Authors note: Hay readers. I'm sorry I haven't been posting for a while. I've been really busy now that i'm going off to school in less than two months. the entire story will be posted before I leave for school. This transition has been the hardest thing i'v ever done. There isn't one day that doesn't go by that I don't think; if it weren't for Glee I would have given up. Cory's memory continues to live on in my everyday life and like all of you. I miss him every day. May Cory live on in all our hearts.


Chapter 7

Nevaeh's POV

Ever since my 16th party I feel like I might finally be able to put my painful past behind me. A part of me just needs to find a piece that I've been missing. I just don't know what that is.

This morning I decided instead of going to the studio, I went to the school auditorium. I felt as if I needed to let my voice be heard in a dark room. Just like mom did during her darkest hours her life. She said singing healed. Just as dancing heals me. I just wish dancing healed the most painful parts of my life. I remember how mom told me that singing was how my father fell in love with her. She said that when it was real, it was forever.

"Well I, I guess its been a while.

since I've seen the sunshine.

Since I have smiled,

and me, who's so well versed. Is feeling so damn empty.

Is at a loss for words.

Forgot what its like to just to feel okay.

I'm praying for the day when there is no more rain.

And I..I don't want to do anything but cry, oh I don't want to do anything but cry. Oh and I…I don't want to do anything but cry.

Well I hardly feel alive.

I'm going through the motions,

But I don't feel like trying.

The hole in my heart is growing bigger by the day.

I wish I could crawl inside hide away.

And I don't want to do anything but cry, oh I don't want to do anything but cry. Oh and I….I don't want to do anything but cry.

Oh, I'm so low

I'm almost to the bottom, and oh nowhere to go, even my soul has left my body.

And I don't want to do anything but cry, oh I don't want to do anything but cry. Oh and I….I don't want to do anything but cry."

As I sing the last verse I feel this happiness in my heart. She's smiling at me. I can feel her proud smile. She was so beautiful, an angel I always thought.

'Don't be sad' the words echo in my head.

'How can I not be if I know you're gone forever.' I say to the voice in my head.

'I'm right here' she says to me.

'No your not, you're an angle.'

"Hay." I hear someone say from the back of the room. He takes me from my thoughts. "You cant be in here unless you've scheduled time to be in here." The guy says in a pissed tone.

"Sorry, but my fathers pay for me to come here. I thought that includes the usage of the auditorium when ever it was empty." I snapped.

"Not anymore. New school rules, anyone who needs to use the auditorium out of school has to make an appointment."

"My bad I'll leave." I say as I gather my dance bag. The lights go on.

"Hay wait, your Nevaeh Hudson." The guy says stunned when the lights are on. This guy has dark brown hair, with dark blue eyes, and well toned. I think he's on the Math decathlon teams or something geeky I think.

"Yeah, so?" I say simply.

"I've seen you dance. You're very talented." The guy compliments me.

"Thanks. I'll get out of your way." I say as I start to leave.

"Do you want to grab lunch with me. Outside of school I mean?" He asks.

"You don't really know me." I say to him as I try to push past him.

"That's the point to going out to lunch. I want to get to know you." He says as he walks close to me. He extends his head out to me. "Caleb McCoy."

"Nevaeh Hudson." I say as I shake his hand. "First off I'm not going to lunch with you. You tried to kick me out of here and now you wanna go on a date?"

"I didn't see you when I came in. By the way I do know who you are. I've known who you are since we were kids. We met when we were in preschool. Hell, we had first, second, fourth and sixth grade classes together." He says to me.

Have I become my father? He knew my mom as a child but didn't her until they met as sophomores. Now here I am walking down the same path.

"Why don't I remember you?" I asked him. His face did ring a bell.

"You were always dancing. You were in class for a few hours everyday before someone in your family pulled you out so you could dance the rest of the day. I'm surprised you didn't flunk or repeat grade school."

"I had a private tutor. Still do just in case dance takes me out of school." I say as I look down. I clutched my bag nervously.

"Sweet. I'm not busy now. You wanna have lunch?" he asks as he extends his hand out to me with a smile. I smile back at him and took his hand. We walked out of the school together.

'Thanks mom. You sent me a guy.' I thought to the heavens. I rolled my eyes and followed him out.

He took to a nice restaurant on the lower west side. It was nice to get away from the upper east once in a while.

"Did we ever really speak as kids?" I asked Caleb as we find a table.

"No. If I remember correctly, you didn't really talk to anyone. After your mom passed; you kept your head down when you walked into class. You hated the pity, and the stares." Caleb says with his head down. "I remember when were five. Your mom came to pick you up from school. Your face lit up. I had never seen you so happy."

"I remember. It was a few months before she got sick again. Before she got sick, she was always busy with BP. She often sent a relative of mine to pick me up after school. That was the only day she really was ever able to pick me up from school." I say sadly. Mom was a great parent, but she was still an artist. She had to work.

"What happened after your mom passed? Your dad pulled you out of school with no warning, and I didn't see you for months." He asked concerned.

"Dad took me to London for those months. I quit dancing. I couldn't even look at the Pointe shoes my mom had got me for Christmas the months before she died. I felt as if I danced again it meant that I was forgetting her." I say sadly.

"You could never forget her. I'm sure she would be proud of you." Caleb says with a smile. He reaches over and grabs my hand. I smile slightly as him.

"So tell me Caleb. What's your story?" I ask him leaning over.

"Parents been married all my life. I'm smart and all, so I'm on scholarship at East high. I get to explore my love for digital art a lot more here. I live in Brooklyn, I have an older brother 19 he's in college in Florida studying to be a Marine biologist , I have a two younger sisters 13 and 10…whom both look up to you. They tell me all they time how they aspire to be you. We just cant afford the long training hours or the costumes. It gets really expensive." He says with this smile. He's really kinds hot.

"That's sweet. I have a competition next month. I can get them tickets if they'd like."

"Really, they would love that." He says with a big smile.

"You know I have a bunch of old costumes they can have. They're in great shape, they're really expensive to have made so they don't look cheep, and a few of them are 2 in 1. Jazz/ Ballets skirts interchangeable." I offer.

"I cant let you do that." He says.

"Yes you can. I have so many I don't know what else to do with them. Your mom can even tweak them a little so they fit your sisters." I say with happily.

"But your rich which means those costumes are worth more than a few gran." He says hesitantly.

"My Uncle Kurt makes them. He himself told me to get ride of them because I have so many. Please take the costumes." I plead.

"Fine, but at least let me give you something for them." he gives in.

"Nope. All I ask is that your sisters bring home a win." I say.

"Deal." he says with a smile.