Hello Fanfictioners! It's me, again bringing you another possibly awful chapter of a Waitress called Rachel. Hold on, I'll just get this bit over with:
Disclaimer: Guess what, I own Glee- yes that's right I created the wondrous show that is Glee and would like to reveal my true identity- Barney Stinson!
At least, that's what happened in my dream yesterday.
I can just feel my Beta glaring…
Fine- RIB and Fox own Glee. Happy? Well you should be.
Oh and thanks to IloveHeartlandX for betaing and for writing amazing fics that you all would totally enjoy!
So yeah, enjoy this fic, with a way too predictable cheesy middle bit. Oh and I changed the words in the song a bit but I felt it needed it. I think the rhythm still works, though.
Enjoy:
Finn rubbed his hands together nervously. He had to make this speech perfect if he had any hope of making a show choir again. Rachael and he had spent hours on end looking through phone books, diaries and old year books to get all the ex-glee clubbers numbers. By the end of it all he had had real doubt about who would show up.
"Um, Hello." Was that a good way to start a speech? "I mean, hey. Hi, um, yeah hello."
He looked over the sea of faces, faces that had once been so familiar to him. "Look, I just thought I'd say that, well, we were a great choir- we were aces. And more than that we became real friends- and well, real enemies too. But I'm not going to focus on that. Sure there have been a few spats, fights, some boyfriend stealing and some other stuff…"
"Um, Finn- get to the not focusing bit." Rachael put in from the closest chair to the stage he was standing on.
"Oh, right yeah. Basically- the past is the past. And at the end of the day we are all still friends-ish. So why don't we, um, just, like sing again?" Finn felt like kicking himself- he had written out his speech, drafted it seven times, committed it to memory and read it to his boss, mates, grandmother and hamster in desperate attempt at perfection. And then, guess what, he'd forgotten it. Great.
"Sorry, Finn, but I have a life to get on with." Quinn stood up and slung her designer bag over her shoulder. She gave him a last apologetic smile through her deep red lips before pulling on her expensive shades and heading towards the exit.
"Yeah- I live in Texas now. This would never have worked." Santana put in, her voice sounding oddly western.
"See ya, bro." Puck said and stood up to leave, Mercedes, Kurt, Blaine, and Tina turned to follow. Artie and Rachel were the only two who didn't turn to leave.
"Wait!" Finn called after them, they turned to face him. "Hang on, we can't just give up- we're still all singers. We're still all friends. Come on, Mr Shue brought us all together all those years ago so that we could do what we love with other people. It was never about the competitions and being centre stage- it wasn't even about enduring the taunts and slushies' that followed, it was about finding friends and expressing yourself to them. Friends for life. And from what I can see, life goes on. We are still living so let's sing again!"
"Finn," Quinn says slowly. "It's like you said- life goes on. We were in high school then, but now look- we're all like thirty odd." Santana snorted at this, Quinn turned back to Finn. "Move on- get a girlfriend, marry, have a kid and teach them to sing or something. Get on with your life!"
Finn flinched at the words. They didn't believe in his dream. They didn't understand the passion that had been burning through him all this time.
"Hang on, can you all just wait- for like three more minutes? Please?" Finn said in desperation. Reluctantly, his old friends made their way back to their seats. Giving them a thankful smile, Finn jumped of stage and made his way to the orchestra booth just below him.
After thumping down the stairs, almost tripping over his own feet, and rummaging through the multitude of instruments, Finn found what he needed. Shoving a cello aside, Finn pulled out the smooth black guitar case. He quickly unzipped it and ran his fingers down the metal strings. The instrument sung out to the empty room, perfectly in tune and nicely balanced. Grinning, Finn clattered back through the room and back onto the stage.
Rachael had been trying to convince them, but her audience just looked at her with board expressions or watched the clock.
"I can take it from here!" Finn rushed on stage in pure hero-of-the scene style, brandishing his guitar in one hand while waving the other around madly. He quickly caught himself before he got down on one knee and began reciting Shakespeare- the stage must be doing something to his brain. Standing up straight, he faced them. "What I mean is, well, hi. Look all I wanted to say was that we are all friends and we made a great choir. In fact we made more than that- we made an awesome choir. Our choir kicked butts at nationals! So let's have that again. I bet you we can make it work- as long, as we don't stop believing."
Finn's fingers found the familiar chords that he hadn't played in so long. He winced as the first D chord came out slightly muted, one of his fingers was in the wrong place. The E chord that followed, however, sounded perfect. Strumming the chords, Finn tested his unused voice.
Just a small town girl,
Livin' in a lonely world
Nerves forced the words to come out high pitched and tuneless. Sighing in defeat, Finn abandoned the chords. He couldn't do this any longer. His voice was out of tune and he couldn't even strum the guitar properly. It was over, he had lost. Looking up at his audience, Finn shrugged and turned to go.
Rachael's sweet voice suddenly cut through his thoughts. She sung quietly, nervously but she sung nonetheless.
Just a small town girl,
He turned to look at her, she smiled growing in confidence. Flicking her brown hair of her face, she closes her eyes and sings the next line, making each syllable sound.
Livin' in a lonely world.
A smile plays on Finn's lips as Car puts her vocals to the melody. Slowly, the others join in. Taking a deep breath, Finn finds the chords again. This time he lets the music steal his voice. Breathing tunes into the wind and giving each note the compassion and belief that his dream induces.
She took the midnight train goin' anywhere
Just a city boy,
Born and raised in South Detroit,
He took the midnight train goin' anywhere.
A singer in a smokey room,
The smell of wine and cheap perfume.
For a smile we can share the night,
And sing on and on and on and on
Singers waiting
Up and down the boulevard.
Their shadows searchin' in the night
Glee Club, people
Livin' just to find emotion
Hidin' somewhere in the night
Workin' hard to get my fill
Everybody wants a thrill
Payin' anythin' to roll the dice
Just one more time
Some will win, some will lose
Some are born to sing the blues
And now the movie never ends
We sing on and on and on and on
Singers waiting
Up and down the boulevard
Their shadows searchin' in the night
Glee Club, people
Livin' just to find emotion
Hidin' somewhere in the night don't stop believin'
Hold on to that feelin'
Glee Club, people don't stop believin'
Hold on to that feelin'
Glee Club, people don't stop!
Taking a shaky breath, Finn opened his eyes to reveal the empty theatre seats. All his friends were standing on stage, defiantly staring into the stage lights. Finn smiled to himself. They had all sung with Rachel. Finn made his way off stage and turned to face them.
"So- what'll it be? Are we a choir again?" The group started to mutter. A few were already nodding, but some looked unsure.
"Like I said- I live in Texas now. How would this work?" Santana said with a shrug.
"You can live with me," Rachael offered.
"What, just move in with you?"
"Yeah- I have a, it's sort of like an apartment. It's in New York."
"Yes! I will totally move to New York!"
"Great, any other issues?" Finn looked around.
"Um, I live out of town. I would only need to stay here like the night after and before club, but I'd still need to stay."
"You can bunk with me a few nights a week then. Well if that's all then shall we arrange to meet- how about every Thursday?" They all nodded. Finn beamed up at them. He had done it. No, they had done it- the dream had just become a reality.
Glee club was re-united!
So yeah, that's the whole cheesy lot. The song was Glee's version of Don't Stop Believin' with the odd edit from Zappy Shoes (FYI me). Next chapter will be the first Glee Club meeting and then we get to the good stuff mwah ha hah ha ha!
Okay- evil moment gone. So yeah. Oh, if you do want dramatic, funny, interesting and awesome fics then try IloveHeartlandX's fics- they are like a drug!
So yeah- word has just given me another whole page for this paragraph, so it better be my last one… Have a good er time!
Yours in Demigodness and all that- Peace Out!
Zappy Shoes