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Chapter Two
To say that Glee Club wasn't quite what they were expecting was an understatement - and a severe one at that.
"Well, this is going to be a disaster," Disgust decided, eying the monitor with extreme distaste as they took in the other members of the club.
"Of course that Rachel girl is in the club!" Anger ranted. "I'm telling you now, she is going to be nothing but a pain in the ass for us!"
Even Joy, who was trying her very best to keep positive, was rather dismayed. "There are only five of us? In this whole school, only five people wanted to join?"
"What is she wearing?" Disgust asked, eyes widening slightly. "Those are the ugliest shoes I have ever seen! And those tights...Do I even need to say what's wrong with them?!"
Sadness pushed her glasses up her face glumly. "The other boy is in a wheelchair...that's so sad! He can't even dance."
"I know," Joy agreed, giving a small nod. "But at least that Mercedes girl is in the club - you all know how amazing she is. Once it gets going, the club will be amazing, I just know it! Fear, have you done your report?"
Fear, who had been watching the screen intently, looked at her. "Of course." He jerked his thumb to a large pile of papers leaning against the panel. "Those are all of the things that could go wrong; so far the worst seem to be choking in the middle of a song, tripping during a dance move or flat out being told that we suck."
"We don't suck!" Joy disagreed, resisting the urge to roll her eyes at him - after all, it was his job to worry. "We got into the club, didn't we?"
"Everyone who auditioned got in," Disgust corrected bitterly. "At this rate, they're probably just taking anyone who signs up."
The teacher - Mr Schue - walked into the room then and greeted everyone; to Joy's pleasure, he was as enthusiastic as she was about the Glee Club taking place. He began by informing everyone what an "awesome" job they had done in their auditions, making Joy buzz on the spot.
"I told you! We were great!"
He started handing out sheet music and - much to the emotions' dismay - pairs of gloves.
"What the Hell is he planning on doing with those?!" Anger growled.
"As long as we don't have to touch any of these people, then I don't care what we do," Disgust announced.
As it turned out, their first assignment was a performance of "Sit Down, You're Rocking the Boat"; Disgust and Anger were not too pleased by this choice in selection, and even Sadness made a groan of disapproval, but Joy shushed them immediately.
"It'll be fun!" She tried to convince them. "Something light-hearted to start us off - the good songs will come later, when we've settled in!"
"And it's probably a safe choice," Fear added. "There won't be any complicated choreography involved - at least, I hope not."
Mr Schue turned to the boy in the wheelchair. "Artie, why don't you take the lead?"
"WHAT?!" Anger snarled. "We should be taking the lead!"
Sadness sighed. "Maybe we weren't as good as we thought we were in the auditions."
"Yes we were!" Joy disagreed light-heartedly. "Look, we're not going to be singing lead in every song; there'll be plenty more coming, just wait and see! And when we do get the lead in those then we will be the very best we can be!"
They weren't the only ones who seemed to disagree with Mr Schue's choice.
"Mr Schue!" Rachel begun, voice high-pitched. "With all due respect, I'm the only member who was in Mr Ryerson's original Glee Club therefore I should be getting the first solo. It's the first song, it sets the precedent for everything."
"Every time she opens her mouth, she just gets more and more annoying," Anger stated, causing Disgust to nod in agreement. "We can't be here with her every Glee Club meeting as she whines on - eventually I'll lose it!"
Fear rubbed at his face in near-exhaustion. "Anger has a point, Joy; she's so loud and annoying that she'll demand to have every song to herself - we'll never get to sing!"
"Mr Schue is a teacher and he knows what he's doing," Joy assured them, although she did look rather unsure as to how to handle this. "He won't let her do that every week, and he'll make sure that everyone gets to sing - he'll keep it fair."
Mr Schue also looked a little unsure as to what to do. "Rachel, Artie's going to have the first solo. Period. You and everyone else are going to have plenty of opportunities for a solo. We'll all take turns. In fact, I was thinking that for Sectionals we'd do a medley from Grease. Who wants the Sandy part?"
"US! WE WANT IT!" Joy exclaimed, making Fear jump as she leapt to push a lever so that Kurt's hand began to rise.
But it appeared as if they weren't the only one who wanted it; before Kurt's hand could even raise above his shoulder the hands of Rachel and Mercedes shot up - and Rachel was not pleased. As she began to rant about why she should have Sandy's part in the medley, the emotions looked around at each other in exasperation.
This was going to be a long rehearsal.
It was blatantly obvious that Glee Club was off to a rough start; the next rehearsal didn't improve anything at all, and instead began with Rachel threatening a sing-off with Mercedes to prove who was the better singer. The emotions were so divided on how to react that Kurt ended up remaining silent throughout the exchange; in fact, he was remaining quiet throughout most of the rehearsal too. So far, the 'team' atmosphere hadn't stuck to them yet.
And then a new member joined.
"Oh my goodness!" Disgust practically shrieked when they saw it on the monitor. "It's Finn Hudson! Finn Hudson is in the Glee Club - in our Glee Club!"
"He is so cute!" Joy gushed, leaning forwards so as to get a better look. "He's the quarterback on the football team too - so maybe more people will join when they see that he has!"
Fear gave a nervous twitch. "We've been looking at him too long, he'll notice something if we don't stop!"
Sadness pouted. "He's straight, guys, so he'll never look at us - at least, not like that."
As it turned out, Finn was really quite a good singer, adding to the things that the emotions loved about him - not as good as them, but still rather good. However, Rachel's advances on him were definitely putting all of them off, especially when it involved her running her hands through Kurt's hair as she approached the tall teenager.
"Did she just touch us?" Disgust sneered, shaking her head. "Seriously, she is so creepy - she needs to be stopped!"
"Should be bitch at her?" Anger asked, rolling up his sleeves to get ready. "I know the kind of thing we could say..."
He didn't get the chance though, because Mercedes interrupted the song before they could - although this was more to do with the fact that she was "no Kelly Rowland" and less to do with Rachel being disgustingly obvious about her lust for Finn. In the end, they left the rehearsal feeling rather like the one before - disappointed and unsure.
"At least Finn joined," Joy tried to remind them optimistically. "That's something great, right?"
"After that display Rachel just put on," Anger retorted snidely. "I wouldn't count on him coming back."
Sadness hung her head. "Oh no...I was kinda looking forward to seeing him in every meeting, even if he is straight."
"And we still haven't had a solo," Anger continued, getting more and more enraged as he went on. "At this rate, that curly-haired idiot teacher isn't going to give us anything to do! It's going to be all about Rachel with a side of Mercedes - and that's only if we're lucky! But mark my words, it will be the Rachel Berry show while she's here!"
Disgust gave an airy sigh. "At least we have our good looks and fashion sense - we're definitely the best dressed in the club, no question about it."
Life at home wasn't too much better either; though Burt had been satisfied with their joining a club, there hadn't been much interaction between the two since the conversation in the automobile shop. Instead, they spent just as much time as ever in their bedroom in the basement downstairs with the sewing machine and reading fashion magazines, only ever surfacing for school and meals; they were still lonely and isolated from everyone else, even after their attempts.
Most importantly, they still hadn't told Burt that they were gay.
"I still say we don't tell him," Fear said when the topic came up again. "Look at him; he's so masculine and tough that us being gay will...well, he'll either kick us out or never speak to us again."
"He has a point," Sadness agreed. "Dad will be so d-disappointed in us if we tell him...and he'll never speak to us again, a-a-and..." She broke off to cry loudly, giving great big sobs.
Anger sent her a glare. "Hey, stop that!"
"Yeah, Sadness!" Disgust whined, taking a step back from her. "You're getting my dress all wet!"
"We can't hide it forever," Joy tried to argue. "I mean, the only other alternative is going through life pretending that we're something we're not - that will ruin Kurt! Besides, he deserves better than that kind of life; he deserves to be happy with whoever he wants!"
"If the jocks at school find out," Fear continued to panic. "They'll beat us up so bad that we'll be in hospital - that's what happens to the gay kids in this place, they get beaten to a pulp!"
Joy scratched her head as she watched them continue to panic; maybe, she thought to herself, they hadn't quite come to terms with it, at least not like she had. Maybe they just needed more time to get used to it. Whatever the case was, it was clear that coming out wasn't in the near future.
To their relief, Glee Club ended up not being as bad as they thought.
At first things seemed to get worse; they didn't get the solo they'd been hoping for immediately, Mr Schue decided he was leaving for a better job elsewhere, and there was a brief time where Finn quit before re-joining again (much to Anger's annoyance). However, it was clear that there was something special about to happen when the six members of Glee Club met in the auditorium to perform something that Finn had helped them put together after he returned, much to the amazement of the five emotions.
As the opening bars to "Don't Stop Believin'" played, Joy began to hum along and tapped her fingers on the control panel rhythmically. Anger, who had initially been wary of the arrangement put together by Finn, watched the screen with a somewhat large grin - this had been what they wanted when they joined, this kind of performing together and playing off one another. Even Sadness looked happier than usual, and out of the corner of her eye Joy caught her tapping her foot lightly in time with the song; Fear was nodding to himself in satisfaction, for once not too bothered about the risks that might have been present, and he began to mumble the words under his breath.
Disgust, meanwhile, just folded her arms knowingly. "Okay, so the costumes aren't the best," She decided aloud. "But everything else - perfect."
"We sound amazing!" Joy exclaimed happily, clasping her hands together. "We're only singing back-up, and we still sound amazing!"
"All of us do," Anger grudgingly admitted, much to their surprise. "Even that Rachel girl; she's a little less annoying when she sings...sometimes."
Sadness wiped a tear away from her eyes - but she was smiling too. "Guys, don't you realize? For the first time since we joined this school, we're included in something - we're actually included!"
After the performance, there was the sound of clapping and when Kurt looked up the emotions saw on the monitor that it was none other than Mr Schue; he'd been watching them, it appeared, and he looked extremely impressed. In fact, they realized, he was so impressed that he then announced he was staying to coach them for Sectionals.
"That's more like it!" Anger yelled, pumping a fist in the air.
Disgust gave a hair flip but looked pleased nonetheless. "He's not so bad really, is he?"
"No," Sadness agreed quietly. "He does kinda like us after all."
"And we won't be on our own to prepare for the competition!" Fear told them, looking extremely relieved. "We might actually have a shot of winning this thing!"
Joy beamed like an idiot as she put her arms around them and bounced on the spot. "This is gonna be so great! We're going to get to sing and dance, and we might even win a trophy for it! Not only that, but we might even make some friends as well! I can't wait to see what happens, guys!"
Glee Club's start was eventful, at least, and not something that could easily be forgotten. For one thing, they had to perform in the upcoming assembly; when Joy heard this, she practically flew around Headquarters in delight while Fear began biting his nails quietly. Anger, at this particular point, was more het up about the choice of song; disco, to him, was not a style that he wanted them to perform.
"The song sucks!" He told them all loudly, shaking his head in disapproval.
"It's really old, that's what," Disgust said with a contorted face. "There is no way that we are performing this in the assembly in front of the whole school; I won't let us embarrass ourselves to the point of more dumpster tosses and slushie facials." On the mention of slushies, she barely contained a shiver.
"Ah, come on!" Joy stopped bouncing around Headquarters and stood in front of them determinedly. "It'll be fun, even if the song does suck! Be more happy, guys!"
Disgust raised an eyebrow. "That's your job, Joy, not ours."
"It might be fun," Sadness allowed carefully, almost unsure of speaking. "As long as we don't get slushied, it could be okay."
In the end, they didn't end up performing a disco song for the assembly - no, because Rachel (who had elected herself as the unofficial leader of the group, much to Disgust and Anger's dismay) decided that what they needed to do to sell the club was to give them want they wanted.
And, no, it wasn't blood like Fear was afraid of - it was sex, something that made him even more nervous.
"We don't know how to be sexy!" Fear panicked, close to hyperventilating before they went onstage. "We've never even kissed anyone, let alone done that!"
"We can just wing it!" Joy told him, trying to be supportive.
Disgust closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "He's right, Joy. We don't know the first thing about sex - how are we supposed to sell it to all of those people? They'll take one look at us and know."
Joy thought hard for a moment. "Well...we should start by thinking of something sexy...what do we think is sexy?"
The other four emotions looked around at each other, not quite sure what to say; it wasn't something that any of them had given a lot of thought to.
"We must find something sexy!" Joy stated somewhat desperately. "I mean, we know we're gay so we must find boys sexy, right?"
"Some boys are cute," Sadness offered.
Joy gave a nod. "Okay! That's a start! Let's think...Finn Hudson is super cute! Let's talk about Finn." She gestured for them to move closer to her, waiting until they all stepped forwards before continuing. "Alright, so...imagine that we are alone with Finn Hudson in...in the choir room-"
"The choir room?" Anger asked, raising a brow.
"Or our bedroom," Joy allowed. "Either one of those is good. So we're alone somewhere with Finn, and-"
Sadness raised a hand. "Why are we alone with Finn?"
Joy resisted the urge to face palm herself and grit her teeth together. "I don't know, Sadness, use your imagination. Anyway, we're alone with Finn - just us and him - so what do we want to do with him?"
Fear nervously made a motion to answer. "Uhh...we could talk to him?"
"Uhh...that's a start. Anything else?" There was no reply, so Joy gave a sigh - it was going to have to be her to start them off. "Maybe we could kiss him?"
Sadness went pink in the cheeks. "But he's straight, he wouldn't let us!"
"The point of this is to pretend," Joy explained, feeling very much like she was going crazy. "Pretend that, for this, Finn is not straight. To start, we could kiss him. There, what next?" Again, there was no answer. "You guys, this is important! Do you want to give a great performance or not?"
"Fine," Anger snapped. "After we kiss him, we take off all of his clothes and kiss him again!"
"That's perfect!" Joy exclaimed, rather pleased. "Finn is naked; next?"
Anger rolled his eyes but continued. "Well, what else?! He's naked, the only thing left to do is to take off our clothes!"
"And...and maybe we're shy!" Fear blurted nervously. "So he tells us it's okay, and that we're perfect!"
"And strokes our face with his thumb!" Sadness added.
Joy gave a small laugh. "See? We're getting there! What about you, Disgust?"
The green emotion gave a shrug. "I...I don't know...I mean, how does all of the gay sex stuff work?"
"We hump him!" Anger announced, giving a smirk to himself. "Let him know who's boss!"
Safe to say, by the time they went out to perform, there was a lot of sexual thought going on around Kurt's brain; it was no wonder he was moving his hips the way he was, or the fact that he smacked Finn on the butt halfway through (on an impulse from Anger). Disgust wasn't so keen on the idea, almost gagging when the others began to tell her what they thought 'gay sex' involved.
"That's almost as bad as having sex with a girl!" She moaned, looking pained. "That's so disgusting! Think about all the germs involved, and all of the illnesses...and the mess afterwards! I can't even...bleugh!"
"Well, we could be wrong," Joy assured her hurriedly. "We still need to do some research into the matter before...well, before we go out there and start dating, I guess."
And that's only if we ever come out, she added to herself privately.
"Quinn Fabray is joining?!" Sadness cried in dismay, and the others gathered behind her around the control panel. "This is so terrible! She's horrible, and she'll bully us if we stay!"
"Well, we did need more people in the club," Joy mumbled, not quite sure what else to say. "And if the popular kids join then we'll end up with enough to go to competitions with, right?"
Fear shook his head. "No. Something's not right. The popular kids hate us and the others in Glee Club - they slushied Rachel just this morning! And the less dumpster tosses we receive the better!"
"Fear's right, Joy," Disgust stated, although she did look rather disappointed. "We need to think about surviving in this place; although this Glee Club is doing us and Kurt some good, we can't stay here if we just end up getting pushed out and bullied."
Joy couldn't believe that they were all giving in so easily; okay, sure, a few of the cheerleaders joining wasn't exactly the best news that they could have hoped for but it wasn't the worst - at least the club was still going and they hadn't lost any members since the assembly. No, it was just a small thing that they could deal with because, in the long run, it was for the greater good.
"It's not just Quinn," Joy reminded them optimistically. "There's that blonde Brittany girl too!"
"You mean the school slut?" Disgust sneered, crossing her arms.
Joy frowned at the green emotion. "Brittany isn't mean, not like Quinn Fabray is; I actually think that she's rather nice. Besides, I don't think that we have any right to insult her - we barely know her!"
"I agree," Sadness added hesitantly. "Brittany is alright...but Quinn and Santana are two of the meanest girls in the school, and they're joining too." She winced at the idea of what might happen when they joined.
Joy gave a shrug. "They might be nice underneath - you never know."
"No," Anger disagreed in a deadpan. "They're just Grade-A bitches."
"Well, either way, we are not leaving this club," Joy said firmly, putting her hands on her hips. "No one - and I mean no one - is making us quit, and we are sticking to that! If they don't like us, then they can leave; we were here first."
"We're one of the originals," Sadness added.
Joy nodded. "Exactly. See, guys: if Sadness can stick with it then so can you guys!" The other emotions did looked a lot more assured, much to Joy's pleasure, and so she continued with, "Everything is going to be okay; we'll all make sure of it. If anyone is out of line, then...Disgust, Anger, you both know how to deal with it! Fear, I suppose we do need some caution as far as new members are concerned; you can make sure we don't say anything that might get us on the cheerleaders' bad side. Sadness..." She hesitated while the blue emotion just looked up at her hopefully. "Well, we've established that sometimes Kurt needs to feel sad, so if something goes wrong then you're in charge."
"What about you?" Fear asked while Sadness struggled not to look too disappointed.
Joy beamed. "I'm going to make sure that Kurt has an awesome time in this club no matter what, duh! Now, let's get to it!"
In truth, Kurt took a rather backseat approach to Glee Club for the first few weeks; he didn't get too involved in the dramas that Rachel was creating for herself (and Finn, being honest), although he did willingly vote to bring Dakota Stanley to help the Glee Club when Mr Schue began to be more involved with his new acapella group. Other than that though, Kurt kept mainly to himself.
Well...apart from where Mercedes Jones' outfits were concerned; Disgust just had to make sure Kurt told her what was wrong with the clothes she wore, though it was usually in a bantering way between the two of them.
In fact, it appeared that Mercedes was the closest thing to a friend that Kurt had - a fact that thrilled his emotions since he hadn't had friends for what felt like years (upon further reflection, they realized that it was years). One day, after a particularly trying Glee Club rehearsal where Rachel had done nothing but talk and talk - as usual - Mercedes and Kurt had been standing by his locker and talking.
Mercedes turned to Kurt and sighed. "Have you ever kissed anybody?"
Disgust scoffed. "I wish."
"Yes. If by somebody you mean the tender crook of my elbow," Kurt said dryly, reaching for some hairspray and spraying it into his immaculate hair. When Mercedes said nothing, he held back a sigh. "No. I haven't...but I want to."
Sadness pointed to the monitor. "Poor Mercedes...all she can see is people making out."
Disgust wrinkled her nose as she reached for a lever on the panel. "Well, they are being disgustingly obvious."
"Okay. Stop it right there, Mercedes," Kurt instructed, moving closer to her. "We are in Glee club. That means that we're at the bottom of the social heap...Special-Ed kids will get more play than we will. The only thing that gets me by is my knowledge that we are superior to all of them." He hooked his arm under Mercedes' own and began to walk with her down the hallway. "What are you wearing on our 'Operation Dakota Stanley' field trip?"
Mercedes looked incredulous. "Is there a dress code?"
"No, but every moment of your life is an opportunity for fashion," Kurt stated obviously, and Disgust nodded to herself in agreement. "We'll hit the mall after school. Meet me at Lunch." With that, he unlinked their arms before heading down the hallway for his next class.
Joy was ecstatic. "We have someone to go shopping with! We actually get to go shopping with someone!"
"If only to give Mercedes a better wardrobe," Disgust added, although she did look rather pleased too.
"I'm glad we've made a friend," Sadness said, pushing her glasses further up her nose. "Maybe we won't feel so lonely now."
Anger gave a nod. "At least it's not Rachel."
Fear, however, was biting his nails anxiously. "If we've made a friend, then how come we don't have a new Friendship Island?"
This fact made the other emotions stop celebrating and become more sombre.
"Well..." Joy started unsurely. "Maybe...Maybe it'll take time. I mean, maybe because of what happened with Kurt's other friends there's some kind of trust issue? Perhaps it'll just take time?"
"Or maybe we need more than one friend," Anger muttered, good mood gone. "One friend won't be enough to create a whole island!"
Joy bit her lip. "Maybe. But let's just take this one step at a time for now."
For 'Operation Dakota Stanley', Kurt was given the chance to show off his new car - and, boy, was it a beauty! He offered to give as many of the New Directions as possible a ride to Carmel High, and he felt immense pride (thanks to Joy and Disgust co-piloting the panel) when everyone gazed in amazement at the sleek black vehicle.
"Damn, Kurt, this car is fly," Mercedes stated, clearly impressed.
"My dad got it for my Sweet Sixteen after I promised him I'd stop wearing form-fitting sweaters that start at the knee," Kurt began, and he smiled coyly when everyone looked at his outfit; his red sweater stopped, as expected, at the knee. "What he doesn't know doesn't hurt him."
"I feel bad about breaking our promise to Dad," Sadness sighed.
Disgust rolled her eyes. "Yes, but it's for a good cause - you can break any promise if it's in the name of fashion."
They found two of the Vocal Adrenaline members outside; one was heaving heavily into a bin while the other had what looked like a neck sprain, judging by the bandage around it. Rachel - bossy and in charge as always - asked where they could find Dakota as they wanted him to help coach their club; the girl heaving looked up, extremely tearful and warned them not to hire him as, and quote, he was "a monster".
"That's...not good," Anger said, slightly put off by this.
Fear gave a small whimper. "Why did we agree to this? Why the hell did we agree to this?!"
When they actually went inside, they watched Vocal Adrenaline perform 'Mercy'; they were so much better than the New Directions, that much was obvious, and their dancing was certainly better than that of Mr Schuester.
Not everyone seemed to think that way though.
"GET OFF MY STAGE!"
That voice was coming from a tiny man sat near the front of the stage, looking completely unimpressed by the number he'd just seen. The emotions could only watch in stunned silence at how flippant this Dakota Stanley was; his standards must have been extremely high.
The club pursued him outside, Rachel and Tina begging him to help their Glee club. Dakota seemed uninterested, simply stating that if they wanted to hire him, it would cost eight-thousand dollars per number - and then a ten-thousand dollar bonus if they placed in the top three (which, according to him, they would if he took over).
Joy was absolutely stunned. "Eight-thousand per...how are we going to get that kind of money?! The school doesn't even pay for new costumes, let alone eight-thousand for a choreographer!"
"Well, we're done for," Disgust decided, pushing past the others.
"Agreed," Fear said, throwing his hands up in the air and following her. "Absolutely done for!"
Anger cracked his knuckles together. "Well, we don't need that guy anyway...that's ridiculous!"
"But we do need him," Sadness pointed out. "Did you see how good that number was? We'll never even get past Sectionals if we don't hire him."
Rachel seemed to echo Kurt's thoughts. "How are we going to get eight-thousand dollars?"
For once, the emotions agreed with her.
Surprisingly, it was the three cheerleaders in the group that offered up a solution.
"See, they're not so bad!" Joy announced, pleased now that they had an answer to their money problem. "They do care about the club, and they're helping us out!"
"It's a car wash," Anger pointed out, clearly not as impressed. "We'll probably not make anymore than a hundred bucks. Who wants Glee Club losers washing their cars?"
As it turned out, pretty much everyone at school who owned a car was willing to let the club wash it for them - although that was probably more to do with the cheerleaders in their skimpy outfits assisting than with the actual club itself, courtesy of Coach Sue Sylvester (something that unsettled the emotions greatly, for she was not known for her kindness).
While the Glee Club set to work, Kurt and Mercedes had started working on Kurt's own car; after all, it wouldn't do well to have it dirty, seeing as it was such an expensive car.
Mercedes sighed as she straightened up, cloth in hand. "Your rims are clean," She stated, exasperated. "We've polished them like three times already!"
Kurt ignored this. "Did you bring a change of clothes? Because we're going straight to the Sing-Along Sound of Music."
Joy sighed happily. "I love that musical; thank goodness we got those tickets!"
"So, listen Kurt," Mercedes started. "This is, like, the third time we've gone out...can't we just make it official?"
The emotions were all stunned.
"Oh God, she doesn't know," Sadness mumbled.
Anger let out a low whistle. "This...This is not good."
"Make what official?" Kurt asked, raising an eyebrow.
"You know," Mercedes said, smiling as if it were obvious. "That we're dating!"
The five emotions could only gape at one another in absolute shock.
"But...we haven't...I mean..." Joy stammered.
Fear bit his lip. "We...We can't tell her though...she's our only friend...if she reacts badly..."
"Who should handle this?" Sadness asked worriedly.
Disgust stepped forwards. "Uhm...let me try..."
"I...I'm sorry, Mercedes," Kurt said quickly. "But I thought I made it very clear - I'm in love with someone else." At this, his eyes drifted over Mercedes' shoulder to where Finn was standing, trying to clean a car.
Mercedes turned around to see where he was gazing just as Rachel stood up right in front of Finn, wringing out a wet cloth with a grossed-out look on her face. "Rachel?!" She asked in disbelief as she faced Kurt again.
Fear nodded quickly, tapping on a button on the panel. "Let's just go with that - she might freak if we tell her the truth."
"Yes," Kurt said hurriedly. "For several years now." And he quickly resumed scrubbing his car as he looked away.
Joy breathed out in relief. "Okay, I think that we handled that quite well. I just hope that Mercedes won't be too-"
"WHAT IS SHE DOING WITH THAT ROCK?!" Fear yelled, and they all saw that Mercedes had picked up a rock.
Anger's mouth fell open. "She WOULDN'T-"
He was cut off by the sight of Mercedes hurling the rock through the windscreen of Kurt's expensive, beautiful car.
"HOLY CRAP!" Fear screamed, completely losing it now. "Our car! LOOK what she did to our car! Dad will KILL us!"
Sadness put her hands to her mouth. "Oh dear..."
Disgust could only gape in utter shock. "No...She did NOT just do that!"
Even Joy was at a loss for words. "Our window..."
"SHE BUSTED OUR WINDOW!" Anger exclaimed, flames erupting from the top of his head as he shoved Fear out of the way of the panel and jabbed at the buttons.
"You busted my window," Kurt stated, absolutely horrified. "How could you do that? You busted my window!"
"Well, you busted my heart," Mercedes stated sassily before tossing her head and stalking away.
Inside Kurt's head, the emotions were still in deep shock over what had happened.
"Great," Sadness mumbled miserably. "We've lost our only friend."
"Forget friends," Fear panicked nervously. "Dad will murder us, without a doubt! This car cost so much money, and look what happened to it!"
Joy looked down at her feet and back up again. "Guys, do you think that...that maybe we should just tell people that we're gay? Because look what's happening when we hide it."
"This was an extreme example, Joy," Disgust pointed out.
"Yes, but...but maybe coming out to someone will help us out," Joy suggested. "Not Dad yet...definitely not Dad. But Mercedes...if we explain to her, then maybe she'll trust us again because we're telling her something important. Even if she freaks out, at least it's a start."
The other four emotions looked around at each other in question, clearly unsure.
Finally, Anger rubbed his head. "You might have a point, Joy. Alright. Let's start this coming out thing then."
Dakota Stanley was not a nice man; the very first thing he did was hand out personalized menus (Mercedes' was just coffee, much to her dismay), and then he criticized just about everyone except for Quinn, Santana and Brittany. Perhaps the most ridiculous thing was when he tried to kick Artie out for "not trying hard enough to walk" and Mercedes because of the way she looked.
Kurt, however, was not taking any of this - at least not when Anger was at the panel. "You can't just kick people out because of the way they look!"
All this resulted in was Dakota calling him "Gash" and telling him to stay away from aerosol cans in case he "burst into flames". It took Joy, Sadness, Fear and Disgust to hold Anger back at that point, and Disgust was given control of the panel once more.
In the end, just as pretty much everyone except for Rachel and the cheerleaders was walking out, Rachel finally decided to stick up for the group; she told him in no uncertain terms that they didn't need him and that he was fired because they were going to win by being special.
Joy nodded in agreement. "Rachel is okay on the inside really, you know. She just needs to learn to stick up for us more instead of just herself."
"And she's right about being taller than him - he's a midget," Disgust agreed, smiling to herself knowingly.
In the end, it was Mercedes who approached Kurt; he had been at his locker when she came up to him, looking somewhat apologetic.
"Hey, Kurt," She greeted. He looked her over in slight disdain before turning back to his locker. "I just wanted to say that I'm really sorry I did that to your car. I'll pay for it to get fixed."
"Darn right," Anger muttered, only to be shushed by the other emotions.
Joy nodded to the others. "Okay. We'll play it by ear here, okay guys?"
Kurt looked at Mercedes properly, giving a small smile. "That's okay. My dad took my baby away after he found my tiara collection in my hope chest."
Anger mumbled something similar to, "still sore about that".
"And I just wanted to say," Mercedes continued, leaning against the row of lockers. "I hope it works out between you and Rachel. You'll have really cute, loud babies."
Disgust shuddered at the thought, turning even greener. "That is disgusting. Let's not go there."
Fear closed his eyes and put his hand to his head. "Do it, Joy. Before I freak out again."
Joy looked lost all of a sudden, something the others had never seen in her. "I...I don't think I can do it alone."
Sadness, to her surprise, was the one who stepped forwards and reached out a hand. "We'll do it together then."
Mercedes started to walk away, and Kurt closed his locker. "Mercedes," He called, and she turned back once more to properly look at him. Kurt took a deep breath. "I lied to you. I don't like Rachel."
"At all," Disgust and Anger chorused, but the other three shushed them once more.
Kurt looked around, making sure no one was there, and Joy closed her eyes; she took a deep breath of her own before opening them and looking to Sadness. The blue emotion nodded, and together they pushed down on the important button that could potentially change everything.
"I'm gay."
It was out there. There was no taking it back.
"Why didn't you just tell me?" Mercedes asked, although she didn't sound angry or too shocked.
Kurt gave a tiny shrug, not looking at her properly, and he was suddenly close to tears. "Because I've never told anyone before."
"You shouldn't be ashamed of who you are, Kurt," She told him, tone caring and understanding; it was so compassionate that Joy couldn't even stop the tear rolling down Kurt's cheek. "You should just tell people, especially the kids in Glee. The whole point of the club is about expressing what is really inside you. Remember?"
"I can't," Kurt said quietly. "I'm just not that confident, I guess." He brushed past her, keeping his eyes trained to the floor and not looking back.
Joy wiped the tears away from her eyes, and a hand appeared on her shoulder; Sadness was still standing beside her, surprisingly not crying, and giving her a sympathetic look. "It's okay, Joy. It's okay."
"I-I just want him to be happy," Joy cried, allowing Sadness to wrap her arms around her. "W-W-Why is it so h-hard for him?"
A memory rolled into Headquarters - but it was no ordinary memory. Instead of being just one colour it was blue and yellow, sadness and joy in one - that, and it didn't roll into the memory stores but under the floor and to where the Core Memories were kept. The emotions huddled together and watched as it raised a new island, complete with fashion and catwalks, with shopping malls and the like.
Finally, there was a new Friendship Island.
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