READ HERE FIRST, YOU LAZY BUM: First and foremost, let me just noted that all of y'all are the most awesomest bunch I have ever met- I thank you for everything (for reviewing, that is if you do and for reading it and favoring it and following it and just simply, acknowledging it). You guys have no idea how much you have make me smile and that's a big thing, guys; making someone smile. Second, Glee Season 4 hasn't come to my country yet- so I'm not following the full plot, although I will try to stick to the real 'drama' that is happening on Glee 4 as we speak (The break-up, the Blaine for president and maybe Marley, Jake and Kitty?). And yes, I am open up to any sort of suggestion (from pairings, to plot to the musics and whatever else you can suggest)- so feel free to PM me or send a review.
Guest: I am thinking of doing some sort of love triangle, but I was thinking more of a Sam(or someone else)-Nellie-Blake triangle, and there is still Jane-Blake-Nellie triangle to solve, but I am intrigued by your idea nevertheless. I'll think about it, though— and thanks for reviewing!
Okay, enough with that, let's go on to some action, and more yelling and a little cursing and more high-schooling and of course, the start of romance ;)
Characters used (continuing): Aylin, Maxfield (Glee Project)
Disclaimer: Everything belongs to their rightful owner(s).
The Golden Being
chapter 2: the golden surprise
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Getting slushied isn't so bad, actually.
Okay – she's lying. It is straight down awful. First, we have the cold. It's like, someone pushing you forcefully into a freezing swimming pool – that's how she had felt when the drink came to meet her face. Then, the sudden hit. It feels like tiny plastic bullets shooting itself face-flat on her face and it hurts, 'nuff said. After that, the drink will travel down and sips through your eyelids and meet your eyes and you can feel your eyes burn so very badly, all you want to do is cry.
She didn't cry, though.
Not on the moment, at least.
Now, however, she feels like it. But she doesn't, of course.
It takes Blaine, Tina and Wade one hour to get her clean up as Blaine lends her his plain white T-shirt. Unfortunately, although Sam, Joe and (shock as it may be) Brittany chase those football gangs and cheerios down, none of them succeeds in catching any of them. They are too fast, she guesses. But for some unknown, mysterious, whacked-up reason, she could only focus on one eyes she remembers staring through before she get her face slushied; Blake Jenkins.
But she could be wrong.
After all, she isn't that close to Blake Jenkins to know his eyes very well.
Nellie sighs, pushing her keys in as she recites all of the dos and don'ts when you get slushied by New Directions, the full guide under her breath. She remembers it still– each and one of the New Directions stayed, spending half-an-hour to lecture her on what to do, and what to avoid and what to prepare for and filled her in on all about what had happened in McKinley High she never knows. She felt welcomed, at most— although the situation could be a little bit better, but still.
With Sugar trying to comfort her with all of her 'fancy and expensive' jewels (not that she had never seen any of those before), and Brittany humming 'twinkle twinkle little start' to lift her spirits, Tina and Wade softly cleaning any pieces left of slushie in her short hair, and Blaine soothing her with a rub on the back, and Artie's understanding smile, and Joe's friendly words and Sam's trying to look out for his fellow glee members; her — she wouldn't want to trade this feeling for anything.
It was amazing.
She guesses this is what it's like to be in a community that will definitely, certainly have your backs. Almost like, dare she says it, a family.
Nellie smiles and shakes herself from her train of thoughts as the door swings open. She steps in, kicking off her boots and putting down her bag, and finally, lifts her chin up- only to jump two feet back, eyes wide open at the scenery before her.
"Holy- what are you guys doing here?" she literally shrieks, looking at each one of them. "Jesse, I thought we talked about this?!"
The Golden Boys.
In her living room.
God, do you wish to kill me off early?
All of the Goldens retreat their hands from touching whatever they are touching, looking back at her. By the shelves, Cameron Reddington coolly puts his hand back in his pockets after putting down a book and turns his focus on her, a small (almost invisible) smile creeping on his lips. Michael Walt takes a step back from observing too closely at one of her framed picture, tilting his head to one side as he stares back at the shocked-looking her. Max Wickham lets go the handle of the refrigerator with a sigh, and snaps at her too. But all three men are just thinking the same as they wear those smirks; Jesse's going to get it.
"Nellie! You are late for almost an hour and a half. Care to explain yourself—"
"YOU ASS, did anything attached to your mind from yesterday?!"
"Now is that anyway to talk to your brot—"
"Yes if he has a serious case of stupidity!"
Michael raises both of his brows, muttering, "That's a good one." While the remaining Goldens chuckle at that.
"YOU THREE!" Nellie turns to them, her index finger pointing to accuse each and one of them. All three of them immediately shuts up and swallows thickly. Busted. "I thought you three would know better than to do something like this!"
"We, uh...," Max stutters, his eyes looking at Michael and Cameron in panic.
Michael swallows, "We just, uh—,"
"What?"
Cameron walks slowly to her, "Nell—"
"Don't you Nell me, Cameron! You are the most sane one out of this group, and yet here you are."
Cameron only shrugs, as if saying; what can I say? I hang out with these people.
Nellie sighs, rubbing the bridge of her nose as she tries to sink it all in. Too many surprises in a day. She just hopes- Nellie quickly snaps her head at them, and blurts out, "Did anybody see you guys walked in here?" She walks quickly to her windows, closing the curtains together.
She could practically feels Jesse rolling his eyes, "You don't think we're that bad of an idiot to let someone sees us, right?"
"I don't know," she turns to him, crossing her arms together. "Your stupidity always seem to surprise me."
He makes a face, "Har-har, little sis. But no. I can assure you, for 98.9 percent, nobody has seen us walked in here."
"How are you so sure of that?"
"Because," Jesse smiles, "We paid someone to be a distraction."
Nellie is quiet for a while, until she speaks up, "Should I be worried about this distraction?" but instead of facing Jesse, she looks at Cameron pointedly.
Cameron lets a cool few seconds passed before replying, "No."
"Good." She declares.
"Wait a second," Jesse suddenly voices out, the change in his tone makes everyone turns their heads to him (not like it's anything new) as his eyes focus at only one thing. "Hey, hey, I may not follow girl's fashion trend as much, but I am sure Max has the exact same shirt as you're wearing," he turns to Max, and like some sort of a silent agreement, Max strides his way to Nellie, observing the shirt.
The dangerous heartthrob carefully eyed the shirt, "Nellie," he drawls slowly. "I can't believe I'm saying this, but, unfortunately, your brother is correct this time."
"HAH!" Jesse exclaims, pointing out his forefinger at her while the other two Goldens come closer, almost cornering her. But she doesn't take a step back- just stares back at her biological brother and non-biological ones. "That shirt does not belong to you, Nellie Elisabeth. And considering I know Mrs Wickham donated that horrible piece of garbage Max apparently once called 'clothing' to the needy orphans three years ago, I know it isn't his. So, tell me- No. No, no, no! No. Just, no. No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no! Nellie! NO! Are you—," a gasp of sadness as he bites his knuckles for a second, "—are you sleeping with somebody? Is this why you moved to this good-for-nothing town?—"
"W-what?"
"—Because you thought we wouldn't accept a poor guy who's living with a sick mother and a pair of little siblings and more jobs than he could afford? Is that it? Oh Nellie—"
"WHAT? Oh my god, Jesse! I am not sleeping with—,"
He puts a finger against her lips, silencing her. "Shh, this is a lot to take in, Nell. You can't expect me to just be okay with this."
She pushes his finger away, bellowing, "I don't expect you to be okay with anything!"
"You aren't pregnant, are you?"
"NO!"
"Good, I thought I was turning into Incredible Hulk a moment there—"
"You are crazy," Nellie mutters, unbelievably.
"So who is this dumbass who's taken my sister's innocence?" His eyes turn dark again.
"JESSE! I'm not sleeping with anybody!"
This time, it's Cameron who asks calmly, "Then, explain the shirt, Nellie. I'm sure there is a reasonable excuse behind it." He pointedly looks at Jesse, but he only replies it with a smug look.
Michael nods his head, "Yeah. Take a sit."
"And Imma go to the refrigerator." Max chirps, quickly walking away.
Nellie sighs and take a sit on the couch, as she tries to form any sort of story that wouldn't make Jesse worries and starts to plan hell. She rubs her temple, trying to think straight when she feels someone's sitting one side, and someone standing on the other side. She looks up, realizing Cameron is staring down at her and Jesse is sitting next to her, while Michael stands behind and Max searches for food in the refrigerator. "It was an accident at school."
"What kind of accident?"
"A slushie one," she hesitates, saying it all out slowly. "That involves being thrown in the face."
The whole world might as well go silent alongside with these four people.
She could even hear Max stops searching anything in the refrigerator.
She knows she's not one for cursing but- SHIT. ARE. GOING. TO. FLY.
"WHAT?!" There goes the first bomb, her brother.
"Oh my god, Nellie! Who did this to you?" that's Michael.
"Should I call someone? There's like, a lot of choices of mafias and gangs you could choose from. I could just call them—" that's Max, marching over to her.
"Yes! Yes! Call them!" Jesse stands up, ordering.
"Are you okay?" Cameron's soft voice asks.
"Which one? Here's a list," Max panics, throwing a crumpled paper at the Andromeda Group's heir.
"I don't care— Fuck, did you shit on this paper or something? There's like a brown smudge on this thing," Jesse grimaces.
"That's a coffee stain," Michael cuts in.
"Fuck you, dude. I told you to keep it clean!" Max turns to Michael.
"Since when are you a clean freak?! I thought you were going to recycle it anyway," Michael yells back.
"That was the plan! Until you dipped it into your coffee!" Max retorts.
"I did not dipped it into a coffee, I accidentally spilled it," Michael protests. "And I wouldn't spilled it if Jesse wasn't patting my back like he's going to crush my spine!"
"Hey! It's not my fault I was excited Cameron can actually flirted with that blond! Did you know I was scared that he's starting to go gay for me?"
"What?" Cameron speaks up, confused.
"Dude, I know I'm not that smart, but Cameron wouldn't go gay for you even if you asked Oprah to live with him," Max snorts. "And that's big considering the guy's obsessed shitless about that woman!"
"Excuse me?" Cameron shrieks.
"He totally would go gay for me!" Jesse seems offended by Max's accusation.
"He wouldn't," Michael responds dryly.
"You're an asshole, man. He wouldn't," Max spurts out.
"He would," Jesse folds his arm across his chest.
"Uh, I won't," Cameron says suddenly. "Ever."
Michael and Max high-fives each other, while Jesse looks at Cameron shockingly. "Dude! Why not?!"
"You're fucking crazy, man," Cameron mutters back, pointing at him but a small smirk manages to tug on the corner of his lips.
"But that's the best part about me!"
And these are the Golden Boys all of the girls are crazy for.
How wonderful.
Nellie stands up and about to head for the refrigerator for some milk, when Jesse voices out, "And where do you think you are going?"
"Getting a knife," she sarcastically replies.
"To kill the person who threw a slushie at you?" Michael asks.
"No. To murder all of you," she says again, much more flatly.
Cameron frowns, "Are you okay, though Nell?"
"I am!" Nellie exclaims out of frustration. She loves each and one of the Goldens, but sometimes she wants to rip all of her hair out! "It was an accident. Nothing to be worried about. There is some guy who's drinking a slushie and somebody bumped into him, and the slushie just happened to hit my shirt. My friends manage to clean me up and gave me this shirt. Am I supposed to decline their offer and ride home shirtless?"
There- the perfect lie. Usually, Nellie isn't so good with lying. Her voice would get a little pitchy and she's too smiley- and normally, these boys would be the first one to see that. But she guesses her frustration manages to cover up her lying face; her voice didn't get pitchy and her lips didn't even try to turn for a smile. She looks at each and one of them, finding them speechless.
Until Max says, "Can you do that?" and a pillow fly from Jesse's hand onto his face.
Max rubs his face after yelping, "I am taking that as a no."
"No shit, Wickham," Jesse spits, while Nellie rolls her eyes, continuing her steps to the kitchen.
The music booms loudly from the next door and Nellie sighs, shakes her head and tries her best to focus on the book she's reading.
It's two days later after the slushie's accident, and things have been better in school. The jocks and the cheerios didn't bother her or the glee club as much, and she had discovered the glee club was indeed full of talented students. Blaine was amazing, and Sam even asked if he could do a duet with her. She loves hanging out with the glee club. She truly does.
Jesse, Cameron, Max and Michael also promises her that they would call if they ever wants to visit her, and she had made sure they kept to their promises (she may or may not threatened them with some information that could harm their reputation if it was ever released into the internet). So, it was all good with them.
The music booms loudly again, with another new song and more people screaming to it.
Nellie bangs her head slowly against the book cover, muttering words that would calm her down. Aylin. The cheerio who is apart of Jenkins and Porter 'army' crew who happens to live next door to her and makes it a hobby to throw party every time her parents are out during Fridays and the weekends. And she doesn't know if it's any true or not, but she has a feeling the red-head cheerio turns the music louder sometimes just to annoy her.
There was an incident where she told the red-head to quiet the music down a bit back when she first moved in here first, but all she got in return was a laugh to the face- and that's when Aylin started to turn the music louder.
KNOCK! KNOCK!
Nellie frowns, and perks up at the sound.
KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!
Quickly, she realizes it's her door and goes up to it. It must be Jesse. Oh god, that boy is going to get it from her. Anyone could've noticed him! There's a damn party where probably all of the cool kids in Lima are invited to next door and here he is! Jesse St James, in her front door, blowing her cover. Great. Now she'd just have to wait for eveyone to be knocking on her door and showering her with questions...
She opens the door, ready to yell until she sees the face.
"Blake Jenkins."
It's not as long as the last chapter, but I did my best. The point of the first part was just to show how The Goldens interact with one another, and Nellie. I'm sorry if I made Cameron cursed, but it sounded appropriate- I mean, you practically live with guys who curses on daily basis, it must somehow infected you as well, right? Anyway, I think I want to involve Jake/Marley/Kitty into this, but since Glee season 4 hasn't come to my country yet, can someone fills me in on how their character is or/and a little bit of how they are all connected to New Directions without spoiling it too much? PM or leave a review. Once again, thanks for reading it.
