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As long as you're mine - Wicked

By the way, I did make a mistake in the previous chapter. It has been edited, but if you read it early on you may have gotten some wrong information. I'm very sorry!

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As November rolled in with cool winds and grey skies, the members of McKinley High's Glee club suddenly realised how ambitious they had been when choosing to perform a musical. Not only did they need to actually rehearse the material, they also needed sets, costumes and props. Iris Phan in particular was realising that perhaps doing a musical in little over a month, was a recipe for disaster.

"We are a week into rehearsals people, I need you off-book!"

"Stella, I need those sketches! We actually need to make the costumes too!"

"Please tell me you found good green body paint? I literally don't even care if it's toxic."

"You can't sew? Find someone who can and get to work!"

The first few rehearsals Iris' stressed outbursts were effective. By the start of their second week of rehearsals it had already started to grow old.

"You know, Iris," Everett approached the short girl cautiously. He had told himself that he wouldn't get very involved in the musical, only stepping in when asked. Seeing the stress that Iris was under though, he couldn't help but try to make it easier on her. That, and he had a feeling that if she continued to boss everyone around this much, someone would end up quitting Glee and he could not afford to lose any members. "Maybe we should bring in some more help?"

"What do you mean 'more help'? I can do this, I promise," Iris' voice was rising in pitch and Everett was reminded of his sister. Always determined to defy expectations.

"I know, I just meant getting some more help to make the sets and costumes and things," Everett tried to give Iris a reassuring smile. Judging by her expression, it wasn't helpful. "Like, we can ask the parents to come in one night and help out."

"Oh," Iris' shoulders lowered and her expression was less panicked. "That's not actually a bad idea."

Having convinced Iris to let the parents help out, Everett felt pleased with himself and was sure that he had relieved some of Iris' stress and that she would be a little gentler on the other members of the production.

"No, Frank, you don't stutter until the next scene! Get it together!"

Maybe he was wrong.

"Stella, can we talk?" Brielle approached the cheerleader after rehearsal, careful not to touch her. Part of Stella wanted to run away and another wanted to throw her arms around Brielle's neck and kiss her. Luckily Stella had some self-control and managed to just nod.

"I just wanted to clear the air about this weekend," Brielle said, closing the door to the classroom behind them and sitting down on one of the desks. Stella's mouth went dry and she sat down on a chair one desk over from Brielle, trying to keep distance between them. When Stella woke up on Saturday she had been shocked to find Brielle in bed next to her. The shock was soon replaced with a warm, jittery feeling and she felt dizzy. Brielle was soft and warm, and Stella had to fight back the urge to wake her with tender kisses on the neck. She hadn't dared to move, and when Brielle stirred she pretended to be asleep and waited to see what the other girl would do. Brielle didn't wake her, but left quietly. "Did it clear anything up for you?"

"What do you mean?" Stella was too lost in the memory to fully comprehend what Brielle was asking. Brielle knit her brow and seemed to start a sentence multiple times before speaking.

"You seemed confused," Brielle finally said, and Stella caught on. The blonde looked down at her hands, trying not to let her face give anything away. "Did what we did help you figure anything out?"

"Oh," Stella said simply, trying to figure out how to tell the other girl that it had in fact cleared everything up for her very nicely. "Uhm, yes, I suppose it did."

"And?"

"And, uhm-"

"Never mind, you don't have to tell me," Brielle waved a hand at Stella and got up quickly.

"No, no," Stella got up too, grabbing Brielle's wrist to keep her there. Stella's heart stopped the moment she touched the other girl. She half-expected Brielle to tear her wrist free and storm out, but Brielle stayed. Brielle's warm brown eyes were so open and reassuring that Stella had to look away. The eyes felt too intimate. "I liked what we did."

"I did too," Brielle said, gently removing her wrist from Stella's grip and moving it to stroke her arm softly instead. The touch sent shivers down Stella's spine. She remembered what Brielle's hands felt like on the rest of her body, it was all she had been able to think about since the party. "But I just thought you should know that I'm not emotionally available right now."

"Oh, I wasn't thinking that we would-," Stella said, quickly looking away from Brielle and folding her arms over her chest. Brielle's words felt like ice-cold water being poured over her.

"I just meant if you were," Brielle said quickly.

"I wasn't," Stella replied curtly, focusing on her breathing. Putting on a fake smile she looked back at Brielle, willing herself to ignore the ice in her veins and the beating in her chest. She was glad she folded her arms because she could feel her hands shaking.

"Okay, cool," Brielle said, letting out a deep breath and smiling. A burden had clearly been lifted from her shoulders. She let the words hang in the air for a while and Stella wondered if she should say something, or leave, but she found she couldn't move. "But seeing that you and I clearly have off-the-charts-chemistry, would you mind rehearsing a scene with me? Bai and I aren't really nailing it, so we're trying it with other people to see if that'll make it more organic."

"Oh, I'd love to help," Stella said, cursing her own helpful nature. Somehow playing a love scene with a one-night-stand who clearly wasn't interested in her, was the sort of thing she didn't know to say no to. "But what's the issue?"

"We just don't have that 'I wanna rip your clothes off'-dynamic," Brielle said, giving an exaggerated shrug.

"Is it because he's too short?"

"Yes, finally someone gets it!" Brielle laughed and Stella felt the ice in her veins melt again.

As soon as the parents arrived that Friday afternoon, Iris realised their mistake. While they did need help with just about everything, they hadn't considered that some of the parents would hurt more than help.

In theory having two wedding dress designers help with costumes sounded like a dream come true. In reality, Crystal Foster and Caroline Barrington were rivals. In business they competed for the same costumers, the brides-to-be of Lima, Ohio. At the moment the two women were bent over the sketches for the costumes that Stella had done, both pursing their lips and suggesting improvements and how best to make them. With each suggestion the tension grew between them, and Stella, sitting between them, looked helplessly caught between a rock and a hard place.

Katrina was nowhere to be seen and the three guys from woodshop who had volunteered to make the set pieces, kept disagreeing on where they had put the various pieces that were ready to be painted.

A plump woman with amazing curls kept glaring at a short man in a suit who made sure to always be on the opposite side of the room from her. Judging by the way Arcelia kept going between them and whispering heatedly with each of them, Iris guessed they were her parents.

Iris also spotted her own mother roll her eyes every time Franklin Foster Sr. opened his mouth.

While most parents were standing around aimlessly waiting for someone to tell them what to do, the few who were actually trying to work kept disagreeing on what to do. It was absolute chaos and Iris found she had no idea of how to fix it.

That was when an actual angel stepped in.

"You're Iris Phan? You're in charge?" An Asian woman about Iris' mother's height stepped up to her. Despite their similar height, this woman was Jessica's opposite in every way. She was incredibly elegant, and seemed in complete control of herself, far from Iris' spastic and free-spirited mother.

"Yes," Iris stuttered, forgetting her panic.

"I'm Helena Aria, Hazel's mother," the woman smiled politely and Iris could see the family resemblance. "What do you need us to do?"

Listing all the things she needed done in one shaky breath, Iris was shocked when Helena repeated it all back to her with complete calm.

"We need to paint the set pieces that are made, put up the cornfield, agree on costumes, take measurements of all the actors and assemble the dragon," Helena said quickly. "Did I leave anything out?"

"No, that's everything," Iris answered.

"Wonderful," Helena gave Iris another smile before turning and addressing the room. "May I have everyone's attention, please?"

Quickly dealing out assignments to everyone in the room, Helena managed to have everyone working within three minutes. Iris had never been so impressed by anyone all her life.

"I just found who I want to be when I grow up," Iris said to no one in particular, following Helena with her eyes.

"Hey, Brielle," Jessica Phan plopped down next to Brielle in front of one of the clockwork set pieces with an opened can of paint. With her hair in a messy bun and dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, she looked barely older than the students. "Hit me with the who's who. Iris told me not to embarrass her so I gotta know who does what."

"Of course she did," Brielle rolled her eyes fondly and repositioned herself so she had a better view of everyone in the room. Knowing Jessica, Brielle knew that her quick run through would soon turn into a game of assumptions, where Jessica would make more or less unfounded, usually ridiculous assumptions about everyone.

"That's Kalyani, she plays Chistery, the monkey," Brielle pointed to Kalyani who was busy shoving artificial cornstalks into dry foam. "She's a gymnast so she's ridiculously flexible."

"Strict parents, over-achiever and an only child," Jessica said with complete confidence.

"Actually, I think that's her sister," Brielle nodded toward a woman in a floral dress who was also shoving cornstalks into blocks of dry foam. Aside from their similar colouring and hairtexture, the two looked very little alike. Kalyani's sister was statuesque and dressed like she was ready for Sunday brunch with Kate Middleton, while Kalyani looked like she just got back from the gym.

"Okay, new plan," Jessica shook her head. "Youngest of too many, all girls, so she never got enough attention from previously mentioned strict parents."

"Shouldn't we hire someone to do this?" A handsome man in a suit pointed out, gesturing towards the myriad of unpainted set pieces littered across the stage. "I don't know about the rest of you, but, I'm not a painter."

"I second that," another man in a suit agreed. He had his sleeves rolled all the way up to his elbows and was standing as far away from the set piece as he possibly could while still painting it. His comment earned him an exaggerated eye roll from a beautiful, plump woman.

"Come on, Antonio, you're just scared of getting paint on your fancy shoes," she said, waving her paintbrush in his direction to prove a point.

"Mom," Celia hissed, hurrying over and flashing the woman a dangerous look. "You promised to behave."

Waving her daughter away, the woman returned to painting her own set piece.

"That's Celia, she plays my mother and she's in charge of choreography," Brielle nodded towards the latina, who slunk away to where Emilia was spay painting a giant circle. "I'm guessing that's her mom and-"

"They had a hot, passionate affair," Jessica was off and running. "Their families never approved, but they defied them. Then it went down in flames, they had the messiest divorce. Someone cheated, possibly both."

"With the other's best friend," Brielle added, smiling mischievously.

"Tragic," Jessica sighed, dramatically putting her hand to her forehead, splattering paint. "Okay, now who's blondie over there?"

"That's Emilia," Brielle said, losing interest in the game. "She plays Glinda."

"That's all you got for me?" Jessica asked incredulously. "No drama?"

"She's a cheerleader," Brielle shrugged, hoping to change the subject. "She used to date the guy who plays Fiyero?"

"Oh yeah, cute guy with the tight pants. Which one is he?"

"Uhm, he's around here somewhere," Brielle twisted her back trying to find Tobias. She found him with a group of other guys, all circling a giant metal creature, trying to attach the pieces of it. The oldest of the men held some instructions, but the look on his face made it clear that they were not helping. Brielle pointed over to him when she finally spotted him. "There he is. His name's Tobias, but everyone calls him Bai."

"Is that a euphemism?"

"Not that I know," Brielle shrugged. "He's the one who stopped those guys from slushying Iris that one time."

"Oh, really?" Jessica made an impressed face in Bai's direction. As per the older man's instruction Tobias and a man slightly taller than him were holding what appeared to be a wing while Dakota tried fastening it to the body of the creature. "Who's the other guy holding the thing?"

"I don't know actually," Brielle admitted, shrugging. The man sort of resembled the Brawny Man, but Brielle couldn't see any striking resemblance to any of the members for the Glee club. "Bai's dad, maybe?"

"Well, maybe I should go find out," Jessica said, already getting to her feet. "I mean, we have to thank our hero."

Brielle had to laugh at Jessica, but also admire her boldness, as she made her way over to the group of men. Brielle couldn't hear what they were saying, but judging by the embarrassed face Tobias made and the pat on the back he got from the man Brielle was now pretty sure was his father, she guessed Jessica had greatly exaggerated the event. Judging by Bai's dad's smile, he was charmed.

Suddenly Iris appeared at Brielle side, grabbing her arm and pulling her away.

"Oh, Emilia, I didn't know you were in the musical too?" An African American woman in a very fashionable pantsuit approached Emilia as she was spray painting her bubble silver.

"I am," Emilia smiled tightly, pausing her painting for a moment. "I play Glinda."

"Good role for you, congratulations!" The woman smiled, touching Emilia's arm. Emilia saw Celia glance over at them from the corner of her, and hoped she didn't think too much about the interaction.

"Is that why we haven't seen you around lately? You're too busy?"

"Something like that," Emilia forced her faltering smile to stay in place.

"Well, don't be a stranger, all right?" The woman left, and Emilia breathed a little easier.

"Who was that?" Celia asked, watching her head over to Everett.

"She's Brielle's mom," Emilia said, trying to make her tone light.

"Your tutor's mom thinks you're friends? That's sad," Celia commented, pursing her lips. Emilia glanced over her shoulder at Brielle who was being pulled to her feet by Iris. Shrugging she returned to painting.

"I'm just so frustrated, nothing is going right!" Iris groaned as she burst into the bathroom with Brielle following. "It's like the universe is against me!"

"There, there," Brielle said, trying to repress a smile at her friend's overly dramatic nature. "What happened?"

"Caroline and Crystal can't agree on what fabrics to use," Iris said, leaning over the sink with her head in her hands. "Crystal keeps saying one fabric is better, but Caroline thinks it's too expensive and Stella isn't making any decisions, and I don't know anything about fabrics!"

"They'll figure it out, just give them some time," Brielle answered, rubbing Iris' back. "Everyone is trying their best."

"No, they're not," Iris protested, rubbing her temples. "I know what all of you can do, and what's going on out there is really not your best."

"I don't know how to take that, but okay," Brielle crossed her arms and leaned her back against the sink. She was getting used to Iris' bathroom meltdowns at this point, as she had one just about every rehearsal. "How about this, you just focus on directing us, Katrina is handling the set, Jackson has the music,-"

"Where even is Katrina?" Iris turned to her friend in frustration. "She was supposed to be here half an hour ago, and where's her family? Everyone's parents are supposed to be here!"

"Who cares where Katrina is?"

"I care! I need her here, she's in charge of the set!"

"Iris, you're overreacting," Brielle said slowly, keeping her tone even. While Iris' knack for imagining worst-case-scenarios was handy when they were packing or planning something, it was not ideal in stressful situations. "Maybe her parents got off work late, so they're running behind a little. I'm sure they'll be here."

"Then she should have told me, that's in the contract!" Brielle barely resisted the urge to roll her eyes. Iris had made everyone sign a contract when they joined the production, stating among other things that they would always let Iris know a minimum of two business days prior if they couldn't make it to rehearsal. "And have you ever met her parents? We don't know them, do we even know if she has parents?"

"Iris, calm down," Brielle couldn't help but laugh at her friend. Gently grabbing Iris by the shoulders and forcing her to join in a deep breath, Brielle held her short friend in place. "It is all going to be fine. Have you even looked at what's going on in there? Everyone is working, we don't need Katrina to say what pieces go where, we have the sketches. You just have to focus on directing and I'll focus on giving you the best performance of my life."

"You better, because right now you suck," Iris said with a straight face.

"Excuse me?"

"Fine, you don't suck, but you and Bai really have to work on 'As long as you're mine'. You're supposed to be in love, but you look like you'd rather kiss a dead fish."

"I mean you're not wrong," Brielle replied, flashing a cheeky smile at Iris, who didn't laugh. "And we are working on it. I'm rehearsing with Stella tomorrow, and I think Bai is working with Kalyani."

"Good," Iris sighed, letting her shoulders drop and turning to look at herself in the mirror. "I just really need this to be good."

"I know," Brielle wrapped her arms around her friend, giving her a tight squeeze. "And it will be, you just have to trust it."

"And get back to work."

"And get back to work," Brielle agreed, taking Iris by the arm and escorting her out of the bathroom. Neither heard one of the toilets flush as they left.

"Hazel, would you find another measurement sheet, please?" Helena asked her daughter in Mandarin when she returned after going to get the next actor on their list. Tobias followed into the classroom where they had set up camp to take measurements away from all the noise. Hazel had never seen such a mismatched pair. Her mother was 5 feet 3 inches of refined femininity, sophisticated from the top of her coiffed hair to the tips of her manicured fingers, through her silk blouse and down to her black pumps. Tobias was just over 6 feet of messy boyhood.

"Yes, Ma," Hazel replied, putting down the paper she held and searching the teacher's desk for one of the sheets she had prepared for measurements. Finding only the ones she had already filled in, Hazel cursed herself for not making neat piles when they first started out.

"Aiyaa, girl, it's right there!" Helena grabbed a sheet of paper and held it up Hazel, who felt her cheeks go a few shades pinker. Grabbing the sheet and sitting down behind the desk Hazel filled in Tobias' name and role.

"What language is that?" Tobias asked, looking between Hazel and her mother.

"It's Mandarin," her mother replied, straightening up and smiling at him.

"Wow, Hazel, I didn't know you speak Mandarin!" Tobias beamed at her. Hazel was pretty sure he had never said that many words to her before. "That's so cool!"

"I guess," Hazel shrugged, but smiled, letting herself take pride in her ability.

"Yes, it is 'so cool'," Helena smiled, both proud and amused, grabbing some measuring tape and stepping behind Tobias to take his measurements. "Do you speak any other languages?"

Helena asked casually, but Hazel knew her mother better than that. Coming from anyone else Hazel would assume the question was asked simply out of curiosity, but knowing her mother Hazel knew Helena was only looking for an excuse to speak a language other than English. It wasn't that Helena didn't like speaking English, she had no issue with it, she even married an Englishman. But it was rare for her to get to speak any other languages with someone who wasn't Hazel. So every time Helena met someone who might speak another language she spoke, she needed to suss out if they actually spoke that language. Naturally she would find some way to slip it into the conversation without arousing suspicion. She was a well-mannered woman after all.

"Nope, just English," Tobias shrugged, holding out an arm so Helena could measure the length of it. Helena's face fell for a moment, and she furrowed her brows, glancing discreetly over at Tobias. Hazel could see the wheels turning in her mother's head.

"Didn't your mom ever teach you any of her language?"

"My mom?"

"Yes, weren't those your parents out there, flirting like newlyweds?" Helena chuckled a little, inviting Tobias into the joke. Hazel could be slyly charismatic, and she knew exactly where she got it from. Tobias didn't seem to get the joke though, and Hazel worried that her mother had really stepped in it.

"Uhm, no," he said, lowering his arm and making a face. "I mean, that's my dad, but I'm pretty sure that's Iris' mom."

"Oh, I'm sorry, seeing you with them I just assumed," Helena's smile faded, and she furrowed her brow again. "Clearly I was mistaken."

Bai just shrugged, but seemed clearly uncomfortable. It didn't help that Helena had him squatting so she could measure his shoulders. Helena, who was standing behind him, clearly couldn't see the tense set of his jaw or that he had his eyes fixed on the floor.

"Is she here today, your mother?"

"Uhm, no, she's not," Tobias answered slowly and Hazel wished her mother would notice his discomfort and let him be. Unfortunately Helena was too busy tracking down a potential language partner to consider Tobias' feelings.

"Where is she from? Would I know her?"

"You probably wouldn't, but I'm pretty sure she's from Malaysia," Tobias said, biting his lip. Hazel didn't need to see her mother's face to know the puzzled look she had, and she knew she probably looked just as confused. "She hasn't really been around, ever."

"Oh, I'm sorry," Helena's face dropped, and she gently touched Tobias' arm. He just shrugged again, and avoided meeting Helena's eyes. "It is a shame no one ever taught you your mother tongue."

The tension in the room was palpable, as Helena took some more of Tobias' measurements and he stared at the floor. Hazel noted the numbers as her mother measured them, but except for Hazel's pen against the paper and Helena's one word instructions, they were silent. Hazel tried to not look at Tobias, and hoped they would be done soon. When Helena was about to measure the length from his shoulder to his ankles, she found that the measuring tape was too short. Excusing herself to go get a longer measuring tape, Helena left Hazel and Tobias alone. He sat down on one of the desks opposite Hazel and crossed his arms, and staring out the window. For a long moment Hazel didn't know what to say.

"Sorry about my mom," Hazel said after a few minutes just to break the tension. "She gets a little too excited whenever she meets other Chinese people."

"It's okay," Tobias answered, shrugging again. Shrugging seemed to be his go-to response to uncomfortable situations. "I'm pretty bad at being Chinese."

"I don't think being Chinese is something you can be bad at," Hazel smiled softly at him, feeling some of the tension ease.

"I work at Panda Express," Tobias answered and Hazel scrunched up her face before she could stop herself.

"Okay, maybe you are bad at being Chinese," she said, and he laughed. She smiled too, glad to be rid of some more of the tension in the room. They settled into a more comfortable silence, and Tobias uncrossed his arms. "I'm sorry about your mom too."

"It's all right," he said, looking back out the window. "It's kind of always been just me and my dad."

Hazel nodded, studying him. She had never known they had anything in common, his world had always seemed very far removed from her own reality. It wasn't like football players lined up to talk to reporters for the school newspaper.

"I could teach you, you know?"

"What?"

"I could teach you," Hazel repeated, shrugging and smiling more brightly at him. "About Chinese culture, and I could teach you some Mandarin. If you want me to?"

"You don't have to, it's okay," he shook his head and waved the suggestion away, but Hazel saw a flicker of interest in his eyes.

"No, I want to," she insisted, leaning towards him slightly and smiling mischievously. "And I can show what actual Chinese food is like, but no offence, the food in Singapore is way better."

"You sure about that?"

"I grew up there, I would know," Hazel giggled, feeling like she had captured his interest.

"You know what, Hazel? You're on," Tobias smiled at her, and Hazel beamed back proudly. She hadn't expected to offer to teach a football player about Chinese culture, but seeing Tobias' easy smile after he had looked so tense, made her feel like she had made the right decision.

"So, my room isn't ideal, but we're mostly on the floor anyway," Brielle shrugged as she led Stella into her bedroom Saturday afternoon. Brielle's bedroom was exactly as Stella had imagined it, very organised and very stylish. It was quite bright with a few pops of color. The amount of pillows on her canopy bed was astounding. "I borrowed the lanterns from school, and I think that's all we need, really."

"Okay," Stella said, trying to calm the butterflies in her stomach. Brielle had talked her through the choreography and it seemed simple enough, but she didn't know how to feel about all the hand-holding and the kissing at the end. One day she would learn how to say no to uncomfortable situations. Handing a lantern to Stella Brielle walked over to the other end of the room and pressed play on her phone, turning to Stella as the opening chords played from the speaker on her dresser.

Setting their lanterns down the two girls stepped slowly toward each other, Stella's arms open, ready to embrace the other girl. Before they could meet, Brielle turned her body out toward their imagined crowd, letting Stella wrap an arm over one of Brielle's. Gently stroking the length of Brielle's arm, Stella stepped behind her, wrapping her other arm around Brielle's waist. Brielle leaned into the embrace as she sang.

Brielle:

Kiss me too fiercely

Hold me too tight

I need help believing

You're with me tonight

My wildest dreamings

Could not foresee

Lying beside you

With you wanting me

As the song built Kalyani turned in Tobias's arms and he stepped forward so they were facing each other. She was careful not to step too far back so she wouldn't accidentally fall onto his bed. While at home rehearsals were more fun and less formal than rehearsals at school, classrooms were better fit for rehearsal than bedrooms. His hands were still around her waist, and she rested one hand on his chest and the other held his arm.

Kalyani:

And just for this moment

As long as you're mine

I've lost all resistance

And crossed some border line

As she sang the rest of the few lines of the chorus, Brielle placed a hand on Stella's cheek, tenderly caressing her face. The other hand traced Stella's arm and the end of the chorus when Brielle lowered herself to her knees she gently pulled Stella down with her.

Brielle:

And if it turns out

It's over too fast

I'll make every last moment last

As long as you're mine

Sitting back on his heels Tobias smiled at Kalyani, reaching forward to grab her hands. His heart skipped a beat looking over at her and seeing her smile back at him. He couldn't tell how much of it was acting on her part, but knew that very little of it was fake for him. At the end he moved a hand to cup her face, leaning forward and resting his forehead against hers.

Tobias:

Maybe I'm brainless

Maybe I'm wise

But you've got me seeing

Through different eyes

Somehow I've fallen

Under your spell

And somehow I'm feeling

It's up that I fell

Kalyani placed one hand on top of his and leaned into his touch. Looking up at him from under her eyelashes, she couldn't help but smile. She almost forgot the choreography and gasped softly when grabbed her waist to pull her closer.

Tobias and Kalyani:

Every moment

As long as you're mine

I'll wake up my body

And make up for lost time

Grabbing hold of both of Brielle's hands Stella brought their intertwined limbs between them, keeping Brielle at a little bit of a distance. The song suddenly felt a little too close to the truth, and looking into Brielle's eyes she could tell that she had noticed too.

Stella:

Say there's no future

For us as a pair

Stella and Brielle:

And though I may know

I don't care

Letting go of each other's hands Stella and Brielle leaned toward each other. Stella wrapped an arm around Brielle's waist and Brielle touched her hand to Stella's face before letting her harm trace the other girl's arm.

Gently releasing his grip on Kalyani's waist Tobias leaned back on his heels again, taking hold of her hands again. Kalyani mirrored his pose, leaning back and singing directly to him.

All:

Just for this moment

As long as you're mine

Come be how you want to

And see how bright we shine

Borrow the moonlight

Until it is through

And know I'll be here

Holding you

As long as you're mine

On the last line Tobias and Kalyani rose to their knees again, slowly pulling each other close. Kalyani's heart beat fast, knowing what was coming. As they neared the end of the note, they got very close. She pulled away abruptly when his face was about an inch from hers, leaning all the way back and letting go of his hands.

"What is it?" Tobias asked, clearly disappointed. Kalyani was about to keep going with the lines, but stopped herself. Looking down at her hands she paused to think for moment, trying to calm her pounding heart.

"I don't want you to kiss me just for the show," she said, looking back up at him. He looked surprised, at her statement or because she was going off script she didn't know. Disappointment furrowed his brow and he made as if to get up. "I want you to kiss me because you want to."

"I want to," Tobias breathed out, stopping in his tracks. Relief and longing mixed in his eyes, but he didn't move, he stayed still, searching her face for something. She didn't know what he was looking for, but when she moved towards him he met her halfway.

Kalyani didn't notice how he lightly put his hands on her waist to hold her close, and her own arms wrapped around his neck on instinct. She didn't notice that she had stopped breathing, or that her heart skipped a beat. What she did notice was the softness of his lips, and his sudden inhale when their lips first met. She didn't know how long they stayed that way, but when they pulled away they kept their faces close. Neither said anything for a moment, before Tobias lightly chuckled.

"You do know that's not the line, right?"

"Shut up," she made a face at him, but pulled him in for another kiss.

AN: I hope you liked it! Don't forget to review! I really do appreciate your reviews a lot! I love getting to know what you guys think!

Question: Who is you favorite Glee parent so far in the story? Are you excited to get to know more about any of the parents?