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Stirring

The second hand raced around my watch as the time ticked away. I tapped my Prada boot impatiently and stared down the hallway.

Alright, if he doesn't show up in 5, 4, 3, 2…

"Hey!"

About time.

"Sorry, Hannah had a… nevermind, let's just go." Dylan laughed and nodded towards the Spanish room.

"It's okay," I said, following him. "But if we're late, I'm blaming you."

He smiled, and I felt accomplished. Noticing the hallway was practically empty, I had an idea.

"Hey, race you!" I took off running before he could say "Hey! No fair!"

We made it to Spanish in time, quickly sitting down and settling in for the lesson.

"Cantare. To sing," Mr. Schuester began. I sighed, and little music notes began to form in the corner of my page, right before a corner of loose leaf was pushed onto my desk.

danggg, you're fast!

I laughed internally. Apparently, this note-passing thing was becoming a routine.

Yeah, well, I work out xD

i can tell!

I felt the blood rushing to my cheeks. Did he mean to imply that…?

Haha, thanks. You ready for the Glee club audition?

totally ;D i'm allowed to play guitar, rite?

Pretty sure, yeah. What song are you singing?

sunday morning by maroon 5. not particularly interesting ;D

Oh, I love that song! How did the football and jazz band go?

i did the football audition on the spot and I'm in! yay. i'm doing the jazz band audition tomorrow.

That's great! Good luck :) Just promise me you won't turn into one of those football Neanderthals who throws slushies on people ;D

slushies?? lol i promise :)

Yeah, it's the McKinley High sport – "Throw Slushies on the Losers" They've made a target out of your sister, which is why I brought her over.

wtf?? that's ridiculous.

Tell me about it -_- Well, at least it teaches you who your true friends are.

true dat ;D have you ever slushied anyone?

Myself. I know, it's pathetic.

rotfl, why the hell would you do that?

It's a long, complicated story that you really don't wanna know.

anyone you wanna slushie?

Yes. Plenty.

who? spill!

Rachel Berry. She's the resident diva who totally stole my

I realized I was telling way too much. I wasn't about to get personal with someone who, despite being pretty awesome, I had just met. Crumpling the note, I started over.

Rachel Berry. Although, that's already happening daily without my help ;D

lol and who is she?

You'll see in glee club. And trust me, you'll know who she is.

lemme guess – diva?

Oh yeah. Major.

i see. we had toooons of those at lag. does she have competition?

Hell yeah. My BFF Mercedes can totally take her in a sing-off. Your sister too.

haha hannah would be flattered ;D

The bell rang loudly, and the whole class rushed out. I was already counting the seconds till 3:30.


"Mr. Schuester, are you sure this is a good idea?" Rachel had arrived early to glee club in order to lecture Mr. Schuester. Of course.

"Rachel, I don't see what you're worried about," he responded, unlocking the door to the choir room and leading the two of us inside.

"We're excelling the way we are," Rachel explained. "We don't need any new members. That might slow us down."

"I still don't see how adding new members to our team is going to slow us down," he said. "If anything, it will help us win States. We can do more complicated numbers if we have more people. Back me up here, Kurt."

"Absolutely," I said. "We barely beat Vocal Adrenaline with our twelve members. Barely. And that was only for the city. Imagine how many professional, well rehearsed, 50-members-or-so show choirs there will be in the whole state?"

"But Mr. Schuester –"

Rachel was cut off by the sound of Santana and Brittany stomping and cheering as they walked in, most likely practicing for their new Cheerios routine. The rest of the glee club followed close behind. We were all settled in our seats when Dylan and Hannah walked in.

"Let's do this thing," said Mr. Schue, nodding at Hannah. "Ready?"

"Of course," she replied, pacing forward and placing her sheet music on the piano and smoothing out her gorgeous green spring dress.

In about 30 seconds, the entire room had their jaws on the ground. Even Rachel. Mission accomplished.

"Very nice," Mr. Schuester said, jotting down a few notes and then nodding at Dylan. "Your turn."

I shot him an encouraging smile. He winked.

Sunday morning rain is falling

Steal some covers share some skin

Clouds are shrouding us in moments unforgettable

You twist to fit the mold that I am in

But things just get so crazy living life gets hard to do

And I would gladly hit the road get up and go if I knew

That someday it would bring me back to you

That someday it would bring me back to you

A familiar stirring began in the pit of my stomach as Dylan sang. His voice was like… chocolate. So decadent I felt guilty listening to it. It was soft, yet rough and rich. He could definitely use some training. But I could tell he really meant was he was singing. He looked absolutely adorable with the guitar, bopping his head and smiling ever so shyly. I felt my heart beating faster and faster as the butterflies started to kick in…

Oh crap. Oh crap. No, Kurt, no. You just went through this with Finn and you do NOT want all that again. Besides, you just met this kid. You barely know him. He probably has a girlfriend back in New York that he misses dearly and… he's so cute…

I couldn't take it anymore. I looked away, trying to gain control of my hormones.

That may be all I need

In darkness she is all I see

Come and rest your bones with me

Driving slow on sunday morning

And I never want to leave

The room burst into applause. Dylan smiled and bowed his head. The look on Rachel Berry's face was absolutely priceless. Brittany, who was sitting right next to me, turned to Santana and whispered "He's hot," and got a slap in return. (Girls.) A wave of realization cascaded down on me. Dylan was hot. He was really hot. But a lot of guys were hot, right? It didn't mean anything. Nothing at all.

Mr. Schuester stood up. "Dylan, Hannah, welcome to New Directions."

Then, it happened. Dylan flashed me the most sincere, heartwarming smile I had ever seen, and it was all over.

Shit.


Hmm... short chapter. Hope you liked it anyway! I'd love some reviews :)

-Marina x3