Rated T for offensive language, mild sex themes, scattered violence, offensive nicknames, and drama.
I'll post author's notes at the end of every chapter.
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Happy Holidays
"Hello, hot stuff," Janie said seductively, sitting beside Blaine at a lounge on karaoke night. Blaine was already sitting with Alyssa and Quinn. Janie put a hand on his shoulder, and he shook it off. "They're singing duets up there, Blainey. We rock duets. Think of last December when we sang 'Baby, It's Cold Outside' at the Kings Island Christmas Spectacular."
"You weren't the only person I sang that song with," Blaine pointed out.
Janie scoffed. "Who? Kurt? That would have been hot, but he can't sing better than -"
"He has a gorgeous voice, Janie," Blaine snapped.
"Yeah, gorgeous for a woman's voice," Janie muttered. "Come on, just sing with me."
"I don't want to sing with you," Blaine said coolly.
Janie sat back and crossed her arms. "A guy would kill to sing with me."
"Well, I'm not like other guys. Remember? I'm gay," Blaine said with a sarcastic smile. "I don't want to sing with you. I don't even want to talk to you. You're a horrible person. I wonder if anyone's ever told you that."
"People that are jealous of me," Janie said to the side. Alyssa was secretly enjoying watching a girl like Janie getting the cold shoulder from a boy as gorgeous as Blaine, whether Blaine was gay or not. "So you really don't want to sing tonight?" Janie persisted.
Blaine shook his head. "No, I do want to sing. Just not with you."
"Then who do you want to sing with?" Janie asked curiously, raising an eyebrow.
"I want to sing with Alyssa," Blaine said, smiling kindly at the shy girl. Alyssa's heart pounded hard. Janie laughed.
"Wait. Her?" she said, pointing at Alyssa. "You'll sing with her and not me? That's like… hooking up with Jennifer Aniston when you can have Angelina Jolie!"
"I hear she has a nice voice," Blaine said. He took her to the front of the lounge, and Alyssa panicked. There were so many people just staring at them. She tried to pull herself free from Blaine's grip, but he gave her wrist a tight squeeze and grabbed, first a microphone for her, and then one for himself. "Ah, here's a good one," he said, looking at the song title that came up.
Quinn grinned at Janie, who was slumped miserably in her chair.
Blaine began, "Oh, the weather outside is frightful, but the fire is so delightful. But since we've no place to go: let it snow! Let it snow! Let it snow! It doesn't show signs of stopping, and I've brought some corn for popping. The lights are turned way down low." He winked, and Alyssa blushed. "Let it snow! Let it snow! Let it snow!"
Alyssa took a deep breath and carried on from where he left off, "When we finally kiss good night, how I'll hate going out in the storm. But if you really hold me tight, all the way home I'll be warm. Now the fire is slowly dying, and, my dear, we're still good byeing. But as long as you love me so: let it snow! Let it snow! Let it snow!"
Then Blaine and Alyssa sang together, "When we finally kiss good night, how I'll hate going out in the storm. But if you really hold me tight, all the way home I'll be warm. Oh, the weather outside is frightful, but the fire is so delightful. And since we've no place to go: let it snow! Let it snow! Let it snow! Let it snow! Let it snow! Let it snow! Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow." When they finished, everyone in the lounge applauded. Blaine flashed his gorgeous pearly-whites at Alyssa, and she quickly looked away. She smiled shyly at the audience.
"You make a great duet partner," Blaine said, he leaned forward and kissed her softly on the cheek. Alyssa sighed after Blaine walked away. A boy had just kissed her cheek – a gay boy, but still. She felt pathetic for being so excited about that.
"Now hold up," Santana said, holding up a hand. She was sitting a few tables away from where Quinn was sitting. "Did Hobbit just kiss her?"
Trey shrugged his shoulders. "That's what it looked like to me."
"Hobbit's gay. What the hell?" Santana wanted to know.
"It was to be friendly," Trey suggested. "It wasn't on the lips."
"Nah. I don't believe it. I feel like I'm seeing things, or at least I felt like I was seeing things. Until you proved to me that I wasn't crazy," Santana said, trying to shake the image of Blaine kissing Alyssa from her mind.
Quinn and Alyssa stood up and walked over to pour themselves some more hot chocolate. Santana tapped Quinn on the shoulder to get their attention. "Hey guys. Happy holidays," she said with a false, sweet smile. "I was hoping you would come over and hang."
"Hello, Santana," Quinn said, attempting to be polite. She smiled at Trey. "Hi."
"The way you're hanging out makes it look like a regular girl's night out, but Alyssa could tell me otherwise," Santana said. "I just saw her kissing Blaine. You go girl. You must feel awfully accomplished, having been the girl to turn a gay guy straight and all. Quinn must feel awkward being around you on such a romantic night. Where's your man Jesse, Q?"
"It's not a romantic night for Alyssa. Blaine just kissed her on the cheek because he enjoyed singing a duet with her. Jesse had plans tonight," Quinn said. Actually, Jesse had refused to come with the girls tonight because he'd seen Alyssa before, and told Quinn that he couldn't be in the same room with her without saying something condescending and hurtful. It was good he wasn't present.
"Aw, what a shame," Santana said, placing a hand on her heart. "I would have liked to see Jesse. He's just my favorite person in the world, you know." Ha. That was far from true. Santana had hated Jesse St. James from the day he criticized her 'Back To Black' performance.
"I'm actually glad to be away from him," Quinn said. "He's kind of possessive. I hate it when guys are like that."
"Don't I know it," Santana laughed, continuing to play the 'straight girl' role.
"It's colder than usual out this December," Trey pointed out, shivering from the chilly air when the door opened. Brittany entered the lounge, pushing her boyfriend in his wheelchair. She smiled widely when she saw the four people from Glee that were there.
"Oh my gosh! Santana! Trey, Alyssa, Quinn. What a surprise!" she said excitably.
Santana's heart broke the way it did every time she saw Brittany with Artie. "Hi!"
She stood up and gave the girl of her dreams a huge hug, but then tore away as quickly as possible so it wasn't obvious she was a lesbian. Artie still knew. He'd had a feeling for a while now. He watched Santana cautiously as she sat back down beside her "boyfriend" Trey.
"What do you guys want from Santa this year?" Brittany asked, sitting down as well.
Alyssa looked at Artie, and he shook his head urgently at her, so she said, "Um, I'm not sure, actually. Haven't really thought about it."
"I want Jesse to stop telling me I'm beautiful every five minutes," Quinn chuckled.
"A car," Trey laughed.
You, Santana thought, gazing dreamily into Brittany's dark blue eyes.
"I want It's A Small World," Brittany explained. "I want the actual ride in my bedroom so I can hear the song whenever I want."
Things just became better (or more awkward) when Mike and Tina entered the lounge!
"Wow!" Mike said excitedly, and Brittany waved them over to the table.
Tina looked uncomfortable when she made eye contact with Artie. He returned a worried look that Santana noticed. She knew that Tina and Artie were starting to get feelings for each other again, which was wonderful. Brittany would be free from four-eyes' crippled clutches in no time. Tina clung tightly to Mike, and the two of them stood next to Quinn and Alyssa between the cups of hot chocolate and the table Santana, Trey, and Brittany sat at.
"Mike, what do you want for Christmas?" Brittany asked cheerfully.
"Taylor Lautner to stop modeling for posters and magazine covers," Mike chuckled wishfully. "Everyone knows my abs are better than his."
"I know that's true," Brittany said, and Alyssa nodded in agreement.
Puck and Lauren came in after that, and Brittany almost screamed with excitement.
"Who planned this?" she asked, grabbing Santana's shoulders and shaking her enthusiastically. Santana turned red in the face with admiration, and quickly looked away from the girl she loved. "I love this!" Brittany said, letting go of Santana and giving Puck and Lauren a high five. "How is it that everyone's here? Did everyone know to be here?"
"Was there a memo on facebook or something?" Mike asked. "I didn't even see it."
"Oh, he's in a dentist office in Sydney, Australia," Brittany assured him. "Don't worry. Marlin and Dory will find him."
Mike exchanged a confused look with Tina. Santana laughed into her hand.
"Happy Hanukkah, ya'all," Puck said, putting his arm around Lauren's shoulders.
Just then the door opened again and Finn and Rachel entered the lounge! Brittany jumped up from her seat, ran over, and gave them both a big hug. "Look at our big happy family!" she said, putting her arms around them. Everyone cheered for them.
"I expect this kind of reaction every time I enter a room," Rachel beamed.
Behind Finn and Rachel entered Mr. Schue and Coach Beiste! "Oh my goodness, how awkward," Artie laughed, but he clapped his hands and said, "Mr. Schue! Coach Beiste!"
"Wow, isn't this a surprise?" Mr. Schue exclaimed, grinning widely at his students.
"Happy holidays, you guys!" Coach Beiste added with a smile on her face.
"Who knew everyone was gonna be here tonight?" Mr. Schue asked.
"Not quite everyone," Quinn said. "No Kurt, Mercedes, Sam, or Bryce."
"Someone text 'em," Puck suggested. "The party doesn't start 'til everyone's here."
Everyone got out their cell phones and sent text messages to Kurt, Mercedes, Sam, and Bryce and told them where they were so that they would stop by too. "Anyone get a text back?" Mr. Schue asked five minutes later while everyone was still waiting for them.
"Yeah, me, I did," Brittany said, raising her hand. "Mercedes said they're coming."
"Who?" Mr. Schue asked.
"Mercedes, Sam, and Kurt," Brittany replied.
"I got Bryce," Finn volunteered. "He said he's on his way. He's almost here now."
The door opened, and Bryce entered the lounge. Brittany nearly smothered him when she jumped on and hugged him. New Directions cheered, and then five minutes later Mercedes, Sam, and Kurt walked in the door. Alyssa observed Kurt's long red winter coat. His pink lips and ivory skin looked pretty after having been outside in the cold air. Sam's blond hair was neat, and he was dressed in a blue coat. Mercedes' coat was a sassy pink color.
"What do you guys want for Christmas? From Santa?" Brittany asked eagerly.
Mercedes and Sam chuckled. Mercedes said, "Non-fattening French fries?"
"Blond hair dye that doesn't fade every few weeks," Sam pointed out.
"You want me to ask Santa for something?" Kurt asked, making a face. "Fine. Well, I may as well start praying and accept Jesus into my heart too while I'm at it." Quinn frowned.
"Nice Christmas spirit, Kurt," Brittany said with a frown, and Mr. Schue sighed.
"Come on, Kurt. It's December. 'Tis the season to be jolly," he reminded him.
"Right. Christmas." Kurt nodded. "The holiday celebrating the birth of a fictitious man who screwed up my entire life. Such a special occasion."
"You're kinda ruining the mellow here," said Puck, who had been in a good mood.
"I'm sorry," Kurt apologized. "But there's nothing for me to be thankful about this year. I've just been really stressed out lately. Tell Santa he can kidnap a GAP employee named Jeremiah and hold him hostage in the North Pole."
"You'll never guess who was kissing Blaine tonight," Santana said, smirking at Alyssa, who shook her head pleadingly. Kurt chuckled bitterly.
"Jeremiah, right? Yeah, I know. Where are they now? I'd like to see them."
"Blaine left a little while ago," Quinn said, staring cautiously at Santana, ready to get into a mad cat fight if she dared tell Kurt about Blaine's kissing Alyssa.
"Oh. You should have told him I said hi," Rachel said with a big smile.
Everyone gave her a look, and then Kurt shook his head and sat down at a nearby table. "I know everyone's real excited about us all being here, but I just can't get excited the way I used to be able to. I enjoy being in the company of all of you, but please respect that I don't feel like talking right now."
Everyone ignored Kurt for most of the evening and engaged in more cheerful conversations and topics. Most everyone was crowded around the table that Santana, Trey, Brittany, and now Puck, Lauren, Finn, and Rachel were sitting at. Sam, Mercedes, and Bryce were on their knees against the table, and Quinn, Alyssa, Mike, and Tina were still standing. Mr. Schue and Coach Beiste were standing beside them, and Artie was in his wheelchair next to Brittany's seat. Mr. Schue was talking enthusiastically to Mike about his mad dance skills.
Somewhere during the get-together, Santana stood up and walked over to Kurt's table. Alyssa turned around and watched in horror as Santana sat down beside the beautiful boy, and whispered something in his ear. After Santana spoke, she looked up and smirked wickedly right at Alyssa. Alyssa clenched her fists when she saw Kurt's reaction. He glared at her. He glared at her in a way that told her he hated her. Hated her with a passion. All Alyssa knew at that moment was that the boy she was in love with hated her, and that she hated Santana. Santana had lied about her! Kurt probably thought that Blaine had kissed Alyssa on the lips the way that he'd kissed Rachel in February when he was drunk, and Alyssa was too shy to tell him otherwise. Alyssa decided that she would stay glued to Quinn's hip when she left the lounge that evening in hopes that Kurt wouldn't catch and strangle her to death with his collection of designer scarves. That would be a hot way to die, but still, she wanted to live a little longer.
Tina and Artie couldn't stop glancing at each other every few seconds. They made sure they did it while Mike and Brittany weren't paying attention, even though they didn't really have to worry about Brittany. If she saw them looking at each other, she wouldn't think anything of it. Mike had his arm around Tina all night, so it was obvious that he adored her with all his heart. Tina regretted having feelings for Artie; she wanted to adore Mike as much as he adored her. Yes, she loved Mike. But she also loved Artie. More. Why? Artie was small and nerdy, and he couldn't do the things for her that Mike could. Mike was handsome, built, and cool. But Artie brought her back to the beginning of New Directions. He'd been there along with her for the ride since day one, and they'd gone through so much together.
Slowly, the Gleeks left. Puck and Lauren were the first couple to leave, followed by Finn and Rachel. Bryce left next, and Sam, Mercedes, and Kurt left after him. Then Quinn and Alyssa went, and then Artie, Brittany, Santana, Trey, Mike, and Tina. Mr. Schue and Coach Beiste were the last from McKinley there. "Wow," Mr. Schue said, smiling. "I did not expect to see everyone here tonight. I guess we all really do think alike."
Coach Beiste smiled weakly. "I know you wanted to see this as a happy evening, Will," she said, "but I could sense hurt and pain from several of the students. Not everyone was happy, and I know you could feel it too. Honestly, only a few of them had Christmas spirit."
Will nodded. "I did feel it, Shannon. Kurt's been miserable for months, and it's depressing. He used to be so full of joy and life. Maybe he should have stayed at Dalton. It was doing good things for him, while he was there."
"His attitude has taken a toll on some of the other students as well," Coach Beiste said.
"Yes, Alyssa always seems concerned about him," Will noticed. "And Santana and Bryce seem upset. Tina and Artie seem uneasy. What is it? What is going on? We're a family. I wish they would share their problems with me; I really do. I don't know what it is; is it Sectionals? Everything's falling a part here. They could at least tell Miss Pillsbury –"
Coach Beiste stiffened at the mention of Miss Pillsbury, and Will shook his head. He could tell she thought he had feelings for Emma. Well, he did. Truth be told. But he was never going to act upon those feelings. Never again. "Look," he said with a smile. He gazed up at the ceiling, at the evergreen decoration right above them. "Mistletoe." They kissed each other.
"Merry Christmas, Will," Coach Beiste said, and then Will took her hand. The two of them left the lounge together.
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Dear Journal, William Schuester doesn't want Shannon Beiste. He doesn't want Emma Pillsbury. He doesn't want April Rhodes, Shelby Corcoran, Terri Delmonico, Holly Holiday, or Brenda Castle. No. William Schuester wants Sue Sylvester. I am simply writhing with agony. When is he going to come to the realization that he's wasting his time with She-Hulk? When is he going to realize that he wants me? I already know the answer to that question, Journal. He knows. He knows right now. He's just denying it because he knows it will never work out between us. He knows better than to have feelings for a married woman. He learned his lesson well after having had lusted after Elmo while she was married to that dentist. I am married, Journal. I'm married, and he's intimidated because I am a strong-willed, independent woman in a position of power.
"There's someone here to see you, Coach!" Becky announced from the doorway of Sue's office.
"Well, bring 'em in," Sue instructed, and when Becky did, Sue scowled.
"My darling!" Doris Sylvester exclaimed, spreading her arms, gesturing in a way that said she wanted to give her daughter a hug. "It's almost Christmas, and I haven't seen you for quite a while! Why don't you stand up and give your ol' mother a hug?"
"Have you even heard, Mother?" Sue snapped. "Do you even know?"
"Know what?" Doris asked.
"About Jean," Sue answered. "Do you even know that she died?"
"Oh yeah, I heard all about that," Doris said, and Sue's blood boiled with hatred.
So? So that was it? Just an 'Oh yeah, I heard all about that'? No 'Oh my goodness, I'm so sorry about that!' Not even a 'Yes, it broke my heart!' Did Doris even care that her oldest daughter had passed away earlier that year? Or was she actually glad? Relieved that she no longer had to worry about an offspring with Down's Syndrome? "Please leave, Mother."
"Hey, I just got here!" Doris pointed out, throwing her hands up defensively.
"Yes, and I just asked you to get out!" Sue barked. "I'm already haunted enough by you in my thoughts. I don't need you to haunt me in my own office."
"Is it your time of month or something?" Doris demanded to know. "Because I thought at your age, you'd be through menstruating already."
Sue hated her mother more and more with every word she uttered. "Get out!"
"I'll be out of your hair once you tell me what your problem is," Doris promised.
"My problem is you, Mom," Sue said, standing up and intimidating her mother. She was much taller, even if she wasn't any scarier. "Always has been. Always will be. You're the reason I'm so cruel to people. I thought I expressed this to you at my wedding. Obviously I wasn't clear enough, or else you wouldn't be here standing in front of me right now."
"I came here to wish my only living daughter a merry Christmas," Doris said.
"How does it make you feel, Mom?" Sue was curious. "Do you feel shamed at all that your daughter died before you? That the child had to go before the mother? Do you have any regrets? Does it mean anything to you?"
"You want me dead. That's what I think you're telling me," Doris said, crossing her arms. "I can't change the fact that it was Jean's time to go. It's not my fault! I didn't kill her!"
It was all Sue could do not to cry. "No, but you were never there to comfort her while she needed you. You've always been embarrassed by her, Mother. You will never admit it, but you were. You were always embarrassed to have a child with a disability. You were embarrassed by her the way you were embarrassed by me. And now that I'm finally done mourning, and I've come to terms with Jean's death, you've come back to throw me right back into that grievous state of depression! My life is difficult enough. You don't have to do this to me!"
"Do what to you?" Doris shouted. "It's not my fault that I walk into a room, and all you can think of is Jean. I'm not Jean, Sue. And you shouldn't go off on me just because I wasn't there at her funeral. I didn't even find out she was dead until after the funeral!"
"You could have known beforehand," Sue chuckled bitterly. "Maybe I would have told you about her death if you had been a better mother to her. Tell me this, Mom: How many times do I have to say I hate you until you finally take a hint and never come back to torture me ever again? I want you out of Lima. I want you out of Ohio. I want you out of the United States. I want you back in Israel. I want you anywhere else; hunting Nazis as you should be."
"Fine." Doris redeemed herself and collected every bit of dignity she'd had before entering this office. "I won't wish you a merry Christmas then. I hope you have the worst Christmas ever, like you deserve. You are a terrible daughter, Sue. I wish you every bit of misery and woe that there is on this planet."
"I should have enough to make up for your lack of it," Sue said with a scowl.
"Good bye, Sue," Doris said, turning around and heading toward the door. "This time, when I leave, I'm never coming back. You won't be able to change your mind and beg for me to come back." Sue shook her head firmly.
"You don't have to worry, Mother. I'll never beg for you to come back," she promised.
"Be that way." Doris glared for a second at Becky, and then exited the office.
"Are you alright, Coach?" Becky asked in the stunned silence. Sue was always upset, but Becky had never seen her like this. Sue shook her head.
"No, I'm not okay, Becky," she said honestly. "I hate the holidays. Christmas is supposed to be beautiful, but it's terrible all at the same time. It brings back unwanted memories and family members. All I know is that I never want to see that woman again."
"I'm sorry, Coach," Becky said quietly, and Sue smiled kindly at her.
"You have nothing to be sorry about, Becky," she said. "If anyone deserves to have a merry Christmas, it's you."
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"Finn's not here," Kurt told Rachel at the front door. "He went Christmas shopping. He asked me to come with, but I just wasn't really in the mood. I feel bad. He desperately needs my help."
"Well, I came to give him a present," Rachel said, holding a small box. Inside was a brand new football. She'd seen the old, battered one he kicked around in the backyard. "Even though Christmas presents aren't really my thing; I'm more of a Hanukah-kind-of person. But after putting lots of thought into it, I've come to accept that my boyfriend is Christian."
Kurt smiled. "Why don't you come in? As funny as it would be to watch, I don't believe you deserve to freeze out there in the cold."
Rachel laughed, and entered the house. "Kurt, are we friends?"
"Sometimes I think so," Kurt sighed, going over to the kitchen and pouring some hot chocolate for the guest. "But sometimes I can't stand you. I suppose that's only natural. After all, you and I are the two biggest divas in Glee Club."
"You're more popular than I am," Rachel pointed out. "You've always known that."
Kurt nodded. "But you're more talented, as much as I hate to admit it."
"I may not always act like it, but I really care about you, Kurt," Rachel said.
Kurt handed her the hot chocolate and smiled weakly. "I know."
"I talked to Quinn, which is something I wouldn't normally do," Rachel exhaled.
"What about?" Kurt was curious.
"Alyssa," Rachel replied, and Kurt rolled his eyes. Rachel continued, "She sang a duet with Blaine at the karaoke bar. He kissed her on the cheek, and Santana decided to sabotage her by telling you that it was something more than that. Quinn said that Alyssa was too sad to tell you herself."
Kurt's facial expression softened. "She's a nice girl," he sighed. "I can't believe she would let someone walk all over her like that."
"You mean like you let Karofsky walk all over you?" Rachel asked.
"You don't know anything about me and Karofsky," Kurt said quietly.
"Actually, I do," Rachel argued. "Burt told Finn, and Finn told me."
Kurt's eyes widened for a split second. "Well, I knew it was going to get around eventually," he said in defeat. "Does everyone know now?"
"A few other people," Rachel winced apologetically. "I only told them because Karofsky's been picking on you again. It's weird; he started out senior year attending a few of your PFLAG meetings, and now he's a jerk again. He's dating that Riley girl." Kurt chuckled darkly, and Rachel smiled weakly. "Merry Christmas, Kurt."
"Happy Holidays, Rachel Berry," he replied, and they raised their hot chocolates.
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Author's Note: Don't worry. I'm going to update "TwiLight It Up!" very soon. I've been extremely busy lately; learning to drive and going back to school. The only reason I'm updating this is because I wrote it back in June. I'm not sure when, but soon I'm going to post on my profile page the titles of future Glee fiction I'm going to write and post on . Again, I'm not sure when it'll be, but I've got a lot of Glee stuff coming up. The Sue scene was very dramatic. :/