Hey, hey, hey!
As always thank you for the lovely reviews you all write! I totally love hearing your thoughts on the story so thanks for sharing!
It was the first football game of the season, meaning Santana was standing outside on the sidelines with the rest of the Cheerios, cheering their dumb-ass football team on. The team had only ever won one game so it was normally a total waste of time. It wasn't a particularly warm night either, so that made everything worse.
The most surprising part was…
…They won.
"Thank you, Grilled Cheesus!" Finn yelled after he threw his helmet down.
"What the hell did he just say?" Santana asked looking toward the boy who was still on the field as the rest of the guys cheered.
"I-I think he said Grilled Cheesus." Quinn replied.
"What's Grilled Cheesus?" Brittany looked between her friends.
Neither Quinn nor Santana answered.
Things weren't any better between Quinn or Santana. They acted like things were okay enough for them to stand around each other during practices and stuff, but when it was over they weren't even talking. It wasn't for a lack of trying either. Not on Quinn's part, the girl still had no idea what she had done to hurt Santana so badly, and the raven haired girl didn't want to have to explain herself. She didn't understand how Quinn couldn't know what was wrong.
When the game was officially over Coach Sylvester sent them to the showers, where Quinn walked in the head of the line with the other cheerleaders and Santana hung toward the back with Brittany, avoiding her at all costs.
A moment after the bell rang the next school day Finn raised his hand, "Mr. Schue, I have something to say." He stood up and made his way to the front of the room. "Something happened to me and I can't really get into it, but it's shaken me to my core."
"Oh, my God, he's coming out." Puck said.
"Why, yes." Finn agreed. "There is a man who's sort of come into my life and the man is Jesus Christ."
"That's way worse." Puck shared before Mr. Schue shot him a look.
"And I know there's others in here who dig him too. And so I thought maybe this week we could pay tribute to him in music."
Brittany frowned and Santana couldn't help but think the boy was crazy.
"You know," Finn continued, "pay tribute to Jesus."
"Sorry." Kurt chuckled, "uh, but if I wanted to sing about Jesus, I'd go to a church. And the reason I don't go to church is because most churches don't think very much of gay people. Or women. Or science."
"I don't see anything wrong with getting a little church up in here." Mercedes shared.
"I agree." Quinn began, "I had a really hard year, and I turned to God a lot for help. I, for one wouldn't mind saying thanks."
Santana turned toward her, "thanks for what? That it didn't come out a lizard baby?"
"Whenever I pray, I fall asleep." Brittany said.
"Well, guys, maybe our song selections don't have to be about Jesus." Mr. Schue jumped in. "We could do songs about spirituality."
Puck frowned sending the teacher a look.
"You got a problem with Jesus?" Finn asked.
"Oh, I got no problem with the guy." Puck stated, "I'm a total Jew for Jesus. He's my number one Hebe. What I don't like seeing is people using J-Money to cramp everybody else's style cause it seems to me that true spirituality or whatever you want to call it-is about enjoying the life that you've been given. I mean I see God every time I make out with a new chick."
"Okay, okay. T-that doesn't make any sense." Rachel said. "In fact it's stupid." She shot him a degrading look.
"Are you calling Mr. Billy Joel stupid?" Puck stood up. "At this time I'd like to continue my streak of doing only songs by Jewish Artists." He walked over to grab a guitar while Finn took a sweat next to Rachel who gave him a look of disbelief. "Hit it." Puck told the band before the song began to play.
'Come out come out come out Virginia don't let me wait,
You Catholic girls start much too late
Sooner or later it comes down to fate
I might as well be the one,
You know that only the good die young
I'm telling you baby
You know that only the good die young
Only the good die young
Only the good
Only the good die young'
"Whoo!" Santana cheered joining some of the other kids dancing around to the music.
"Ow!" Someone cheered when the song was over, Mr. Schue clapped hands with Mike.
The next day Santana met Brittany at her locker, the girl was standing there with a wide-eyed look as Santana opened her locker. "What's up Britt?"
Brittany shrugged, "I'm sad."
"Why's that?" Santana asked sliding her binder into her locker and grabbing her Algebra book.
"You didn't hear?" The blonde looked at her.
Santana sighed, "hear what?" She asked as a pair of students walked by whispering to each other.
"Kurt's dad is in the hospital." Brittany said, causing Santana to frown in concern. "He had a heart attack yesterday. Kurt was in French class or something and Mr. Schuester and Miss Pillsbury had to tell him what happened."
"Well, is he okay?" Santana asked shutting her locker and leaning against it.
"I don't know…I only just heard about it, apparently the entire school knows."
As Santana went to say something else her phone vibrated causing her to pull it from her bag. She clicked on the screen seeing it was a message from Quinn before she looked at Brittany. "I'm gonna go talk with her." She waved her phone for emphasis after reading the message.
"Quinn?"
"Yeah." Santana nodded, "she won't leave me alone, I need to set her straight or something."
"Or just listen to her."
"I did." Santana retorted, "she was talking to Finn and she asked him out."
"Santana-"
"I told you Brittany," Santana sighed, "Quinn and I worked things out, I thought she wanted to be with me, turns out I was wrong and she just wanted to hurt me." She left Brittany standing there before she could say anything more to try and change her mind. She sent a quick text asking Quinn where she was. The message was quickly replied too as Quinn said she was in the parking lot. So Santana decided to skip her class to meet the blonde there.
When she approached Quinn's car, the blonde looked more than surprised to see her. "I need to say something to you." Santana told her.
"O-okay?" Quinn leaned up against her car folding her arms across her chest.
Santana drew in a deep breath, "you need to leave me alone." She said, "just stop texting me and stop calling me…hell, don't even look at me!"
Quinn swallowed as her eyes started to shine, "Santana-"
"No! I don't want to hear it, Quinn! I'm sick of you playing me."
"I don't even know what you're talking about."
"Oh, whatever!" Santana studied her face before continuing, "you think you can just hook up with me and then go on a date with Finn-"
"Finn? Wha-"
"You don't care about me at all…you're using me and I'm not down with that. I thought I wanted to be with you, but now that I know who you are…we're over Quinn, for good."
"What are you talking about?" Quinn asked, the tears that had been building up were now spilling over, and truth be told Santana wanted to wipe them away.
"I overheard you okay." Santana said taking a step back. "After practice you asked Finn out."
"That's what this is about?" The blonde straightened up wiping at her eyes. "That's why you kicked me out of your car last week?"
"Yeah." Santana said, "I told you I'm not interested in sharing you."
"You wouldn't be." Quinn said.
"Yeah, because he turned you down." Santana stated, "I heard that, but someone's bound to say yes at some point."
"And I want that someone to be you!…God, Santana, I wasn't even going to go out with him if he had said yes." Santana rolled her eyes, "no really," Quinn stated. "Rachel asked me to talk to him, she wanted proof that he really wanted to be with her or something…I was just doing as she asked."
"Yeah, because you and Rachel are so close."
"Santana-"
"No, I get it, you and Rachel are totally best friends, that must've slipped my mind." Santana barked, "go to hell, Quinn."
When the bell for Glee Club rang everybody entered the room almost at the same time, meeting Kurt who had already been there for a while, sitting in one of the chairs. Tina hugged the boy before Quinn and Mike patted his shoulders before they took their seats.
"Hey, Kurt." Santana said quietly, "we're really sorry about your dad's heart attack."
"Thanks, Santana." Kurt nodded.
"I did a book report on heart attacks if you wanna give it to the doctor." Brittany said taking her report out and handing it to the boy. "I got knocked down an entire letter grade cause it was written in crayon."
"What the hell happened?" Finn said rushing into the room with Rachel behind him as Santana scooted her chair away from Quinn, who watched her a moment before looking away.
"My dad's in the hospital."
"I know. My mom just called me. I-I feel like I'm the last to know."
"Well, I'm sorry, Finn. It didn't occur to me to call you, because he's not your father."
"Yeah, well, he's the closest I'm ever going to get, okay?" Finn yelled out, "I know it may not look like everybody else has but I thought w-we were…sort of a family." Kurt shook his head taking a seat. "Look," Finn continued, "I guess I Just-I-I didn't like overhearing other people talking about it in gym class." Kurt moved his bag so Finn could take a seat.
"Hey, guys." Will started, "our thoughts are all with Kurt and, uh, I know it's sort of hard to really focus on anything else-"
"Mr. Schue?" Mercedes interrupted.
"Yeah?"
"I've been struggling, trying to figure out what I wanted to say to Kurt all day and I realize I don't want to say it, I want to sing it." Mr. Schuester waved her up so she took his place in front of the group. "This song is about being in a very dark place and turning to God. It's a spiritual song, Mr. Schue. Is that okay?"
"It's fine."
"Tina, Quinn, can you help me out, please?" She requested and the girls joined her on the side.
'As I lay me down
Heaven hear me now
I'm lost without a cause
After giving it my all
Winter storms have come
And darkened my sun
After all that I've been through
Who on earth can I turn to?
I look to you,
I look to you
After all my strength is gone
In you I can be strong
I look to you,
I look to you
And when melodies are gone In you I hear a song
I look to you'
After the students applauded Kurt smiled softly, "thank you, Mercedes." He shook away his tears, "your voice is stunning but…I don't believe in God."
"Wait, what?" Tina asked as she was returning to her seat.
Kurt looked around the room, first to Quinn then Finn and the others, "you've all professed your beliefs, I'm just stating mine. I think God is kind of like Santa Claus for adults. Otherwise, God's kind of a jerk, isn't he?" He nodded, "I mean, he makes me gay, and then has his followers going around telling me it's something that I choose as if someone would choose to be mocked every single day of their life. And right now I don't want a heavenly father. I want my real one back."
"But Kurt, how do you know for sure?" Mercedes asked, disappointment laced in her voice, "I mean, you can't prove that there's no God."
"You can't prove that there isn't a magic teapot floating on the dark side of the moon with a dwarf inside of it that reads romance novels and shoots lighting out of its boobs, but it seems pretty unlikely, doesn't it?"
"Is God an evil dwarf?" Brittany asked.
"We shouldn't be talking like this." Quinn snapped out, "it's not right."
"I'm sorry, Quinn." Kurt sighed standing up. "But you all can believe what you want to. But I can't believe something I don't. I appreciate your thoughts…but I don't want your prayers." He explained before leaving.
"Hey, you two in my office now!" Coach Sylvester called from down the hall as Santana and Brittany exited the choir room.
"Oh, no." Brittany whispered, "she's found out about my marshmallows."
Santana looked at her a moment before they began their journey to the Coach's office. "Sit." Sue ordered as they entered the room. They quickly did as they were told.
"I need to know what's going on with that Glee Club. Brittany, Jugs the Clown, go."
"Mostly just everyone's really sad for Kurt, and no one really knows how to help." Santana answered, ignoring Sue's nickname for her.
"I made him a card that said 'Heart attacks are just from loving too much.'" Brittany said causing Santana to smile softly.
"Schuester still pushing the Lil Jeezy?" Sue asked.
"I guess so." Santana said as the woman looked out of her office window. "Although I don't really see what the big deal is. But Kurt's definitely not into it."
"He isn't?"
"No." Brittany shook her head.
"Why?"
Santana shrugged, "he says he doesn't believe in God."
"Good." Sue smiled at the looks Santana and Brittany were giving her. "See public schools aren't supposed to push religion…that's what church and private schools are for."
"Why?" Brittany asked.
"Yeah, I don't see the harm in it."
"Because," their coach started, "not everyone has the same religious beliefs, nor do they care for it, it's against school policy for teachers to press into it." She looked them up and down before saying, "now get out of my office, I can't stand the sight of you."
Without hesitation Brittany and Santana sprinted from room. "My marshmallows are safe!" Brittany cheered as they reached the hallway.
Santana smiled at her friends fist pump before she spotted Rachel standing at her locker, "hey, Britt, I'll catch you later, okay?"
"Yeah."
As Santana walked up to the short brunette she caught Rachel's eyes. "Please, Santana there's nothing wrong with my outfit today."
Santana looked her up and down before saying, "oh, God, you're so wrong."
Rachel huffed and slammed her locker shut pushing past the girl.
"No, wait!" Santana called after her, she reached out and grabbed Rachel's arm.
"I have to get to class, I don't have time for your commentary." The girl replied slipping her arm from Santana's grasp as the rest of the hallway emptied.
"That's not…" Santana sighed, "did you ask Quinn to ask Finn out?"
Rachel's eyes searched Santana's face for a brief moment before she nodded, "I did, yes." When she saw the questioning look in Santana's eyes she continued. "He's back on the football team, popular again. I wanted to be sure that he actually wanted to be with me. I wasn't sure at first who to ask, I considered you but that wouldn't have worked as easily. I know that Finn will always care for Quinn and she him so I approached her with the idea. She said yes quickly, as if to make up for all of the mean things she'd done to me."
"Oh."
Rachel's eyes wandered around Santana again before she said, "did I mess something up?" she took a step forward, "Santana, I-"
"You didn't do anything." The Latina answered, "it was all me." With that she walked toward her next class.
Santana had class with Quinn, who still looked a little upset from Kurt's outburst the day before, but she knew the blonde respected Kurt's decisions enough not to fault him for them or hold it against him. As their teacher came in and started the lesson off Santana's eyes slowly drifted away from her love, long enough to take the notes, but she couldn't keep them from returning every so often for a glance.
She ended up not understanding half of what they were learning. By the time the bell rang to release them she was completely lost. Damn Quinn and her beauty.
When she entered the choir room with Brittany they quickly took the only two available seats, one of which was beside Quinn which Brittany gladly took, Santana herself sat in the chair beside the taller blonde. They then joined the others in watching the door waiting for Mr. Schuester to come in. "So." Will started with a soft smile, "um, Finn, your request has kind of been denied."
"What do you mean?" The boy asked.
Mr. Schuester shrugged, "Kurt went to the principle with Coach Sylvester to express his feelings and we're not allowed to sing our own views about spirit or God within school anymore."
"Why?" Puck asked.
"It's just not allowed." Will told them.
"Last week we were too sexy. This week we're too religious." Tina argued, "we can't win."
"Now I know what Miley feels like." Brittany said.
"The real tragedy here is that I found the most perfect spiritual song to sing this week and now it's been torn away from me like Sophie's daughter." Rachel complained causing Santana to roll her eyes.
"Guys, you can still sing whatever songs you like that sum up your feelings about God, about spirit. You just can't do it on school time." Mr. Schuester explained.
"I hope you're happy, Kurt." Santana looked at him.
She knew it wasn't his fault, and it wasn't at all the right thing to say to him, but she was upset too.
"Having the week of my life, actually."
"Guys." Will looked at Santana, "back off Kurt , okay? He had every right to speak his mind."
"Look, Kurt," Mercedes sighed. "We're sympathetic to what you're going through but siding with Miss Sylvester isn't gonna do anyone any good."
"It's doing me some good." The boy replied, "now I don't have to sit around listening to all you mental patients talk about how there's a God when I know there isn't one."
"You don't know there isn't one." Quinn replied looking at him, "you may not believe in him, but you have no proof that he doesn't exist, just like those of us who do believe in him have no proof that his is in fact there."
Kurt looked at her for a moment before nodding silently; she had him there.
"All right, guys." Mr. Schuester said after a moment, "I'd like to get a jump start on what to do for sectionals. Does anyone have any thoughts?"
"Honestly, Mr. Schue, " Mercedes looked at him, "I don't really think any of us care that much about sectionals at the moment."
Rachel nodded, "even I agree, it's kind of been set aside."
Will sighed, "okay, fair enough…you wanna just call it a day?"
The kids silently agreed before they parted ways for the day. While Santana and Brittany leave the room last, the shorter girls eyes drift toward one of the main exits where Quinn is walking with Rachel, Finn and Mercedes. Brittany must've caught her staring because she said, "their going to the hospital to visit Kurt's dad." She told her.
Santana looked at her, "yeah?"
"It was Rachel's idea." Brittany said, "she thinks that all their different religious views might help or something."
"Oh."
"Are you okay?" Brittany wondered.
Santana's eyes floated back toward the door that was swinging shut before she said, "she's leaving me alone. She won't even look at me, she doesn't text anymore…"
"Isn't that what you asked for?" The tall blonde asked as they began the walk to their lockers.
"Yeah…but she was telling the truth."
"When?"
"When I asked her to leave me alone…I asked her after calling her a liar when she told me that she had only asked Finn out for a favor to Rachel." Santana sighed, "I talked to Rachel and she told me that Quinn was telling the truth…I messed everything up for myself."
"Santana-"
"No." She shook her head, "look, I had her back last week…and all because of some stupid misunderstanding I lost her again." She looked Brittany in the eyes, "how many chances do you expect her to give me, Britt?"
"Okay, look," Brittany told her, "you're acting like she's done nothing wrong." When Santana went to interrupt Brittany shook her head, "no, seriously Santana you can't put her on a pedestal okay, she's not perfect. Neither of you are, but I think that's why you belong together. You even each other out. You can't give up because it's destined to be."
"Brittany-"
"Seriously, you're still trying to argue your point?"
Santana sighed.
"You lost this round Sanny." The blonde closed her locker before saying, "you're gonna pick me up for the game right?"
"Yeah, of course."
"Great, so I'll see you then." Brittany pinched Santana's cheek with a smile before she skipped down the hall.
"There's no way we're winning this." Santana said shuffling her feet as she watched the other team score yet another touchdown. "We're going down…it's over." She felt eyes staring into her and turned to see Quinn's eyes look away. She smiled to herself she still cares, I didn't scare her off!
"Are you kidding me!" Coach Beiste hollered as Puck got tackled, "come on!"
Brittany hopped from one foot to another as she said, "you know that Sam kid's a pretty good quarterback."
Santana looked over to her, "and that means?" She smirked as Brittany looked at her.
"Nothing." The blonde said, "he's just a good quarterback."
"Oh no!" Quinn said stepping closer to the side line.
Santana looked away from Brittany catching the huddle in the middle of the field. "What happened?" She asked.
"For some reason Sam went the other way," Quinn muttered, "I hope he's okay."
Santana watched as Sam was set onto a stretcher and brought off the field to the ambulance. Her eyes watching as Finn took over for the rest of the game.
Mr. Schuester started Glee the next day saying, "I know things have been pretty morose around here this past week but I wanna celebrate some good news for our little family. Let's hear it for Finn, on getting back his quarterback job and leading the Titans to a win in their second game of the season."
"Yeah!" The class claps.
"Yeah, too bad that Sam kid had to have his arm basically ripped off for it to happen but it's good to have you back in the saddle, brother." Puck agreed.
Kurt stood up and joined the teacher, "Mr. Schue, if I may?"
"Yeah."
"Um, I wanted to thank everyone for your kind e-mails and queries about my dad but uh, for your information his condition remains the same. I need to express myself. So with your permission, Mr. Schue I've prepared a number for the occasion."
"Of course, Kurt." He said taking a seat.
Kurt drew in a heavy breath, "on the day of my mom's funeral when they were lowering her body into the ground, I was crying. I mean, that was it. It was the last time I was ever going to see her…and I remember I looked up at my dad and I-I just wanted him to say something-" His voice shook, "just something to make me feel like my whole world wasn't over. And he just took my hand and squeezed it. And just knowing that hose hands were there to take care of me-that was enough…this is for my dad."
'Yeah, I'll tell you something
I think you'll understand
When I'll say that something
I wanna hold your hand
I wanna hold your hand
I wanna hold your hand
Oh please, say to me
You'll let me be your man
And please, say to me
You'll let me hold your hand
Now let me hold your hand
I wanna hold your hand'
Coach Sylvester pushed them harder than normal that day. Like she was taking her anger out on them. The anger thing really wasn't any different than any other day but she was pushing them harder. Her eyes always ended up circling around Santana, Brittany and Quinn too, like she was planning some other form of torture for them. Brittany and Santana shared a look, Brittany had asked her earlier if Kurt going to Principal Figgins was their fault and Santana had flat out told her that it was. Brittany didn't exactly understand, but every look their Coach was giving them at the moment seemed to make her understand a little bit more each time.
'Oh, Life is bigger
It's bigger than you & you are not me
The lengths that I will go to
The distance in your eyes
I've said enough
That's me in the corner
That's me in the spotlight
Losing my religion
Trying to keep up with you
And I don't know if I can do it
Oh no, I've said too much
I haven't said enough
I thought that I heard you laughing
I thought that I heard you sing
I think, I thought, I saw you try
But that was just a dream
Try Cry Why Try
That was just a dream
Just a dream
Just a dream
A dream'
"I thought we couldn't sing songs about religion." Tina said as the music faded.
"Evidently, we can't sing about faith but we can sing about losing faith." Mercedes said looking to Mr. Schuester.
"That's sort of what I wanted to talk about today." Will said standing up. "Earlier in the week, Finn, it seemed like you felt differently."
"I used to think God was up there looking over me…now I'm not so sure."
"You mean you can't see him?" Brittany asked causing almost everyone to look at her. She shrugged, a smile gracing her lips, "it's just that Finn's so tall, I figured he could see through the clouds."
Santana rolled her eyes with a smirk as she caught Quinn's small laugh.
"No." Finn said, "this is real. And I'm not sure what's right with religion. It's not so clear anymore."
"Why the dramatic turnaround?" Quinn wondered.
The tallest boy shrugged, "I don't really want to get into it." As he rubbed the back of his neck Santana could swear she saw a blush in his cheeks.
"Does this have anything to do with Grilled Cheesus?" Brittany piped up.
Finn's eyes were wide a moment before he shrugged, "what's that?"
"That's what I wanna know." The tall blonde said shooting both Santana and Quinn a look.
"Look," Finn shrugged, "it's just what it is." He shared a sympathetic look with Kurt before he took his seat.
"All right," Will stood up, talking about Finn's song and faith, Santana however zoned out as Brittany motioned to her cell phone. Santana looked at her friend before grabbing her phone.
He knows what Grilled Cheesus is right?
-Britt
Santana shook her head before she answered the girl back. She had no idea why it was so important for Brittany to figure out what Grilled Cheesus was.
Probably, he did yell something about it at that football game.
-San
But I wanna know! What is it?
-Britt
I don't know.
-San
Santana ended the conversation slipping her phone back in it's place, catching the end of Mr. Schuester's speech.. "So, now I hope you all understand a little better with the whole faith thing in school."
"Not really, Mr. Schue." Mercedes told him, "I still don't think it's fair."
"Yeah." Tina nodded.
Before their teacher could say anything else to continue their conversation the bell rang causing the kids to jump from their seats and rush from the room. "Hey!" Santana half-shouted catching Quinn's arm in her hand as the blonde passed her and Brittany, on her way to Cheerio practice. Quinn gave her a questioning glance before Santana waved her hand motioning for Brittany to go without them. "Hang back a moment will you?" The shorter girl asked, pulling Quinn back into the choir room as Mr. Schuester passed them.
"You girls have a nice day." He glanced back a moment, giving them a wave.
"You too." Santana answered with Quinn, before she pulled the taller girl back to the piano and motioned for her to take a seat on the bench.
Quinn did as she was directed before she asked, "what's this about?"
"You've been giving me space." Santana told her.
"I know." Quinn watched Santana's shoulders fall, "I-I thought you'd want it."
"Why?"
Quinn shrugged, "I don't know, Santana…We're not together anymore. You said you didn't want to be my friend anymore, I just thought that space was the right thing to give you." She shrugged, "I've hurt you so many times already, and I don't want to anymore."
Santana took a small step forward before she sat on the bench beside Quinn, "I don't want space."
"I-"
"I talked to Rachel." Santana said, "turns out I'm a bitch for not believing you."
"You're not." Quinn objected and Santana shook her head.
"Q, I-"
"I'm not gonna sit here and listen to you belittle yourself, okay." Quinn took Santana's hand, "you're amazing…and I was wrong to let you go."
Santana looked toward the floor a moment before she looked into hazel eyes, "I've been thinking about that actually." She said, "I-I want to try again, and I know you do too." She smiled, squeezing Quinn's hand lightly. "Can we?"
Quinn looked toward the door a moment before she leaned forward and brushed her lips against Santana's. The Latina reached up and cupped the back of Quinn's neck pulling her closer to her.
When they finally reached the football field Coach Sylvester forced them into jogging while the rest of the squad was released for having done the routine perfectly. After jogging for an hour straight, Santana was told to take a shower while Quinn had to stay back and listen to Coach Sylvester tell her she was a bad captain and a terrible influence on the rest of the team.
Quinn didn't join her in the locker room until after she had finished her shower. As Santana was slipping on her shirt Quinn walked in muttering under her breath. Santana turned toward her with a small smile, "I'm sorry." She whispered.
Quinn looked up from where she was searching through her Cheerio bag, "what do you mean?"
"If I hadn't kept you so long after Glee, Coach wouldn't have yelled at you."
Quinn stood up with a soft smile, "don't be sorry." She then crossed over to Santana and brushed her hair away from her face, "I'm not." She ran her thumb across the Latina's cheek before she headed in to take a shower. Santana smiled to herself as she closed her locker and set off toward the parking lot.
"My father woke up yesterday." Kurt announced to the Club the next day. "And I wanna thank you all." His eyes shined as they crossed the faces of his friends, "everyone of you have been so supportive and kind with your thoughts and even your prayers." He held up the stack of sheet music that he had brought with him. "And although I'm still not sure where I stand on the whole religious factor and believing in God, I know a lot of you do," he started passing the papers out, "and that's why I've selected this song. As you can see it speaks for itself…something happened this week and it brought us all closer in it's own little way and something saved my father. Something brought him back to me, like a miracle."
"This is a beautiful song Kurt." Quinn said reading the paper.
"I thought so." The boy agreed, "so Mr. Schuester, would it be okay if we performed this song? Please?"
Will read through the words on the paper before he smiled softly, "of course."
'What if God was one of us
Just a slob like one of us
Just a stranger on the bus
Trying to make His way home
Just tryin' to make his way home
Like a holy rolling stone
Back up to Heaven all alone
Just tryin' to make his way home
Nobody callin' on the phone
'Cept for the Pope maybe in Rome'
Okay, so there we have that chapter, I hope you all enjoyed it, and I hope the story is still keeping your interest...
...Thanks so much for reading and I'd be delighted if you'd leave a review!