widened and he stared at the pancake he was gripping in his right hand.
"Is something wrong?" she asked nervously. Did she cook it well enough? Had she used enough sugar? You can't just go and give hot guys bad food.
"This…is…amazing. Like, good enough to rival Kurt's cookies." he said, his mouth full of pancake and chocolate.
"Did we hear cookies? Magic cookies?" the Twins asked as they wandered in, grinning in unison.
"More like magic pancakes," Wes said, shoving the plate at them.
The Tweedles each took a pancake, and began to eat, reacting in a way nearly identical to Wes.
"Magic Pancakes!"
"Can we keep these?"
"Can we keep you?"
Taylor laughed, and Wes smiled. She really was beautiful, especially when she laughed. She just seemed so happy, like there was nothing that could bring her down.
"Save some for the others Tweedles," Taylor said, blush fading, as she pulled the plate away from them.
"What's going on?" Dwight asked as he wandered into the kitchen with Chazz and David.
"Who made-Oomph!" David's eyes widened as the twins stuffed a whole pancake in his mouth.
"Holy crap," he said staring at the pancake in hand. Wes and the Twins looked at him as if to say I know right?
"Delicious," agreed Charlie, slightly grudgingly.
"These aren't haunted are they?" asked Dwight doubtfully as he prodded a pancake.
" Last I checked," Taylor sniggered, trying and failing not to laugh.
Finally Kurt and Reed entered the kitchen, both of them looking very sleepy. They were both greeted in much the same way as David, with a pancake shove in the mouth.
Reed fell over, and, blushing furiously, said," These are amazing!" He looked to Kurt, who was chewing thoughtfully.
"Pretty good. Did you melt the chocolate before you cooked them?" He said as he sat next to Taylor. She laughed.
"Yeah. My mom used to do it that way when I was little…and when she…she passed away I made them for my little brothers," She said, finishing quietly. Everyone else grew quiet at this too, and heard Dwight murmur under his breath, "Why must ALL delicious baked goods carry dark spirits?"
"I had to do about the same thing… for my dad, I mean. He can't cook to save his life," Kurt said rolling his eyes.
Taylor smiled slightly, and reached over to give Kurt a hug. He stiffened slightly, and then returned the hug gently. Their eyes met and Taylor realized that maybe, for once in her life, she was no longer alone.
Later that afternoon, Taylor peered down the stairwell, making sure the coast was clear. She tiptoed down the steps and, looking around the corner, dashed through the hall and up to one of the spare bedrooms, pulling out of her bag a small, shiny key and unlocking the door. She turned and closed the door swiftly behind her. She leaned heavily against the door and sighed, turning after a few moments and rummaging within her duffel bag.
Wes, coming down the stairs reading a stack of papers, heard a clatter and looked up in time to see the swish of a long brown ponytail and a large duffel bag disappear throught the door of one of the spare bedrooms. Frowning, he walked quietly up to the door and put his ear against it. He heard the straining beats of a song seep through the door, but not enough to be recognized.
Slowly, steadily he eased the door open. Upon walking in, he gave a quiet gasp. The entire room had been remodeled, so that it now resembled a small auditorium/dance studio, complete with mirrors, a barre, a stage, and a few rows of chairs for a nonexistent audience. The room smelled like new paint, and was about three times larger than any normal dorm.
So hold your head up girl and you'll go far
In the middle of the stage danced a girl, her long dark hair pulled back into a ponytail and wearing clothes Wes had seen Katherine wear when she practiced. The girl hadn't noticed his arrival, and he snuck quietly into the back row of chairs
Listen to me when i say
I'm beautiful in my way
'Cause God makes no mistakes
I'm on the right track baby
I was born this way...
She continued to dance, bending and twisting so fast she was a blur. She was pushing so hard, pouring soul into every chasé, every pirouette. You could feel the emotion with her.
Don't hide yourself in regret
By this time, Wes wasn't the only one watching. At the door stood Kurt, Reed, David, and Blaine. Wes didn't notice them, too entranced by Taylor to see anything else.
"He's starstruck," sniggered Kurt as his eyes flicked to Wes.
"Tell me about it," muttered David.
"But she is really good," offered Reed as they watched Taylor perform a triple pirouette.
Just love yourself and you're set
I'm on the right track baby
I was born this way
I was born this way hey!
Taylor finished, sliding into center splits with her arms in a V. Wes sat shell-shocked for a moment, and then began to clap. Taylor jumped and looked up, startled.
"What the- oh Wes it's you," she said, sighing in relief and standing up. "You aren't supposed to know about this."
"About what?"
"This," she said, gesturing around the room as she walked towards him. "It was supposed to be my little practice room. So no one else could watch," she said with a small bitter smile.
"You don't mind do you? Me watching?" He asked, grabbing her hand gently and pulling her down next to him. She squeezed his hand.
"Of course not," she said with a smile. "I like having people watch." she shrugged. "But I have to be in disguise…"
"Why?" his brown eyes pleaded with her, and she almost did tell him. But she caught herself and sighed, leaning against him. Wes smiled as she said. "Maybe someday." she looked up at him, and said, "Do you get the feeling…?"
"That we've met before?" he laughed. "Yeah I kinda do. But maybe it's just a coincidence," he said smiling at her. She grinned wearily back.
I was born this way hey!
I'm on the right track baby
I was born this way hey!
Outside, Reed was barely containing his giggles. "They're almost as sickeningly adorable as the two of you," David muttered to Kurt, who in turn glared at David.
"We aren't that bad," said Blaine, looking lovingly at Kurt and reaching for his hand as Reed burst into another fit of giggles.
David, still being glared at by Kurt, continued "Initiation tonight, right?" looking from Kurt to Blaine to Reed.
"Oh yes," said a voice behind him.
"And it's going to be a whole of a lot of fun."
They all turned to see both Twins standing before them grinning, holding two bulging sacks full of what seemed to be colored plastic balls. More of them sat on the stairs.
"Are you sure she needs all this?" asked Blaine, eying them apprehensively.
"Don't be such a stick in the mud!"
"She'll love it."
"You just watch."
And there you have it! Chapter 2! There will be more, I promise. I am really pleased with how the whole Weslor thing turned out… if you guys have any questions/comments/concerns i will be happy to look into them on tumblr. My name is just hkbishop. Thanks again guys!
