Dancing in the rain

by Linneagb

Years after the New Directions were discharged Blaine Hummel- Anderson is back. In searching for a new job he gets one at the library at wmhis and decides to get the glee club back. He knows that even with Sue gone it won't be easy but shame on the one who gives up because after all- life isn't about waiting for the storm to pass but learning how to dance in the rain. SYOC closed

4. Introductions part two

Hello again… oh no! It's Linneagb…. Again! But I guess you'll have to live with me returning again and again and again for a little while. So here is introductions part two, and if you haven't realized that, the order with the POV's are girl- boy- girl- boy… etc.

Belle POV

In the break between second and third class I finally walked up the stairs to William McKinley High School and pushed the door open. On the way through the hallway I walked into the bathroom and stopped by the mirror checking so the collar on my button- up was fully covering the bruise on the side of my neck. God knows what trouble I would be in if someone noticed it and asked where it came from.

After making sure both that bruise was covered and there was no others on my hands or any other visible part of my body, then- with only five minutes left before the third class would start I fixed my pony- tail and then walked out of the bathroom and down the hallway to my locker, where I stood when my best friend Seth caught up with me.

"Oh, ouch-you're dressed in red… it's not me is it?" I glared up as an only answer- he was right though- even Seth Anderson- Phillips had learned to see how the color of my clothes would reflect my mood- if I was wearing blue I was sad, red- angry, yellow, happy etc. So today- when I was wearing a red button up with a red skirt and red, low converse there was just no doubt for Seth when he saw me what I was feeling.

"And why are you late?" I sighed and glanced to my watch, ten seconds until the bell would ring, nine, eight, seven. "Bells. Why are you late?" Four, three, two, one…

RIIIIIIIIIIIIING

"I'll explain later." I took a glance at the photo I had hanging on the inside of my locker- the one of me and my brother Lenny- me riding piggy- back on him and stretching my neck for me to be seen behind his shoulder with a big, silly smile- before I slammed the door close. Not noticing that my hand never left the side of the lock.

"F*********************************CK" I shouted. Having more than one of the students in the hallway- and there were many- stopping or just turning around to watch me while I held my bleeding hand in the other and jumped up and down swearing while Seth still stood by my locker- and carefully closed it before gently grabbing my arms to hold me still.

I wasn't one to swear much or often- it happened at the most a couple of times a month- and therefore- during these few seconds I said enough words to otherwise last me at least a decade. That freaking lock that I had thrown right so I got that right in my palm- below the thumb- must have been quite sharp because I felt blood completely soaking my other palm holding around it.

"Stop, stop, stop…" Seth held me still. "Here let me see." I pulled away my hand from him and backed a few steps, I could see and hear him sighing but- since he was one class below me he was going in the other direction, I started to carefully search through my bag in search for a tissue that I used as a temporary bandage around my hand.

"Sorry I'm late." I came into the classroom- on the top floor of course about five minutes too late and sat down. When the teacher walked by I could see him glance to my right hand that I held under the desk- thank God I was left handed! But he just kept on walking and didn't say anything about that- or how I every five minutes grabbed a card from the teacher's desk to go out to the bathroom and get new tissues to roll around my hand until it had stopped bleeding.

Well this day had started of great hadn't it?

After third class it was time for lunch, and I was meeting up with Seth- he had only moved here in the beginning of the summer and hadn't made friends with too many yet- we lived next- doors so I had spent parts of my summer days teaching him what there was to do in this town and showing him around.

It wasn't that I didn't like doing it- the total opposite actually. We had grown closer to be best friends and almost inseparable, he knew all my secrets, I knew all his- well- I believed. But still I couldn't help to wish that he would feel a bit more for me- than just a friend- just like I couldn't help to feel for him.

I sighed and gathered my books and things to leave the classroom when another ring from the bell echoed through the hallways and classrooms of McKinley. In the middle of the crowd where some of the boys are pushing and pulling in others' clothes to get out of the classroom, one of them getting pushed stumbles towards me and after stumbling out of the crowd without having a desk, a chair or a person close enough to grab onto I'm a hundred percent sure I was going to fall and closed my eyes and just waited for the bang.

But it never came

Right when I wondered when the bang's coming I felt two strong arms catch me and when I look up I see a pair of two grey, distressed eyes that belonged to Mr. Jacobson. "I'm sorry" I- as quickly as I can pull myself up on my feet and gather my things again, without meeting Mr. Jacobson's eyes again I hurry out of the room- a good bit after the crowd that was leaving just a second ago.

"Ugh" When I opened my locker again I almost hung into it with my whole head in the locker- to hid my grimacing from the others. "I hate today." I said- more to myself than to anyone else- and said it several times again without expecting an answer. "I hate today, I hate today, I hate today, I hate today, I hate today!" I didn't care about how many people were sending me confused glares as if I had gone completely mad and crazy and actually belonged in an asylum.

"Hey." I felt someone clapping my shoulder and pulled my head out of my locker to turn it and see Seth standing there. "What's going on Bella?" I sighed and threw the things into my locker before checking the wound on my hand to save some time. The cut wasn't big- but deep and the area around it had swollen and was shifting in dark blue and purple. "You should probably go to the nurse with that, it might need stitches or taping." I glared back at him- but was kind of relieved he was talking about something else than why I had been late this morning- not quite as relieved when he started pulling me towards the nurse's office.

"So why were you late?" Of course Seth went back to that when we walked out of the nurse's room with the wound taped up and some weird bandage- glove to keep it dry and to keep the tape in its place. And so of course the question I had hoped Seth would have forgotten by now popped up again.

Well… Seth already knew about my dad so I guess it wouldn't do no harm to tell him anyway.

"Well… dad had run out of beer- and he wanted me to go to the store and get some- even though I had already over- slept. And I did… and then they didn't have the kind of beer my dad likes so I just got something- dad was angry- and even though I was already late for school he talked me into going to another store- almost an hour's walking from where I live and get what he wanted." Seth frowned and I could see him glance at the bruises on my neck. "Don't worry Seth, he didn't touch me- he'd never do that- but the road was wet some car sprayed water all over me and there was some stone that flew with the water and hit my neck."

Seth didn't look like he was satisfied with my answer- I hoped that he would be eventually because it was the whole truth. "And then when I came home I was soaking wet from head to toe and angry and cold so I had to shower to get warm and get some new clothes and then I could finally go to school." Seth bit his lip and I glanced over the bulletin board to try and find a possible change of subject.

But as I turned back to Seth he stood with his mouth open and a dreamy look in his eyes that were wide open and staring right in front of him. "Who is that?" He said with a dreamy and slow tone in his voice. I turned my head and looked to where he was looking to see a tall, skinny girl dressed in blue and grey clothes that stood by her locker and tried to make herself invisible to the gang of bullies passing by before she closed her locker and then rushed down the hall towards the cafeteria.

I felt a gust of anger- and even though I didn't want to admit it- hatred towards the girl I didn't know the name of- it didn't take much thinking to understand that Seth was head over heels falling for this- so far nameless girl- after all these days I had spent doing my best to be nice to Seth- dressed up and everything and just doing my best not to show the new anger that was boiling up inside of me.

I saw the girl standing by the bulletin board and the paper about the glee club I had spotted earlier, she took the pencil in her hand and since I didn't notice her letting go of it again I turned to Seth and fizzled. "Maybe you should join the glee club with her to get to know her." Without waiting for an answer I grabbed my bag from my locker and walked out of the school building to get to the gym where we had PE.

Everything had gone so bad today everything that was left now was the sky coming down on me.

Just as I had thought that a lightning broke the heaven in two pieces for a split second before a loud thunder was heard and suddenly it was raining- and it went from all dry to raining as if the skies were coming down in one second- but I didn't move- I just stood there and felt my hair getting so wet it seemed like a black hood lying glued with water towards my brown skin.

"You have got to be kidding me." I mumbled.

I hadn't the time to get to the cafeteria and eat lunch but I didn't feel like eating now, and the sentence that my lips created with the words rising from my throat couldn't have been more correct.

"I hate today"

Seth POV

When I and Belle left the nurse's office I more or less pulled out of her what had happened this morning and how she had gotten that bruise on her neck- she gave me a fully believable explanation… hold on… was that a word? Well… I just didn't really know if I'd believe it. I had met Mr. Jolie Sr. a couple of times- he was…. Not polite, not nice, not in control of showing his feelings- or anything else.

And even though Bella kept on telling me he would never physically hurt her- and I did want to believe her so badly.

I just didn't know if I could.

When she gave me the last explanation I didn't really know what to answer so I looked around trying to find one.

And that was when I saw her!

By the bulletin board and with the pencil to sign up for something in her hand stood a tall, skinny girl with blonde, long hair- and boy was she beautiful? Just looking at her made my heart beat in my chest as if it was going to hop out. "Who is that?" I barely knew I was saying it myself- but I needed to know. And I wasn't really aware of anything than the pretty girl by the board and my question until Belle's voice brought me back to reality.

"Maybe you should join the glee club with her to get to know her." Belle fizzled and turned around before she pulled her bag out of her locker and then turned around to rush to the door before she went out of my sight before I had had the time to answer her or even react or understand to what she had said- and boy- even after several seconds I couldn't understand what she seemed so angry about, at last I shrugged.

"Girls!" I sighed and turned towards the girl still standing by the bulletin board and run a hand through my hair with my heart pounding in my chest for more than one reason. "Hej" I walked over to the- very pretty girl standing by the board and introduce myself- without realizing my mistake. "Jag heter Seth…" I held out my hand to shake hers but she only stares up at me as if I would have gone mad- and I didn't realize until then that I had introduced myself right and everything- only in Swedish.

Crap!

"J- jag.." I stuttered, felt my face go red as a tomato in embarrassment. "Ja- jag jag menar." Well… I wasn't making anything better was I? The girl had let go of the pencil hanging on the board without having signed up, turned around and walked away. "Ugh" I hit my head just as a roll of thunder echoed through McKinley high school.

I looked up at the names on the list of people that had signed up to audition for the new glee club, there were three names- no wait! Four- two of them had signed up together- they had to be siblings or something because they had the same last name. I sighed- I liked singing- I liked playing the guitar and playing the piano- I liked dancing too- only during some circumstances I wasn't too fit to dance.

"Oh damn it" I fizzled when I felt my foot scratch. Well… what was it that Christian's said… what would Jesus do? Well… what would Seth Love Anderson- Philips do in a situation where his foot was scratching? What would Seth Love Anderson- Philips do? Scratch it? Well… if there only hadn't been for one tiny little problem!

There wasn't really a foot there to scratch!

I turned around from the bulletin board and walked into the boys' bathroom, locked myself in a stall and then pulled up my leg to make sure no one would be able to bend down and see under the stalls when I pulled the slack of my sweatpants up- over the prosthetic leg that well- reached up to my thigh. I pulled of the straps holding the prosthetic to well… what was left of my real leg and then scratched under it- it helped a little.

"Stupid thing." I whispered to myself pulling it on again and then walked out of the stall with the slack pulled down again, with that, my sock and the shoe no one would be able to see the prosthetic- which was a big part of why me and my adoptive family had moved to Lima from Maine in June- right after I had ended my Freshman year in high school- a year full of- for me- bullying, stomachaches, headaches, nervousity and nausea because I was so nervous about going to school where I knew I would hear one insult after the other, and sometimes physically hurt because of some of the bullies.

Actually it hadn't only been that from after the plane crash that had eventually left me with- as some people said it- "A leg and a half"- I had always been more or less bullied- because I was adopted- for the way I mixed up my mother language with English when I was nervous even though I'd moved to America at such a young age, for being Swedish, for not being into sports, for being a musician etc. etc. etc. It was only that after I turned up in the middle of middle high with two crutches and slow walking because of a prosthetic leg- everything got so much worse.

In fact- now when I always wore slacks the only thing that could tell someone I didn't know to know about the prosthetic leg- was a very, very slight limp. As good as nobody would notice it and when and if someone did and asked- I'd just say that one of my legs was slightly shorter than the other- it was a believable reason and it didn't lead to any further questions so it was for the best.

Thoughts about the life I had had in Aroostook County I sighed and shook my head so I felt my straight, brown hair fly in every direction despite all my earlier attempts to have it lay in the exact right way. I sighed and saw a few tresses of my brown hair falling into my eyes, and then stood up while glancing towards my watch, it was still twenty minutes until my Geography lesson started so I still had a good while to get into the cafeteria, buy something and eat.

But where was Belle?

Another thunder- further away this time was heard and I walked away to the door- with big windows in them- and saw Belle standing out in the middle of the yard and the middle of the pouring rain. She was standing with her back against me, but she was easy to recognize as I pushed the door open and pulled off my hoodie.

"Bella what are you doing?" I hung it over her shoulders and try to lead her inside. "Come on- you're going to catch a cold if you don't get inside and get something new on." Belle had a sad look on her face that weren't actually helped by the fact that she also looked as if her thoughts were somewhere far away- with her hair lying flat towards her head and down towards her shoulders and back.

"Go away" She said- just barely as loud as I could hear it. "Just go and follow that girl wherever- I don't care." I scratched my neck, I didn't have any idea about what she was talking about- well I did- I just didn't really understand the meaning of it. "Here." She pulled my hoodie off and then walked away over the school yard.

I pulled a hand through my hair and bit my lip. Damn it! Why couldn't I just see what I had done wrong? Well… whatever it was… thinking was usually easier without rain pouring over your head already soaking through your clothes-and on top of it all easier without my stomach grumbling with hunger.

"Girls!" I sighed again and turned towards the school building and while I hurried through the rain to get inside. Just as I came inside I felt with my palm over my hair- well at least my hair had finally ended in the position I wanted- even though it would stand in all kinds of directions as soon as it dried.

During the time I sat in a corner of the cafeteria- I had chosen a place not too far from the blonde girl I… well… was falling for…

Falling for!?

My god!

I tried to push the thought that Belle might be falling for me away- to me she had been like… like a sister since we moved here- she was my best friend but to me it was now obvious that she wanted to be something else- something I couldn't be to her.

The thoughts were spinning in my head as I tried once again to push the thought about Belle falling in love with me- but the more I thought about it the more believable it seemed to be and I automatically ate my lunch before- just as automatically getting out of the cafeteria and through hallways and geography, fighting to seem like I always did but with thoughts spinning in my head in that way that make them seem too fast to catch.

At last there were only one possible option for me. I didn't really want Bella to feel like she did for me- it would only hurt her when she would have to face that I didn't feel the same- but I didn't want to lose her as a friend- and whatsoever I decided to just act like I hadn't found out what she felt and just treat her like I had always done.

"Hey!" A bit nervous but trying to sound secure and act like nothing had happened I caught up with her between fourth and fifth class of the day. "I didn't sign up for glee club… yet…" I was going to say more when Belle interrupted, after glaring up at me- oh if glares could have killed!

"Why didn't you? Wasn't it worth doing to come closer to the love of your life?" It wasn't really like Belle to use this tone- against anyone, and I bit my lip thinking about what to say. "Can you just leave me alone okay?" She started turning around but I grabbed her shoulder and pulled her so she stood turned to me again.

"Because you didn't- Belle- I love singing, I love playing guitar and piano- you like dancing and singing- you are so far the only one I know well here in Lima- glee club would be a perfect way for me to make new friends- but Bella I'm not doing it without you! You're my best friend and I'm not going to let you waste the chance of doing what you love for me to do what I love." I silent- well- no one could at least blame me for plan about what I was saying too much.

Belle bit her lip and looked away and then looked up at me. "On one condition!" I nodded and raised an eyebrow at her. "Or two actually, one- You let me help you do what else you love and two-don't you dare give up when things gets hard cause you have a way with giving in too easily." I couldn't help but let hear a short chuckle at what she stated- she was right though.

"Deal!" I held out my hand and then laid my arm around her shoulders and walked over to the bulletin board, then signed up my name right below Jasper and Evie Birch's and then handed the pencil to Belle so she could sign up right below my name. "Well… the director" I read through the paper. "His last name is Anderson… I wonder if he's Swedish!" I smirked back at Belle.

"He doesn't have to be Swedish- it can be an American name too you know!" I nodded, I knew- of course I knew- but it was only that in Sweden- even though it was pronounced differently- Anderson was one of the most common surnames. "Come on then lovey." I moaned at the nickname- it came from my middle name- which had been my first name before I moved to America where it meant something else.

"It's Love" I shouted after her when she backed through the hallway still looking at me. "L-oo- V- eh. And you better learn it before tomorrow 'cause if you don't I'm not promising I'll stay in that club no matter how much you want me to." I turned around to head for my locker, and glanced at the blonde, pretty girl, now standing by the bulletin board yet again

With the pencil in her hand

Charlotte POV

Walking through the hallway I stopped by the bulletin board and used a pencil hanging by a paper for signing up for some new club and reached it to the paper for signing up for booking one of the dancing halls for about an hour, or at least a part of it… at least checking so I could be there for a while later today.

I signed up to be in the hall at four in the afternoon- right after history- class- my last class of today would have ended- and right so I would be done for today when Liam's- my step- brother's try- out for the McKinley high school basketball team was over- and we could walk together home. I was not walking on my own- last year- before I was in high school and before Liam's mum Kirsten had married to my dad and Kirsten and Liam had moved in with me, my dad and my older sister.

Well… there had been a few problems- amongst others my sister Frances and her best friend Lucy Everlark had thought it was hilarious to push their way past me and push me into mud puddles whenever there were any- and some of the bullies from here would come from McKinley to the middle school I was in then and then follow me all the way home, throwing their insults everything they wanted, all until I would break down and run the rest of the way home crying.

But it had changed this year- even though it had only been a week of the term I had noticed that whenever I was with Liam no one would throw their insults or their blows or whatever they wanted- and if they did- actually they had done but Liam had made very clear to them that it would only take for him to snap his fingers and he would make the whole school turn against them- and then it stopped.

It still happened when he wasn't around though- but I guess I'd just have to live with it.

I shook my head and returned from my thoughts to let go of the pencil after signing up to dance, but just as I turned around to leave the paper that the pencil was hanging with caught my eye "Glee club" I stopped and read what it said. "Auditions Tuesday September the twelfth. Director Blaine Anderson" I bit my lip hesitating.

I really loved singing and dancing, and a thought that maybe joining the glee club would help me making friends- maybe even find something that could be something more than a friend- find someone why would be worthy my first kiss… I pushed the thought aside- that wasn't like me. I turned to the paper again and was just signing up when a boy with brown hair, green eyes and pale skin came up.

He said something- and he seemed to be talking to me- only it was in some language I couldn't understand. He silent and then he suddenly went red in the face, and started stuttering something- also this something I couldn't understand- I couldn't even recognize what language it was. I bit my lip- people I didn't know coming up to talk to me always made me feel nervous, but as the boy just stuttered something I didn't know what else to do but then to turn around and walk away.

I hurried away from the boy and walked into the cafeteria where I got food, paid for it and then walked over to a table in the corner where I sat down and glanced to a table not far from mine where Liam sat and talked and laughed with his friends. I glanced down at my pasta, grabbed my fork and then looked up and glanced back at Liam- who hadn't seemed to notice me at all.

I looked down at my pasta again- It had been a while since I had more or less stopped eating and danced and jogged several hours a day to lose weight. The training hadn't been too hard to pull down on- I hated jogging and even though I loved dancing I didn't love the way I had pushed myself to dance more and more and do harder and harder steps until I would end up falling and hurting myself- even pull down on the time I was dancing to do other things that papers and pages on the Internet told to be effective to lose weight.

That was the easy part- dealing with the food had been a hundred times harder than that. And still only looking at the huge plate with pasta and cheese made me want to throw up- I looked back at Liam- he was telling some joke to his friend and they laughed so the laughs echoed through the cafeteria while I felt tears burn behind my eyes.

Liam had helped me eat a lot, he'd sit by and say and do what it took for me to eat- no matter how long it took. Jump and make some cheerleading- number if he had to, but mostly just sat there with a hand on my shoulder or back as long as he wasn't eating himself and said what needed to be said to have me eating at least as much as I needed.

I let go of the fork, looked down and wiped the tears from my eyes. I felt so silly crying about something as silly that I simply couldn't eat- but I just couldn't and I couldn't fight them back. "Hey" The next time I looked up was when I heard Liam's voice and him coming to sit down by me. "Are you alright Lottie?" I nodded without looking up- well- I could always try and fool him!

"I just can't…" I almost whispered, Liam placed his tray on the table and reached for an apple on his which he reached to me at the same time that he pulled out a tissue from his bag and reached it to me- well- I guess spending so much time with me had taught him that it would be the best to keep them close- I was always such a wimp crying over nothing and everything.

"Can you eat… this apple, and then a third of that pasta- and we'll start with that okay?" I nodded- at least an apple was better than fatty pasta and cheese, and I carefully took the apple from Liam's hand and took a bite. At the start Liam continued eating his own food, but he finished and then just sat there and held a hand towards my shoulder while I slowly took bites from the pasta with what was left of the apple I had eaten up lying on the table by my tray.

"Okay." I said after eating a third of the pasta. "I think… maybe I should eat more!" Liam nodded slowly. "But I don't… I don't know…" Liam took my chin in his hand and looked straight into my eyes.

"Yes- you should eat more- and yes- you could eat more- come on Lottie- you're stronger than those demons." I nodded and grabbed the fork again, and continued taking one bite after another until I had eaten almost half of what was left. "Finished?" I nodded, Liam clapped my shoulder while I gathered everything to walk out of the cafeteria. "You did great today"

"I need to get to my lesson now, I have Mr. Jacobson- you know what he's like…" I said later. "But… but I was thinking about joining the glee club that someone is putting up." Liam was always great with advice. "So… do you think I should sign up? I almost did it but then… I didn't really know… I mean I just…"

"Stop stuttering and let me answer for Christ's sake!" Liam exclaimed. "You should. You love singing and dancing and… glee club would be perfect for you. Maybe the glee club could help you with your confidence and help you making friends and everything too." Liam ruffled in my hair. "So you should go for it. You should go now- I know Mr. Jacobson." Liam clapped my shoulder and then disappeared down the hallway and around a corner.

I didn't have any time before fourth class, but after that, for the fifth class I would be in the classroom just by the board so when I could see the teacher coming down the hallway I grabbed the pencil, come on- the worst that could happen was that I didn't make it in- and even though I had been told that I was a good singer and dancer I wasn't sure I believed them- I would hate myself for not taking a shot on this.

So I grabbed the pencil but right as I put it towards the paper I hesitated- I wasn't a person that liked the spotlight-in fact I didn't like it at all so as soon as I thought about that with this I would make a commitment for somewhere I would have to be in the spotlight. "COME ON LOTTIE" I heard Liam shout and looked up to see him passing by in a crowd of people. "YOU CAN DO IT" I smiled at my step- brother's kind words and then turned back towards the paper.

And before I had the time to change my mind

I signed up

After all

The worst that could happen would be that I didn't make it in

Right?

Dakota POV

I jumped, kicked, danced, threw my arms out and then pulled them arms in again while I danced around in front of Coach Matthews's table in the gym at school, trying out for the cheerleading squad. Ending up with a split and then when the music ended I slowly made my way up on my feet and glanced to the lock at the wall to see how long it was before the sixth and last class of the day started.

"That was really good Mr. Lopez" Coach Matthews said. "I won't say anything yet- but the list of the people making it in will be on the board tomorrow morning." I gave Coach Matthews a nod and then walked to get my bag and head for the locker room. "However- if you're going to be a cheerleader you're going to need another pair of sneakers."

I lowered my head and looked down at my old, ragged sneakers. "Don't worry sir." I stated and lifted my feet to see the sole more or less hanging from the rest of the shoe in a few threads. "I just wanted to give these a nice goodbye." I grabbed my Louis Vitton bag and threw it over my shoulder before jogging towards the locker room.

In the excitement of knowing- or at least thinking that I made my audition pretty good I pushed the door to the locker room open a bit heard, I felt the door hit something- or rather someone- and heard- whoever it was I heard him fall and then moan before I held the door fully opened and could see him.

I recognized the boy as a Junior- but I didn't know his name and had never spoken to him- only seen him a few times the last week of my first week in my freshman year at McKinley and secretly checked him out in the hallway- he was a football player- and he had been hit and pushed over by me pushing the door open and now sat on the floor with his hand under his bleeding nose.

"Oh I am so, so sorry." I reached for a holder with tissues and pulled out a couple of them to reach to the boy who gratefully took them and held one to his nose. "I really, I'm so sorry." I started stuttering some pathetic excuse- oh God! Dakota!

Where on earth was Rocky when I needed him?

I guess I could say that Rocky was kind of my alter- ego- he was the one that I was out around people- he was strong, he didn't give anything about what other people say or did, he didn't care whether what he said was right or not or nice or mean, he just did- and he just said. It wasn't that I had some personality disorder or was schizophrenic or anything- but out among others- I put on a cover- a cover that was so far from the real me I had given that part of me another name- Rocky!

It was just that in some situations- especially if it happened something without me putting Rocky in the front- that I just had some trouble with switching to Rocky if it maybe was for the best- in this situation Rocky would have just shrugged it off and walked away but I couldn't help but to stutter my pathetic excuses and worry that I had seriously hurt this guy- maybe broken his nose.

"HEY" The boy shouted at last and held up a hand to silent me while he used the other to push himself up onto his feet again. "It's alright- don't worry buddy it's already stopped bleeding and it could have happened to anyone. Chill out okay?" I nodded slightly when he threw the tissues in the bin and then washed his hands. "Well" He held out his hand. "I'm Benjamin by the way." I shook it.

"Dakota Lopez" I moved my hand to hold it at the shoulder strap of my bag- trying to avoid to stare Benjamin in the eyes- his eyes- they were just so… so blue! And so… so… beautiful! God! Stop it Dakota you're not falling in love now! This guy is probably straight anyway.

"Well… I suppose I'll see you around. Nice to meet you Dakota Lopez." Benjamin passed me and walked out of the room but I didn't move- I felt my heart beating and I couldn't move an inch for several minutes- before I shook my head, turned towards the locker room and slowly walked inside- but almost forgotten what it was that I was doing.

While I was standing with my hair dripping water over all of my things and a towel around my waist my phone suddenly rang- and only on the ringing tone I knew it was my cousin Santana- well- she always called with a good timing didn't she. "Dakota" I pressed answer and tried to pull on a shirt while talking on the phone.

"Hey Koty"

"Hey Santana. What's up?"

"I was just wondering how your audition went? You told me you were having it today! Koty? Kota? Daaaakota?" I woke up from thinking about Benjamin when she called my name several times in a row. "Dakota are you still there? I can hear you're there- are you alright?"

"Yeah," I shook my head to return to reality. "Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. I think the audition went well actually but I suppose I won't really know until tomorrow though." I sat down and tried to pull on my pants still while talking to Santana. "Listen San… can I call you back I'm kind of in a rush right now I soon have a lesson and…"

"Yeah, no, I just wanted to say one more thing. Dakota- one of my friends from that glee club I was in- he's setting up a new glee club this year- I know you love singing and dancing Kota- how could I not? I really think you should join it!" I stopped in the middle of a movement with pulling a shoe on. Glee club? Me? Come on- Glee club was for nerds and outcasts wasn't it?

Wasn't it?

"I don't know San."

"Kota I mean it- you really should. I know how the glee club can help you- I know it can help you dare to be who you really are if you want to- it helped me when I was at McKinley remember…. Come on Dakota- give it a shot! Give it a month and then quit if you don't like it." I shook my head even though I knew she couldn't see me.

"Nah San- I'm not so sure."

"Come on… Dakota I know you can do this- and I know you want to- because I know you love singing and dancing even though you never told anyone- come on- give it a month." I sighed. She was right- I did love singing and dancing- even though I couldn't understand how she knew because I hadn't dared to tell anyone yet.

"I don't know what dad would say about that…" I tried.

"Oh come on Kota. Don't give a damn about your dad- I know he wants you to get into economics or whatever but this is your life- and what you want to do- and Kota I know you better than anyone else and I'm telling you that giving it a month or two will help you so much more than you could ever imagine!" I sighed- I didn't really have any arguments left.

"I need to go now. But I'm going to think about it okay?" Before Santana had the time to answer I hung up on her and pushed the phone down in my pocket before I grabbed my bag and walked out in the hallway again and across the school yard to get into the main school building. And one of the first thing I spotted while I walked through another hallway and glancing over the bulletin board was the paper for auditioning for the glee club.

I couldn't help but stop- even though I knew I was late for the lesson I stopped and hesitated- maybe Santana was right- maybe this was what I needed! I thought to the baby- blue notebook that laid hidden between a few books in one of my desk drawers at home. It was in that notebook I wrote my poems and my songlyrics.

Santana had told me about how the glee club she was in had helped her and a few of the people she knew to be true to themselves about who they really were- maybe if I joined this glee club- it would like it had done for some of them in New Directions to reach for my dreams- and help me stand up to my dad and do what I really wanted!

My hand was shaking when I put the pencil to the paper and quickly signed my name before I took a step back and glanced over the list of people that had signed up.

Lea- Marie Hale
Bradon Fredericks
Jasper and Evie Birch
Seth Anderson- Phillips
Belle Jolie
Charlotte Amato
Dakota Lopez

I pulled out my phone of my pocket and while walking towards the classroom I text messaged Santana. "I signed up. But if this goes wrong I know who I'm going to blame." Then I put the phone down again and jogged the rest of the way to not get to class any later than what I already was.

And in some way I just felt relieved, as if I knew already made I had made the right choice.

Hello again! And before anyone wonders… yes, it's possible for people with one amputated limb to still have pain and/ or itching from the amputated limb- it's called phantom pains or something like that- it's because… well I guess I don't need to write it here.

Oh and well, I have been doing polyvores for the characters (except for Bradon and Keagan and their audition outfits- they're made by LocaXmusicXjellybeanX. And Dakota and his room- they're made by Babygleefan11) but all of the edits for the story is in a collection on my polyvore- link is on my profile. (Also to you who's interested in seeing the audition outfits. I changed Christie's- yes for a reason, so if you checked it out earlier you might want to check it again)