Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or any of the recognizable characters... they (sadly) belong to Fox. Angel Harris however, is mine. (Fox: she's still for sale if you want her.)


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On Monday there were only four more days until the Disney concert for the kids at the elementary school and the Glee Club kids couldn't have been more excited.

They knew that they were ready, they had somehow found a way to perfect the songs and the dances the only thing they hadn't figured out yet was the costumes.

"I think we should dress like different Disney characters!" Rachel exclaimed, "The girls could dress up like Disney princesses and the boys could dress up like princes or Peter Pan or something."

"Rach," Angel sighed, "You know I love you, but that would be a bit expensive wouldn't it?"

"People's parents could make them for us," Rachel said with a shrug.

"Like that time your dads made you a Lady Gaga dress?" Quinn asked, raising an eyebrow.

"My mom made me a pretty good dress though," Rachel said with a shrug, "It was really good actually."

"I didn't know you had a mom," Angel said, turning her head to glance at her friend.

Rachel waved her hand in the air, "Doesn't matter, all she really turned out to be was an egg donor."

"Oh, Rach, I'm sorry," Angel sighed sadly.

"Moving back to costumes," Quinn snapped from behind them, "I have an idea."

"Let's hear it, Quinn," Will called from the front of the room.

"I was in the mall the other day and I passed JC Penny and there was a bunch of red, strapless dresses with white polka dots on them on sale for like fifteen dollars."

"I like that!" Rachel started clapping and bouncing in her seat, "It's got this Minnie Mouse vibe going on!"

"And what about the boys?" Will asked.

"Red shirts and dark jeans?" Angel said with a shrug, "I mean if the girls are going to be channeling Minnie Mouse then the boys should be simple, don't need to overdo it, you know?"

"I like it," Puck said with a shrug, "I don't really want to be prancing around the stage in front of a bunch of kids dressed as Peter Pan or Mickey Mouse or something."

"Me neither," Finn said with a shrug, "That would be really weird."

"Where's your spirit?" Rachel asked, looking around at the boys in the choir room, "This is for fundraising for the club!"

"I like the idea of downplaying the boys though," Will said with a shrug.

"Fine," Rachel muttered, crossing her arms over her chest, "Whatever you guys want. But when this show is a disaster and the children hate and cry over it won't be my fault."

"Don't be such a drama queen," Angel said, friendly laughter in her voice.

"I just want everything to be perfect," Rachel moaned, trying to get the rest of the club to understand just how important Glee was to her and how important this concert was.

"It will be," Angel laughed at her friend, resting her head on the brunette's shoulder, "Don't worry Rachel, we won't embarrass you."

"You better not," Rachel muttered, and then when she turned to look at her best friend and saw that Angel was trying not to burst out laughing she let out a snort and started laughing, "I'm sorry guys," she said, shaking her head and looking at the ground, "I'm just a little stressed."

"Go figure," Angel laughed, rolling her eyes and reaching out for Rachel's hand, "But it's okay Rach, we understand."

"Speak for yourself," Santana said from the back row in a cruel tone.

Angel turned around to glare at Santana, but Puck beat her to the punch, "Like you've never freaked out over something lame before," he said, turning around to laugh at Santana.

"Come on guys!" Will called from the front of the room, "Cool it!"

Angel turned her head in Puck's direction and smiled at him, "Thank you," she mouthed to him while giving a light squeeze to Rachel's hand.

"No problem," Puck mouthed back, sending her one of his most charming smiles, but she had already turned to face the front of the room and she missed the smile. Puck groaned, how was she going to decide she liked him if she completely missed every charming thing that he did?

"Everyone needs to just calm down," Will told the kids, "You guys are ready for this; all you need to do is to get the costumes. So I won't see you until Thursday, we'll do a dress rehearsal and then on Friday we'll do the concert."

"And then next week we can start working on songs for sectionals!" Rachel cheered, jumping up and down in her chair and clapping her hands together.

"Hey sweetie," Angel whispered, leaning closer to Rachel and placing her hands on top of Rachel's and keeping her from clapping her hands together, "You should really calm down, huh?"

"So have a good week, I'll see you guys on Thursday," Will said, clapping his hands together and nodding, letting the kids know that it was okay for them to leave.

Puck picked up his bag quickly, hoping to catch up with Angel on her way out of the school, but Rachel and Kurt had beat him to it. He ended up walking behind the three of them as they linked arms and skipped out of the school.


Puck was on his way to his truck after football practice on Tuesday when he saw someone laying on the hood of it, a short girl with auburn hair, "Hey Angel," he laughed as he got closer to it, "What are you up to?"

"Laying on the hood of your truck and looking at the clouds," Angel said with a shrug, "Waiting for you?"

"How did you get up there?" Puck asked as he climbed onto the hood next to her and leaned back on the sun-warmed metal, "You're definitely not tall enough to climb up on your own."

"I'm not a child," Angel muttered, crossing her arms over her chest jokingly, "I am perfectly capable of climbing onto the hood of a truck."

"How did you get up here?" Puck asked, turning his head to look at Angel, a smile on his face.

"I asked one of the basketball players," Angel said with a shrug, "I don't know, just wanted to talk to you and standing next to your truck seemed lame."

"What do you want to talk about?" Puck asked, his eyes roving over her face for some kind of sign that she might have decided that she didn't want to be just friends anymore. But that was a long shot, it had only been a day, and none of his tricks seemed to work on Angel.

"I don't know," Angel said, uncomfortably, "This was a stupid idea, I'm sorry," she added as she tried to sit up and slide off the hood of the truck.

"So the clouds?" Puck asked, grabbing her hand and stopping her from leaving.

Angel laughed and lay back down, "Ever since I was little I used to love looking for shapes in the clouds," she said with a smile, "When my mom was still around she'd bring me up to the roof of our building during the summer so that we could look at them."

"When your mom was around?" Puck asked, catching onto the girl's wording, "What happened? Did she die?"

"I wish," Angel said with a harsh laugh, "That would have honestly been better."

"Way to be harsh," Puck chuckled, "Do you want to talk about it?"

Angel shook her head no, but then she nodded, "My dad says that I should talk about it, I just don't like to."

"What happened?" Puck asked, "Nasty divorce or something?"

"No," Angel said, shaking her head, "She just left."

"How old were you?" Puck asked, pity in his voice.

"Five," Angel said after taking in a huge breath, "She dropped me off at kindergarten and told me that she would pick me up after school, and then she never did."

"What did you do?" Puck asked, reaching out and gently taking Angel's hand.

"I waited," Angel said with a shrug, lacing her fingers through Puck's, "And I waited, and then my teacher finally drove me home at six."

"Your dad didn't pick you up?" Puck asked, wondering how a little girl's father could not pick his abandoned daughter up from school.

"He forgot about me," Angel said with a shrug, "Brad came home from school on the bus and was freaking out when he realized that our mother wasn't there. He was too busy dealing with Brad's freak out to remember that I was supposed to be home by that time too."

"That must have been horrible," Puck said softly, giving her hand a squeeze, "I'm so sorry."

Angel shook her head, "Being forgotten I could forgive, I could even understand being forgotten. What was bad was feeling like it had been my fault that she left. My dad tried to explain that it was his fault, not mine, but it never worked. I always assumed that it was me that chased her away."

"Why'd she leave?" Puck asked.

"Brad says that she left because she was like half my dad's age and she had all of these big dreams that were getting further and further away from coming true, so she just left. She spent some time in New York trying to make her dreams come true, and when that didn't work she left."

"She just left?" Puck asked, "Where'd she go?"

"She came here," Angel said with a shrug, "She and my dad went to high school here. She came back and we didn't hear from her again until we moved here. And then suddenly all she wanted to do was be part of our lives. And I couldn't forgive her, I can't. I hate her for leaving me and I hate her for trying to force her way into my life now."

Puck noticed that she was crying, but he knew Angel well enough to know that she wouldn't want him to draw attention to it, "So why would it be easier for you if she had died?" he asked, he had been wondering this since she had started sharing her story.

"When a parent dies you know that they didn't leave you because they wanted to, they left you because they had to. She left me because she didn't want me. Something about me wasn't good enough for her."

"I'm sure that's not true," Puck reassured her, "It can't be."

"You'd be surprised," Angel said, shaking her head, "My mom doesn't honestly have a maternal bone in her body, the only reason she wants to be part of our life now is probably because we're too close to her to ignore and her few friends who know about the family she abandoned probably looked down on her."

"Have you tried talking to her?" Puck asked.

Angel shook her head and pointed up into the sky, "That one looks like a lion."

Puck shook his head and laughed, he wanted to ask her more, but he knew better than that, her abrupt change of subject was enough to tell him that she was done talking about her mom, "That one looks like a motorcycle," he chuckled, pointing at another cloud formation.

Angel squeezed his hand for a brief second, silently thanking him for understanding that she was done talking, "I've always wanted to ride on a motorcycle," she admitted with a giggle.

"Look at that," Puck laughed, poking her side, "The good girl has a bad side."

"Must be why I like you so much," Angel giggled before she heard what she actually said and stopped laughing, "As friends, I mean," she said sternly.

"Of course," Puck laughed, "Little known secret," he added, "I'm getting a motorcycle license."

"Shut up," Angel laughed, gently shoving him in the side.

"Hey!" Puck laughed, as he slid off the hood of the truck, "What is with all of the shoving? You're a big bully!"

Angel laughed, "That's not true," she said as she held out her hand to help him back onto the hood of the truck, "And you know it."

"Whatever you say, little one," Puck laughed, leaning in and wrapping his arm around Angel's neck so that he could pull her closer and give her a noogie sandwich, "Whatever you say."

"Don't call me that!" Angel laughed, "Or I will push you off the truck again."

"Is that a promise or a threat?" Puck asked, leaning closer to Angel.

"Both," she laughed as she leaned away from him, feeling slightly uncomfortable.

Puck laughed and hopped off the hood of the truck, "Do you need a ride home?" he asked as he held his hand out to Angel.

"No thanks," Angel laughed as Puck lifted her off the hood of the truck, "I was waiting for my brother to get out of soccer practice anyway."

"Oh," Puck said with a nod, "I have a question," he added as Angel started to walk away.

"Yeah?" she asked, turning around and brushing some hair out of her eyes and tucking it behind her ear, "What's up?" she asked.

"We've got a football game on Thursday evening, after the Glee dress rehearsal, do you think maybe you could come and watch? And then we could go out to eat or something," he asked, almost nervously.

"Sure," Angel said with a nod, "That sounds like fun. I'll call Rachel and the others and see if they want to come to, a group bonding thing, you know?"

"That works," Puck said with a nod even though that's not really what he had wanted, "Well I'll see you tomorrow then?" he asked when he saw Brad making his way across the parking lot.

"Yeah, tomorrow," Angel said with a smile and then she surprised both of them by skipping forward and wrapping her arms around his neck, "Thanks Puck," she laughed.

"For what?" Puck asked, confused, he hadn't done anything worth thanking over.

"For looking for shapes in the clouds with me," Angel said, gesturing up at the sky, "And for the other thing."

"No problem," Puck laughed, sticking his hands in his pockets, "Call me anytime you need to look at the clouds again, I'm your man."

"Sure you are," Angel giggled as she walked away, "See you tomorrow Puckerman!" she called, turning around briefly to flash a smile at him.

"So you and Puckerman?" Brad asked as Angel climbed into his jeep.

"Are just friends," Angel said at the same time that Brad exclaimed, "Totally called it!"

"Called what?" Angel laughed at the same time that Brad sighed out an, "Oh."

"Called what?" Angel asked again, "Come on Brad, tell me!"

"Nothing," Brad laughed with a knowing smile, "Don't worry about it."

"Whatever," Angel laughed, shaking her head and crossing her arms over her chest, "Are you going to start driving or what?"


"No no no no!" Rachel screamed, "This is all wrong!"

"Rachel," Kurt sighed, "It is not all wrong. It's fine."

"That song was horrible!" Rachel exclaimed, "It sucked!"

"Aren't dress rehearsals supposed to suck?" Angel asked, rolling her eyes and chewing on her finger nails. "That's what my theater friends always told me. They said that if the dress rehearsal was a complete disaster that meant that the show was going to be amazing."

"But this isn't theater, this is Glee!" Rachel exclaimed.

"Rachel it was fine," Will said, laughter in his voice, "I think you guys were really good, especially with that swing number in Friend Like Me. Thanks for the moves Angel."

"No problem, Mr. Shue," Angel said with a wave of her hand.

"Okay guys, good job tonight," Will said, clapping his hands together, "Now go home, relax, do something fun, but go to bed early! You need to be ready to perform tomorrow!"

"Yes, Mr. Shue," the kids groaned as they began to pack up their stuff, "We will."

"So are we still going to the game?" Rachel asked Angel on their way out of the choir room.

"Definitely," Angel laughed, "But first we're going to go to my house to get ready, okay? Then we're going to meet up with the rest of the club at the game."

"Why do we have to get ready?" Rachel asked, "I think I look fine."

"No," Angel said, shaking her head, "You look okay, but I'm going to make you gorgeous. Now what are McKinley's colors?"

"You've been coming here for almost a year and you still don't know the school colors?" Rachel asked with a giggle, "That's really lame, Angel."

"Red and white," Puck told her, leaning in and placing his head on her shoulder.

"Hey Puck," Angel giggled, reaching up and running her hand over his mohawk, "Good luck at your game tonight."

"Thanks, Ang," Puck laughed, pulling away from her and walking in front of her, "Kiss for good luck?" he asked jokingly.

Angel stopped walking and crossed her arms over her chest, "Well," she laughed, "Since from what I hear you guys need all the luck you can get."

"Not fair," Puck chuckled.

"You'll be fine," Rachel laughed as Angel stepped forward and stood on her tip toes grabbing Puck's face in her small hands and bending it down so that she could kiss his forehead, "Good luck, Puckerman," she said with a giggle.

"One more?" Puck called after the two girls as they started skipping down the hallway, "No then?" he asked, chuckling, "It's okay, one will be enough."

"See you at the game, Puck," Angel laughed as she and Rachel left the school.

"So what's going on with you two?" Rachel asked as the two of them climbed into her Volkswagen beetle.

"Nothing," Angel said with a shrug, "We're friends."

"That seemed a little more than friendly," Rachel laughed, nodding her head toward the school as they drove out of the parking lot, "That seemed a lot more than friendly."

"But it wasn't," Angel said with a shrug, "Just friends."

"Whatever you say," Rachel laughed, shaking her head, "Just to let you know the rest of us are taking bets on how long it takes the two of you to finally come to your senses and start dating."

"Whatever you say," Angel laughed, leaning back in her seat, "Now tell me about your date with that Benny guy."

"Oh no," Rachel groaned, "Anything but that."

"Come on," Angel laughed, "You haven't told anyone about your date, everyone else has told the club about their dates."

"Mine wasn't a real date," Rachel said, shaking her hair and pushing some hair out of her face, "It was more of an excuse for Ben to try to figure out what kind of underwear I wear."

"That bad, huh?" Angel asked.

"He purposefully dropped things under the table so that he could try to look up my skirt," Rachel said, rolling her eyes as she pulled the bug into Angel's neighborhood.

"Well all the boys at school do that," Angel said with a laugh.

"Thanks for that little piece of information," Rachel said, giving a shudder, "I'm going to try to pretend that you never told me that, okay?"

"Okay," Angel laughed, "Now let's get into my house, I need to make you hot!"

"Hot?" Rachel asked, "Why?"

"Because we're going to get you some hot football boy toy," Angel giggled, unlocking her front door.

"I am quite capable of finding my own boy toy," Rachel said with a small smile, "I don't need to look hot."

"Rachel," Angel sighed, "I love the way you dress, it is honestly very cute, but you look like a five-year-old."

"Is that a problem?" Rachel asked, as she followed Angel up the stairs to her room, "My dads happen to like the way that I dress."

"Because it makes sure that there is no chance that you will ever get laid," Angel laughed, "So dads love things like that. My dad would be thrilled to send me to school in a pair of garbage man coveralls every day for that very reason."

"Woah!" Rachel gasped as she looked at Angel's closet, "He's certainly outfitted you in everything except those coveralls."

"That's more my mom than my dad," Angel said with a shrug, "She thinks that the fastest way back into my life is to fill my closet with clothes."

"That would win me over," Rachel laughed.

"Sure, sure," Angel laughed, "You say that now, it'll change when you're in my situation."

"I wish I could be in your situation," Rachel laughed as she grabbed a tight, purple dress off of the closet rod, "This dress is amazing."

"You can borrow it anytime," Angel said with a wave of her hand, "But tonight we're looking for red and white combinations. Let's go, red's toward the back and white's on the side."

"You color code your closet?" Rachel laughed, "You are way more insane than I thought you were."

"I have a map too," Angel added, holding up a piece of paper in front of Rachel's face.

"I thought you were joking!" Rachel laughed as she looked at the paper Angel was waving in front of her face, "You're serious?"

"Wouldn't want to get lost in there," Angel said with a shrug.

"It's a square room," Rachel said, slowly as if she was talking to a very young child.

"Yeah, but this way I am able to find exactly what I'm looking for as soon as I walk into the room. Keeps me from having problems finding exactly what I'm looking for. I made the map after I had to ask my brother to pick out a dress for me for my date with Puck. I was convinced that I had nothing to wear."

"So what are we looking for?" Rachel asked, giving up and coming to terms with the fact that Angel was crazy and she was going to make her dress up for the game; there was no point in fighting it any longer.

"Skinny jeans are in the dresser in the back," Angel said, consulting her map and pointing to the dresser in question, "You're really lucky that we're practically the same size," she added.

"You have to look at your map?" Rachel asked, as she followed Angel's directions to the dresser, "That's really sad."

"The really dark ones are in the bottom drawer," Angel added, "And yes, I'm still getting the hang of everything."

"You are insane," Rachel laughed, "And that's coming from me."

"We're two of a kind," Angel laughed, "My sister from another mister, or whatever it is that people say."

"Please don't ever say that again," Rachel laughed as the two of them started to get ready for the game.


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Author's Note: So this is the last chapter that you guys get for the next two weeks.
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