Little Known Things Chapter 6: The Little Voice, a glee fanfic

A/N: Sorry I've been a bit late with this. It was a bit harder. Also, there's not much S/K action in this chapter, but I thought that if the show isn't all about them, this fic shouldn't be either.

I didn't really feel like Glee, or really being around people very much. In all honesty, I felt shattered and confused.

First, Blaine cheated on me, and then Sam was sending me really weird mixed signals – and I really enjoyed spending time with him, but I didn't want to go through what I had already suffered with Finn. Falling for a boy who wasn't interested in other boys was certainly not on my agenda.

Mr. Schue strode into the choir room, bursting with enthusiasm (as usual, annoying), and set some music down.

Sam followed soon after, and sat down next to me. His face looked strained, and in deep thought. I had to try hard not to tell him not to think so hard, because I knew it was more than a little bit rude. He looked up at me and said, after a pause, "What would their couple name be?"

I snorted. "Pain."

"Plaine."

"Plack."

"Black."

"Bluckerman."

"And-her-man!"

"Blainesaurus!"

"Puckerson."

"Anderpuck."

"Bluck."

I giggled a little bit. "More like Bluchhhh!" Sam laughed along with me, and soon we were both in hysterics.

Mr. Schue clapped his hands together. "Guys, if we could focus?" We all quieted down, though I still let out the odd giggle every now and then. "I wanted to tell you all that I'm using this assignment to find some unusual, fun and unique songs for Nationals. So, if you have any ideas, please tell me." He gave some music to the band, and Brad looked ready to take a cue. "But I figured, seeing as it's not really fair if you don't know how it's done, I'd roll out a song from one of my favourite albums."

We all laughed a little at Mr. Schue's false bravado. He sat down on a stool, and nodded, and the music began.

I might have been a singer
Who sailed around the world
A gambler who wins millions
And spent it all on girls

I might have been a poet
Who walked upon the moon
A scientist who would tell the world
I discovered something new

I might have loved a queen
And been the one to end a war
A criminal who drinks champagne
And never could be caught

The emotion in Mr. Schue's performance was breathtaking. We all knew what he was singing about – the fact that he really had a gift for music, but had never decided to pursue it as a profession.

But among your books
Among your clothes
Among the noise and fuss
I've let it go

I can't stop and catch my breath
And look no further for happiness
I will not turn again
Because my heart has found it's home

Mr. Schue wrapped up the song, and we all cheered. "Thanks, guys. That was Look No Further, by Dido, from her album Safe Trip Home. Just in case you wanted to know. Now, does anyone else have anything they'd like to perform?"

Artie raised his hand, and Mr. Schue nodded. He wheeled himself to the front of the room. "I've always liked Owl City, because he's so bright and cheerful and doesn't take himself seriously. With that in mind, I hope you all enjoy." He smiled, and nodded to cue the band.

I brush my teeth and look in the mirror
And laugh out loud, as I'm beaming from ear to ear
I'd rather pick flowers
Instead of plates
And rather than flaunt my style
I'd flash you a smile
Of clean pearly whites

Everyone was giggling, and Artie was looking at Brittany with obvious adoration in his eyes.

I've been to the dentist a thousand times
So I know the drill
I smooth my hair
Sit back in the chair
But somehow I still get the chills

"Have a seat," he says pleasantly
As he shakes my hand
And practically laughs at me
"Open up nice and wide," he says peering in
And with a smirk he says "Don't have a fit
This will just pinch a bit
As he tries not to grin

We all harmonized with him as he sang the next part.

When hygienists leave on long vacations
That's when dentists scream
And lose their patience

He took the rest for himself, singing loudly and confidently.

Talking only brings the toothaches on me
'Cause I say the stupidest things
So if my result goes south
I'll swallow my pride with an Aspirin
And shut my mouth

At this point, Artie adopted a very serious face.

Golf and alcohol don't mix
And that's why I don't drink and drive
Because, good grief, I'd knock out my teeth
And have to kiss my smile goodbye

I've been to the dentist a thousand times
So I know the drill
I smooth my hair
Sit back in the chair
But somehow I still get the chills

We all applauded, laughing, and Artie wheeled back to his spot from before. "That was a great laugh, Artie, well done. Now, does anyone else have anything they'd like to present?"

Mike raised his hand. "I sort of prepared a routine to dance to. It's a song by Coldplay, called Strawberry Swing."

Santana suddenly stood up. "Nuh uh. That's it. I've had enough." We all looked up at her, astounded.

"You know, that's really rude –" Sam started to reprimand her, but Santana cut him off.

"Shut it, Trouty Mouth. Now, I've been with this club for way too long, and I put up with the cutesy act. But it's getting old. Seriously, can't we do something that just might push it a little bit?"

"What exactly do you have in mind, Santana?" Mr. Schue asked, edging his way back into control of the situation. Well, at the very least, he thought he was.

"Why don't I demonstrate instead?"

He nodded in response, and I was surprised. Normally, Mr. Schue didn't let us do anything that might push the envelope, even just a little bit.

Santana stood and walked to the front of the classroom. She whispered something into Brad's ear, and he nodded in response as well. She then walked over to the band, informing them of which song she had chosen, and they all began to prepare.

"I'm going to admit, I've only listened to this song because of Britts. But, it's pretty awesome, so I'm gonna sing it, and you're all going to clap at the end." She raised a finger. "You hear?"

We all nodded, and she began.

I won't tell you what I'm thinking
'Cause it's not the same thing you're thinking too
You could say I got a best friend
And she's always telling me what to do
She's out of sight but easy to find
She's in the front of my mind

I was certainly surprised. Santana? Singing Hilary Duff? I stifled back a laugh because she does scare me. This is Santana we're talking about.

The little voice in my head won't let me forget
The little voice in my head is never misled
All of this noise is what keeps me from making a mess
The little voice in my head just won't let me get with you

La lala la la...

It was pretty obvious whom Santana was singing to – well, maybe she might have been grinding on Brittany just a little too hard, and Mr. Schue looked like he was about to intervene, when she backed off for just a moment.

When I see you I admit
I start to lose my grip and all of my cool
You smell so sweet just like my perfume
What have you been doing since I left you

You're always there in my thoughts
But that doesn't mean that it's on

Santana nodded, complete, and she sat back down, as we applauded. She really was a talented girl – she just felt this need to be bitchy all the time, and that didn't bode well with most of us. "Thoughts?"

"That you and Brittany really need to get your mack on," Puck supplied, and she glared back at him, venomously.

"The only person I'm getting my mack on with is Dave, right now."

Brittany stood up suddenly, and glared down at Santana. This was odd, certainly – we'd never seen her angry before. "You shouldn't be with him. It's gross. And wrong."

"We're in love, Britt."

"No, you're not!" She yelled. Santana's eyes widened, and I settled back into my chair. Drama time. "It's just wrong, Santana!"

"Oh yeah?" Santana stood up and stared Brittany in the face. "Why?"

"Because he's really gross! And you should be…"

"Who should I be with, Britt? Who?"

"Me!" She grabbed Santana and pulled their lips together – well, that wasn't so unexpected. Artie's eyes went wide, and I instantly felt infinitely more sorry for him than I've ever felt for anyone else. His girlfriend, who's probably been cheating on him for the entire duration of their relationship, just confessed that she thinks another girl would be happier as her girlfriend.

And then proceeded to make out with her in front of the entire glee club.

I clear my throat, loudly, and both girls stop after a few seconds. Santana looks at me pointedly. "Got a problem, Lady Face?" I shook my head, and moved it slightly in Artie's direction.

"Oh, my god! Artie! I'm so sorry!" Brittany genuinely looked like she'd just forgotten that she was in a committed relationship. Which would have been pretty awkward for all involved, by the looks of it.

"No, no." Artie said gently, which surprised me. Shouldn't he be angry, or something? "You've always loved Santana. You have since before you even met me. And that's okay."

Brittany smiled.

"So, what now?" I asked, gently prompting.

"Well, I guess this means that Britt and I are official. We're…" she looked like she had trouble saying what came next, but Brittany put her hand on her back soothingly.

"It's okay. You can say it."

"We're dating."

Well, duh.