Ilvecoffee-n-narutoYouth: Happy Easter! Okay, so here's the next chapter. I really apologize for it taking so long, but there's been HSAP all week and it's just been really stressful, you know? Not to mention I'm on limited computer access now, since mine is broken. Okay, so in the last chapter, there were some footnotes that I meant to add, but I forgot about, so they're gonna be here: "When you're different, when you're special. Sometimes you have to get used to being alone³."-I used this direct quote from the show because it's really the only one that stuck out to me (and the other direct quote used in this chapter). I really loved it! "I tapped him lightly on his shoulder and he jumped like he had been struck by lightning²" Struck by Lightning: Chris Colfer's movie HE wrote, the awesomeness that is him. Pretty self explanatory. Okay, well, I was gonna explain the other ones, but they kinda disappeared (I'm too lazy too look for them). OMG, I just noticed I say Okay a lot. In this chapter, the beginning part's kinda confusing, I know. I think it was the stress that got to me, because I'm even a little confused about this part, but I do believe as the story progresses, it'll clear up a little bit. I just wanted to put a little bit of his past into the story. Well, I think I've rambled enough for now so here's the next chapter! Oh one more thing, please please review! I'm seriously starting to get a bit discouraged :(.
Episode 3: Britney/Brittany pt. 1
Here's what you missed on Glee: Apparently Reeves and Brittany are really good friends now and Mr. Shue gave a duets competition and the winner gets two tickets to Breadstix, which everyone goes crazy about. Reeves doesn't like the new kid, but Kurt does. He tries to team up with him which makes Reeves really mad, but then Sam duets with Quinn and Reeves and Kurt duet and they win. Reeves asks Kurt out, but he runs away. Will they ever go out, and will Brittany ever get her Hairbrush back?
I turned to Kurt who was trying to hide a smirk. "Well, since we only have just the one ticket, I guess I'll pay for you when we go to Breadstix tonight."
"Wait, what? As a date?"
I smiled at him. "If you want it to be."
"I—I, I have to go." Kurt grabbed his passenger bag from besides Mercedes and rushed out the room.
Well that so did not go how I expected it too.
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I never failed to forget about how much I hated these things. The parties my mom throws, that is. It was always, 'wash that crap out of your hair', 'straighten your tie'¾
"Stand up straight." Mom hissed as she passed me with a glass of champagne. Oh yeah, I had forgotten about that one. God, kill me now. Well, on second thought never mind. I wasn't quite ready to die yet, and I still hadn't gotten the chance to liberate the humans from tyrannical government control.
Anyway, these parties just weren't my kind of thing. The only good thing about this particular one was that some of my friends from Manhattan were here. Kick ass, right? Not sure how they managed to get out of school to be here, but not my kids, not my problem. My friends were awesome, but let's just say we left Manhattan for a reason. I was actually a little surprised though that so many of our NY Homies came all the way here to Hillbilly Hell.
"Oh my God, this is such a drag. Isn't it, Reevesie?"
As soon as I heard 'Reevesie' I turned towards the girl, a huge grin on my face. If it wasn't Analyne McDowe. Brown hair, green eyes, and the sluttiest dress at the party. She sure knew how to put the Jersey Shore girls to shame.
"I haven't seen you in a while, Annie! How've things been back home?"
She rolled her eyes. "Same old, same old."
"Is George here?" George, her brother, was the more level of the two, but he wasn't completely a goody-two-shoes. Many have gone to a party of his and left in a stretcher (either alcohol induced stupidity, or just plain alcohol poisoning. Good times, good times).
"Yeah he's here. He would NOT stop talking about you on the plane. Anyway," She put a hand against my chest. "Would you like to continue this conversation somewhere more¾private?"
Oh god, not this again. Analyne and I had…hooked up before. It was a one time thing though, and experiment. I guess she didn't understand the meaning behind the words 'There's no way in hell I'd ever be interested in you. I'm gay (Oh la la! I actually said it, well, narrated it)'. Maybe Mom was right, in situations like this, a restraining order might be the best option.
"I know you have a boyfriend Annie."
She laughed at that. "He OD'd last month, remember?"
No, no I don't remember! Why wasn't I told about this, and she is one harsh bitch. Her boyfriend just died, and she's over here sexually assaulting me! Tragedy though, I kind of liked him (not like that! He wasn't a total tool like most of the guys I knew).
"Actually no one told me about that. Was it the Oxycodone?"
"Yeah, and codeine, or was it vicodin? God, I can never remember. Let's talk about it in private."
I sighed and let her lead me away from the group of people. We went into the room that was sealed off from the dining room by a set of glass paneled doors. A thick layer of dust coated everything since it was never used. This room was a gift from the hook up gods to the owners of the house. Analyne pulled the curtains to cover the doors, sending dust flying around us. She started walking towards me until she had backed me into a corner.
"You know, I've always liked you better without ties." She started to pull at the strip of black silk around my neck.
"Really? I thought I looked kind of dapper with it¾"
"Shut up." She growled then started to attack my lips. I was too shocked to do anything, and then I found myself kissing back (I always wondered at the expression 'found myself'. How do you find yourself doing something? Are you like, wait a minute! I didn't realize I had lost control of my motor functions and couldn't make myself not do something). Analyne was a slut (oh everyone knew it, she even said so herself), but she was one HELL of a kisser. My hands rested on her waist, and she had succeeded in removing my tie, much to my disappointment (I actually did like the tie, surprisingly). Annie had started to unbutton my shirt when I started to feel increasingly guilty because a certain dough-face kept popping into my mind.
"Stop! Stop!"
She looked pissed, but stepped away.
"I can't do this with you. You and I both know I'm gay. I don't like you. I never will like you."
She scoffed and rolled her eyes at me. "You're still on that gay kick of yours, aren't you!"
"It's not a ki¾" We were interrupted by a series of loud knocks.
"Analyne, Reeves, I know you're in there. It's George."
She stomped over and slung the door open.
"What the fuck do you want?"
"What the hell are you going in here?"
"That's none of your business." She spat.
"It is when your little sister is basically whoring herself out, to a gay dude of all people. No offence." He turned his head slightly to look at me.
"Naw, s'cool bro, s'cool."
"Just leave me the hell alone!" Analyne was practically screaming. He grabbed her firmly by the arm and pushed her out of the room.
"Go! Go to Mom right now or I will tell her what was just going on in here. He closed and locked the door. Annie banged on it a few times before she left, I presumed.
We stared at each other for a few awkward seconds before I spoke up.
"W-what do you want?" He was standing so close that I could smell his cologne.
"I want to know why you keep doing these things to yourself. What was happening with Analyne should have been stopped before it even started."
Yeah, easier said than done. The girls a freaking bulldozer.
"Reeves, I know you're thinking some bitter comment right now." Alas I was, he knew me well. Maybe too well…I'd have to dispose of him. He sank to the floor then pulled me next to him.
"You're too good of a person to be throwing yourself around like this. His green eyes were piercing, but in a way so unlike Kurt's. "You're a good kid."
He acted like he was so much older and more mature than me, when he's only eighteen. We dated, briefly, when I was fourteen. He was the first (and only) non-toxic relationship I'd had."
"Why are you still here?"
"Because I want to help you damn it! I don't want to see you hurting yourself. Just because we aren't together anymore doesn't mean I don't care about you."
I sighed (since when were you supposed to sigh at parties?). "I always wondered why we broke up." Seriously, why? He was safe; he was good for me.
"Well," He ran a hand through his brown hair. " I think maybe the age difference was part of it, but mostly I was scared. You were so different, so bright. You shined. I didn't know how to handle that, so I panicked. You understand me, right?"
"Yeah.' I nodded, because I did. Everything he just said applied to Kurt in so many ways (even if I didn't know him that well, yet, wink, wink) except the scared part. Reeves St. Claire is afraid of nothing! As previously stated, I am winning.
I'm glad we got to talk though. It has been a while since we last spoke to each other." George stood and helped me to my feet.
"You still have my number, right?"
"Yeah."
"Well, call me sometime. For anything, if you just need to talk, anything."
"Yeah, ok."
He hesitated for a second, and then pulled me into a hug. H smelled good, like a rabbit. Not like a wild rabbit though, like the perfumed ones they have in pet stores. Crap, I think Brittany's starting to rub off on me.
"Bye." He whispered in my ear before leaving me and slipping out the door. As soon as he was gone, I leaned against the wall and sighed for the millionth time. It was gonna be a long night (not to mention the fact my mother was going to murder me for getting dust all over my suit).
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Apparently my old 'friends' either had the most neglectful parents ever, had decided they were '2 Kool 4 SkewL' and were going to stick around in Lima for a while, or a combination of both, because I saw them littering the corner of McKinley's student parking lot (Where were these kid's parents? I do believe a call to CPS is in order. Parents, nowadays). I was pretty sure there were laws against this or something. What if they tired to gang rape the student body? So what if there were only four of them, it could still happen. Trust me, it could still happen (there were some pretty persuasive people out there). As I drove closer, I saw that one of the people was Analyne ( I was getting tired of seeing her face. She definitely doesn't have that tiger blood-Adonis DNA in her). There was also Michael (drug peddling extraordinaire), San José (his real name was Robert; still not quite sure how he got the nickname. There are rumours involving numerous prostitutes and a burrito eating contest), and last but not least, the leader of this little group Alec Chambers (the only one bad ass enough to be referred as by first and last name¾even by teachers. You do NOT talk to him. San José was his spokes person). Legend says he was created in a godly teenage form when Zeus fornicated (God, or should I say Gods, I love that word) with the ocean (which I do believe is his brother. Freaky) and he sprung from a coral reef. Hey, It's the truth.
I attempt to park my car near them without hitting anyone, though I was considering just slightly tapping Analyne, but that's wrong. You don't hit a lady, even if it is a harpy offspring. I got out of the car, struck my best Alabaster Jones (He's my pimp alter-ego) pose, then walked the few steps to them. I wanted to say something über cool like, "What's crackin', bitches", but what I said was,
"Shouldn't you guys be in school. In New York. Not here?"
San José laughed. "I see Lima's made you soft Big Bear." Ah, Big Bear, It'd been a while since I'd been called that. Let's just say there's a reason I was Big Bear, and yes, that is a euphemism. Oh, wait a minute! I almost forgot, Lima did not make me soft! He's a spoiled Manhattan socialite brat. How much softer can you get? At least the people down here kick ass first, kick ass again, and then attempt to ask a question but get side tracked by another session of ass kicking, or so I've heard. Just like Chuck Norris
"No. I've just grown up. You should try it sometime." Meow! I torched your ass!
"Touché, touché." He smirked (As many times as I've used touché, I do not know what it means. I'm not even sure he used it in the right sense). "You looked stressed. Want a little something to handle it?" Michael, now that I think about it, he hadn't even looked at me, handed him a small plastic bag filled with tablets. (A.N. Oh la la!) José pushed it into my hand, and I saw that they had smiley faces printed on them. Not cool! Crack is wack, hugs not drugs, and all that shit.
"You know I don't do that anymore, José." I tried to make him take it back, and Analyne rolled her eyes.
"Hey, I'm just looking out for your well being, but I respect your choices. Keep it for a rainy day, though. Just in case. Hey, you might find some use for it." He waggled his eyebrows at me. "Let's go guys." He winked at me once, then they all piled into a Toyota (ha, I hope you bitch asses crash) a couple of parking spaces down and drove off.
I turned to go inside the building when I saw Kurt walking towards me from his car which was parked about three spaces down in the row across from me; he looked especially hugably, fuckably soft today, and I would've told him so when he stood in front of me, except he looked like he wanted to bite my head off.
"What the hell was that!" Kurt was tapping his foot angrily. I'm kind of guessing he saw and/or heard what happened (was and/or really needed there), so in situations like this, honesty really wasn't the best policy, playing the dumb blond (I didn't bother re-dyeing my hair, it was a long weekend after all) is.
"What was what?" The tips of his ears wer4e starting to turn pink. A clear sign he was angry as fuck.
"You are such a Neanderthal! I don't even¾"
"Hey, wait, not! Do not go there." Now I may be a lot of things, but I was way too aesthetically pleasing (I'm a good accessory to nearly every outfit) and intellectually stimulating to be considered a Neanderthal.
"Oh would you rather be called a druggie? Crack head?"
Not that I was trying to turn this into a humorous situation, but I honestly did not know that Kurt even knew the word druggie, much less crack head.
"Well, which is it?"
I didn't respond, what could I say?
"Thought so. I can't believe I honestly thought you were a good guy!"
(A.N. I honestly think I should write for a soap opera or something, because this part, and really this whole chapter is starting to get seriously soap opery.)
"I'm not as saintly or as innocent as you, but every one has done something they're not proud of, Kurt. You, me, everyone.
"I'm not from here. That much you know. It's different where I'm from. When everyone's eyes are on you, when every step you take is broadcasted, when people point and stare at you when you walk down the street, there is never a chance for any kind of fun. So when people like us¾like the one's you saw me with¾get that small opportunity to let loose and live we snatch it up as quickly as we can, because who knows when we'll get it again."
Kurt's voice wavered when he spoke again. "But drugs? That just makes you a coward."
"Rather be that than a bitch. Oh, go no! I didn't mean that." Why the hell did I say that? Crap!
"Yes, you did mean it, but whatever. Do whatever the hell you want to!"
"Kurt, wait!" I tried to grab his hand, but he snatched away from me.
"Do NOT touch me ever again!" He pushed (well, attempted to) me away from him then strutted away.
I bet I looked ridiculous, pacing back and forth in front of my car, pulling at my hair. I was trying to stop myself from kicking a dent in it. A less than three minute argument successfully ended my sorta friendship (or any chance at a future relationship) with Kurt. The sad thing was, I knew calling Kurt a bitch was going to ruin everything, but I did it anyway. I heard the first bell ring and with a sigh, I picked up my book bag from off the hood of my car and walked inside the building.
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The rest of the day went by in a blur for me. I was late to everyone of my classes, and I'm not even sure of what was being taught (I had to read an oral report which consisted of me standing in front of the class for ten minutes, before I was sent to the principals office(I got detention)).I trudged into glee, and for the first time since I'd joined the club, I didn't want to be there. The only people other than me in the room were Brittany (she always seemed to just be there, which led me to believe that she never actually left the room) and just my lick, Kurt. God, I hated this! Why'd I have to go and screw everything up¾fuck it! I'm gonna e the bigger man here and apologize.
I waked up to him slowly, preparing myself mentally for a few 'harsh words'.
"Um Kurt." I cleared my throat. "Kurt, we need to talk."
"I have nothing to say to you." He said steely, looking straight ahead. Ouch, kitty's got claws.
'Okay, I'll talk and you'll listen." I waited to see if he would reject, and when he didn't I continued.
"Kurt, I'm so, so sorry. I didn't mean it when I said you were a bitch. I was already stressed, and you came at me from nowhere, screaming and accusing me of something I didn't even do¾"
Kurt huffed. "I saw the who¾"
"You just ruined my monologue! Please, let me finish. Okay, so I just snapped and said the first thing that came to my mind that I knew would hurt you. But I need you to understand that I do not do drugs…anymore. That was all just a huge misunderstanding. So do you forgive me?
"I'll forgive you on two conditions."
"What, anything!"
"One, you have to promise me you'll never do any kind of drug, EVER, and two, if you ever feel like doing something stupid call me. No matter what time it is, I'll answer." Oh hell yeah! I was getting Kurt's number! In my head I was doing the sexy grandpa dance. Kurt pulled out a piece of paper and a pencil from out of his messenger bag, and quickly wrote down his number , then handed it to me. I slipped it into my pocket.
"Hug?" I asked, holding out my arms.
He smiled widely (imagine a chorus of angels rocking out to 'Hallelujah') and hugged me back.
"You know," I started. "That offer to go on a date to Breadstix is still on the table."
"Well then I might just take you up on that." He smirked, pulling out of our hug. Was he serious? Could he be serious?
"Are-are you serious?" Curse my stuttering!
"Maybe. I'll have to¾think about it." I ran to the back of the class to my seat next to Brittany. She was gonna love this!
"Brittany, Brittany guess what?"
"Mars is attacking again? I saw the document on TV. about the first attack last night." I should have known better than to ask Brittany 'guess what'. Poor confused baby.
"I think you mean documentary, something that Mars Attacks is not. But as I was saying, Kurt and I are going on a date!"
Other students had started to arrive now.
"I told Kurt his dolphin in shining armour would be swimming his way." Oh my god, you just have to love her.
"Thanks Brittany." I said, pulling her into a hug.
"You're soft, like naked lady skin." Okay…
"Bitch, get off my girl!" Santana sneered, pointing at me with her nail file.
"Oh hey Santana. I'm surprised I didn't hear your fatty arm skin flapping from miles away."
"Oh hell no! Ese, I ain't afraid to fight you." She looked like she was about to stab me in my throat when Mr. Shue stood to attention, and clapped his hands together.
"Okay, everyone take a seat." He picked up a marker and walked over to his white board. "So our lesson for the week is 'Express Yourself'." he said, writing it on the board as he talked. Kurt's hand shot into the air.
"Mr. Shue if I may." Kurt stood up. "I'd like to propose, due to the recent popularity of our Facebook campaign, that the New Directions do Britney Spears."
There was a murmur of excitement in the room. Hell, I was excited. Britney was (arguably) the number one MILF out there, especially now that she's not 'fucking psycho'.
"Sorry Kurt, but our theme is 'Express Yourself'." He pointed towards his white board. "Not Britney."
"Well why can't we express ourselves with her music?"
"Because I said so. Now class¾"
"Why do you have to be so freaking uptight all the time!" Kurt screamed, startling everyone. The boy had lungs, you could give him that.
"Kurt, principal's office, now!" Then I jumped to my feet.
"Mr. Shue, he didn't do anything! It's not his fault you're as agreeable as a droopy-eyed armless child!" There was a collective gasp, followed by a few snickers. I do believe I made my point.
"Well you can go with him too, Reeves!"
"Gladly!" I walked to Kurt, linked elbows with him, and then marched out the room. We walked to the principal's office in silence, but it was that nice, wholesome silence, where you can get some real nice white guy thinking time. We didn't speak to each other until we were sitting in a chair outside Principal Figgin's office. Kurt was the first to speak.
"You didn't have to do that for me." Kurt looked down shyly. He was so cute when he was going all Bambi on me.
"Well, someone needed to tell him about himself, and to be completely honest, I've been waiting for an excuse to say that for a few days now."
"Why do you do that though?" Kurt asked, tilting his head to the side slightly.
"Do what?"
"You know, make these allusions to Charlie Sheen whenever you talk."
"Because he's winning, duh!" Charlie sheen is a god! How can he not know this? That, that' s not even a question!
"He's crazy¾"
"Do NOT call him that! He's not crazy, just a tragically misunderstood warlock."
A look of realization came across his face. "Aww, you've got a celebrity crush!"
For the record, I do NOT have a crush on him. He just speaks to me, he makes me want to be a better person and make a difference in my community (just like the old black guy in Rebecca Black's video for Friday).
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"Oh my Gaga, you totally do!"
"Oh my Gaga, can we talk about something else."
Kurt laughed. "Boo you whore."
"Did you just call me a whore?"
Kurt tried to look innocent. "I don't even know what a whore is."
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Luckily for Kurt, this was his first offence, so he got off with a warning. Unfortunately for me, this was like my third visit to him today. Apparently I caused enough trouble to rival a sir Noah Puckerman (are teachers even allowed to talk about other students like that), so I got in-school detention for the rest of the day. Kurt was sweetheart enough to walk me down to the detention room (even though I knew were it was. The teacher in that room and I were nearly on a first name basis). We were standing outside the room awkwardly for a few moments, then a thought struck me.
"Hey Kurt, you have the glee kid's numbers right?"
"Yeah, I do, why?"
"Can you send everyone a text saying 'Emergency Glee Meeting After School in the Auditorium'? It's not fair that Mr. Shue just turned you down like that without listening to what you were saying."
Kurt smile was watery. "Th-thank you so much, Reeves." Then he surprised me and launched himself onto me and hugged me.
"Uh, you're welcome." I patted him on the back a few times. He pulled away with a blush.
"I, uh, I have to go, but I'll send that text for you." He blushed harder then hurried down the hallway.
I was the first one there for the emergency meeting since the detention teacher let me out early. I totally thought she had the hots for me, I mean, who doesn't want some of this Adonis body. God, sometimes I just want to clone myself and rape the clone over and over again. I wonder if it would be rape, or just masturbation. How do I get so off topic?
Kurt, Mercedes, and Tina walked in a few minutes later. My heart started to beat a little bit faster as I was walking up to Kurt. He smiled at me.
"How'd detention go?"
"It would've been better if you were there?" I quickly backtracked as I saw the look of confusion cross over the three people's faces. "Not that I wanted you to get detention, it just would have been nice to have a distraction in there, because you're a dear friend to me, and I treasure that¾"
"White boy, shut up, you're rambling." Mercedes said, rolling her eyes. "So what's going on between you and my white boy?"
"Well, I've been trying to get Kurt to go out on a date with me, but he refuses to give me a straight answer." Ha, straight answer. I had to hold back laughter at the look of horror on Kurt's face. I guess he didn't know that I had nerve enough to say that. While all of this was happening, poor little Tina was looking extremely out of place, and she went to sit down in one of the seats. I don't think she liked me very well.
"What's wrong with you Kurt! You're usually all over the new kids, and when one comes that actually likes you, you blow him off." I'd love for Kurt to blow me, oh wait, I don't think she meant it like that…it'd be awesome if she did though. Sigh.
Kurt blushed, but he didn't say anything.
By now everyone had filed into the auditorium. When I turned around to walk up to the stage, I nearly screamed when I came face to face with Brittany.
"Oh my god, Brittany, you almost gave me a heart attack."
"I missed you." He hugged me (tightly, I may add) and nuzzled into my neck.
"I missed you too, Brittany, but I need to go up to the stage." She let go of me and looked at me quizzically.
"But the last time I had beef it spoke to me." I wonder if Brittany's ever been to a psychologist. I bet they'd pay US to study her.
"I think you mean steak, sweetie."
"Oh."
I smiled to myself as I walked up to the stage. Poor, poor Brittany. I cleared my throat, as I prepared myself to talk to the group.
"Ladies and Gentleman, I have called you here to bring attention to an injustice that is happening right in our own hallways. Two hundred and thirty-five years ago, our founding fathers wrote 'We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are life, liberty, and the pursuit of Happiness'. We were all created equal, we were all given brains to think with, we were all given tongues to voice our opinions, but what do we do when we are silenced? What do we do when the Happiness we are in pursuit of is pulled out from under us? Do we stay on the ground, crippled and despaired. The answer to this question is not yes, but is HELL TO THE NO!" During the first half of this speech, everyone was staring in rapt silence, but at this they burst out in cheers. "NO! We will pick ourselves up, dust ourselves off, and march all over this wrong doing. When one young man voiced his opinion, he was immediately silenced by the dictator-like oppression over us, and as the people, it is our right to alter or abolish it, and to institute new Government, laying it's foundation on new principles, and organizing its powers in such form, as to them shall seem most likely to affect their Safety and Happiness. We want Happiness, and if Britney Spears brings it to us, who is Mr. Shue to stop it? We must tear down the glee club and rebuild it. Rebuild it into something that represents us all, whether we be cheerio or nerd, straight or gay, nice or slightly bitchy, because no matter our differences we are all the descendents of a brave group of rebels who dared challenge the tyrannical rule of the British. And look where those people have gotten us, the strongest country in the world, the most influential. We are the people, we are Americans, we know what we want, and we want Britney. Now if you agree with me, scream it at the top of your lungs: WE WAN'T BRITNEY!"
There was a loud sound, like a rumble of thunder, as everyone (except surprisingly Brittany) jumped to their feet and stormed out the room. I could here them screaming in the hallways, no doubt starting a riot. Maybe that speech wasn't the best idea. I went down to were Brittany was still sitting, and sat next to her.
"What's wrong Brittany?"
"I agree with Mr. Shue. I don't want to do Britney." OMG, Brittany, doesn't want to do Britney! O, Lame Devil! O Draconian Saint! O The Irony!
"But why? You are Britney?"
"Exactly. I'm am Britney Spears. Brittany Susan Pierce. Brittany S. Pierce. Britney Spears. All my life I've lived in her shadow, and I don't want to anymore. I just want to be me."
"If you do this, I'll get you a cat that doesn't try to steal your soul at night."
"Deal."
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Ilvecoffee-n-narutoYouth: Well, that's the end of part one of Britney/Brittany. Hopefully Part 2 will be up soon. Some quick notes though: I know that the whole Charlie Sheen stuff wasn't going on at this point in the show, but just pretend it is, kinda like a semi-author's universe. I know that the whole people from other school is kinda confusing, but maybe it's not too confusing, and I'll try to clear it up in the next 2 chapters maybe, unless you like them, then I might keep them around lol. Oh, you know that speech that Reeves gave? I put more effort into that speech, than I've put into any of my speeches for Public Speaking this semester. Please R&R, I'm dying for reviews. Don't own Glee, BTW. I'm so exited for the Born This Way Episode (even if I'm not the biggest fan of that song). I've just noticed my author's notes are getting longer and longer.