The Next New Directions Chapter 25 Duets Pt2, a glee fanfic

PLEASE DON'T HATE ME! I've been soooo tired and everything that I just couldn't sit at my laptop and type. And I have annoying siblings, but hey, what can I do? So this was a rush chapter. No time to do recap, my mothers shouting at me to come off the laptop now. Enjoy! :)

Una stood by her locker, getting her books ready for History when the blonde Cheerio stormed furiously towards her.

"Don't think I can't see straight through you Donnelly." snapped Hillary, slamming the locker door and staring beadily down at the shorter brunette.

"Okay, what in the name of God are you on about Hillary?" tutted Una, rolling her eyes.

"Beck. We've been dating for a while and-"

"Uh, he said you two broke up?" muttered Una.

"He talks about me? What did he say?" replied Hillary. Una chuckled.

"I forget. Anyway, what would that have to do with me?" she smirked. Hillary's hopeful face disappeared and a look of disgust returned.

"I mean if I hear you so much as smile at him I'll creep up on you in the middle of the night, scoop your eyeballs out with a teaspoon and peel your skin off with a carving knife." whispered Hillary darkly. Una looked at her for a few seconds before snorting loudly and laughing in the girls face.

"Oh Christ Hillary, you should be on stage..." she laughed.

"History class?" snapped Hillary, nodding at the books in Una's arms.

"Uh... Yeah. Why?" she asked. Hillary raised her eyebrows.

"With Beck?" she questioned.

"Yes. Now will you answer me why that seems to be a problem?" shrugged Una.

"You remember what I said Bambi. And watch your mouth, I don't like your tone." hissed Hillary. Una smirked.

"I don't like your's either." she replied. Hillary glared down at her in disgust.

"Yeah, but when did anyone care what a gleek club member thought?" she snapped. Una smirked again.

"You might think we all worship you Hillary. And on paper, that's what it would seem. But in our heads we all know you're an absolute toolbox." she grinned, turning on her heel and walking off before Hillary even attempted to hit her. She sat in her usual seat next to the cause of all her problems.

"Hiya." greeted Beck, not with his usual smile.

"What's wrong?" asked Una. He sighed and handed her a slip of paper. She opened it and gawked before turning to look at him.

"I know I should have told you-"

"Too right! 35%, Drama? What did Jefferson say?" she replied, glancing over the paper.

"She's furious. And says I'll be lucky if I stay another week in here." he sighed. Una tutted and threw the sheet back at him.

"Why didn't you tell me she was giving you and just you a test?" she asked. He shrugged.

"You were too busy with your drama with Flynn." he mumbled. She sighed.

"And now I have to suck up to her to let you stay." she muttered.

"No you don't-"

"Yes I do! Otherwise I've failed to help you with your History. And I swear Beck, you better tell me next time or there'll be trouble." she snapped, opening her book.

"I'm sorry." he mumbled.

"Don't start with that. And I've had enough of your Hillary today to push me completely over the edge." she muttered. He narrowed his eyes.

"My Hillary? She's not mine anyway." he chuckled. She rolled her eyes.

"Well tell her that. Before she scoops my eyeballs out with a teaspoon and peels my skin off with a carving knife. Her words, not mine." replied Una.

"She didn't say that..." he tutted.

"And who are you gonna believe? Me or her?"

"You obviously, but she's not smart enough to know all those words." he smirked.

"Well she's obviously not been letting on how bright she truly is." nodded Una quietly, before Jefferson stormed through the door.

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Flynn watched Bella pace the stage in the auditorium, deep in thought, him sitting in the front row glancing over the list of songs she'd made.

"I like the Foster The People idea," he shrugged. She didn't respond, lost in thought. He sighed. "What's up?"

She looked up and then gulped. "Oh, just Brian and stuff."

"And stuff?" he smirked. She chuckled.

"Oh life! And how about you and Una?" she replied, sitting on the edge of the stage and swinging her legs off of it. He shrugged.

"We're done. I lost her." he mumbled. She nodded, not wanting to upset him.

"So you like the Foster the People idea?" she smiled. He nodded as she jumped down off the stage.

"Yeah, it's a cool song. Hey, are you sure you're okay?" he replied, patting her shoulder. She nodded.

"Yeah, I'm fine. I will be, when I clear my head." she nodded quietly.

"Because we're both sort of in the same boat. If you ever need to talk, I've got a ready pair of clúas for you." he grinned. She giggled.

"Clúas? What does that mean?" she smiled.

"Ears in Irish. Sorry, I'm used to talking to Una like this, it's a habit at this stage." he chuckled, as she sat next to him.

"Well I think it's cute. And I've learned my first Irish word, eh?" she beamed. He smiled and nodded.

"You must have a taste for languages." he smirked, standing up.

"I must. Hey, d'you think you could teach me some more Irish sometime?" she smiled. He chuckled.

"I'm sure I could find the time to teach you a cúpla focail Gaeilge eile." he smirked. She giggled as they made their way up on stage to rehearse.

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Kyle was going to tell him. He was going to tell Daniel how he felt and confront him about Cristian.

Or would he wait until tomorrow?

No. He had to do it today, or he knew he never would. He stormed up to room 15, where he had heard the boy was. As he entered the room and opened his mouth to speak. Daniel wasn't alone. Oh no. He had the whole Brady Bunch with him, Cristian and Mary.

"Hey." smiled Daniel. Mary smiled faintly at Kyle before turning back to the magazine she was reading. It appeared that they had been doing their duets project and Cristian had ended up visiting. Did Dalton even have school? Or did they just walk around in the uniform and not do lessons at all?

"Hey." replied Kyle, sitting opposite him.

"How is your duet with Tina going?" asked Daniel, absentmindedly, glancing over revision sheets for a test.

"Good, she's pretty easy going about it all. How about you two?" replied Kyle.

"Good. No distractions at all." snapped Mary sarcastically from the corner, making Kyle chuckle silently.

"And what are you doing?" he asked.

"Gaga." replied Cristian. Kyle glared at him.

"I meant Daniel and Mary." he snapped.

"Yeah. They're doing Gaga." replied Cristian, rolling his eyes. Kyle tutted quietly and then sighed.

"Me and Tina are doing Train." he shrugged.

"Cool, it'll sound awesome." smiled Mary. Daniel looked up.

"You said you wanted to talk to me about something?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. Kyle gulped and took a deep breath as 3 sets of eyes fell on him.

"Uh... I... I forgot what it was." he stuttered, lying as if trying to kid himself more than anyone.

"Dozy head huh?" smirked Daniel as Kyle jumped up, going for the door. Kyle turned.

"Yeah. Must be." he sighed, opening the door and leaving, mentally stabbing himself for being a coward.

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Lily and Brian sat in the choir room, looking over duet ideas. Brian sat by the drums as Lily paced the room. It appeared that she was trying her best not to have unnecessary chat with him.

"I have a song, but I'm not sure you're gonna like it." mumbled Brian, looking over the lyrics.

"Why? What is it?" she asked. He handed her the sheet and she looked over the lyrics. She seemed to read them several times before nodding.

"It's perfect for both of us, huh?" he smiled. She nodded again.

"You miss her." she mumbled.

"You miss him." he replied quietly. She sighed and pulled a chair over to the drums.

"Let's do this then. You're right, it is perfect." she smiled. He grinned and took another copy of the lyrics.

"You're sure you're okay with it?" he repeated. She nodded.

"Oh and Brian?"

"Yeah?"

"I'm sorry for ignoring you. And blaming you. It's as much her fault as yours." she shrugged. He smiled.

"No problem. I just hope I can work this all out." he sighed.

"You will. You both will." smiled Lily.

"And so will you and Rory." he beamed. Her smiled faltered.

"I hope so. I really, really hope so."

I wanted you to know I love the way you laugh
I wanna hold you high and steal your pain away
I keep your photograph, I know it serves me well
I wanna hold you high and steal your pain

Brian started the song, trying hard not to stare at Bella as he sung. He gulped every now and then as he stared at the floor instead.

'Cause I'm broken when I'm lonesome
And I don't feel right when you're gone away

Lily joined in with him for the chorus and she tried too not to stare at the person she was supposed to be singing to.

You're gone away
You don't feel me here anymore

Brian continued and then Lily took over:

The worst is over now and we can breathe again
I wanna hold you high, you steal my pain away
There's so much left to learn, and no one left to fight
I wanna hold you high and steal your pain

They sung together again:

'Cause I'm broken when I'm open
And I don't feel like I am strong enough
'Cause I'm broken when I'm lonesome
And I don't feel right when you're gone away

You're gone away
You don't feel me here anymore

The glee club clapped as Bella and Rory shifted uncomfortably in their seats.

"That was great you guys! I'm so glad you used a song that's 10 years old, I feel old!" chuckled Will. The others laughed.

"Mr Schue? Me and Mollie are ready if that's okay?" smiled Blaine.

"Yeah, sure go ahead guys!"

"I'd like to say that Mollie, you were totally awesome to work with and I've had a great time this week." beamed Blaine. Mollie blushed.

"You're not too bad yourself HairGel Pen." she smirked, as the music started.

Blaine started the song:

I never cared too much for love
It was all a bunch of mush that I just did not want
Paid was the issue of the day
If a girlfriend's got some game
Couldn't be more fly, gettin paid was everything
But I'm not every girl and I don't need that world to validate me
Cuz shorty's got a job, shorty's got a car, shorty can pay her own rent
Don't wanna dance if it is not in my heart

Mollie joined in with him for the chorus:

MOST GIRLS want a man with the bling bling
Got my own thing, got the ching ching
I just want real love
MOST GIRLS want a man with the mean green
Don't wanna dance if he can't be everything that I dream of
A man that understands real love

Mollie continued with the second verse:

I was a girl about the floss
It was all about the cost, how much he spent on me
Seek, for a man who's got the means
To be givin you diamond rings
It's what every fly girl could want or even dream
But I'm not every girl and I don't need no G to take care of me
Cuz shorty's got a job, shorty's got a car, shorty can pay her own rent
Don't wanna dance if it is not in my heart, no no

Blaine and Mollie sung together for the chorus, smirking at each other:

Mollie continued:

But I'm not every girl
And I don't need no G to take care of me, no
Cuz shorty's got a job, shorty's got a car, shorty can pay her own rent
Don't wanna dance if it is not in my heart, oh most girls

Both finished the song:

Cuz I'm not most girls, don't wanna dance if he can't be everything
I, I just want real love, said I gotta have real love
Everything that, can you be everything that I dream of

The club clapped again as the bell went.

"Blaine, Mollie, well done! Guys 7 more duets to cover, make sure it's good!" called Will as they filed out of the room and off to class.

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Stephanie sat in English, daydreaming as she felt a paperball fly at the back of her head. She picked it up and opened it.

Are you seriously going to Breadsticks with Faith and her parents? M.

Faith sighed and scribbled a note back to her twin, throwing it behind her when Wallis wasn't looking.

Yes. Got a problem bitch sis? S

She wasn't surprised she got no reply from her twin. After class Mollie stormed up to her.

"We need to talk. Now." she snapped. Stephanie narrowed her eyes and followed her out of the room. Mollie continued to walk until they reached the now quiet bleachers, since lunch had begun.

"Yes?" began Stephanie.

"We're told old to be acting like 2 year olds." she sighed. Stephanie shrugged.

"What are you trying to say?" she asked.

"I'm sorry. Okay? I'm sorry for hating you for no reason, for biting at you, for being a bitch to you. For everything I've ever done to you." rambled Mollie, plunking down on the bench and resting her head in her hands, her shoulders moving in the unmistakable motion of weeping. Stephanie wasn't quite sure why she did it, but she sat next to her red head twin and took her into her arms, and hugged her. She was surprised when Mollie wrapped her arms around her and wept into her shoulder. It felt strange. It felt, nice? It felt normal.

"I'm sorry too Dollie. For everything." whispered Stephanie, stroking her twins hair and sighing. Why hadn't they done this before? When they needed each other most, after their dad died? Stephanie sighed as Mollie sat up.

"I can't believe we just did that." she laughed waterly. Stephanie snorted and nodded.

"Seriously though Mol. I am sorry." she whispered. Mollie nodded.

"Me too." she grinned.

"Glee club was the best thing that ever happened to us, huh?" smiled Stephanie.

"Definitely. Now, my stomach is going to let out the dying whale noise. Let's get lunch." beamed Mollie, taking her twins hand as they walked back to the cafeteria.

While the glee club noticed the much more civil exchange between the twins, they decided against asking about it.

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After lunch, Flynn sighed and walked to Beck's locker.

"Hey." he greeted quietly. Beck looked at him curiously. Although the boys bruises and cuts had faded, the marks were still present.

"Hi?" he replied, taking a book out of his locker.

"I just came to say congratulations." shrugged Flynn. Beck raised his eyebrows.

"What do you mean?" he asked.

"You win. I give up. I don't wanna fight you anymore." mumbled Flynn. Beck nodded.

"Oh. That." he muttered, closing the locker door.

"Just, do me a fvaour, okay? Don't break her heart. There's more to her than you think." sighed Flynn. Beck smiled.

"I can't break a heart I don't have." he shrugged. Flynn smirked.

"You will. If you set your mind to it." he answered. Beck chuckled.

"I miss the Fleck bromance." he smiled. Flynn laughed.

"So do I..."

"You should be a priest. Then you'll have no more trouble with girls." smirked Beck as the two walked up the hall.

"And what about you Dr Phil?" grinned Flynn.

"I seem to enjoy the drama more. Hence the nickname?"

"Ah g'wan! Go and learn something, you might manage to impress her enough for her to look at you seriously." laughed Flynn, smacking him over the head. Beck laughed and smacked him back before strolling into room 12, happier than before at least.

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Robert's got a quick hand.
He'll look around the room, he won't tell you his plan.
He's got a rolled cigarette, hanging out his mouth, he's a cowboy kid.
Yeah, he found a six shooter gun.
In his dad's closet hidden with a box of fun things, and I don't even know what.
But he's coming for you, yeah he's coming for you.

Flynn began the song, tapping his foot. Bella joined in for the chorus.

All the other kids with the pumped up kicks you better run, better run, outrun my gun.
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks you better run, better run, faster than my bullet.

Bella sang the second verse alone.

Daddy works a long day.
He'll be coming home late, he's coming home late.
And he's bringing me a surprise.
'Cause dinner's in the kitchen and it's packed in ice.
I've waited for a long time.
Yeah the sleight of my hand is now a quick-pull trigger,
I reason with my cigarette,
And say, "Your hair's on fire, you must have lost your wits, yeah."

They both sang the rest of the song together.

All the other kids with the pumped up kicks you better run, better run, outrun my gun.
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks you better run, better run, faster than my bullet.

The glee club clapped as they sat down again, some noticing that Bella chose to sat beside Brian on that Thursday morning.

"Anyone wanna follow that?" smirked Will. Beck and Una raised their arms as Hillary watched on in disgust. With this song choice, Beck had picked it with annoying the Cheerio in his mind. He began the song.

Say, Say, Say What You Want,
But Don't Play Games With My Affection.
Take, Take, Take What You Need,
But Don't Leave Me With No Direction.

Una continued the verse.

All Alone, I Sit Home By The Phone,
Waiting For You, Baby.
Through The Years,
How Can You Stand To Hear,
My Pleading For You Dear?
You Know I'm Crying Ooh Ooh Ooh Ooh.

Beck continued then.

Go, Go, Go Where You Want,
But Don't Leave Me Here Forever.
You, You, You Stay Away,
So Long Girl, I See You Never.

Una took over.

What Can I Do
Boy To Get Through To You?
Cause I Love You Baby.
Standing Here, Baptisted In All My Tears,
Baby Through The Years,
You Know I'm Crying Ooh Ooh Ooh Ooh.

Beck continued.

You Never Worry,
And You Never Shed A Tear.
You Saying That My Love Ain't Real,
Just Look At My Face,
These Tears Ain't Drying

You, You, You Can Never Say,
That I'm Not The One Who Really Loves You.
I Pray, Pray, Pray Every Day
That You'll See Things, Girl Like I Do.

Una finished.

What Can I Do Boy, To Get Through To You? Cause I Love You Baby.
Standing Here Baptised In All My Tears, Baby Through The Years,
You Know I'm Crying, Ooh Ooh Ooh Ooh Ooh

No one expected what happened next. While the rest of the club clapped, Hillary jumped up, stormed towards them and gave Una the most almighty slap straight across her face.

OOOOOH! Jealous Hillary! Songs were:

Lily and Brian: Seether-Broken.

Mollie and Blaine: P!nk-Most Girls.

Bella and Flynn: Foster the People- Pumped Up Kicks.

Una and Beck: Say Say Say- Paul McCartney and Michael Jackson.

So I need more ideas! Next chapter before Sunday probably!

Totally Awesome.

So The Drama.