DynamiX: The Second Generation of Glee

Disclaimer: Nope...still not mine.

A/N: To all of my incredible reviewers and silent fans, I just wanted to take a moment to thank you for your support and interest; it is truly appreciated. This next chapter is somewhat of a turning point for the story. I'd rather not give too much away right now, but just be prepared for some more...mature scenes ahead. Again, I'll keep things as subtle as possible. But anyway, this A/N is too long already, so here's Chapter 9!

Chapter 9 – When You Wish Upon a Star

The Hudson twins looked at each other as they pondered Anna Maria's question: "Cole, Steph, how much do you know about your mom's birth mother?"

"Not much, now that I think about it," answered Steph.

"Yeah," added Cole. "We just always accepted that Mom has two dads. I don't think it ever came up. But what does that have to do with Beth?"

"Well," started the Latina, "while you guys were at school dealing with glee club recruits and ignorant racists, I found out some interesting things while I was at home today."


Flashback to a few hours before.

Anna Maria walked towards Brittany S. Pierce and Finn Hudson hopefully. After all, if she could manipulate any adult into telling a secret, it would be these two.

"Hi Mom. Hi Uncle Finn," she greeted in the most polite and sweet voice that she could muster.

"Oh, hey A.M.," replied Finn, his eyes focused on the streamers.

"What's going on, here?" the girl asked.

"Finn doesn't know what the hell he's doing," Brittany responded plainly.

"Well, you keep telling me what to do, Britt!"

"Then why don't you actually do it?"

"Um, hey. Still here," Anna Maria interrupted. "And I actually have a question for you two."

"Sure kid, shoot," said Finn.

"Don't tell my daughter to shoot people, Finn. Santana doesn't like having to bail her out of jail."

Ignoring her mother, Anna Maria asked her question, making sure to word it carefully. "I was…looking in Mami's yearbook from McKinley, and Aunt Quinn signed it, thanking her for…her help with Beth. Any idea what that's about?"

Anna Maria had absolutely no idea if Santana Lopez still even possessed a McKinley High yearbook, yet alone if Quinn Fabray-Puckerman had written anything in it. Nevertheless, she was proud of her lie, knowing that neither adult would try to fact-check her.

"Um…" Finn thought as quickly as he could. "There's a song called 'Beth' by KISS—they're like really old—but anyway, Quinn and your mom sang that for a senior project in glee. And that's why Quinn thanked her."

"But…I thought Puck sang that to Quinn while they were thinking of baby names."

"Because," Finn interjected, trying to recover for Brittany's gaffe, "Quinn and Puck were so in love in high school, that they were already talking about baby names."

"But my Mami told me that Quinn hated Puck," the young girl mused craftily. "In fact, just last week, she commented on how they randomly got back together at the end of senior year."

"That was pretty random…" thought Brittany. "It's like the writers of their lives got drunk one day and decided to stick them together without warning or any previous inclinations of attraction."

Though they were both used to Brittany's…"Brittany-isms," Anna Maria and Finn looked at her with confusion.

"Besides," Brittany continued, "after Puck knocked her up sophomore year, I never thought that they'd—"

"WHAT!"

"Puck knocked Quinn up in high school," the blonde said simply. "And then she had your glee teacher."

"No. Freaking. Way."


"No. Freaking. Way."

The Latina smirked at the reactions of her friends. "Oh, it gets better."


"Britt! Mercedes's copy of 'Run the World (Girls)' is scratched. Do you still have yours?"

Brittany looked across the yard to where Santana had yelled. "Yeah, I'll go get it!"

She smiled at her daughter, frowned at Finn for not having the streamers up by now, and left. Anna Maria was pleased. Now that her mom spilled the beans, she could get straight answers from Finn.

"So…Uncle Finn…"

"No."

"You don't even know what I want!"

"You want me to tell you about Quinn and Beth!"

"Well, I guess you do know what I want," the girl deadpanned.

"Look, A.M.—"

"Come on, Uncle Finn! My mom actually told me all of this stuff already, but she just forgot!" she lied. "You'd just be filling in the blanks!"

Finn looked skeptical. Yet, he didn't stop to wonder why Anna Maria would be asking them about Beth if Brittany had already told her.

"Okay…how about this?" said the girl as she began to tell the story. "In high school, Puck knocked up Quinn and had a baby. Fast forward twenty-ish years, and that baby's our glee club director?"

"Basically."

The girl seemed content, but then she suddenly remembered something, so she began to improvise once more. "And Mom also told me about how your wife is involved."

"I doubt Brittany would have told you that Rachel's birth mom adopted Beth."

Anna Maria grinned. "You're right, she didn't. You just did."


"You are crafty as hell, Satan," remarked Cameron. "I must say I'm impressed."

Anna Maria took a bow.

"Aunt Quinn had a baby in high school…" Julia stated slowly. "Aunt Quinn had our teacher in high school!"

"This is big," agreed Trey.

"And she's kind of our aunt," Cole added, looking at his sister.

There was a knock on the door, immediately followed by Finn's entrance into the room.

"Did he just knock and walk in without me even saying anything?" muttered Anna Maria under her breath.

"Um…Cam, Trey, your parents want to talk to you downstairs." Finn paused and looked around the room. He could tell by their faces that something was up. "What's going on—" He stopped upon seeing the Latina's crafty grin. "Holy crap, you told them, didn't you?"

"Did you really expect anything less from me, Frankenteen?"

"You're too much like your mother."

"So I've been told."


The next Saturday morning at James Buchanan High was incredibly busy. The school was hosting both the first soccer game of the season and the Showchoir Sectionals Competition. With the luxury of being on their home turf, several members of the Vocal DynamiX were lounging in their practice room, including Anna Maria, Julia, and Cameron—the latter two busy with Eskimo kisses, and the former throwing paper balls at them.

"Oh come on, Steph! Can you seriously not even look at me?"

The group looked up to find Steph entering, Cole behind her.

"What'd my boy do this time?" asked Anna Maria.

"Nothing important," Cole said quickly.

"I was trying to get ready to come over here," his sister started, ignoring the boy, "but someone wouldn't get out of the bathroom. I'm finally able to bust the door open, and what do I find? My twin brother fondling himself to gay phone porn!"

Cameron came out of his Eskimo kiss long enough to laugh sympathetically. "Oh, dude. Busted!"

"I am so glad I'm an only child," rejoiced Anna Maria.

"Seconded!" agreed Julia.

"Well, I'm sorry, Steph!" Cole sighed unapologetically. "I'm a teenage guy with hormones who happened to catch a glimpse of a shirtless Knox Jolie-Pitt before he started getting ready."

"How did you just happen to catch a glimpse of the shirtless son of some old-ass celebrities?" questioned the Latina.

"He's…kinda my screensaver."

"Dude, that's sad," bemoaned Cameron.

"Just last night, I had to make you change your screensaver from a picture of the Kardashians from 2011!" his girlfriend remarked.

"They were hot back then!"

Before Julia could protest further, Trey entered in a dirty soccer uniform.

"Hey guys!" he greeted with a very wide smile.

"So I'm guessing you won?" asked Steph hopefully.

"Hells yeah, we won!" As his friends congratulated him, the Asian continued. "And that's not even the best part. Swanson got suspended from the team!"

Cameron took personal interest. "Really?"

"Yeah," Trey explained. "The principal and the coach reviewed the security tapes, and they proved that he was antagonizing us! So he's off indefinitely!"

"What about…the racial stuff?" his friend asked uncomfortably.

Trey frowned. "There wasn't any audio on the tape, so it would just be his word against ours. But I do think that Aunt Santana may be up to something, so keep your ears open."

The biracial boy smiled, pleased that he had someone so close to him with so many connections.

"So," asked Trey, looking at the others, "what'd I miss, here?"

"Nothing much," replied Anna Maria. "Cole's just a little perv is all."

"A.M.!" Cole screamed.

"Stefania caught him…touching himself," Julia clarified sheepishly.

"Jules!"

"Sucks for you, man," Trey sympathized.

"Why are you making such a big deal out of this? It's not like this is the first time you've caught me!" Cole asked.

"It's just…weird, Cole!" explained his sister. "I've just never pictured you as a sexual being!"

"Well, you're my sister, so I should hope not."

"I'm with her, Coley," Anna Maria acknowledged. "You're the last person I expected to be so…hormonal."

"You had a crush on me three months ago!"

"And even then, it was just a friend crush!"

"That's not even a thing!"

Cameron decided to step in. "Girls, come on. Leave Cole alone."

"Thank you, Cameron."

"Just because our friend is a horny gay bastard—"

Cole screamed exasperatedly and stormed out.


"Who do they think they are?" Cole grumbled to himself as he walked through the empty halls. "I may not be as…upfront with it, but I like…intimacy…as much as the next guy…even if I can't actually say it."

He continued to muse. After all, Cameron had Julia, and Trey…may or may not have something with Steph, he wasn't actually sure there. And as for Anna Maria…well, the girl wasn't a slut by any means, but she definitely got a lot of offers. But him? Well, how many gay guys were around? It wasn't like he had a basket of gays to pick from.

Briefly smiling at the thought of a basket of gay men, Cole stopped upon hearing music coming from one of the classrooms. But it wasn't a recording; it was actual, live music. The boy slowly peered into the room to observe a group of about eight students playing various instruments from keyboard to guitar to trumpet. One player in particular, the saxophonist, was the first to notice the boy at the door.

"Fellas, it looks like we've got a visitor," the young man said, taking the instrument from his lips and adjusting his thick glasses.

"Oh, I-I'm so sorry. I'll leave you to practice." An embarrassed Cole turned to leave, but the saxophonist grabbed his arm.

"No big, man," he told the tall boy. "We were just freestyling."

"So…are you guys here with one of the groups?" Cole asked sheepishly, trying to save face.

The saxophonist smiled, noticing Cole's shy nature. "Yeah. We're playing backup for the Show Stoppers from St. Matthew's."

"So, you go to St. Matthew's, then?" Cole mentally kicked himself. What a stupid question! Why was he so flustered?

"No, actually," the boy answered to Cole's surprise. "I mean, they do," he forwarded to the players behind him, who were now relaxing. "But I'm actually between schools right now. These guys just hired me to play for them."

Cole nodded. "How exactly are you between schools?"

The saxophonist responded quickly. "Parents are in the middle of a divorce; not too sure where exactly I'm ending up."

"I am so sorry," replied Cole. "I should be asking you this…hell, I don't even know your name, and I'm getting into your perso—"

The boy extended his hand with a smile, cutting Cole off. "I'm Jack."

The tall boy accepted the handshake. "Cole, Vocal DynamiX."

Jack glanced at the rainbow-patterned band around Cole's wrist as they shook hands. "Gay pride, huh?"

Cole was suddenly nervous. It was only a matter of time before someone would start to treat him differently. "Um…yeah…" he replied, regretting wearing the wristband.

"Relax, Cole," Jack replied warmly. "I kinda had a feeling." He then whispered a little softly with a sly smile, "Looks like we're on the same team."

"Yo Jack, let's get back to work!" the drummer screamed at Jack's back.

Jack waved a response, and then looked back at Cole. "I gotta get back, but stick around if you want."

The boy traced a hand across Cole's cheek with absolutely no sense of subtlety before returning to the group. As Jack took to his seat and winked to Cole before starting to play his saxophone, Cole grinned bashfully. The tall boy was pretty new to the gay scene, and this was the first time that someone had taken interest in him…Was it even interest? Maybe it was just flattery. Maybe he was overthinking it.

"Oh, there you are!"

Cole looked outside of the room and saw Trey approach, still in his soccer uniform.

"Dude, we're sorry about earlier. We were just messing with you. Didn't think you'd take it so hard."

"It's okay," Cole whispered before turning back to look at the musicians. Trey followed his eyes.

"Wow, they're good," commented Trey. "Like…really good. Why don't we have a live band?"

Cole was silent. The main "instrumentation" of the Vocal DynamiX came from instrumental tracks of a very impressive speaker system. Most showchoirs did have a band of some sort. Why didn't they?

"No idea," responded Cole, half listening, half staring in awe at the first guy to show some sort of romantic interest.

Trey frowned in realization. "Would you like me to leave you alone with the hipster?"

"What?"

"You're not even listening to me! You're too busy giving the sax player goo goo eyes!"

Cole quickly pushed him out of the room. "Am not, and shut up!"

"You're blushing!" exclaimed Trey as they headed back to their practice room. "You want the hipster!"

"He's not a hipster!"

"But you do want him."

"…Shut up."


Trey re-entered the DynamiX room a few minutes later alone. His friends looked at him expectantly.

"I found Cole. He's alright," he told them.

Anna Maria sighed in relief. "He isn't mad, is he? We were just joking around."

"No, I think he's cooled off now. He stopped in the bathroom and told me to go ahead."

"Ten bucks says he's jacking off again," quipped Cameron.

"Ugh, flashbacks," groaned Steph.

"That isn't nice, Cam," smiled Julia.

"He may be right, though," Trey informed them. "When I found Cole, he was checking out this sax player from one of the other schools."

"My boy's got a boyfriend!" Anna Maria congratulated excitedly.

"No, I think it's just a crush," Trey corrected. "But the way the other guy was looking at Cole, the feeling may have been mutual."

Everyone grinned as Cole walked into the room. He noticed their creepy expressions and frowned.

"What's with you gu—damn it, Trey!"

"Who me?" Trey grinned innocently.

"Relax Hudson," assured Cameron. "Trey didn't say anything about your new secret boyfriend."

He immediately covered his mouth and everyone groaned at him for spilling the beans so easily.

"Were you even trying to be quiet, Trouty Mouth?" said the Latina with a glare.

Cole cut them off. "Guys, it's no big deal. He's not my secret boyfriend; I don't even know his last name. He's just a meaningless crush that I'll never see again."

"Hey there, Pretty Boy."

The six turned to the unfamiliar voice to find Cole's crush standing in the open door frame. The tall boy immediately blushed.

"I heard that the DynamiX were in here," Jack continued. "We're about to go on, and I just wanted to wish you good luck." The boy winked through his glasses and flirty smile and left before Cole could even think of a non-embarrassing response.

"Way…to go…Cole!" Anna Maria exclaimed, patting her best friend on the shoulder. "He's hot! And he's totally into you. You should definitely hit that!"

"Anna Maria!" he squeaked.

"While the crass nature of her statement is unnecessary," began Julia, "Anna Maria makes a valid point. He really seemed to like you. After all, he went out of his way to wish you good luck."

Cole groaned. "Guys, I really don't want to talk about this."

"I second that," agreed Steph. "The last thing I want to hear about is my brother's sex life."

"What's with you, Girl Hudson?" questioned Anna Maria with a smile. "I'm sure Cole has heard a big earful of you're on-again, off-again 'whatever' with Chang."

Both Trey and Steph were taken aback.

"Um…we don't have an on-again, off-again anything," clarified Steph as Trey nodded swiftly.

"Really?" The Latina was honestly shocked. "I thought it was as obvious as Camlia over there. My mistake."

Julia looked at Cameron. "Did you hear that? We have a nickname now!"

"Cutting the potentially awkward tension with a subject changer," Cameron smiled. "That's my girl."


A few hours later, the Vocal DynamiX, now in costume, were standing on stage with the curtains closed, the audience on the other side. Beth Corcoran was standing in front of them, offering a final pep talk.

"I just want to say," said Beth, "that I am incredibly proud of you. You guys went from a rag-tag group of amateurs to a strong, cohesive unit. You've overcome pretty serious hardships and disagreements," she paused to look at Cameron and Trey, the former patting the latter on the back, "and have come out on the other side in one piece. Whatever happens today, just know that I'm so proud and honored to be your director."

The group applauded and a few hugs were exchanged. The teacher gave a final good luck statement before leaving, and Anna Maria followed her out. The remaining twelve group members started to scatter to their opening positions. As they did so, Trey walked to Steph.

"Um…we never really talked about what happened back there."

"Nothing happened," Steph said quickly. "A.M. just made an assumption. A really incorrect assumption."

Trey nodded in agreement. "Maybe she did, but…have you ever…"

"Are we really gonna have this conversation right now? We are literally minutes from starting."

"Good point. But promise me that we'll finish this discussion."

The girl sighed a little reluctantly. "Okay."

Trey nodded nervously and walked over to his place beside Cole and Cameron.

"So…are you gonna date my sister, now?"

"So…are you gonna date the sexy sax player, now?"

"Touché."


In the audience of the large auditorium, Kurt Hummel-Anderson screamed softly and reached over his step-brother's lap to speak to Rachel Hudson.

"Oh. My. God! Rachel, the kids are doing Disney!"

Rachel smiled excitedly and reached over, ignoring the fact that her sharp elbow was now resting in Finn's crotch. "Are you serious?"

"Yes! Look at the program!"

"Could you guys not have this conversation right above my junk?" Finn said nervously.

Ignoring him, Rachel gasped at the program. "Oh this is so exciting!" She read the program. "Vocal DynamiX…featured soloists…tribute to Disney…director Beth…Corcoran."

Rachel gaped at the piece of paper as Finn and Kurt nervously looked at each other.

"Um, Rachel, honey," started Finn. "I know you're freaking out a little, but—"

"Is this even…this can't be…but it's so…wait a minute," she looked at her husband with an accusing look, "how did you know that there would be something for me to freak out abou—did you know about this?"

Grilled Cheesus must have been on Finn's side that day, because a voice over the intercom of the large room silenced them…for now.

"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN…FROM RIGHT HERE IN CINCINNATI…BUCHANAN HIGH PRESENTS…VOCAL DYNAMIX!"

The audience applauded and soon silenced as the instrumental track began to play. Rachel still looked displeased, but decided to hold her anger for the moment. Oohs and aahs filled the room and everyone turned to the back of the room to find Anna Maria walking down the aisle in a simple light brown dress as she began to sing.

ANNA MARIA:

You think I'm an ignorant savage.

And you've been so many places, I guess it must be so.

But still I cannot see…if the savage one is me.

How can there be so much that you don't know?

You don't know?

You think you own whatever land you land on.

The Earth is just a dead thing you can claim.

But I know every rock and tree and creature

Has a life, has a spirit, has a name.

You think the only people who are people

Are the people who look and think like you.

But if you walk the footsteps of a stranger,

You'll learn things you never knew you never knew.

Have you ever heard the wolf cry to the blue corn moon

Or asked the grinning bobcat why he grinned?

Can you sing with all the voices of the mountains?

Can you paint with all the colors of the wind?

Can you paint with all the colors of the wind?

The girl had reached the stage by the time she started the second verse, and the curtain was raised to reveal the rest of the members of the group. Each of the girls wore dresses similar to Anna Maria's, though in a different pastel-type of color. The guys wore black pants with dress shirts whose colors corresponded with the dresses of the girls.

After her second verse and an emotional recurrence of the chorus, the instrumental track died away, signifying the end of her song. Though Brittany S. Pierce and Santana Lopez would later argue over who between the two of them was the first to stand for the girl, the couple clearly led the standing ovation. Once it died down and the Latina took a quick bow, she stepped aside for Julia and Cameron to take the spotlight. They, of course, were matching: Julia in a light blue dress, and Cameron with the same shade on his shirt.

Beth smiled from her seat in the audience. After seeing Julia and Cameron's chemistry at their audition, she wanted to do something for the competition that got to show off their banter. With the theme being Disney, Beth was proud of her song choice to showcase the pair.

JULIA:

When trying to express oneself, it's frankly quite absurd

To leaf through lengthy lexicons to find the perfect word.

A little spontaneity keeps conversation keen;

You need to find a way to say, precisely what you mean...

Super-cali-fragil-istic-expi-ali-docious!

Even though the sound of it is something quite atrocious!

If you say it loud enough, you'll always sound precocious,

JULIA & COMPANY:

Super-cali-fragil-istic-expi-ali-docious!

Um-diddle-iddle-iddle-um-diddle-aye!

Um-diddle-iddle-iddle-um-diddle-aye!

CAMERON:

Because I was afraid to speak when I was just a lad,

My father gave me nose a tweak and told me I was bad.

But then one day I learned a word that saved me achin' nose.

CAMERON & JULIA:

The biggest word you've ever heard, and this is how it goes: Oh!

Super-cali-fragil-istic-expi-ali-docious!

Even though the sound of it is something quite atrocious!

If you say it loud enough, you'll always sound precocious,

FULL COMPANY:

Super-cali-fragil-istic-expi-ali-docious!

Um-diddle-iddle-iddle-um-diddle-aye!

Um-diddle-iddle-iddle-um-diddle-aye!

The jovial song was getting very positive feedback from the audience, who seemed to enjoy both the interactions between the two lead singers and the choreography of the group as a whole. It was a little unorthodox for a competition, but based on the audience reaction at the song's end, Beth Corcoran had made the right decision; although, she mentally promised herself that Julia would receive a more emotional solo if the group made it to Regionals.

Soon, the lights dimmed and an African chant began to ring through the auditorium from most of the DynamiX members as they altered their positions to form one large arc across the stage. Standing in the middle of the arc were the Hudson twins.

COLE:

From the day we arrive on the planet,

And blinking, step into the sun,

There's more to see than can ever be seen;

More to do than can ever be done.

STEPH:

There's far too much to take in here;

More to find than can ever be found.

But the sun rolling high

Through the sapphire sky

Keeps great and small on the endless round.

COLE & STEPH (in harmony):

It's the Circle of Life

And it moves us all.

Through despair and hope,

Through faith and love.

Till we find our place

On the path unwinding.

In the Circle,

The Circle of Life!

"Finn," Kurt whispered to his step-brother in awe, "he…he sounds just like you."

"Yeah," the tall man responded with a smile, "but better."

He turned to his wife, hoping for a response, but Rachel's eyes were focused on the stage. As entranced as she was by her children's performance, Finn could tell that Rachel was still furious at him for keeping the secret of Beth Corcoran. He decided, for the time being, to not poke the beast.

Meanwhile, on stage, Trey, Cameron, Julia, and Anna Maria were smiling through their backing vocals. While the Evans boy was the best dancer, when it came to pure singing, Cole Hudson seemed to be on the way to becoming the top male vocalist. And remarkably enough, he had no idea that he was good until after he joined the glee club. Just like his dad.

Soon, every member of Vocal Dynamix joined in with Steph and Cole for one final reprise of the chorus that resonated throughout the entire room and ultimately ended their competition set. They received a standing ovation and had brought many audience members to tears. It was the perfect closing set.


"Hey there, Pretty Boy."

Cole, fresh off his Sectionals win, looked up from the bathroom sink and saw Jack entering.

"Oh, hi Jack," said Cole. "I—I heard your sax solo in that Stevie Wonder song. You were great."

"Not as great as you," Jack replied, walking toward the sinks himself and cleaning his glasses. "Lion King is a classic. Timon and Pumbaa would be proud."

Cole laughed. "Thanks."

Jack put a now-dry hand on Cole shoulder. "You're kinda cute, you know?"

"Really?" the tall boy responded shyly. It was strange. Cole had a good four inches ahead of Jack; yet, it was the shorter boy who was making all of the leading moves.

"Yeah…I'd be happy to show you how cute you are, sometime."

Cole looked a little confused. "What do you mean?"

Jack's hand traced down Cole's back and stopped right at the belt that held up Cole's pants. "Well," he stated plainly for the boy's benefit, "you're gay, I'm gay. I think you're pretty cute, and you've been staring at me all day."

Cole blushed for two reasons: one was that he had no idea that Jack knew that he was watching him. The second was that Jack's hand was now casually gliding around Cole's belt until it stopped right above the zipper in Cole's pants…which were suddenly becoming a little uncomfortable.

Jack continued. "My point is…I can…help you out, if you want."

The Hudson boy looked apprehensive. "I don't know…I-I do like you and all…but we just met—"

Cole gasped when Jack's hand literally grasped his now fully erect penis. His mind and his body were clearly on two different wavelengths.

"Your mouth says one thing," Jack whispered into Cole's ear seductively. "but your dick says another."

Cole remained silent…was he actually considering this?

"How about this?" propositioned Jack. "You haven't said no yet. So, I'll do my thing…and you can just say no when you want me to stop."

Cole's mind was reeling as Jack sunk to his knees. Everything in his mind was telling him not to do this. Every after-school special. Every guest speaker.

The belt buckle went undone. Cole didn't say no.

Granted, no one ever said "Never let a random guy give you a blowjob in a public bathroom." But he figured that it was implied. But then again…it's not like there was a big line of guys willing to date Cole. And now one was literally on his knees for him. How the hell could he pass this up? Besides, he'd never see this guy again.

The zipper went down. Cole didn't say no.

And lots of teenagers were having sex, right? And even more adults were having sex with random people, right? At least, that's what TV seemed to imply.

The pants were pulled down. Cole didn't say no.

No one would ever expect something like this from Cole Hudson. But why did he always have to be the good guy, anyway? Truthfully, Cole was quite a different person behind closed doors. Why should he have to go by anyone else's expectations? He wanted this.

Cole felt himself exposed in the cold air of the bathroom. And soon, he felt something else.

And he never said no.


Wow! I just realized that a lot happened in this chapter. Where to start?

First off, nothing is over. I know that there are a lot of things up in the air plot-wise, and I know that a couple of things came out of left field. But I promise that I haven't gone crazy. Everything will be resolved and explained…just not necessarily in the next chapter. So…good, bad or ugly? You be the judge.

Next, why hasn't real Glee done a Disney episode yet? Maybe licensing purposes? A bit unconventional for competition, but let's roll with it and see what happens! And sorry for how I had to write Super-cali-fragil-istic-expi-ali-docious; the site wouldn't let me do it as one word.

And finally, does anybody know how to draw? I'm not really digging the "cover" I made for my story, and I was just curious.

FEATURED SONGS:

"Colors of the Wind" from Pocahontas, by Judy Kuhn

"Super-cali-fragil-istic-expi-ali-docious" from Mary Poppins, by Julie Andrews and Dick Van Dyke (with additional lyrics taken from the Broadway musical)

"Circle of Life" from The Lion King, by Carmen Twillie

In the Next Chapter: During Santana and Brittany's wedding reception, old flames reunite, new flames emerge, friends return, and more revelations are made.