SEASON OF LOVE by redpen88
DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN GLEE. BUT I CAN DREAM, CAN'T I?
WARNING(S): For Now, none. In later chapters, slash... among other things. ALSO, LONG-ASS AN AHEAD.
PAIRING(S): Kurt/Sam, Sam/OMC, and the rest is canon... for now! MWAH HA HA HA HA
SUMMARY: Kurt wants the new kid. But how far will he be willing to go to get what he wants?
AN: First, I am sooooo incredibly sorry for the late update! I had eight job interviews/tests this past week. Preparation took so long I didn't really get
a chance to write, even though I know I said I would. Sorry. That, and my finger hasn't healed yet AND i had a scanlation deadline to meet.
Next, who's excited for season 2? YAY! I'm gunna have to watch it onl9 since it won't premiere in India until after November.
Anybody wanna tell me where I can watch it? This is part 2 of the introduction chapter. There will be one more and then the plot will
really makean appearance. I've got it all figured out now. ^_^ No more getting stuck.
I know I'm going exasperatingly slow but I just wanna build it up.I don't want to make any mistakes plot wise. I've been on FF for more than a year but I've never written because I don't usually write fanfiction. But this story is really special to ME personally, so i wanna be very sure to get it JUST right. I won't give up on it and i hope u guys won't either.
Finally, thanks for the reviews on the last chapter... and taking the time to vote. U guys are awesome ^^V
RATING: K+ for now... will go up in later chapters.
CHAPTER FIVE part 2
'The newbies look more comfortable now,' Matt Rutherford observed.
The caught-with-our-pants-down look was gone, the fidgeting was over and they were even asking questions about how they had managed to bag Sectionals last year. They were taking an active interest and that was definitely progress.
So, finally, after discussing the events of babygate in vivid detail, Mr. Schue announced that it was their turned to spill their guts.
Matt was looking forward to this too, that girl Kaye seemed like a really classy lady. He couldn't wait to pick her brains about what her hobbies were. How he hoped one of them was Science/Fiction novels.
But he was going to have to wait a little longer it seemed.
First up was Tammy Kuhn.
And her first words were, "Don't ever call me Tammy Kuhn, it sounds like Tammy-Kun… as in, K-U-N!
And I'm only Tammy-Kun to my parents and my onii-chan!"
'Oh boy,' Matt thought 'We got another crazy.'
She went on to describe how her mom was German and her dad Japanese and how her favorite food was, strangely enough, Enchiladas ("The vegetarian kind, cuz, you know I don't eat meat").
She apparently never wore socks with less than 3 colors because she liked to bring color into peoples' lives'.
Also, she had been a huge Nelly Furtado fan back in her Whoa, Nelly! days and had lost faith in her during the Loose era. Now she just stuck to her random playlists. Whatever she liked to listen to whenever she felt like it.
"Isn't she the talker?" Mike leaned over and whispered in Matt's ear.
Matt smirked distractedly. He had tuned Tammy Kuhn out a long time ago, busy staring at Kaye as he was.
Kaye Fairchild had noticed his staring too.
At first she was not sure if she was just imagining it, but then she had used her hand mirror to very subtly prove her theory.
The guy on the top step was definitely checking her out.
Her smile faltered for a second before she turned to look him straight in the eye.
The boy, however was not checking her out from the looks of it.
He had a smile so serene on his face that it reached his eyes and made him look like an excitable infant playing peek-a-boo with it's mother.
Matt didn't notice her looking at him until it was too late. She was just so radiant.
His face flushed almost immediately and he tried to duck his head, looking around for something to feign interest in.
Mike, good friend that he was, sniggered at his obvious embarrassment.
And Kaye watched as the baby-boy (Matt was his name, she recalled) looked for a rock to crawl under and the Asian boy next to him (Mike?) started sniggering and looked up to wave at her.
'Poor thing,' Kaye thought as she waved back 'I've embarrassed him.'
She made a mental note to apologize to him the moment she got her chance.
After Tammy had been allowed to go on forever about rainbows and friendship and her obsession with snails and Isaiah had been given a chance to explain his love for jazz and old school rap, it was Kaye's turn to put herself in words.
She wasn't nervous. At all.
She was actually pretty mellow like that.
She chose not to make mountains out of mole-hills; even if said moles formed a random flash-mob and started making a mole-pyramid.
If she made some new friends, good; if she didn't, well… at least she could say she'd tried.
Her Gram had taught her to smile before she passed on.
So she did, and said "I'm Kaye."
She paused for effect, and gave the room a once-over with her incandescent smile.
"I'm English by birth and I have lived in Devon my entire life. First in Modbury, with my parents; and then in Dartmouth, with my Gram, since my parents' passed when I was nine."
There was a collective sigh that would have made any lesser girl flinch.
Kaye Fairchild had other ways of expressing her emotions.
She just nodded, as if she were feeling bad for someone else's loss; before smiling once again and saying "Dartmouth is a very small town, everybody knew my name. So, when Gram passed earlier this year, I wanted to… try something new and applied for the student exchange program here.
I can't tell you how long I'll be staying," she looked around. "But I can tell you that I'd like a reason to stay."
'The smile never leaves her face,' Puck thought.
'How can she have lost her parents and then her grandma and still look so… collected?'
"Anyway," Kaye continued, when it seemed obvious that she wasn't off the hook yet. "I love singing, and I'm very happy that Mr. Schuester let me be a part of the club."
She brought her hands in front of her.
"I also enjoy weaving baskets but people find that very hard to believe when you're a six foot tall giantess."
A nervous titter ran through the choir room.
"My favorite performers are Nat Shilkret, because Gram grew up listening to him and so did I, Billie Holiday, Cliff Richard, The Beatles, Stevie Wonder, Marlene Dietrich, Liane Carroll, and Ohio's own Tracy Chapman."
She looked around. "I can't remember anyone else right now, but there are others who fit into that list as well."
'Her accent is so pretty,' Matt mused.
'Matt is so smitten,' thought Mike.
'Her speaking voice is so husky,' Matt thought. 'It's sexy.'
'I really hope these people don't think I'm weird because I only said the names of dead singers,' Kaye pondered. 'Well, mostly dead.'
"So," she shook herself out of here reverie. "That's me in a nutshell. I also like to read… but my favorite hobby is sleeping."
Her giggle caught on fast. Before they could ask why, the entire class started sniggering.
Kaye sighed in relief.
That had gone rather well. Gram would have been proud.
As she moved to take her seat, the blonde girl from the front row came up to take her spot.
"Claire Hannigan," she started without preamble.
"I can sing, I can dance… and I look damn good under a spotlight! That's really all you need to know about me," she proclaimed haughtily, her nose turned up.
She was about to walk back when Schue cleared his throat.
She turned to glare at the teacher briefly before addressing the crowd.
"Get used to this face, it's going to rule your school pretty soon."
Without another word she took her seat.
Even Puck gulped. Although he'd never admit it if you asked him.
