Growing Ensemble or Grandissons Together Chapter 7 Back Where We Belong, a glee fanfic

Grandissons Together

AnniKay

Sam/Mercedes/Puck

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AN: This is the third story in the Learning French Universe. The New Directions begin their Senior year.

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This playlist is also available on my profile. It's all the songs in order for all the Expositions in the next few, ie, twelve chapters.

To all my loverly FanFiction friends, DreaC, MariposaFria, Emzjuk, Thank you all for the amazing updates you put out while I was computerless. Hopefully this shout out will make up for the fact that I am way too lazy to go back and review them all. So sorry ladies. I know I suck, but in my defense, if I did go back and review all the stuff I read in the library and at work (Don't tell my boss) it would take me forever to get this next chapter up. BTW ladies, I'm looking for the next big drama. I'd love to hear you thoughts.

Chapter 7
Careless

Lauren Point of View
This is the first summer I can honestly say I almost regretted going to AV camp and actually did regret going to Wrestling camp. I got there and I missed my friends. I missed my Finnie. Hell, I missed Finn. The time at AV camp was actually easier, since it was AV camp electronics of all kinds were not only allowed, they were encouraged. Finnie and I were able to skype twice a day. He and I were able to find time to get off, and it was ok. But Wrestling Camp was hell. I had grown accustomed to hearing Finn's begging tones and the feel of his big hands, touching myself just didn't cut it.

When I got home there still wasn't any time for us to really have some alone time. My parents were all up on the whole 'tell us about your summer' kick. So the only real contact I had with Finn was a hug and the phone. But then, Mercedes and her boys decided to host a pajama jammie jam, and I thought that would be my chance. But other than a little naughtiness, nothing real popped off. I've got to say though I did enjoy watching Tina giving Mike his lap dance. I should have had Finn muzzle his brother; I'd love to see how far those two went. It would have been like real life anime. I wasn't expecting things to stay as tame as they did. I mean I didn't expect an orgy…but I did kind of expect/hope that we'd be able to get some real alone time.

Instead, we had to just play quietly after the others were asleep. Thankfully with the length of my gown, going without panties had been a daring, but not very, game I'd played that night. After I was sure everyone was asleep, I woke Finnie, by cutting off his air supply. I put my hand over his mouth and nose, and was surprised that not only did he physically jump wake, his dick got rock hard too. I'll have to be really careful about that. I don't want him getting into breath play…ever. He's too eager to please, somebody could really hurt him and he wouldn't even say shit.

He looked at me with those big brown eyes, and I could see not just my domination over him reflected there, but his joy in that domination. He slowly mouthed, I missed you. And I couldn't help but cover his mouth with mine. His hands moved of their own accord, I didn't tell him not to touch me, so he did. He smoothed his big hands down my back and over my butt. He moaned into my mouth when I straddled him. I take the shot every three months, so I usually rely on condoms for disease protection. But Finnie is disease free, besides, I'd have had to leave the basement to go upstairs and get one out of my bag. I didn't feel like it. Thank God for whoever decided that dudes needed that flap in their boxers and pajama pants. I was able to get to my toy without having to get up. As I lowered myself slowly, God did he get thicker while I was gone, onto him; Finn quietly shouted "Thank you, Ma'am."

I leaned forward and whispered my voice strained with want and need and pleasure. "Fuck Finnie, you're stretching me so much. God I missed you. I missed my dick. You know that you aren't allowed to cum until I say so, right?"

"Yes Ma'am. Oh gosh, you're so wet. You feel so good Ma'am." He moaned quietly. "Missed you so much." I rode him until I had cum three times, each one harder and more fulfilling than the one before. I looked down at him, reveling in the control he gave me. His face was strained with the need for release, the pleasure and the torment of the feel of me around him.

Locking my eyes with his, I finally gave him the permission he so desperately needed. He bucked up under me throwing me into another orgasm. I couldn't control my own sounds this one was so strong, so I captured his lips and we screamed into each other. Unable to support my own weight after that, I collapsed. He rolled me carefully to the side but stayed inside me. He managed to pull the covers up over us and we slept that way the rest of the night.

The chicks at school might have a problem with the quarterback of the football team going out with a chick that looks like me…but none of them had the balls to say some shit to my face. They might try to push up on him behind my back, but I'm not worried about that. They can't begin to understand him, and if they could they would try to convince him to change. Fuck that shit. We were just fine just the way we were. We'd just done bonding afterschool Monday. Mainly I've been convincing him to do his own thinking. I'm starting to wonder if the truth of the matter isn't that he is not dumb…his brain has just atrophied from disuse. Tuesday I helped him go through his dad's cds and while we were looking for him, I managed to find my shocker song.

Wednesday was cool and hard at the same time. I don't know how Santana and Brittany were able to stay in their seats while Artie was musically baring his soul. Hell I wanted to go give the skinny little dictator a hug. Me and Artie we bonded in the AV club, and there he is not at all as nice as he is everywhere else. there isn't a single member of the AV club who wonders how he and Santana can be in a relationship…we know that he can be every bit as evil as she can when it comes to his directing.

But then during Finn's first song I understood. They stayed seated because as much as we'd like to wrap them in bubble wrap…we have to let them do some hard shit on their own. That night after football practice, he came over to help me pick my other songs. But I was ready Thursday. Looking around the club, I steal my nerves and try to decide how to answer the questions Shelby is sure to ask.

Shelby's Point of View

Lauren was already standing in the center of the room by the time I enter. She was looking determined and ready. "Ok. We won't beat around the bush today. Lauren, why don't you tell me about your songs."

She sighed. "Ok. I'm not a singer. I love music. I have playlists for every single activity I do. I can carry a tune and I can harmonize but that's about it. You guys needed me to be able to compete, and I love to compete. Not to mention, I've grown attached to some of you so I figured I'd come back. I picked songs I love. Songs that I've loved for a long time. I'm not one of those Johnny come lately music types. Let's be honest a lot of today's music really, really sucks ass. If they aren't autotuned then their lyrics aren't talking about anything that matters. Sometimes I wonder if the entire music industry thinks we're all brainless automatons, then I realize that for most part they are right. So anyway my songs are older, but I like them so if you don't…you can kiss my…yeah never mind."

I could only smile in agreement. "Ok. Go ahead whenever you are ready."

She nodded and began to sing.

Fiona Apple
Criminal
I've been a bad bad girl
I've been careless
With a delicate man
And it's a sad sad world
When a girl will break a boy
Just because she can
Don't you tell me to deny it
I've done wrong and
I want to
Suffer for my sins

*Her voice is actually not horrible. She will never be a lead singer. But she can stay on key.*

I've come to you
'Cause I need
Guidance to be true
And I just don't know
Where I can begin
What I need is
A good defense
'Cause I'm feelin'
Like a criminal
And I need
To be redeemed
To the one
I've sinned against
Because he's all
I ever knew of love
*She did say that she's not a singer so I'm unsurprised that she didn't rearrange the music. But she is loyal, and I believe that loyalty should be rewarded. I have a feeling that if I did ask her to leave, the rest of the kids would rebel and tell me where to shove my opinion.*

Heaven help me
For the way I am
Save me from
These evil deeds
Before I get them done
I know tomorrow brings
The consequence at hand
But I keep livin' this day like
The next will never come

*She is a decent mimic. I may be able to cultivate that into stronger background vocals. I will have to see.*

Oh help me but
Don't tell me to deny it
I've got to cleanse myself
Of all these lies till
I'm good enough for him
I've got a lot to lose
And I'm bettin' high
So I'm beggin' you
Before it ends
Just tell me where to begin

What I need
Is a good defense
'Cause I'm feelin'
Like a criminal
And I need
To be redeemed
To the one
I've sinned against
Because he's all
I ever knew of love

*She is a very large girl, but she has a quality that makes her both intimidating and yet nurturing. She seems to be involved with Finn now. I wonder. Perhaps he'd not as closeted in his needs as I thought.*

Let me know the way
Before there's hell to pay
Give me room to lay
The law and let me go
I've got to make a play
To make my lover stay
So what would an angel say
The devil wants to know

What I need
Is a good defense
'Cause I'm feelin'
Like a criminal
And I need
To be redeemed
To the one
I've sinned against
Because he's all
I ever knew of love

What I need is
A good defense
'Cause I'm feelin'
Like a criminal
And I need
To be redeemed
To the one
I've sinned against

Because he's all
I ever knew of love

"Nice, Lauren. You may not be a lead singer, but you do have the abilities to be a solid choral member." I reassured her. She nodded and moved into her second song. It is amazing what I am learning about these children…no young people from their song choices.

Aerosmith
Cryin'

There was a time
When I was so broken hearted
Love wasn't much of a friend of mine
The tables have turned, yeah
'Cause me and them ways have parted
That kind of love was the killin' kind
Now listen
All I want is someone I can't resist
I know all I need to know by the way that I got kissed

*I was right, she is a mimic. Not an impersonator, or anything like that. She simply hears and repeats it the way she hears it. Not many understand the place of that gift in the music; far too many of the more gifted mimics are being pushed to the forefront as vocalist now. I won't make that mistake. But I do think I can help to cultivate that for her time here.*

I was cryin' when I met you
Now I'm tryin' to forget you
Love is sweet misery
I was cryin' just to get you
Now I'm dyin' cause I let you
Do what you do - down on me

Now there's not even breathin' room
Between pleasure and pain
Yeah you cry when we're makin' love
Must be one and the same

It's down on me
Yeah I got to tell you one thing
It's been on my mind
Girl I gotta say
We're partners in crime
You got that certain something
What you give to me
Takes my breath away
Now the word out on the street
Is the devil's in your kiss
If our love goes up in flames
It's a fire I can't resist

I was cryin' when I met you
Now I'm tryin' to forget you
Your love is sweet misery
I was cryin' just to get you
Now I'm dyin' cause I let you
Do what you do to me

'Cause what you got inside
Ain't where your love should stay
Yeah, our love, sweet love, ain't love
If you give your heart away

I was cryin' when I met you
Now I'm tryin' to forget you
Your love is sweet misery
I was cryin' just to get you
Now I'm dyin' just to let you
Do what you do what you do down to me,
baby, baby, baby

I was cryin' when I met you
Now I'm tryin' to forget you
Your love is sweet misery
I was cryin' when I met you
Now I'm dyin' cause I let you
Do what you do down to , down to, down to, down to
I was cryin' when I met you
Now I'm dyin' to forget you
Your love is sweet
I was cryin' when I met you

She finished that one and moved directly into her last song. From the first two songs I'd believed that she was a rock type. But she gave me a pleasant surprise with her choice of the final song.

Blake Shelton
Baby

My brother said that I
was rotten to the core.
I was the youngest child,
so I got by with more.

*She does far better at this lower register.*

I guess she was tired by
the time I came along.
She'd laugh until she cried,
I could do no wrong.
She would always save me,
because I was her baby.

*She'll never be a front line singer, but with this ability, she certainly will add a richness and fullness, especially if I can find five to ten more choral voices during the audition process.*

I worked a factory in Ohio,
a shrimp boat in the Bayou,
I drove a truck in Birmingham.
Turned 21 in Cincinnati,
I called home to mom and daddy,
I said "Your boy is now a man."
She said "I don't care if you're 80,
you'll always be my baby."

She loved that photograph,
of our whole family.
She'd always point us out,
for all her friends to see.

That's Greg he's doing great,
he really loves his job.
And Ronnie with his 2 kids,
how 'bout that wife he's got.
And that one's kinda crazy,
but that one is my baby.

I got a call in Alabama,
said come on home to Louisianna
and come as fast as you can fly.
Cause your momma really needs you,
and says she's got to see you,
she might not make it through the night.
The whole way I drove 80
so she could see her baby.

She looked like she was sleepin'
and my family had been weepin'
by the time that I got to her side.
And I knew that she'd been taken,
and my heart it was breakin',
I never got to say goodbye.

I softly kissed that lady
and cried just like a baby.

"Lauren, thank you. When the New Directions wrote their songs, did you help with the lyrics?" I asked. She focused her choices based on lyrics, so I was curious.

"Just a little." She said honestly.

"Lauren is amazing at stage arrangement. She can tell us how to stand for the best effect." Mercedes spoke up quickly, rising from her seat cuddled between Noah and Sam, ready to defend Lauren's place in the show choir.

"Don't worry little Mother." I laughed. "Lauren will always have a place in the New Directions. She can carry a tune, but more importantly she is loyal to you. Loyalty should always be rewarded." Everyone breathed a sigh of relief. "Why don't you come on and do your songs since you're standing."

Chapter 7B
Love Light Beaming

Mercedes Point of View

This week has already been heaven and hell. Tuesday morning, I could barely walk. Puck was almost as bad. And Sam was in full strut mode. I had to take extra care getting ready because I had to be in uniform and there for I had to cover the seven hickeys, and three bite marks that were visible on my neck and shoulders. Thankfully Gabbie had made a huge breakfast. We devoured it and had to rush to get to school. The school day was unremarkable, it's funny how quickly one settles back into the school routine. Thankfully very few of the teachers were giving homework. Most of them were still making us discuss summer reading lists and the like. I have enough classes with my guys and my friends that I'm actually insulated from the bulk of the bullshit going around the school. So I had to ask Santana in French how the campaign was going.

"Hell, Wheezy, that shit you did yesterday linking the blow job ho at my party to the rumors about Stupid Hoe…that was some inspired shit. I've heard some shit floating about that girl that even I'm shocked at how quickly this shit as snowballed." She laughed.

"We are so wrong." I groaned.

"No she was wrong for that shit she pulled at Excess." Santana growled. "You are too soft hearted."

We shared a laugh and started to discuss the assignment for glee. Out of the blue she turned to me and said. "AwA will be joining us for the boys' anniversary dance."

"What's that now?"

Santana gave me a completely lecherous look. "I said Tike will be in attendance when we give the boys their anniversary gift dance."

"I said I would think about it." I muttered.

Santana shrugged. "Just give in now so I don't have to waste time I could be spending finding the perfect songs and costumes convincing you, when we both know that now that I want to do it…it will happen." She chided. I dropped my head to the desk. Brittany, she gets her way by 'gently' convincing you that you have wanted to do these things anyway and just needed her to make it ok. Santana, she is perfectly willing to browbeat, or manipulate, or just wait you out. As I was trying to think of a way to convince her she didn't want to do the dance thing, she leaned in close and whispered next to my ear, "If you don't agree, I will be all up on you every day, I'll find you in the halls, I'll find you in the lunchroom…the locker room…by the time I finish this whole school will be talking about you and me and if I'm trying to convince you to join my harem. You know you hate having your business in the street like that." How did I forget her preferred weapon…blackmail.

"Fine. But this dancing will no further than what you might see in an R movie. And as for the costumes…think corsets." I finally capitulated. At least now I won't have to struggle with coming up with some deeply meaningful gift that they don't actually need. At least this they really, really want.

I avoided thinking about what might happen and tried to focus on the glee assignment since I didn't get to even think about it Monday evening. And I knew that Wednesday would be a bust since we have Cheerio and Titan practice.

Thursday came quickly and I was as prepared as I could be.

Shelby Point of View

Mercedes Jones seems to be almost too good to be true. She was a good student. Her teachers all raved about her. Many of them seemed to feel that Sam and Puck were smarter than any of the rest of the boys in the school for realizing how special she was. I spoke with Coach Bieste, who admittedly isn't sure how much she likes having me come in and replace her bro-Will, also admitted that she felt Will had played favorites way too much with those kids instead of being fair and unbiased. She had to admit that she feels very protective of Mercedes and Lauren, they apparently remind her of herself in high school. Of course Sue Sylvester had made it known that she liked the girl, even more she respected her. Though she thinks that Mercedes could have had better taste in men.

"Why don't you come on and do your songs since you're standing." I was more than ready to hear her naked voice. "Mercedes, tell me about your song choices."

Sam reached up his arm and lovingly caressed her back, while I pretended not to notice Noah do the same to her thigh. She stepped forward and came down the risers. "Well my favorite song is really just my favorite artist. I love Aretha Franklin. To me she is the epitome of all I want to be. I want to be successful, but more than that…I want to be an icon. I want to be world renown for my graciousness, and I want to be a shining example of God just by my existence." She said earnestly. "So I just picked a song of hers that I love but that I've never sung here before. For my change it up song, I picked a song that showed how far you should never go. I mean Beyoncé's my girl and all…but she did her girls dirty. Plus if you listen to her music, not as a fan but as an evaluator, she misses key changes and she has a kind of limited range. So I took my favorite Destiny's Child song and made it better. I'll let my last song stay a mystery. I'm not sure it will actually shock anybody…not like Lauren's or Finn's…but I love it. It's not just beautifully sung, but it has a message that forced a change."

I nodded at her to go and within moments I was amazed and in love.

MERCEDES' Showcase

Aretha Franklin
Chain of Fools
Chain, chain, chain
(Chain, chain, chain)
Chain, chain, chain
(Chain, chain, chain)
Chain, chain, chain
(Chain, chain, chain)
Chain of fools

For five long years
I thought you were my man
But I found out
I'm just a link in your chain

*Oh my God. Her voice. I am without words.*

You got me where you want me
I ain't nothin' but your fool
Ya treated me mean
Oh you treated me cruel

*Pure clean tone. Her runs aren't superfluous.*

Chain, chain, chain
(Chain, chain, chain)
Chain of fools

Every chain, has got a weak link
I might be weak yeah
But I'll give you strength
Oh, hey

You told me to leave you alone
My father said, "Come on home"
My doctor said, "Take it easy"
Oh but your lovin' is much too strong
I'm added to your

*She has amazing meter…she doesn't rush it at all. She's playing with it. Changing it just a bit to make it her own, while remaining true to her idol.*

Chain, chain, chain
(Chain, chain, chain)
Chain, chain, chain
(Chain, chain, chain)
Chain, chain, chai-i-in
(Chain, chain, chain)
Chain of fools

One of these mornings
The chain is gonna break
But up until then, yeah
I'm gonna take all I can take, oh hey

*I'm just flabbergasted. Did Will not understand what he had here?*

Chain, chain, chain
(Chain, chain, chain)
Chain, chain, chain
(Chain, chain, chain)
Chain, chain, chai-i-in
(Chain, chain, chain)
Chain of fools

Chain, chain, chai-i-in
Chain, chain, chain
Chain, chain, chai-i-in
Chain of fools

Great Song that Needs Improvement

Destiny's Child
"No, No, No Pt 1"

*Her voice is much better than Beyoncé's. She has a nice range. I would love to work with her further. I doubt I could get her to Mariah Carey's four octave range, but I do believe she could achieve at least three.*

Boy I know you want me
I can see it in your eyes
But you keep on frontin'
Won't you say what's on your mind
Cause each and every time you near me
You give me signs
But when I ask you what's the deal
You hold it all inside
If you wanna be with me
You gotta keep it real
Tell me what's goin' on
Tell me how you feel
Cause boy I know you want me
Just as much as I want you
So come and get my love
It's all here for you

*She's got vocal control I've never seen in one so young. Great breath control, she changes keys between verses and choruses effortlessly. She has talent. Why was she just used as a glory note in so many of their performances?*

If you keep actin' this way
You're gonna lose my love
I ain't got no time to play
You better to be playin hurry up
Cause every time I come around
Cruse around your way
I see you on the corner
But you don't know what to say
When I walk up to you baby
You seem so shy
What's the problem baby
Never had a girl like I
I can see right through you
And you know you wanna be mine
So get your act together
Cause you're running out of time

*Stellar vocals. Great breath control. Good at rearranging her songs. Will and I will be having a real conversation.*

You'll be sayin' no, no, no, no, no
When it's really yes, yes, yes, yes, yes
You'll be sayin' no, no, no, no, no
When it's really yes, yes, yes, yes, yes
You'll be sayin' no, no, no, no, no
When it's really yes, yes, yes, yes, yes
You'll be sayin' no, no, no, no, no
When it's really yes, yes, yes, yes, yes
You say yes
You won't regret
I must confess, I'm really feelin you
Anything you've ever wanted before
Is right here for you, for you
Dont worry what they say
Just bring your love away
Cause your friends can't do what I can for you
I dont wanna hear you say(nooo)
Baby tell me yes (yeees)
tell me Yes, Dont tell me (noo)

Surprised you didn't I

Tracy Chapman
Behind the Wall

Last night I heard the screaming
Loud voices behind the wall
Another sleepless night for me
It won't do no good to call
The police Always come late
If they come at all

*She connects her audience with her lyrics very well. She is connected with them herself, and it pulls through. The first song was a religious experience. The second a passionate rendering, this one is an education, an edification. Amazing.*

And when they arrive
They say they can't interfere
With domestic affairs
Between a man and his wife
And as they walk out the door
The tears well up in her eyes

*She has a well-developed sense of social conscience. Interesting. The more I hear of these children, the more I understand how they decimated Nationals in their first trip.*

Last night I heard the screaming
Then a silence that chilled my soul
I prayed that I was dreaming
When I saw the ambulance in the road
And the policeman said
"I'm here to keep the peace
Will the crowd disperse
I think we all could use some sleep"

Quinn looked around and sighed. "How on earth am I supposed to go after that." She grumbled as she made her way to the front of the room. She gave her passing friend a hug and took her place next to the piano.

Chapter 7C
Push A Little Further
Quinn Point of View

I have to say that despite my inability to be the person I know I should, I have been blessed with a great group of friends. I try not to think about where I would be now if Sam had not made me confess to Mercedes and Puck why I'd been such a bitch to the both of them, why I was firmly on a course of self-destruction. They had forgiven me and made sure that my father was punished. They had given me solace and made sure that I would have some at school as well. Some how they had even managed to steer the gossip of the entire school away from my family. I have no idea how they did it, but rather than discussing Russell Fabray's arrest and sex scandals, everyone is talking about the fact that Artie has joined Santana and Brittany, and that some girl is already a prostitute. They are far better to me than I deserve.

Counseling was progressing nicely and things with Shelby seemed to be going well. I made it to the point where I had to perform in glee for Shelby to evaluate my voice. The old me would have been scheming to find some way not to sing on the same day as Mercedes, or at the very least to go before her. But according to my therapist I needed to let go of my need to control any and everything around me. She felt that I should make the most of my senior year and somehow she had convinced my mother to go against her rigid catholic beliefs and now I'm in charge of my own reproductive health and my body. The only thing I can really control in life is myself and my choices. I have to become comfortable with that fact.

Shelby Point of View

"Quinn, it will be difficult to go after that amazing performance…but remember this isn't a competition, just a friendly little assessment so I can get to know each of you a little better and learn your ranges and vocal styles. So what would you like to say about your choices?"

Shaking her head she gave me a beseeching look. "Can I just sing? I think that you'll probably figure out more from the songs themselves than from anything I could say. This is my favorite song." She finished simply. I nodded and she launched into song.

Alanis Morissette

Perfect
Sometimes is never quite enough
If you're flawless, then you'll win my love
Don't forget to win first place
Don't forget to keep that smile on your face

*This is her song. She is singing another's words but this song is her. Her tone is clear her voice sweet and pure. But this is everything she wants to say but feels she can't.*

Be a good boy
Try a little harder
You've got to measure up
And make me prouder

How long before you screw it up
How many times do I have to tell you to hurry up
With everything I do for you
The least you can do is keep quiet

*Her upper registers are good. She's only barely making the lower notes of the song. There is still something missing in this performance. She is holding something back. It may just be her nature, but I don't think she can put her all into her singing.*

Be a good girl
You've gotta try a little harder
That simply was not good enough
To make us proud

I'll live through you
I'll make you what I never was
If you're the best, then maybe so am I
Compared to him compared to her
I'm doing this for your own damn good
You'll make up for what I blew
What's the problem...why are you crying

*She has trouble singing through tears. She needs to develop real emotional control rather than just burying her emotions.*

Be a good boy
Push a little farther now
That wasn't fast enough
To make us happy
We'll love you just the way you are
If you're perfect

"I don't think this song needs any improvement. I just changed the feel of the song to my preferred style of music." She said before taking a deep breath and beginning her second song.

Rascal Flatts
I'm Moving On
I've dealt with my ghosts and I've faced all my demons
Finally content with a past I regret
I've found you find strength in your moments of weakness
For once I'm at peace with myself
I've been burdened with blame, trapped in the past for too long
I'm movin' on

*She's pulled it into a more pop meter. She's raised the range to her comfort zone.*

I've lived in this place and I know all the faces
Each one is different but they're always the same
They mean me no harm but it's time that I face it
They'll never allow me to change
But I never dreamed home would end up where I don't belong
I'm movin' on

*She is trying to grow beyond her childhood and her past. But she's clearly not there yet. She hasn't put the past behind her, not really. She hasn't learned from it and grown from it.*

I'm movin' on
At last I can see life has been patiently waiting for me
And I know there's no guarantees, but I'm not alone
There comes a time in everyone's life
When all you can see are the years passing by
And I have made up my mind that those days are gone

*Her voice is nice and could be worked with to improve it beyond where it rests now, but she is not a singer. I pray she can heal. I'll have to do all that I can to help her. For Beth's sake if not her own.*

I sold what I could and packed what I couldn't
Stopped to fill up on my way out of town
I've loved like I should but lived like I shouldn't
I had to lose everything to find out
Maybe forgiveness will find me somewhere down this road
I'm movin' on

I'm movin' on
I'm movin' on

*Maybe one day she really will.*

No Doubt
Don't Speak

You and me
We used to be together
Everyday together always
I really feel
That I'm losing my best friend
I can't believe
This could be the end
It looks as though you're letting go
And if it's real
Well I don't want to know

*It works well with her voice but it's not a surprise. She is in a lot of pain and this song probably spoke to her.*

Don't speak
I know just what you're saying
So please stop explaining
Don't tell me cause it hurts
Don't speak
I know what you're thinking
I don't need your reasons
Don't tell me cause it hurts

*She is not comfortable singing strongly. She does light and airy fine, but strength is not her strong suit.*

Our memories
Well, they can be inviting
But some are altogether
Mighty frightening
As we die, both you and I
With my head in my hands
I sit and cry

Don't speak
I know just what you're saying
So please stop explaining
Don't tell me cause it hurts (no, no, no)
Don't speak
I know what you're thinking
I don't need your reasons
Don't tell me cause it hurts

It's all ending
I gotta stop pretending who we are...
You and me I can see us dying...are we?

Don't speak,
don't speak,
don't speak,
oh I know what you're thinking
And I don't need your reasons
I know you're good,
I know you're good,
I know you're real good
Oh, la la la la la la La la la la la la
Don't, Don't, uh-huh Hush, hush darlin'
Hush, hush darlin' Hush, hush
don't tell me tell me cause it hurts
Hush, hush darlin' Hush, hush darlin'
Hush, hush don't tell me tell me cause it hurts

"Thank you Quinn." I said clearing my throat a little. "There are a few things I need to say before you leave. Tomorrow well do the last three of you. Noah, Kurt and Sam. But before we do them, I'd like it if we could take five or ten minutes to discuss what each of your gifts are. Like Lauren is gifted with stage direction and management. Mike and Brittany, I don't believe I would be wrong to guess that you hand most of the choreography? I need to know who plays what instruments, what everyone's favored style of music is, though I think I have a good idea from this week. I want each of you to make a list not just of what you do, but of what you think everyone else does as well. Next week I'm going to spend out class time calling you forward and randomly having you sing together. I want to see whose voices work best together." Before I could say anything else, the bell rang and those kids were out of there like bats out of torment.

I gathered up my notes and hurried through the crap I had to do to get out of there for the day, including the attendance rolls for the Art Appreciation class Figgin had badgered me into teaching and glee, and I made my way to pick up Beth from the day care center. She and I talked about her day. Well she babbled and I pretended to understand. I love hearing the sounds she makes when she is happy. And she is such a happy child. She and I made our way to the Whole Foods to pick up dinner and as we were shopping, I noticed a woman who looked extremely familiar to me. But I knew I had never seen her before. So why did she look so familiar to me. Then Beth babbled at me and I looked into her eyes and realized that the woman I was trying not to stare at had eyes the same distinctive shape as Beth's.

Squaring my shoulders I drew a deep breath and I rolled my cart and its precious cargo over to the petite jewish woman. "Ms. Puckerman, Hello. I'm Shelby Cochran. I hope you don't mind but I saw you over here and I remembered that you didn't get to meet Beth before Quinn…Before I adopted her. And when I saw you, I knew you were you because she has your eyes. And I am completely messing this up."

Thankfully she took pity on me. She looked at me with tearfilled eyes. "Ms. Cochran is that my granddaughter?"

I nodded and picked Beth up out of the care. "Beth, honey, this is your…"

"I'm your Yetta Becah." She said with a smile that was mirrored on my daughter's face. God, am I glad I moved back to Lima. This is where Beth belongs. This is where we belong.

Character Building almost done. Then I'll let you guys have some more smutty smut.
What is your favorite song of all time?
What song do you love the lyrics, but hate the way it was sung?
What song would even those who know you best be shocked to know you like?

TTFN

Anni