Just Me Chapter 7, a glee fanfic

I love you all so much... can I say that? Yeah... I love you guys! Every single one of you is awesome! Anyways...

I've decided to make this like Glee, so... Here's what you missed on Just Me...

Blaine's in a coma and everyone is really upset about it - especially Kurt and Gabe. Someone left a really mean note in Liz's locker that made her cry. Turns out it was Julia Clark, who is a capital B Bitch. Gabe sang a song for Blaine that was sad - like really, really sad. Probably one of the saddest songs ever. Oh... and Liz is saying that Matthew's just a friend, but no one believes her.

And that's what you missed!

So how was that? Could you hear it in that guy's voice? ha ha

That night in my room at my grandparents' house, I was absentmindedly strumming my guitar, trying to work on my song for glee. But I just kept flashing back to the hospital. Eventually, I gave up on the song and laid back on my pillow, closing my eyes. The scene played on my eyelids like a movie.

There was no change. Anyone with eyes could see that he was exactly the same as he was when we'd left yesterday. When we closed the door behind us, Daddy K raised his head. When he saw Grandpa Burt, he choked out, "Daddy." Suddenly he wasn't forty years old anymore. He wasn't a father, or a husband, or the Fine Arts Director at McKinley. He was the little boy at his mom's funeral, needing his daddy to hold his hand.

We'd stayed until visiting hours were over again and Grandpa Burt had to practically carry Gabe out of the hospital. But we were home now and Ian was blankly staring at the TV downstairs and Gabe had long since cried himself to sleep. And me? Well, I was wide awake, too keyed up to even try and sleep. I picked up my guitar, determined to practice before the sun came up. But then my phone buzzed and I abandoned my guitar again to reach for it. One new message form Matthew, the screen read. I opened it quickly.

Hey. U ok? Hows ur dad?

I texted back: Hes good. the dr said he should be ok in a few days. Oh, how I wished that was true.

Thats good. so... ive got a surprise 4 u.

rly? what?

u'll have 2 wait 4 glee 2morro.

plz tell me!

nope :) well g2g. my moms yelling at me 2 go 2 bed.

k. nite

nite, liz :)

I replaced my phone on my nightstand and flopped back on my bed. Even with all the shit going on in my life, I was amazed to find that there was something that could make me smile.

As I finally fell asleep, I wondered if this is what love felt like.

The next day was pretty much the same as the day before, with one exception.

I had to go to the bathroom.

Now that doesn't seem like such a big deal, but what happened in the bathroom was bad:

So I was just finishing washing my hands when I heard the door swing open. Out of instinct, I turned my head to see Julia Clark walk straight to the mirror to reapply her fifty pounds of make-up. "So, Liz," she said. "How's your... dad?" She said it as if he wasn't really my dad. "Is he still unconscious?"

"What the hell is your problem?" I shot at her, trying to not to let her see how much her words stung.

"Stay away from Matthew," she replied with venom in her voice.

"What?" The sudden change of topic had me feeling like I had whiplash.

"Are you stupid? I said, stay away from Matthew. Or else I'll let your little secret slip." I tried to show no emotion, but know I failed. "Oh, poor baby," she cooed, putting her make-up back in its bag. "Stay away from him, bitch," she warned before strutting out of the bathroom. I followed her, feeling like a beaten puppy, tail between my legs and everything.

Matthew was on the other side of the door, waiting for me. "Hey, what's wrong?" He looked down the hall where Julia had just disappeared around the corner. "Were you talking to Julia in there?" I nodded. "Let me guess. She told you to stay away from me." Among other things. But all I did was nod again. Matthew started laughing.

"This is so not funny!" I sad, slapping his arm.

"Sorry," he gasped, composing himself. "It's just that Julia's older brother Drew is my best friend."

"I'm not following."

"Julia's been obsessed with me for three years. At first it was kind of cute, but now it's just really annoying." He pushed his blonde hair out of his eyes and smiled down at me. "You have nothing to worry about." I smiled and buried my face in his chest. He held me tight for a minute, then said, "Come on. We're gonna be late for glee." Oh, right. My surprise! I grabbed his hand and practically dragged him to the choir room.

We took our usual seats with Anna, the twins, Charlotte, and Matthew's friend Andy Austin. (Hey, I think I have a posse. How cool is that?) Mr. Schuester was about to call the club to order when Daddy K walked into the room, looking a little haggard but functioning. "Kurt?" Mr. Schue said. "Are you... okay to be here?"

"Yeah. Well, probably not, but my dad is forcing me to. He says it'll be good for me." The look on his face told me that while he was here in body, his heart and mind were ten miles away in the ICU of Sacred Heart Hospital.

"Well, it's good to have you back," Mr. Schue said. Turning back to us, he said, "Who has a song for us?" Anna's hand shot up and a littany of show tunes ran through my mind.

She hopped off the risers and said, "The song I will be doing is 'Bitch' by Meredith Brooks." Whoa, where'd that come from? "Now, I'm not saying I'm a bitch... Say nothing, Adrian Cain Hummel-Anderson." Ian slumped back into his seat. "It's a song about how there is more than one side to me. Hit it," she said to the piano guy, Brad (yeah, I'm surprised he's still there, too. And, no, he still doesn't talk.)

I hate the world today
You're so good to me
I know but I can't change
Tried to tell you
But you look at me like maybe
I'm an angel underneath
Innocent and sweet
Yesterday I cried
Must have been relieved to see
The softer side
I can understand how you'd be so confused
I don't envy you
I'm a little bit of everything
All rolled into one

I'm a bitch, I'm a lover
I'm a child, I'm a mother
I'm a sinner, I'm a saint
I do not feel ashamed
I'm your hell, I'm your dream
I'm nothing in between
You know you wouldn't want it any other way

So take me as I am
This may mean
You'll have to be a stronger man
Rest assured that
When I start to make you nervous
And I'm going to extremes
Tomorrow I will change
And today won't mean a thing

Just when you think, you got me figured out
The season's already changing
I think it's cool, you do what you do
And don't try to save me

I'm a bitch, I'm a tease
I'm a goddess on my knees
When you hurt, when you suffer
I'm your angel undercover
I've been numb, I'm revived
Can't say I'm not alive
You know I wouldn't want it any other way

She finished and everyone applauded (Andy, I noted, more than anyone else. Interesting) and Mr. Schue said, "That was... unexpected, Anna. Guess you have a little bit of your dad in you, after all."

"But I can dance," she added and everyone who knew the joke laughed.

As she sat back down, Mr. Schue opened his mouth to say something, but Matthew cut him off. "Mr. Schue? Can I go next?" Mr. Schue nodded and gave him the floor. He picked up a guitar and said, "I think the song speaks for itself," before playing:

The strands in your eyes that color them wonderful
Stop me and steal my breath
Emeralds from mountains thrust toward the sky
Never revealing their depth
Tell me that we belong together
Dress it up with the trappings of love
I'll be captivated
I'll hang from your lips
Instead of the gallows of heartache that hang from above

I'll be your crying shoulder
I'll be your love suicide
and I'll be better when I'm older
I'll be the greatest fan of your life

Rain falls angry on the tin roof
As we lie awake in my bed
You're my survival, you're my living proof
My love is alive not dead
Tell me that we belong together
Dress it up with the trappings of love
I'll be captivated I'll hang from your lips
Instead of the gallows of heartache, that hang from above

I'll be your crying shoulder
I'll be your love suicide
and I'll be better when I'm older
I'll be the greatest fan of your life

I've been dropped out, burned up, fought my way back from the dead
Tuned in, turned on, Remembered the things that you said

I'll be your crying shoulder
I'll be your love suicide
and I'll be better when I'm older
I'll be the greatest fan of your life

I'll be the greatest fan of your life

Instead of sitting back down, he turned to Daddy K. What the hell was he doing? I thought. "I know you don't know me and I know this is a really hard time for you and you family, but I really like your daughter. Like, more than I've ever liked any girl. And I just wanted to ask your permission to date her." Was he seriusly doing this? I thought stuff like this only happened in movies. "I promise to respect her and treat her like a princess," he added.

"Sure," Daddy K said weakly, but the smile on his face told me that he meant it.

"Thank you." He sat back down next to me and I turned to look at him.

"What was that?"

He shrugged nonchalantly. "I just wanted to do it right." He brushed a curl that had escaped my ponytail out of my eyes. "You're special, Liz. And now," he cupped my cheek in his hand, "you're mine." Before his lips met mine, I saw Julia glaring daggers at me.

Oh, shit.

Oh, my God! That was probably the longest thing I've ever written. But I just couldn't find any place to really cut it off. So anyways...

And next time...

Julia: Liz! How's your dad?... No, no, I mean your other dad.

Liz: Matthew?
Matthew: Yeah?
Liz: There's something I need to tell you.

Anna: He does not.
Liz: He totally likes you.

Rachel: Liz, we need to talk...

Kurt: Blaine...

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