Alright here we go, part four.
Glee is owned my Ryan Murphy, the song Breakaway, expressed in italics, belongs to Kelly Clarkson. I own neither.
Any mistakes are my own.
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Breakaway
This was a bad idea. A very, very bad idea. And yet, I sang.
'Grew up in a small town.
And when the rain would fall down,
I'd just stare out my window.
Dreaming of what could be,
And if I'd end up happy.
I would pray…
Trying hard to reach out.
But when I tried to speak out,
Felt like no one could hear me.
Wanted to belong here,
But something felt so wrong here.
So I'd pray…
I could break away…
My eyes unfocused and my senses expanded. Magic flowed from my skin, spreading like water, reading everything it touched. I could feel each person like a glowing light. Every emotion, laid bare for me to see. I could feel everything. The glee members shone, each a different colour, a different flavour, uncertainties, worries and fears mingled together and flowed through the room. I had to concentrate. It wasn't my place to feel these things.
I pushed the wave out further and more lights joined the mix. Unfocused and murky, so I couldn't tell who felt what.
'I'll spread my wings and I'll learn how to fly.
I'll do what it takes, 'till I touch the sky.
Make a wish, take a chance, make a change,
And break away.
Out of the darkness and into the sun.
But I won't forget all the ones that I love.
I'll take a risk, take a chance, make a change,
And break away.
Further and further out, more and more lights. A nerd here, a cheerleader there. Some brighter then others. More and more.
I kept unfocused and shielded, not wanting to see what everyone was feeling, though it was hard. Some simply felt too much, their lights shining brighter, but I shied away from identities.
Further out. More…
Suddenly… blinding light, piercing, pulsing, shining colour. Burning. Pain, fear confusion… oh god!
I couldn't stop the song. The magic pushed at this source, surrounding it. Finding it. I couldn't stop singing.
Buildings with a hundred floors,
Swinging with revolving doors.
Maybe I don't know where they'll take me!
Gotta keep movin' on, movin' on.
Fly away.
Break away!
I'll spread my wings and I'll lean how to fly.
I'll do what it takes, 'till I touch the sky.
Make a wish, take a chance, make a change,
And break away.
Out of the darkness and into the sun.
But I won't forget the place I come from.
I gotta, take a risk, take a chance, make a change,
And break away.
Breakaway.
Breakaway…
I let the last note trail away. Eyes closed, the wave of energy retracted back into my body. Layers upon layers of information filled my mind. I only cared about one though.
Where are you?
Finally opening my eyes, I saw the faces of the glee club. Staring at me. Rachel had what looked to be a broken pencil in her hand, gazing at me in shock.
Shit.
"That…" Mr Shue looked like he'd seen a ghost, though colour was slowly returning and a grin was stretching across his face. "That was… incredible." He breathed out the last word on a sigh.
Oh shit, shit, shit! I was in trouble now. In my pocket I felt my phone start to vibrate.
I couldn't look at anyone else, though I knew they were still staring. Bigger things filled my mind as I quickly got my bag from next to Kurt, practically running from the room with a rushed apology and a promise to meet Kurt in gym.
I set off down the hall, following the faint trail of magic in the air. Searching…searching.
My phone started to vibrate again and I answered it absently.
"You were singing?" My brother's extremely pissed off voice sounded in my ear.
"Yes, Devlin, I was singing." I sighed, wearily.
"You, were, singing!"
"I was in perfect control. There's nothing to worry about. And I'll sing if I damn well want to." Left turn, follow the trail.
"Bullshit Wren! I could feel that from here! You were pouring far too much into it! You know better then that!"
"I was in control, Dev. I put a lot into it to scramble the readings I was getting. That's all. Give me a break, brother, I do know what I'm doing." I stopped walking. Far door on the left. Finish the argument first.
"You'd better, sister, because I'm not bringing you back again." He growled.
"Yeah, yeah, whatever. I've got to go. Important stuff to do." Rolling my eyes, I hung up before he could continue his rant. Honestly, almost die one time and everyone's freaking out over nothing.
But there were other things going on right now.
The door lead to a locker room, male, from the smell of it. Only one inhabitant. That made it easier I guess.
I walked silently around the lockers until I could see him.
A red lettermen jacket covered his tall, sturdy frame and short brown hair, hugged his head as he lent against the lockers. Propped up on one arm, the other hand fiddled with something in his locker as he stared longingly, a glazed look on his face.
He hadn't seen me yet, so I moved quietly behind him to see what he was looking at.
I guess I wasn't really surprised to see a picture of Kurt stuck to the back of the locker, though why the jock was holding a wedding topper in his hand as he looked at it was currently beyond me.
This kid needed help. Everything in his aura right now screamed for it. The question was, now that I was sure who it was I'd felt, did I really want to help him? After what I'd seen him do, how I'd seen him handle his emotions when he'd hurt Kurt. Did I?
I saw him sigh, another wave of emotion rolled from him, and my heart suddenly ached.
He was lost, confused and angry about it. He didn't know how to handle what he was feeling. And he was in pain. Did I want to help him? Yes. Could I help him? One way to find out.
"You know, just from an outside perspective, he might respond better if you stopped shoving him into lockers."