Never Grow Up

A/N: And the perfect life of Will continues. Oh, if you don't like April or Kristin Chenoweth for that matter, don't read this.

A/N 2: Okay this feels a bit short but I haven't had much time with my Cheno essay to do and a crap writers block. Oh well it's something to keep the story moving.

Welcome to the next chapter! You know, I theenk-a that thee only person oo 'ad a time-a as 'ard as-a April teeching een McKinley ees Beiste weeth zee poop cookies. April keeps-a geteeng slushee facials!DISCLAIMER: WE-A DON'T-A OWN! RYAN MURPHY OWNS-A GLEE! I-A THEENK-A KRISTIN CHENOWETH OWNS-A APRIL!

DISCLAIMER: WE STILL DON'T OWN IT.

PREVIOUSLY:

"You weren't stupid April. You just weren't sure what you were going to do with your life yet, and that's okay. Now you're with me and we have a beautiful baby girl," I say hugging her.

"I love you…" she smiles, wrapping her arms around me.

I return the hug, "Sweetie, we really need to get some sleep. I don't want you to be tired in the morning…"

"Okay. I don't know how excited I am about going back tomorrow…" she replies.

"Just give it another try. I know you've never really worked anywhere but, you might really like teaching. Try to get them started on a play, or a few scenes. They might start liking drama…" I tell her.

She nods, and makes her way to the bed and climbs up in it. I follow her and get in. she rolls over to me and I wrap my arm around her. She completely relaxes under my arm and I am sleeping within a few minutes.

gLee!

MCKINLEY HIGH
APRIL'S CLASSROOM
FIRST PERIOD CLASS
APRIL'S POV

Back in school, again. Unfortunately. I have a few ideas for other stuff to try this time. Class starts and once again the students don't want to listen. After handing out those papers Will gave me I eventually think I should move onto something.

"Shut eet!" I say in an annoying accent like Carlotta's from Phantom of the Opera. Well, even if it's annoying, it got their attention, I think. "You're een-a drama class-a! Today-a we're doing-a accents!"

I continue launching into different accents with different classes. Later I do a British accent, then a stronger Southern accent than the one I already have. After that I do Figgins' Indian one. It might not fix my problem with the students, but at least I don't have to belt out opera notes every ten seconds to hold their attention.

Once school ends, I go to find Beiste in the football lockers.

"Beiste!" I yell, looking for her in the rooms before finding her. I go right up to her. "Do you have any idea what your football guys do? Yesterday, they gave me a slushy facial!"

I look at Beiste, starting to feel a bit mad about the whole deal despite the fact that I'm the size of a Chihuahua next to Beiste, high voice and all. But, I'm a teacher, football guys shouldn't be slushying teachers. Technically, she should be in control of the way they act.

"I'm sorry about them, April," she says, "I'll be making them do laps for that for practice today."

"Thanks," I say. It suddenly occurs to me that she might have an idea of how this feels. Not the slushies, of course, she's too tall, but people doing things because you stand out. Sue gave her poop cookies I heard. Ew.

"WE DO NOT SLUSHY TEACHERS!" Beiste yells at the football guys. "Even if they are four eleven with curly blond hair."

"Wait, so we can still slushy the gleeks?" someone asks.

"NO!" I yell.

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School is going semi-successfully. It hasn't been as bad as the first day. I'm walking down the halls to the teachers lounge when suddenly at least three cherry slushies fly into my face. I can't believe this, I think, this is ridiculous. Slushy drips on me, down my hair, and on my clothes.

When I enter the staff room, I spot Beiste at a table. I go over and join her.

"You're lucky," I say. "You're too tall to be slushied."

"Thanks, April," she replies. "Was it my football boys? Because if it is, can run more laps."

"Actually, it was. A few guys and a Cheerio."

"Well, I can't do anything about the Cheerio," Beiste says, "But the football boys will be running more laps."

"Thanks," I say.

"No problem, Short Stuff," she replies getting up. "Now I'm gonna go find the guys who slushied you."

I get up myself and leave, heading to Figgins' office. I burst in, and go straight up to his desk. I lean onto it, dripping the slushy from my hair and clothes all over his desk and carpet.

"This is unacceptable," I say angrily. "This is the second time I've been slushied!"

After some more mindless ranting about the slushies and terrible teaching days, I notice Will outside Figgins' office, coming in.

"Let's go…" I say when I see him, out of steam for the day. "I don't want to do this anymore today…"

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