Yeah, I know this one is rather short, but I wanted to post it before the month changes, and I couldn't think of anything else :P Me and my lacking imagination :P

Oh, and I don't own Glee, nor most of these characters.

Felix felt great. He had a lot of good things going for him. He was on the football team, he had a hot girlfriend and even if he was in Glee Club he still remained popular. Shortly, his life was awesome. He was awesome. He had just finished telling his buddies about what he and Liberty had gotten up to the previous weekend, when she decided to walk up to him.

"What do you think you're doing?" She asked pointedly, poking her finger in his chest. Felix' football buddies kept walking, knowing better than to be around when the brunette cheerio let her fury out.

"What do you mean?" Felix asked, but he knew what it was about. It was about them getting down and dirty at the party. He didn't really see why it was such a big deal. So, she had been a virgin, but they had been careful, he wasn't stupid. Drunk, but not stupid.

"You know what I mean," Liberty hissed at the Asian. The jock could hardly refrain from rolling her eyes at her. "Why did you tell them? It's none of their business!"

"Okay, fine, I shouldn't have told them," he said, throwing his hands up in defeat. He knew his girlfriend could be a proper HBIC, and while he wouldn't let her walk all over him, he did let her have her way sometimes, at least if it meant he might get laid again. "But don't pretend you didn't like it."

Felix smirked as the slightly short cheerleader turned around and walked away in the stubborn silence of admission.

River was being distant and weird and it really pissed Sandy off. Usually he was calm, and while he may not be the most outspoken person in the world, he was at least present. Now, he hardly picked up the phone, and when he did he didn't real pay any attention to the things she said. He was always there for their dates, but he seemed to have other things on his mind. Silently, the actress was worried he might have someone else on his mind.

"So, Ramiele, you parents told me that you needed some help with, umm, social integration?" The guidance counsellor said, as Ramiele sat down in the chair opposite of her. The young girl leaned back in the chair and carelessly put her boot covered feet up on the ginger's desk. Emma looked like she was having trouble breathing, while Ramiele looked at her with stubborn expression. She didn't need any help with "social integration", she was fine! Why couldn't her parents realize that not everyone could be popular, and see that she was content with where she was on the social ladder. At least, content enough to not want to change to get higher.

"Okay," the petite woman began, clearly fighting the urge to run out screaming. "Why do you think they want you to get help?"

"Because they're sadist pricks, who only care about how they appear to the rest of this f*cked-up society!" Ramiele stated, slamming her boots down on the floor again, much to Emma's relief. "They don't care that I'm not like Nate. That I don't care what people think of me, and just because they're my parents, they think they can change me."

Emma, who had begun furiously scrubbing the part of her desk where Ramiele's feet had been, looked up at the girl with sympathy. She knew all too well how inconsiderate parents could be.

Nathaniel was starting to wonder if two-timing had been such a great idea. There were both pros and cons to it, but he was getting worried the consequences might be a lot bigger than he had first thought. If Tessa found out about Aaron, she could out him to the entire school, and she would leave it at bi, he would be outed as gay and lose all his chances at staying popular. Also, if Aaron decided he didn't want to be the dirty little secret anymore, he could out him as well.

Maybe he would have to choose one of them soon, or get one hell of a backfire. He knew Sandy was onto him, she had told him as much at the a cappella sectionals. Of course he had denied it, but she still sent him looks that clearly meant she knew what he was doing, and she didn't approve.

Being the cousin of someone extremely talented sucked. Being the cousin of two extraordinarily talented people, was worse. But the absolute bottom was being the cousin of a positively amazing twin duo, when you yourself was mute. That was the life of Bridget Olive Dubois, cousin of the Turner-Dubois twins.

Both the twins had amazing voices, and extreme acting talent, while Bridget, being mute, lacked both. The twins were both outstandingly beautiful, with their violet eyes, pale complexions, petite statures and black hair. Bridget was more, ordinary looking, with her strawberry blond curls, hazel eyes and freckles.

She had always gotten along well with the twins, mostly because she only saw them for a few days(or maximum a week) at the time, but living under the same roof as them was torture. They blasted show tunes from their rooms constantly, often singing along in their amazing voices, something Bridget would never be able to do.

There was one thing in the world, Bridget could do better than her star cousins, namely dance. While the twins did well with choreography and knew how to look reasonably okay while moving, Bridget was the real dancing queen. She even considered joining McKinley's dance team, but she didn't really know how. If she had begun at the regular time, then she could have just auditioned, but it was too late now. Maybe she could write a letter asking if she could join, and telling them she was mute, but that seemed silly. She supposed she could join the New Directions with her cousins, but then they'd always be there to overshadow her.

"What is your problem?" Sandy questioned harshly as she stormed into River's bedroom. The blond looked up form the sheet music he had been studying. His little sister, Trixie, had let her in. She might only have been over a couple of times, they usually hung out at other places, but the eight-year-old knew Sandy.

"What do you mean?"

"You've been distant, you don't pick up the phone, and you never relax anymore!" Sandy listed, fury radiating from her tiny frame. River had immediately stiffened when she walked in, and now sat even more stiffly on his bed. Trying to think of something new to add to her list, Sandy stopped a moment, and actually looked at her boyfriend. He didn't look like the prim and proper boy she knew. His blond hair was messy, he was wearing black framed rectangular glasses, a t-shirt and track pants, and he even had some poorly put on nail blue polish. The sight of him dimmed some of her anger, but made her feel even more betrayed. She had never gotten see such a relaxed and comfortable side of him. "What happened to you?"

"Nothing," he said, poster boy for Prepschool returning, as River stood and gracefully took a few steps towards her. Even in track pants River managed to pull off that articulate charm that was his trademark. "Nothing happened to me, I just-"

"Me then? Have I changed? Is that why you've been acting weird?" She said, flinching when he tried to touch her arm. Her eyes were rapidly filling with tears, but she tried holding them back. It wasn't that she didn't want to cause too much drama(really she wanted as much drama as possible), but she didn't want to start sobbing because it would be much harder to argue while crying her eyes out.

"You haven't changed, you know that-" He continued, but was cut off.

"Then what happened to us?" Her lower lip was trembling now, along with the rest of her body, trying to hold back the tears. She held her arms protectively around herself, as if she could hold herself together.

"I just, need to get some things straight," River could practically feel himself being torn apart. On side he wanted to just fall apart and get things right with Sandy, and be himself, not the prep school boy, the lead Warbler or the male lead in the plays. He wanted to be his quirky, Cirque Du Soleil obsessed self, but the other part of him wouldn't let him. "The Mask", as he called it, was safely pasted on top of his own self. It kept him in line, kept him form being socially awkward, and made him the pretty boy Warbler he pretended to be. He didn't know when he had developed it, maybe it had always been a part of him, but he despised it. He despised letting himself be that person. The one who could stand calmly watching someone he loved break down completely, the one who could keep up conversation with everyone but never truly let himself like anyone.

"Call me when you have," Sandy said, her voice cracking as the tears began falling. "Because I can't do this."

With that she turned on her heel and walked out, leaving a torn River in her wake.

"Are you okay?" Tony asked, as he followed his freshly slushied boyfriend into the bathroom. Tyler began washing away the slushy with the efficiency of someone who had clearly done it too many times.

"Me? Yeah, I'm fine," Tyler mumbled, feeling his eyes sting from the slushy. It was an equally mechanical action, like an answering machine, always the same answer.

"No, I mean really," Tony pushed. He knew something was up with Tyler, something he wasn't sharing. The older boy had been acting weirdly, being silent and distant. Tony wouldn't be a good boyfriend if he didn't ask what was wrong. "How do you feel?"

"I'm fine, considering I was just slushied," Tyler replied, before splashing some water in his face. Tony rolled his eyes, Tyler knew that wasn't what he meant. The taller one both felt Tony's gaze at the back of his neck, and saw it in the mirror. Sighing in defeat he turned around to face the tiny freshman. "No, I'm not. It's just difficult. I mean, I'm scared."

Tony looked puzzled, usually people were scared before coming out of the closet, but Tyler had been out for a while.

"I'm scared of failing, of not being a good son to my parents," before Tony could protest saying Tyler's parents had to be proud of him, Tyler put a hand up to silence the pale boy. "I'm scared of embarrassing my brothers, you've seen the way Jacob looks at us, and I know I shouldn't care, but he's my brother and I care about him, and want him to be proud of me and-"

Tyler quit rambling before he made a complete fool of himself. He knew River wouldn't ramble. River wouldn't be scared, and of course River wouldn't get slushied, because River was freaking perfect! The boy could feel tears filling his eyes, and not from the slushy. Clearing his throat he continued, crossing his arms over his chest.

"And I'm scared of being a bad boyfriend," he admitted, not looking at Tony. If he had looked at the other boy, then he would have seen his expression change from tenderly and intently listening, to shellshocked. He had had no idea that Tyler felt like a bad boyfriend, because to him Tyler was doing a great job.

"You don't have to be," Tony whispered, as he closed the distance between them, hugging Tyler. While the slushy was still on Tyler's clothes, and now rubbing unto Tony's, neither minded. "You're an amazing boyfriend."

"It's just, seeing River being so perfect with Sandy, I just feel like everything I do is so insignificant."

"So, River? That's what it's really about?" Tony asked incredulously, looking up at the junior with big, violet eyes. Tony leaned out from Tyler, but kept his arms around the other boy's back, as Tyler nodded, suddenly finding the bathroom floor incredibly interesting. Tony nearly laughed at how adorable Tyler could be at times, while he was also about to cry, due to his boyfriend not having said anything. "River doesn't mean anything!"

"But he always knows what to do, what to say. And I just screw everything up!"

"You do not! You didn't screw up Spring Awakening, you've done great in glee club," Tony began listing everything he knew Tyler had gotten right. "And I would say we're not very screwed up, are we?"

"But-"

"Sandy and River broke up," Tony said, and it was Tyler's turn to look surprised. He never would have thought perfect River could ever be in a failed relationship. "Guess he does screw up sometimes too, huh?"

Tyler only nodded, feeling a bit better, and a bit guilty about feeling good about something that had to hurt so bad for Sandy. When Tony buried his face in Tyler's neck, and Tyler breathed in that sweet lavender scent, he felt a lot better about himself than he had in ages.

"Come in," Will called as someone knocked on the door to the choir room. He had no idea of who it could be, Glee club wasn't for another half hour, and most people just walked right in. Turning around on the piano bench he saw a short girl with blond hair and a green sundress enter. He didn't recognize her, but she had the look of an arts kid. "Uh, hi."

The girl didn't say anything, but handed him a folded piece of paper. When he read it he understood why the girl wasn't talking.

Mr. Schuester

I'm Bridget Dubois, Sandy and Tony's cousin. I want to join Glee club, I'm mute, but I can dance.

"Oh, Bridget, I'm sorry, but I'm afraid you can't join Glee club. We're not allowed to let mute student in, I'm so sorry," the Spanish teacher tried to explain. It was a stupid rule, discriminating the students for something they couldn't help. Especially when deaf people where allowed in. "But, I'm sure you can join us for pep rallies?"

He had tried, but Bridget just shook her head, turning and walking away, as her eyes filled with tears. It was just another thing her cousins could do, and she couldn't.

Sandy walked down the hall, with her head hung. It was unusual feeling this alone. Her entire life she had had Tony by her side, but he was too busy making sure Tyler was okay to be by her side all the time. Even if she and River hadn't been attached at the hip, due to going to different schools, she still felt like a piece of her had been ripped away.

"Did you see the play at the theater yesterday? The Alice in Wonderland thing, it was so awesome!"

"Yeah, so much better than all that crap over at the Scrivello theater!"

"I know, those guys were so good!"

"I heard one of them even got offered a part in a movie!"

"Wow, that's so cool!"

A pang of shock, and regret ran through her as she heard the kids talking about the play she could have been in, if it hadn't been for mr. Scrivello. She thought about how those girls might have talked about her, maybe even whispered "That's her! The girl from the play!" as she walked past them, if she hadn't signed that damn contract.

Here as I watch the ships go by

I'm rooted to my shore

I keep asking myself why

And if there's more on the other side

It was awkward at the theater, seeing River and acting as if she was okay. She was an amazing actress, and no one could tell how harsh the break was, but she could still feel it.

Here as I see the friends I thought I made

A little bit crazed and knowing now

We've outgrown one another

Star maker

Dream breaker

Soul taker

We're happy now

Scrivello let her choose her parts, more or less freely. Which plays she wanted to be in, and she even had a say in who else was in it. Everythig she had thought she'd want.

Now when I see the things I want

I can take the things I see

But I keep asking myself why

And if there ain't just a little bit more for me

Here when it's time to count the cost

I keep measuring what I've lost

And wondering if you knew

It would all end up with you

Star maker

Dream breaker

Soul taker

We're happy now

No matter how empty she felt, how much she wanted to run and hide, she knew she couldn't. She knew she'd never manage to leave the stage. It had been her home for years, the only place where nothing else mattered.

Here as I watch the time go by

How I'd like to sail away

Leaving all my past behind

But I know I'd only last for a couple of days

Here stands everything I thought I made

It's the only life I know

And I can't even call it my own

I've got no home, I belong to you

My star maker

Dream breaker

Soul taker

We're happy now

We're so happy now

A single tear fell down her cheek as she finished the last line, looking out into the empty auditorium.

And that's it. Again, I know it was short, but the last chapter was longer than usual, so I hope it's acceptable.

Um, I would love it if you guys sent me PMs about something you would like to see in the story. A song, a tribute chapter, anything! There are no stupid suggestions ;)

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