Chapter 3.

Still don't own glee or anything to do with Glee. (But one day… one day…)

Hope you like this, it doesn't have any action or anything. It's mostly just talking and descriptions and the inner workings of Wren's mind. Anyway, this is I Don't Sing.

I Don't Sing

"Can you sing?"

I opened my eyes to glance at Kurt. "Umm, no. I don't sing."

Math class droned on in the background, the teacher seemingly oblivious to the fact that the entire class was focused on anything but math. Mrs. Whatever-her-name-was had handed out work sheets, wrote a page number from the text book on the board and proceeded to ignore the students.

I'd skimmed the work sheet, jotted down the answers and was now leaning back in my chair, eyes closed and hands behind my head. Half the class was napping on their desks, the rest talking with their friends, texting or reading magazines. It seemed no one really cared about math. Go figure.

Kurt was flipping through a copy of Vouge, when his question came out of nowhere.

"Anyone can sing, and you sound like you have the voice for it."

"What you're hearing is a mixture of good oral health, excellent genes and attitude. But I don't sing."

I checked my watch. "What do you have next?"

"Glee Club rehearsals, that's why I asked. Have you picked an activity?"

"Uh, no." I let the chair fall back to earth. "What are my choices?"

"Well, you could join a sporting team, the Cheerios, a band, Glee Club, the Chess Team, there's a whole wall of sign-up sheets outside the principal's office."

"I must have missed that." Damnit. Extra-curricular activities. What would a normal kid do? Doesn't hurt to ask. "What should I do, until I choose something?"

"Come sit in on Glee, just to see if you get a feel for it. Or you could wander over to the gym and watch some of the sports teams… I'm sorry, I've kept silent long enough, what the hell were you thinking with that outfit?"

Huh? My outfit? "Come again?"

"Your clothes, you look like a reject from good-will. I mean, look at you. That shade of red does nothing for your complexion, and spaghetti straps under a men's dress shirt? Are those actual patches on your jeans? With combat boots? Looking at you is a crime against fashion. This afternoon, we're going shopping and I'm re-vamping your entire wardrobe. If we're going to be seen together, let alone be friends, this has to change."

I was a little shocked, and admittedly, a little scared. Truly, he was so intense in his rant, I almost palmed a knife in self-defence. And the way he was glaring at my hair, like it had personally insulted him, almost made me back away. If I was a little less prideful, I probably would have.

"Umm…"

"No, no excuses. We're going shopping, and that's that." He closed his magazine with slap.

"Oh, okay, I suppose." How bad could it be, really? "So about that next class?"

"Come to Glee club, just sit in the back and watch the performances, then we'll go to Gym, that's what you've got next right?" he swiped my timetable from the desk.

"Yep, Gym, lunch, then Spanish. I've got French then, but I'll get one of the Glee clubbers in Gym to show you there. And then it's… you're taking advanced chemistry and physics?"

"If it's on there, I suppose I am."

He looked at me strangely, like he couldn't figure me out. It was a little unnerving. "Okay, we'll meet up again in English, and we'll get you to the mall. I suppose I can last that long, knowing that your fashion crimes will soon be rectified." He handed me back the schedule.

"Uh… sure, sounds like a plan." I think I smiled, but it might have been more a grimace. The bell rang and we grabbed our stuff, heading for the door. He was still staring at me, like I was a frustrating puzzle he was trying to solve, when we reached the choir room. The chairs were placed on the ascending steps at the back of the room, some already filled with students. I took in their faces, so I'd know them again at a glance.

There was a tall boy with short dark-brown hair, a large grin on his face as he stared at the short girl brunette girl next to him, her wide brown eyes filled with confidence and excitement. A skinny boy in a wheelchair was talking to larger boy with a short Mohawk and defined arm muscles, while a blond girl wearing a cheerleader's outfit rubbed his leg suggestively. I had to smile at that girl, she had such an innocent aura about her. Pure nativity. Unlike her friend next to her, a beautiful Latina girl, who was busily filing her nails. Behind them another blonde cheerleader was leaning close and whispering to a golden haired boy who smelled strongly of lemon juice. Really, if they were dating, he should stop dying his hair, they looked like twins, and it was creepy. In the back row, a pretty asian girl, dressed in decidedly gothic clothing was chatting to a taller boy, built like a dancer. They were cute together, I decided. Finally, Kurt led me over to a shorter, dark skinned girl with a wide smile for him. She was pretty, voluptuous and well dressed. Something in her eyes screamed 'sass', her aura sort of reminded me of Kurt's.

"Cedes, I have a code green." He said, taking his seat next to her and crossing his legs. I had to bite back a laugh. He was just too cute when he did that. But somehow, I didn't think he'd want to hear that.

"Code green?" the girl said, glancing up at me. "Oh my god."

"Mercedes, this is Wren. We're taking her shopping after school and I think you can see why."

I wasn't sure whether to be insulted or not. Personally, I didn't see anything wrong with my clothes, but then, I had never really cared. So I just shrugged in answer to her stare.

"Hi Mercedes, it's nice to meet you." I smiled.

"White girl, we've got a lot of work to do."

"Umm… okay, I guess." I adjusted my bag strap on my shoulder. "So I'll just sit in the back Kurt?"

A high wolf whistle, sounded from somewhere to my left. "Whoa. Smokin'!"

All set to ignore the comment with nothing more then a glare, Kurt took my hand and pulled me down to the seat next to him, glaring at the mohawked boy across the room. "That's Puck, the self proclaimed sex-shark and, as of last year, the father of Quinn's baby daughter. Quinn's the blonde, sitting with her current boyfriend, Sam, up there." He gestured to the Golden couple behind the cheerleaders.

"Oh, good to know." I said. "So, they're raising the baby together?"

"No." Mercedes said. "They gave the baby up for adoption. It was the best decision for all involved."

"And Puck's just magically fine with his baby-mamma dating another guy, while he's screwing everything else that moves?"

"Yeah, they seem to be. Though neither will talk about it."

"Oh." It didn't seem right to me.

Darklings were all about loyalty. Babies were rare to our kind, and were never separated from their parents until they were old enough to care for themselves. To my knowledge, I was the last baby born, and the only exception to that rule. But mine were extreme circumstances…

However, Darklings weren't humans, so what worked for us, clearly didn't work for them.

"Alright everybody, let's get started, we've got a lot of practice to get through today…" a young teacher walked into the room, flicking through sheet music as he walked, his curly hair reeking of all kinds of chemicals.

"Mister Shue." The short girl with the brown hair and large eyes shot her hand into the air. "I'd just like to point out, before we start, that there is someone here who does not belong. And I for one, would like to determine whether or not she is safe to speak in front of, before we take the chance that she may be a spy and give her all our secrets."

"A spy?" I muttered.

"Long story." Kurt whispered back.

I shrugged and stood up. "My name's Wren Larson and I'm not a spy. Though if I was, it doesn't seem like it's be very hard to steal your secrets, since I've been here about five minutes and there's a white board filled with ideas sitting right in front of me that no one has done anything about." I smirked at her startled gasp. "Anyway, this is my first day, and since I don't have an activity yet, Kurt said I could just sit in on this practice."

"Are you interested in joining Glee Club?" The teacher, Mr Shue, I suppose, asked.

"Uh, no. I don't sing." I said.

"Well, I'm sorry, we don't have sit-ins. Everybody sings. So, come on up here and give us something."

"What?" Shit.

"It doesn't have to be good, just sing anything. No one will laugh at you, anyone can sing." He smiled, like he was doing me a favour.

Yeah, I wasn't afraid of being laughed at.

"I really don't sing…"

"Go on. It's easy." Kurt pushed me forward.

Crap.

Taking a deep breath, I went to stand by the piano.

Well, they asked for it. I opened my mouth and started to sing.

Next chapter will probably be up soon. I really have no idea where this is going, I'm along for the ride as much as you are.

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