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Be Your Teenage Dream Tonight, a Damsay Story

Summary: Our beloved members of New Directions have graduated and gone on to college but thanks to their love for glee club, have decided to help Mr. Schuester with the new kids. Enter the cast of the Glee project, all with a unique voice but can all be compared to the original gleeks. When Lindsay, a mini Rachel and Quinn, joins with her spectacular voice and newfound head Cheerio status joins her old friend Damian suddenly realizes his feelings for her. Will they be the power couple of McKinley High? And what happens when Quinn realizes she still has feelings for an old flame of her own?

Chapter Eight

ONE MONTH LATER

Things had changed at McKinley, and definitely not for the good. The glee club, albeit their win at Sectionals, was no longer a place to get away from all the drama of high school. Everybody was miserable and it all went back to Damian and Lindsay.

Right after their Sectionals win, Damian broke up with Lindsay in front of the entire glee club, causing her to flip out on him. She couldn't help but come to the conclusion that he waited until after the competition just so they could win, and she hated that Marissa watched with a smug grin on her face. After this Lindsay tried to put on a happy face, but it became too much and now she's quit the Cheerios and has fallen in with a new crowd.

Damian hated what had happened to his ex-girlfriend and kept blaming himself, which made his new relationship with Marissa strained. He had times where he thought leaving Lindsay for Marissa wasn't worth it, because he lost all of his friends and was miserable because of it.

He looked up from his locker when he heard the students in the hallway grow silent, which only meant she was coming.

Lindsay sauntered down the hall, her black leather boots making a soft clunk with every step she took. Her perfectly toned stomach was showcased by a cut off black top, and her hips swayed in a short black skirt and fishnets. His favorite part of her, her eyes, were dull and heavily lined with black eyeliner. Her beautiful brown hair, which was usually up in the Cheerios ponytail, now fell on her shoulders in jet black strands. The tattoo on her hip made him purse his lips and shake his head in disappointment. Her eyes met his momentarily, and the bored expression morphed into an emotion he couldn't decipher before quickly being masked.

He stiffened when he smelled what was coming off of her and growled angrily, grabbing her arm and pulling her into the nearest classroom.

"What do you want?" she asked, her beautiful voice now a monotonous mumble.

"What the hell are you thinking?" he hissed angrily. "What's wrong with you?"

"What are you talking about now?" she said with a roll of her eyes.

"What's going on with you? Look at you, you're an absolute mess! You're eyes are bloodshot, you've obviously been smoking pot…what happened?"

"You happened, Damian. Without you, what else do I have to live for?"

"Don't destroy your life because of me, Lindsay! We're sixteen years old, and that's way too young for your life to be falling apart."

"You don't have a say anymore." She growled. "Leave me alone."

Rachel sat on the floor of her small bathroom with tears in her eyes, her head hanging low as she heard Finn's voice call out to her from downstairs.

"Up here!" she called hoarsely, squeezing her eyes shut in fear. Finn poked his head in and looked at her curiously.

"Hey Rach…what's going on?"

"I'm so sorry, Finn." Rachel sobbed, throwing herself into his arms. He rubbed her back soothingly and looked down at her.

"Rach, what's wrong? Tell me what's going on." He said worriedly. She looked up at him with teary eyes and shook her head.

"I haven't been feeling well the past couple of days and I've been throwing up, and I think…I think I'm pregnant."

Finn stared at her in shock and Rachel bit her lip. "Please say something." She said softly.

"I…you're…" he stammered out. "I-I've got to go."

He pulled himself out of Rachel's grasp and raced out, hearing Rachel running behind him. "Finn! Please don't go! We can-"

He slammed the door and Rachel stared at it, her hands shaking in fear. What if she was pregnant? Was he going to leave her?

Lindsay took a long drag of the cigarette and closed her eyes as she blew it into the air. She was supposed to be in glee club by now, but she could care less. Why should she even bother?

She looked up carelessly when she heard footsteps and turned her head, rolling her eyes when she saw Damian walking her way. "Well, if isn't my knight in shining armor! Here to rescue me?" she asked with a sarcastic smirk.

"Alright Lindsay, this crap ends now." He snapped. She laughed bitterly and took another drag of the cigarette.

"Since when are you my father?" she spat angrily.

"I can't just watch somebody I love ruin their life!" he growled. She glared at him and got right in his face.

"Don't even say that you love me, because I know you don't. If you even cared the slightest, you would've tried to stop when this started." She hissed.

"Just because we broke up doesn't mean I don't love you, Linds! I just…I don't…"

"Whatever, Damian. Why don't you go worry about Marissa instead?"

She put out the cigarette with the toe of her boot and walked out from under the bleachers, her fist clenched angrily. She couldn't believe he had the nerve.

Quinn nervously tapped her nails on the countertop as she waited for the timer to go off. Rachel would be here any minute, and she really wanted to find out before-

"Hello? Quinn?" Rachel called out. Quinn sighed and quickly picked up the object on the counter right before Rachel walked into the kitchen.

"Hey." she sighed and plopped down into the chair. "I have some news."

"What's up?" Quinn asked as she kept her hands hidden behind her back.

"I think I'm pregnant." Rachel whispered. Quinn was so surprised that she dropped whatever was in her hands, causing Rachel's eyes to dart towards it.

"Oh my God, Quinn." Rachel breathed. Quinn closed her eyes and bent down, picking it up quickly.

She looked down and sighed when she saw it. Right there in the middle of the pregnancy test was a-

"Quinn, I'm home!" Puck called. Rachel quickly shot up and grabbed the stick out of her hands and crushed it with her heel.

"In here, babe!" she called, looking at Rachel nervously. "Did you see it? What did it say?"

"I didn't have time!" Rachel whispered back, just as Puck walked in the kitchen.

"Hey Berry. Hey babe." Puck said, leaning over to kiss Quinn. "Where's Beth?"

"She's out with Santana and Brittany for the day." Quinn replied nervously. "Rach, can I talk to you in the other room?"

Quinn smiled quickly at Puck before yanking Rachel into the living room.

"You might be pregnant, I might be pregnant, and what the hell are we going to do? We're 20 years old, Rach!" Quinn exclaimed. "I already have a baby; people are going to think I'm a slut!"

"We need to take another test, and then we'll find out for sure." Rachel whispered. "DO you have anymore?"

"Under the sink-you take my bathroom and I'll take the other one."

Lindsay walked into her house and raised her eyebrows when she saw her cousin, Blaine Anderson, sitting on the couch with a solemn expression.

"What's up, Blainers? Still moping over Kurt?" she asked. "I don't even understand why you two broke up."

"Why don't you ask my father?" Blaine mumbled. "Anyway, what's going on with you? You look like, well, death."

"Get used to it, because it's the new me." Lindsay snapped and stood. "And why don't you go tell Kurt why you broke up with him and how you feel like an ass, instead of just sitting here and whining."

"I could say the same for you and your boyfriend." Blaine retorted.

"Ex-boyfriend, remember?" she reminded him. "Now go talk to Kurt or you're getting kicked out."

Quinn jumped when she heard the timer and looked over nervously at Rachel. "You ready?" she asked softly. Rachel nodded and picked up the test.

"Oh my God." Rachel breathed. "I'm pregnant."

Quinn looked over at her friend's terrified face and quickly hid her test behind her back. "What are you going to do?"

"I have no idea." Rachel mumbled. "Are you?"

"Um, no." Quinn said, looking down at her feet. "I'm not."

"At least one of us has some sense." Rachel muttered, walking out of the room. Quinn sighed and looked down at the test in her hands.

The little pink plus looked right back at her.

Rachel waited for Finn to pick up, and closed her eyes sadly when it went to voicemail again.

"Hey Finn, it's me…um, we need to talk. Call me back."

She shut her phone and leaned against the counter, looking over at Quinn sadly. "He's never going to talk to me again."

"C'mon Rach, Finn's a great guy. When I got pregnant he was totally supportive, just not the way Puck was. And that was only because he wanted to be with you and I obviously wanted to be with Puck."

"It's easy for you to say considering you're not pregnant." Rachel grumbled. Quinn rolled her eyes and shook her head.

"Hey Rach, Finn's at the door for you!" Puck called from the living room. "Why don't you talk to him so we don't have to hear you whining?"

Rachel walked into the living room and glared at Puck. "If my little sister ever turns out like you, she deserves an apology."

"Isn't Rachel funny, Beth?" Puck smirked and picked up his daughter. "Good luck, baby mama."

Rachel opened the door and saw Finn standing there, a sheepish grin on his face. "Hi."

"Hi." She said softly.

"Did you…are you…you know. Pregnant?" he asked her nervously. She looked at him and nodded.

"I'll do it on my own if you can't handle it. I'm strong, and I don't need to worry about you bailing on me, so make your decision now. "

"I want to be here for you. And the baby." He said firmly. "I love you, and I'm not going to let our baby grow up without a dad like I did."

Rachel gave him a dazzling smile and threw her arms around his neck. "Thank you." She whispered.

Quinn looked over at Puck and raised an eyebrow. "Noah Puckerman, is that a tear?" she laughed.

"Huh? No, Beth just got some milk in my eye, that's all." He said quickly. Quinn rolled her eyes and leaned her head on his shoulder.

"What would our life be like if we had another baby?" she asked softly.

"Really freaking hard. You and Beth are all I need, babe." Puck said. Quinn sighed softly and closed her eyes, the nervousness already setting in. What was she going to tell Puck?

Lindsay walked down the deserted hallway and rolled her eyes when she saw Damian turn the corner. Everywhere she went he kept popping up-was he keeping tabs on her?

"Oh, it's my favorite stalker. How are you today, Damian?" she asked in a sickly sweet voice. She saw a flash of red peer around from behind him and instantly stiffened.

"Oh, you brought her too? Just what I needed." Lindsay spat. "If you'll excuse me, I have somewhere to be."

"Going to hang out with your stoner boyfriend, Linds? Just because he's a Warbler doesn't mean he's a good guy." Damian snapped. Lindsay glared at him and crossed her arms.

"Sebastian is a good guy and he treats me right. So what if he smokes a little? I've seen you do it plenty of times at parties, Damian."

"I haven't done pot! Sure, I've smoked a few cigarettes, but I never once did drugs." He growled. "You're a mess Lindsay, and being with Sebastian isn't going to help!"

"Yeah, and he's gay!" Marissa finally interjected. "He went after your own cousin last year! How do you even know if he's just using you?"

"Sebastian is bi, okay? And he's not using me, because he's a good boyfriend. Now will you leave me alone?" she said defensively. "It's my life, and I'll do what I want! You're not my parents!"

"Neither are the ones at home." Marissa muttered under her breath. Damian's head whipped around to look at her with wide eyes and Lindsay froze.

"What did you just say?" she hissed, and Marissa stood up taller.

"I said, maybe if you had your real parents you wouldn't be acting this way." She spat. Lindsay's hands shook with anger and she let out a loud shriek of anger.

"How dare you bring that up, Marissa!" Lindsay shouted. "You think you can go around saying whatever you want because you were anorexic and now you're dating Damian, but you can't! You're not Sugar Motta!"

"I can say whatever the hell I want, Lindsay!" Marissa growled back. "We're not friends anymore, remember?"

"I remember clearly, Marissa. 16 years of friendship down the drain, and I'm not shedding a tear. You were never a real friend." Lindsay said angrily. "I have so many secrets that you don't even know, because I could never trust you. Good luck finding a replacement."

She began walking down the hall, only to be stopped once again by Marissa's voice. "Emily told me Coach Sylvester is looking for a new head Cheerio. Maybe I'll take it."

Lindsay tried to hide her hurt and turned around to look at Marissa. "Keep dreaming. That spot is guaranteed to be Emily's."

"Then why do I already have the uniform?" Marissa retorted, holding up the garment bag in her hands.

"You know, I always knew you were sneaky, but I never thought you could be such a bitch." Lindsay said quietly and walked off. Marissa sighed and shook her head softly.

"Well, she's the least of our worries now, right?" she asked Damian. He just threw his arms up in frustration and rolled his eyes.

"Whatever Marissa. Maybe it's a good thing you're a Cheerio, because you're really starting to act like one. You're really different than the Marissa that I wanted to be my girlfriend." He snapped, glaring at her and leaving her alone in the hallway.

Lindsay sat on the roof, her feet dangling over the edge, and watched the people passing below her on the street. It was unusually warm for early February, but thankfully nobody thought of coming up to the roof of McKinley like she did.

She looked at how far the ground was and wondered what it would be like to just jump. She wouldn't have to worry about overbearing parents, Damian, or just the pressure of putting on a happy face. Slowly she stood up and stared at the ground-it had to be at least 50 feet down. She closed her eyes and went to take a step forward, but gasped when she felt somebody roughly jerk her back by the waist.

"Are you freaking insane?" Damian shouted. "I just love the feeling of seeing my ex-girlfriend trying to jump off a building in the middle of football practice."

"I-I just…" she trailed off, shaking her head. "I don't know why I did that."

"Jesus Lindsay, you scared the crap out of me." He sighed, running a hand through his hair. "What were you thinking?"

"I just was thinking how it would feel to get away." She said softly. "Don't you?"

"Yeah, but I never try to jump off a building!" he exclaimed. Lindsay shook her head and sighed.

"I don't even know what I was doing." She sighed. "I've just been so miserable I think it caught up with me."

"Then why do you keep pushing me away when I try to help you? I know I hurt you, and I don't want to just leave you by yourself to pick up the pieces."

"It's hard for me to be around you, Damian." She replied. "So, on that note, I'm going to go. Thanks for saving me."

She got up and walked to the stairwell but turned around and smiled briefly at him. "And thanks for caring."

McKynleigh sat at her kitchen table and stared at her hands as she waited for her father to finish his rant. She had been caught sneaking around with Samuel-again, and her father was practically steaming.

"He's going to ruin your life! He's just like that Noah Puckerman-"

"And where is he now? He has a job, his girlfriend is Quinn Fabray who's practically a saint-"

"Not to mention he has a child that Saint Quinn Fabray was pregnant with when she was a sophomore!" her father bellowed. "Samuel is a bad influence!"

"He loves me!" she shouted back. Figgins glared at McKynleigh and stood up.

"You're not allowed to see Samuel Larsen ever again. Or else you're out of my house."

"You can't do that!" she gasped. Her father shook his head and walked out of the room silently, causing McKynleigh to fall back in her chair and cover her face with her hands.

She picked up her phone with shaking hands and began typing.

TO: Samuel

It's over.

Marissa walked down the hall with a slushy in hand and a smirk on her face. Kids quickly ducked behind their lockers and books in hopes of avoiding the hit, but Marissa only had one target. She looked behind and smiled at her fellow Cheerios before they pulled back their arms and dropped the slushies on their victim.

"Oh my God!" Lindsay screamed as she felt the cold liquid dripping down her body. "What the hell?"

"Sorry Linds, it slipped!" Marissa laughed. Lindsay turned around and shoved Marissa away from her, her teeth chattering from the cold.

"You need a reality check, Marissa. Nobody has ever slushied you because I threatened to kill them if they did, and now you're doing it to me?"

"We're not friends anymore, remember?"

"BECAUSE YOU STOLE MY LIFE!" Lindsay shouted. "You took my boyfriend, and then my whole life fell apart!"

"It's not my fault you turned into lonely stoner girl, Lindsay. So if you'll excuse me, I have a life to get back to." Marissa said haughtily, turning on her heel and walking down the hall with the Cheerios behind her. Lindsay glared at the students staring at her and slammed her locker shut.

"Show's over, stop staring at me!" she yelled, causing them to quickly make their way to their next class.

A/N- Wow, that was a really hard chapter to write. I hope everybody enjoyed! I just want to thank all my readers and reviewers who have stayed by me during this story, and if anybody has anything they want to see-please PM me!

Next chapter- After everything that's been happening to Lindsay, one night with Sebastian things go very wrong. Damian is already feeling distant from Marissa when she takes her newfound power too far, and he might need Cameron to step in and help. Quinn is still keeping her secret about the baby under wraps, and Rachel and Finn have to deal with the pressure of having a baby. Samuel keeps trying to get McKynleigh back after she won't explain why she ended their relationship, and Blaine and Kurt finally talk about the reason their relationship ended.