Okay, my computer is all screwy, so there should be breaks between a lot of the sections but they don't end up showing up. Hope I fixed it! Also I have come to the discovery that my computer is homophobic. It kept changing "dads" to "dad's" oh and I will try to leave out the weird words I always use!
"Emma Pillsbury, the last thing I want to do is hurt you!" Will said, pacing the lobby of the Lima Medical Plaza.
"I know, Will." She said, her roots in Virginia really coming out by her accent.
"I was just, you know, rebounding and-"
"I know, Terri, and all…"
"No." Will admitted. "You."
Jesse was proud of himself. That letter of recommendation from Ms. Corcoran for the Los Angeles Opera Operation was within his grasp, all he had to do was NOT show up to something. Their plan was perfect: With Quinn gone Jesse was their twelfth member. New Directions was at a risk, especially with all the baby drama. He would be the small shove that sent the Glee club over the edge.
He turned about. There he saw 5 other members of the club. Including Kurt Hummel. Jesse's heart sank. Kurt LOVED glee. Jesse knew that Kurt would be terribly hurt if New Directions was disqualified. He couldn't bare it.
But he could… he'd have to. The L.A. double- O had been a dream of his since he was six. Kurt was just a dream of his he'd had every night for the past month or two. Okay, this was wrong. He was with Rachel. He was spying for Vocal Adrenaline. He wasn't going to help some group of glee-jects beat his own team, just to help the feeling of some… guy.
Rachel waved at him. He got into character, waved back and walked over to Rachel and kissed her with the best fake passion he could muster at the moment. Okay, Rachel was good for the hookups, too.
"Hey, Jesse," Kurt said with the same fake nonchalance that someone said "Oh, yeah, by the way, I killed your dad and buried him in my backyard. And how was yours?"
"Hey, Kurt," Jesse replied with a dazzling smile.
Mercedes linked her arm in Kurt's and dragged him over to the ordering line.
"OMG, Kurt! That's not how someone says 'Hey' to just one of the guys!"
"What are you trying to say?" Kurt asked as if Mercedes had just suggested he committed a serious crime or something of equal severity.
"He LIKES you!" Mercedes said.
"In your dreams." Kurt said with a roll of his eyes. And in mine, too.
"Let's get the hell out of here. CirqueduFreaky showed up." Santana rolled her eyes and grabbed Brit's hand.
"I have to go. See you later at practice, Becky!" Brittany said as Santana grabbed her hand, dragging her toward San's blue convertible.
"What is it, really? I thought you didn't mind the glee kids anymore, as long as you weren't seen directly enjoying social interaction with them, yes?"
"Well yeah, I just like hanging out with you more. My house tonight, yours tomorrow, yet?"
"Yeah. So, gymnastics on the tramp?"
"That's not really what I had in mind."
"Okay, see you soon. Yeah, sorry. Love you too, bye." Rachel snapped her Razor shut.
"What is it?" Artie asked.
"Oh I just forgot to tell my dads that I would be late. I'll have to go home soon… but of course not before I order them lattes." She joked.
"Aw, you're leaving?" Jesse said in a tone that sounded a little too sarcastic.
"Not quite yet. This line is monstrous and it's like five in the afternoon. How many people have coffee cravings at five?"
"Me!" Mercedes took a huge gulp of her Grande mochachino.
"Caffeine addiction knows no clock." Kurt said matter-of-factly.
The comment was amusing laughed a little longer and harder than the others. Rachel shot him a look which he paid no attention to.
"Hmph." Rachel said as she walked over to the too-long line of mostly teenagers waiting for over-priced drinks. Her supposed soul mate was flirting with her best friend's gay best friend.
Wow. Real life wasn't supposed to play out like the latest issue of ABC soaps
Quinn Fabray's cries of pain radiated throughout the hallway like the bad version of cinnamon toast on a Sunday morning.
Noah Puckerman ran through that corridor, ignoring her. That bitch. His daughter was being born and he had been kicked out of the fucking delivery room. She deserved it.
He was even more disgusted at what he saw when he got to the lobby.
"Call me when my daughter is born!" He fumed as he passed Mr. Shuster and Miss P, who had just been kissing but jumped apart.
"Puck! Wait!" said Will, about to follow him. Emma tugged on his hand.
"We should be here once the baby is born!"
"He should be her while HIS baby is born!"
"Quinn kicked him out. I can just tell." Will looked at her, surprised at her perceptiveness. "Deep down, below the 'tough guy' shell, is a caring, loving person. He wants to be in there. He wants to hold her hand in there. But she won't let him."
"You are and awesome guidance counselor." He was joking at her observations, but he really meant it.
"Ms. Pillsbury? Mr. Shuster?" The two turned to see Santana and Brittany. "How's she doing?"
Rachel Berry set down the cardboard drink holder down on her cherry oak kitchen table. She found a note on the table.
Rach,
Sorry we had to run to the store and get some milk! Put our drinks in front of the fire place, it's on!
Dad
"That's weird…" Rachel said. She had not time to mull it over as her phone vibrated.
Finn: I just went to Starbucks with my mom. U wont b leave wut I saw!
"Oh, hello, girls. She's still in there. I think she's pushing, but we aren't allowed in." Emma said.
"That's good. Um, we actually wanted to talk to you about something else."
"Oh, I see. What is it?" Will asked, having assumed they were here to see their friend.
"It's Jesse. He's a spy. We can prove it."
Next chapter will be the Glee-gionals! Hopefully they won't be glee-jected! Please glee-view!