So here's what you missed on Just Me

Blaine woke up and is going to be okay, which means that everyone can go back to being happy. Liz found out that Matthew was born because his mom was raped. Ouch. Julia and Jason are still being really rude. Seriously, what is their problem? And Mr. Schue told them their competition for Sectionals... Jane Addams Academy and the Dalton Academy Warblers. (Kurt: "Mr. Schue? I know the perfect person to help us beat the Warblers.") Hmm... wonder who that could be.

And that's what you missed!

AND... I know that this is set in the future, but I'm not creative enough to make up my own movie titles, so I'm using today's. Okay? Okay.

The next day was Saturday and I can honestly say that I had never been happier for the weekend. I didn't even mind that we had to spend the whole day cleaning, because that meant that Daddy B was coming home tomorrow. As Anna and I were making up the bed in the downstairs guest room (so Daddy B wouldn't have to walk up the stairs with his busted ribs), she said to me, "So... you'll never guess who messaged me last night."

"Hmmm..." I mused, pretending to have no idea. "Maybe... Andy Austin?" Her face lit up so I knew I'd hit the nail on the head. "See? Told you he liked you."

"And you didn't hear the best part yet."

"Which is..."

"He asked me out!"

I dropped the pillow I was holding. "Really? That's great."

"Yeah, but I'm kinda nervous about it. You know?"

I nodded, then bent to retrieve the pillow from the floor. "Hey, I have an idea. Matthew and I are going to the movies tonight. You and Andy should come with us. It'll be like a double-date." We finished the bed and started to walk out of the room. "That way, you'll have back up if you get too nervous."

"You are the best cousin in the whole world... besides you, Ian," she added as my brother rounded the corner.

"Of course," he said, continuing to walk right past us. My family could be so weird sometimes.

"So what are you guys going to see?" she asked as we started up the stairs.

"Umm... The Hangover Part II." I'd told Matthew the day before that the original was one of my all-time favorites and he'd texted me this morning saying that he was taking me to see the second one as our first official date. Which pretty much made him the most awesome boyfriend in th e world.

"Sweet." The movie was one of Anna's favorites, too, and she'd been dying to see the second one since they started playing promos on TV.

"Well, we better finish cleaning or no one is going anywhere tonight."

Later that night at about six, Anna was freaking out over what to wear. "It's my first ever date," she said when I'd said that she didn't have to go all out. "Of course I have to go all out."

"But who are you trying to impress, exactly? I mean, Andy already likes you. I doubt he'll care what you're wearing." Which was why I had already gotten dressed in an outfit that wasn't designed to be on a runway - distressed skinny jeans, black flats, a white tank top, and a pink and white striped cardigan over it. I still looked good, but normal-person good, not red-carpet good.

"Every moment of your life is an opportunity for fashion," she said, quoting Daddy K. Finally, she decided on dark-wash skinny jeans tucked into black riding boots and an electric blue one-shoulder top that went perfectly with her tan skin. "How do I look?"

"You could wear a potato sack and you would still be the hottest girl in the room," I replied honestly. People said I was pretty, but I had nothing on Anna. She'd inherited her height from her dad, which put her at 5'10". She had her mom's tan skin, full lips, and gorgeous hair. She was constantly being hit on by guys who were much older than her or being asked to model something or other. It got a little tiring sometimes.

"I don't like this," Uncle Finn said as we walked down the stairs. "She's too young to start dating. And how old is this boy again?"

"He's a junior," Anna replied.

"That's way too old."

"Daddy, no it's not. Besides, Andy is really nice."

"I have to agree with Anna, honey," Aunt Rachel said. "She's growing up and you have to accept that."

"Doesn't mean I have to like it," he pouted as the doorbell rang.

"Be nice, Daddy," Anna warned as Daddy K went to go let Matthew and Andy in.

After a grueling fifteen minute interrogation session that would have put the Spanish Inquistion to shame, Uncle Finn was finally satisifed enough to let us leave. But not before he said, "Just don't move too fast. I'm talking to you too, Liz," he added. "Always, you know, think things through. Don't doing anything on impulse because that usually leads to something bad." I knew he was thinking about what happened when his girlfriend slept with his best friend and had gotten pregnant. (They were all over it, now, but that kind of thing leaves a mark.)

"Okay, Daddy," Anna said as we walked out to the car.

As we drove, I started thinking about what Uncle Finn had said. Were Matthew and I moving too fast? At first, I hadn't thought so, but now... I felt like I didn't really know him. Sure, he'd told me about his mom being raped, but there were so many things I didn't know. Like what was his favorite color? His favorite movie? His biggest fear? All the things my dads could tell you about each other off hand, and I didn't even know one about my own boyfriend. And that's not what I envisioned my first relationship to be.

When we all got out of the car at the theater, Matthew grabbed my arm gently and held me back. "You okay? You seem kind of out of it."

"Yeah, I'm fine."

"Okay. Liz?" I looked at him. "Can I tell you something?"

"Of course."

"I think - I think I might love you."

"Please don't say that."

"Why? It's true."

"No, it's not. You can't love me. You hardly know me. What's my favorite color?" He didn't answer. "How about my favorite food? My biggest dream?" Silence. "God, do you even know my middle name?" I was starting to get worked up, but I couldn't stop myself.

"Okay, okay, clam down. I see your point. Let's - let's take this slow. Okay? You know, find out more about each other. Does that sound okay?"

"Yeah." I smiled. "Pink, bacon pizza, to be a Broadway star, Grace."

"What?"

"My favorite color is pink. My favorite food is bacon pizza. My biggest dream is to be a Broadway star. My middle name is Grace."

"Oh. Well in that case... Green, mac-n-cheese, to play in the NFL, Jordan."

"Nice to meet you, Matthew Jordan Davies."

"Nice to meet you, too, Elizabeth Grace Hummel-Anderson."

The following Monday, I walked into the choir room to see the smug face of Julia Clark staring right at me. "What?" I shot at her.

"Nothing," she replied. I ignored her and sat down, but when I did, I noticed what was written on the board. In the same writing as on the note I found in my locker, someone (and by someone, I mean Julia) had written:

Studies show that gay parents raise gay children.

I got up and erased the lie, before facing Julia. "What? Didn't you like my little note?"

"You know what, Julia?" I replied. "I've had just about enough of your crap."

Her gaze hardened. "Bring it, bitch." And I would have, too, were it not for Mr. Schue and his oh-so-convenient timing. So I just sat down and let Anna rub my back to calm me down.

"All right, guys. What we're going to be talking about today is Sectionals. More specifically, how to beat the Warblers. Now, we have a special guest to help us out with that, but I'm not sure when they'll get here, so just sit tight, okay?" He paused a second, then said, "Can I have a few guys help me out for a minute?" Gabe and Ian jumped up (God, they were such kiss-asses) and followed Mr. Schue out of the room. They returned a few minutes later with the AV Club's projector and screen. Everyone sat up a little bit straighter because... well, because we're high school kids. And high school kids love when they get to watch movies in school.

About twenty minutes later, Daddy K walked into the room, half-carrying Daddy B, who winced with every step he took. Gabe rushed to support his other side and together he and Daddy K got Daddy B seated somewhat comfortably in Mr. Schue's computer chair. Daddy K stood behind him and put his hand on his shoulder. "Hey, guys," he said, his voice still a little weak. "So I hear that you're going up against the Warblers at Sectionals. I can help."

"How?" a guy in the back asked.

"I was in the Warblers in high school. Well," he amended, "I was kind of the star." Daddy K muttered something that sounded distinctly like "Blaine and the Pips". "I'm ignoring you," Daddy B said over his shoulder. "So, the key to beating the Warblers is diversity." Everyone kind of just stared at him. "What I mean is that Dalton and the Warblers haven't changed in almost 200 years. They have the same buildings, the same choir room, the same uniforms..."

"Those God-awful uniforms," Daddy K interjected.

"Will you be quiet?" Daddy B playfully snapped. "Anyway... where was I? Oh, yeah... the Warblers have been doing the same thing for almost 200 years. Every year, they choose one member who they think has the best chance of helping them win. And that one member does all of the solos, which means that none of the other members have a chance to shine."

"So Mr. uh..." Joey Cipriani said.

"Call me Blaine."

"Okay, Blaine. So how is this going to help us win?"

"I thought someone might ask that. Which is why I brought a video top show you what I mean." As if that were his cue, Mr. Schue started the projector. A stage full of uniform-clad teenage boys filled the screen. hey, hey, hey... Your lipstick stains... "Okay, so this is the Warblers..."

"Is that you?" someone asked.

"Yes," Daddy B replied. "Now just watch."

"Or not," Daddy K rebutted. "Not much changes."

"Which is my point." We watched the rest of the performance and when the screen went black he said, "All right. Now this is New Directions the same night." Now I've had the time of my life... "So this is Sam and Quinn. And now..." Well sometimes I go out by myself... "That's Santana." The screen went black again. "Do you guys get what I'm trying to say?"

"Yeah," Gabe said. "As long as we don't use the same people over and over again, we'll beat those Dalton robots easy."

"Watch it, young man. Remember, you almost were one of those robots," Daddy B said with a smile. Then he added, "But, yeah. That's basically what I was trying to say. I know there has to be some pretty talented people in front of me and it seems like it would be a waste to ignore all of you. Right, Mr. Schue?"

"Right. Which is why..." he started handing out sheet music, "I want us to start coming together as a group. This song seemed to work twenty years ago, so hopefully it works now." He handed me my sheet music and I looked at the title: "Don't Stop Believin'". "And," he continued. "There's plenty of opportunities here to make sure one person isn't hogging the spotlight the whole time." From behind him, I heard a cough that sounded oddly like "Rachel Berry". Mr. Schue finished passing out the papers and said, "Now I've highlighted the parts I want each of you to sing. Sometimes it's only one line, but there will be plenty of opportunities for bigger solos." He turned towards my dads. "And, thanks for coming, Blaine. How are you feeling?"

"It could be worse. At least I'm alive." He rested his hand over Daddy K's on his shoulder.

Mr. Schue started to say something else, but I tuned him out because I was looking at the way Anna was leaning into Andy. They had gone out again on Sunday night, and I knew that they were an official couple, but I still didn't like the way she seemed to mold herself around him. Like she wasn't herself anymore, but an extension of him. Uncle Finn's words from Saturday about moving too fast and the consequences. But I shook it off. Anna was smarter than that.

Wasn't she?

So that's that! And thank you to JasmineDB for pointing out that Liz and Matthew were moving too fast. That wasn't how I'd intended it. Hopefully, I fixed it.

And next time...

Well, actually, I'm not sure what's going to happen next. So you'll just have to wait and see! And let me know if you have any ideas!

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