Twelve Days of Christmas
On the tenth day of Christmas…
Rachel sat in the back of the room glowering down at the rest of them. Puck was at her side, but he looked slightly bored at each growing mention she made of her Jewish sensibilities being deeply offended. At each word she made, he moved further and further away, his eyes glazing over.
Quinn rolled her eyes. Berry first embraced it in order to strong-arm Finn to doing stuff for her, but as usual whine the focus shifted she opened her mouth to start complain. She wasn't sure why she switched between that at whim, but she supposed the Christmas tree that got donated to them was enough excuse.
She stood back watching as rest of the glee club decorated the tree. Mr. Schue had the brilliant brainwave to have people decorate it with ornaments from their own homes. Brilliant in meaning that he didn't have to spend was extra they had on the budget on decorations.
She would perhaps be a bit a fonder if she had her own to put on the tree.
All around the other placed ornaments on tree. Some were handmade such as chipped drum Finn placed on the tree and the glittery star that Tina place on the branch with care. Others were personalized with their names such as the snowman with Mercedes written on its front, or the sled with Artie written in blocky letters. There were odd ornaments such as Mexican guitar that Sam place on the tree, and furry animal that Brittany insisted was a llama. Lauren stuck something that looked like it came straight out of a Dr. Seuss book and even Mike had dancing shoes painted on a plain orb. All that said something about their personality and their family willingness to put such things on their trees. Well, she caught sight of the angel ornament Santana stuck next to Brittany's llama, maybe not personality.
Her family didn't have ornaments at least not the kind she could just pluck off and stick on the tree. Her family trees were organized with a set color scheme, the ornaments expensive and fragile. She and her sister weren't ever allowed to touch the tree, and when she six years old she once asked to place an angel she had made art class on the tree. Her father had looked down at her in scorn.
It would the ruin the tree.
This will be her first Christmas after her parents' divorce, the first Christmas after the baby's birth. And she didn't have an ornament from her home to put on the tree, but did she had a new one.
As the circle thinned around the tree she placed the ornament she had bought specifically for today, a silhouette of the three kings. An ornament not for her family, but for the baby she hadn't quite forgotten.
…there were ten ornaments hanging on the Christmas tree.