So here's what you missed on Just Me
Julia told Liz to stay away from Matthew or she was going to tell her secret. But it's okay because Matthew said that Julia is crazy and obsessed with him. Anna sang a song about being a bitch, which is weird because it seems like Julia is the real bitch. Kurt's back at McKinley, but only because Burt is forcing him. Isn't he a little old to be doing what his dad tells him? Anyway... Matthew sang a totally sweet song to Liz and then he asked Kurt's permission to date her. Which is totally cheesy, but it seemed to work because he and Liz are officially a couple.
And that's what you missed!
I had a boyfriend. A real, live boyfriend. A totally hot, super-sweet, older boyfriend who seemed to really like me (or the me that he saw, anyway). It was like a dream come true, one of those fairy tales that you think are too good to be true. But, of course, my euphoria was short lived.
As Matthew and I were walking out to his car, I heard someone yell my name. "Liz! Wait up!"
"What do you want, Julia?" I asked, exasperated. I just wanted to get out of there.
"I just wanted to ask... how's your dad?" she responded innocently, sugar coating the venom in her voice.
"He's fine," I said confidently. Wow, I was getting a little too good at this lying thing. "I mean, you just saw him, didn't you?"
"No, no. I mean your other dad," she emphasized, looking at Matthew to gauge his reaction. I did the same and saw that he looked kind of confused, but also kind of pissed.
"I - I don't know what you're talking about," I said, my confidence wavering.
"Oh, I think you do."
"Enough, Julia," Matthew cut in. "Now, I don't know what you're talking about and I don't care. All I know is that you need to back off. You and me, we'll never be together. 1) because I'm dating Liz and 2) because I don't really like you all that much. You're kind of a bitch." She recoiled like he'd slapped her.
"I see," she said, her voice shooting through two octaves. "Well, I guess I'll just... go, then." She started to walk away, but stopped and did a 180. "This isn't over, Elizabeth. I hope you know that."
"I'm not scared of you, Julia," I said, shocking myself with the validity of the statement.
"You should be. I can ruin you."
"Just get out of here, Julia," Matthew said, waving her off. She huffed and stormed off. Matthew smiled down at me. "What did I tell you?She's totally crazy."
"Yeah, crazy," I agreed weakly. He kissed the top of my head and led me out to his car. The entire time, I was thinking about how hard my little charade was becoming. Sooner or later, the truth was going to come out.
Then what?
Anna and I were sitting in her room later that night, talking about what had happened in glee and she updated me on Daddy B's condition (Daddy K had convinced me to go out with Matthew - he said he'd call if something happened. I hadn't wanted to, but then realized that little had probably changed).
"So what about you?" I cut in before she could ask what kissing Matthew was like for the umpteenth time (it's amazing, in case you wanted to know). "Is there anyone you like?"
"Well..." she mumbled, staring at her lap. "Matthew's friend Andy is kind of cute."
"Really?" She nodded, still staring at her lap. "You should go for it. I have it on good authority that he totally likes you."
"He does not," she protested.
"He totally likes you," I repeated. "Come on, Anna. We're best friends, and family to boot. Would I lie to you?"
"I - I guess not," she conceded. "You really like he likes me?"
"Cross my heart and hope to die."
Just then, Anna's twelve-year-old sister Dylan came into the room. "Anna, Daddy wants to see you. It's some... car thing, I think." The thing about Anna was that what you saw wasn't necessarily what you got. She dressed in designer clothes and always looked like she just stepped off the runway. But she also fixed cars and watched football/baseball/whatever other sport happened to be on with her dad. She was a complex person.
"Okay," she said, sliding off the bed. "Thanks, Dyl." The sisters walked out of the room together, leaving me alone.
I, however, wasn't alone for long. "Liz?"
"Oh, hey, Aunt Rachel. What's up?"
She sat on the edge of the bed, smoothing her skirt as she did so. "Liz, we need to talk."
"About what?"
"Anna's told me that you've been acting sort of weird lately. And not just because Blaine's in the hospital," she added. "I mean, even before that."
"W-What's she been saying?" I was going to kill Anna for opening her fat mouth.
"Well, I don't know the details, but she basically told me that you've been... hiding the fact that you have two dads. Is that true?"
"Maybe," I mumbled, suddenly ashamed. Aunt Rachel had two dads, too, and she'd never hid it.
"Why, Liz?"
"Because..." I took a deep breath and the truth came spilling out. "Because I wanted to be normal. I thought that starting high school would be a clean slate because most of the kids wouldn't know me, you know?" She nodded, urging me to continue. "I guess I thought that people wouldn't accept me if they knew I had two dads. I just wanted to be normal," I repeated as the tears started. I looked at my lap to hide my face.
"Elizabeth Grace. Look at me." I looked up. "It doesn't matter if you have a mom and a dad, or two moms, or two dads, or two dads and a mom, or whatever. You, Liz, will never be normal. You know why?" I shook my head. "Because you're special. And sometimes being special is hard. But I learned a long time ago that what makes you unique - even if it's something you might want to change - is the best part about you." She shrugged. "So who cares if you call both of your parents Daddy? I do, too, and I turned out okay." I smiled because I knew she was right. "And if anyone has a problem with it, then... just tell them to fuck off." I laughed out of shock. Aunt Rachel never swore.
I hugged her. "Thanks, Aunt Rachel."
"You're welcome. I love you, Liz."
"I love you, too." And then I was alone again.
I knew what I had to do.
The next day in glee, I volunteered to sing my song before Mr. Schue even asked. I didn't say anything about the song - I just sang.
I'm a ghost of a girl that you looked right past
I'm a voice you didn't wanna hear
I'm a page in a book that you read too fast
But I'm still here
You never cared, never tried, never even asked
Maybe I didn't wanna stay
You shut your eyes, told your lies then you had your laugh
And that's okay
Cause you don't know me
You don't wanna know it's real
And I'm not sorry
For who I am, for what I feel
Cause you don't know me
I got more on my mind than I ever told
I got pain that you never felt
I got the scars
I can deal with it on my own
I've got stories that I'll never tell
But maybe its just as well
Cause you don't know me
You don't wanna know it's real
And I'm not sorry
For who I am, for what I feel
You don't know me
I'm strong, I'm a mess
Altogether an emotional wreck
I can scream, I can beg you to see I'm alive
I'm awake, I'm unglued
I'm not gonna break down, now
Cause you don't know me
You don't wanna know it's real
And I'm not sorry
Cause you don't know me
You don't wanna know it's real
And I'm not sorry
For who I am, for what I feel
Cause you don't know me
You don't wanna know it's real
I'm not sorry
For who I am, you don't understand
Just how I feel
You don't know me
"Thank you," I said before sitting back down.
"What was that?" Matthew whispered in my ear.
"Later," I said, my voice as low as his.
A couple of other kids sang, including Julia (who sang the song "Too Cool" from that awful Disney movie Camp Rock. I had to hold back laughter) and then Daddy K's cellphone rang. "Dad?" he answered. Oh, no, I thought. This is it. He's dead. "What?... Yeah, of course. I'll be there in five minutes... Yes, you can time me if you want." He grabbed his stuff and motioned for me, Gabe, Ian, and Anna to follow him. "Come on, guys."
"Wait. Matthew?" I said, turning to look at my boyfriend.
"Yeah?"
"I have to tell you something. Well, actually, I need to show you something." I turned to Daddy K. "Can he come with us?" I wouldn't have asked, but Daddy K's voice hadn't sounded upset when he was talking to Grandpa Burt, so I didn't think it was anything too bad.
"Sure," Daddy K answered distractedly, as if he really wasn't there anymore.
"What's going on, Liz?"
I reached up and kissed him. "Be patient." Then I led him out to Daddy K's car.
Here goes nothing.
"Why are we at the hospital?" he questioned so low that I could barely hear him.
"Wait," was all I said in reply. I took his hand and followed my family down the familiar path to Daddy B's room.
Grandpa Burt was standing outside the doorway, waiting for us. "He's not awake, yet, Kurt. But the doctor said that - given the fact that he moved his hand and the improvement to his brain activity - it was only a matter of time. Maybe a few hours or so." Daddy K collapsed into Grandpa Burt's arms, crying. But these tears were different. They were tears of joy, untainted by sorrow.
Everyone went into the room and Matthew made to follow them, but I put a hand on his broad chest, stopping him. "I - I have a confession," I started.
"Let me guess. You're going to tell me that you lied. Kurt and Santana were never married and the person in that room is your other dad, Blaine. Right?"
I was floored. "How'd you know?"
Matthew laughed and cupped my chin in his hand, tilting my face up to look at him. "I'm on the football team with Gabe and Ian. I've met Blaine."
"Why didn't you say anything?"
"Better question: Why did you lie? Did you think I wouldn't like you because you have two dads or something?"
"Something like that."
"Well, guess what, baby. Nothing in this world could make me not like you. And," he added, "be thankful you have two dads. Some people don't even have one." Something in his voice made me want ask him to elaborate, but Daddy K's voice floating from inside the room stopped me.
"Blaine."
How evil am I? Aw, comoe. You guys know you love me! Anyways...
And next time...
Matthew: My mom was...
Ian: What did I tell you about using that word, Carver?
Blaine (or is it?): You're not going to hurt my baby girl, right?
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