Disclaimer: I do not own the super awesome TV show Glee.
Author's Note: Think we can make it to twenty reviews after this chapter? I think so! ~Jackie PS: That's a hint! And I still really want you to tell me what characters you want to go out! So…who do you ship in this verse?
Delilah turned to glance at Elle, who was glaring at her angrily. Delilah looked away, but the other girl didn't release her gaze.
Some people would think Elle was being a bitch, but she didn't think so. Elle didn't like girls who flirted with her brother, who were stupid enough to think they had a chance with him. She wasn't sorry for what she did to that…that thing! So what exactly had happened?...
Elle stormed out of the auditorium. She was furious. How could Liam betray her like that? No, it wasn't Liam's fault. He was just a boy who had to give in to his sexual desires. So when girls like Delilah Hudson, girls who were decent in appearance and had a good girl charm and confused him with their big words, he couldn't help but fall in love with them.
"Elle, Elle I'm so sorry!"
And now she dare come to apologize? As if that would make what she did okay?
Elle turned around, hitting the little harlot with her hair. "Listen here Streisand and listen good!" She snapped, making Delilah slightly quiver. "Keep your talentless man hands off my brother!"
Delilah sounded defiant, almost powerful, as she replied. "Elle, I am sorry but I really do love-"
Crack! Delilah recoiled as Elle studied her hand which hovered in the air, the hand that had just slapped Delilah across the face, leaving a small red mark. Delilah instinctively reached for her face and Elle yanked away her hand, trying not to lose the power in her voice.
"You do not love him. You barely even know him."
Delilah may have just been bitch-slapped, but she still refused to back down. "I've known him since he was born, Elle. As long as you have." She said, not angrily or meanly, but calmly and coolly. "Why are you doing this to me?" She then dared to add: "To him?"
Elle glared. "You need to get out of your little fairy tale. You're a loser. A poser…a Gleek. That whole "Get Mine, Get Yours" plot was fun, but it was nothing more than a temporary distraction from my real feelings for you. You're still nothing to me, and you always will be." She smirked as Delilah's face fell. "I don't mean to burst your bubble…but, oh wait. I do."
Elle turned on her heel and walked off, hands on her hips and a scowl on her face. Delilah stared after her, tears forming in her eyes and Elle's words echoing in her head. As the first tear fell down her face she ran off in the opposite direction. People looked on at the sobbing girl running down the hall. But she didn't care, her confidence was shattered.
Elle snapped out of her flashback about fifteen minutes later. Wine had been poured for the adults and iced tea for the kids and salads had been placed in front of everyone. Everyone sat around the dinner table (except for Aidan, Christopher and Dalton, who had asked to be excused so they could go play in Aidan's room), the adults talking nonchalantly and the kids picking at their food, bored. Suddenly, Delilah's fork hit her plate as she dropped it. "I just saw-" She stammered.
Rachel screamed. "A rat!"
Rachel, Delilah and Stella all screamed dramatically as a rat ran across the table, a few other people cried out as well. Will jumped up in his seat and grabbed one of the candlesticks, slamming it down on the table with a thump, just barely missing the rat.
"Don't kill it!" Schuyler shouted over the chaos as Kurt pulled her back.
"Well someone get it out of here!" He said.
Then Aidan came running in the dining room, with Christopher and Dalton close behind, throwing himself in front of Will. "Dad! Don't kill Bob!"
Everything froze and everyone turned to look at Aidan.
"Aidan…" Emma said as coolly as possible. "Why did you just call that rat Bob?"