Hi, this is taylor-the-generic-opera, the author of this fic!
I really like the idea of this story for some reason. I don't know why.
But this chapter is supposed to be from Finn's P.O.V. Reviews are always welcome!
It wasn't as if we wanted to be owls. I mean, sure, it was cool to be able to fly and stuff, but still. How would you want to be covered in feathers and not be able to talk to anyone but other owls?
It was so weird. We were practicing for Nationals, and we were doing great. And then suddenly, poof! We were owls. We were different kinds of owls, too. It wasn't really that big of a surprise, but it still would've been cool if we all looked the same.
Figgins came in and screamed right after it happened. He said something about calling Animal Control, I don't really remember exactly. But Mr. Schue tried to explain that we had no idea what was going on. He was a big white owl with black spots and yellow eyes, like the one in Harry Potter. What? I liked the movies as a kid. Don't judge me.
Anyways, Mr. Schue ended up scaring Figgins so much that he just passed out. Lucky for us, a few owls were passing by the windows and saw us all trapped in there. A huge gray owl rammed into the window, busting through and shattering the glass everywhere. It was pretty awesome. He told us to fly out with the rest of his team. Well, he called it a chaw, but team sounds cooler, and then I had no clue what a chaw was.
But the thing is, we didn't know how to fly. Another owl that looked like Mr. Schue – well, she was smaller, but still the same – quickly explained the basics to us. How to flap our wings, how to go faster and how to slow down. It was surprisingly easy to do. It was kind of embarrassing though to be learning from someone younger than us.
We all got through the broken window without hurting ourselves. It actually hurt our eyes, flying in the day, but we didn't question anything that these strange owls told us to do. It'd be rude. After all, they had saved us. When they finally stopped, it was probably around five in the afternoon. Mom was probably worried about me. Heck, all our parents were probably worried about us. But we couldn't exactly go home to them as owls.
We settled down in one of the old, abandoned factories that was on the edge of Lima. Shoes or something used to be made there, I don't remember what my mom said. But looking around at everyone, I kind of figured out who was who.
Mercedes and Kurt stuck together, as always. Mercedes was a tall owl with yellow eyes and ear tuft things, kind of like horns. Her feathers were a mix of black and tan – or was it brown? – and some white thrown in. Kurt, on the other hand, was smaller than her. But that wasn't a surprise, he was as small as some others. His feathers were reddish, with some black and white, and yellow eyes.
Puck stood by me. He was a huge owl, bigger than me. He was mostly muscle, by the looks of it. If that was possible for an owl. His feathers were a white-tan with black spots, and he had things on his head like Mercedes did, and orange eyes. Well, I think they were orange. They had a hint of yellow, but I still think they were orange.
Brittany and Santana stood next to each other, close to Quinn. Santana was different, with reddish and white feathers and a matching heart-shaped face that looked gray and had dark eyes that were almost black. Brittany was smaller and black and white and had yellow eyes. Quinn was even smaller than Brittany, and looked really fluffy and kind of had a big head with yellow eyes. She looked kind of cute, but also kind of vicious at the same time.
Mike and Tina stood by each other, close to Sam, who was standing by Artie and close enough to their girlfriends. Mike's feathers were dark, and he had this weird white V thing on his face, kind of like eyebrows. He also had these scary-looking orange eyes. Tina was tiny, with a long tail and reddish and white feathers with big yellow eyes. Sam was medium-sized and had a scary-looking white face with dark eyes and reddish and white feathers. Artie was smaller, but had long legs that looked strong enough. He kept walking around, probably because he wasn't used to being able to walk. He had brown feathers with white spots and had yellow eyes.
Rachel stood close enough by me, but she stayed her distance because of Quinn's glaring. Rachel was a really small owl, with gray and white feathers and a head in the shape of a sideways eight. She had these bright yellow eyes, almost golden to me. Then again, she had always liked golden necklaces. Maybe that was how I could tell.
"Hey, Finn. Dude, you okay?" I broke out of my thoughts and turned my head to Puck. Not my body, just my head. It was weird, but it felt cool.
"Yeah, I'm just thinkin'." He nodded, turning his eyes towards the moon that had just come up. I had a feeling he was thinking about Lauren, but I could've been wrong.
"Hey, what do I look like?" I asked him, blinking. He looked at me, tilting his head.
"Well, you've got orange eyes. And you're tall, but not too tall. And you've got black-slash-tan-slash-white feathers, and these horn things on your head." I smiled a little. Even though I looked weird in my head, I bet I was some special, awesome owl.
"Thanks, man," I sighed, patting him with the tip of my wing. Puck smiled a bit, picking up a foot and making a fist. I copied, and we bumped them. We both smiled, and I let out a small laugh. Even though we were owls now, we could still pull a fist bump. It was our symbol of broship, the sign that everything was fine.
I looked over at Mr. Schue talking to the owls that had rescued us. He really did know how to take care of us, kind of like a dad. I'd always thought of him like one in a way. He was always there for us, and knew what to say when we needed it. He looked out for us.
The big gray one ruffled his feathers before falling asleep. The small white one looked at him in confusion. Obviously she wasn't used to sleeping at night. Kurt yawned and settled against Mercedes, smiling as Rachel took his other side. All of us Gleeks began to huddle close together, falling asleep one by one. Before I did, though, I looked up. Mr. Schue was on one side of the window we had flown in, keeping watch alongside an owl that looked like Santana, but with a really white face.
Rachel let out a small yawn, and I realized how bell-like her voice sounded now. Puck settled next to her, and I sat next to him. Quinn took my other side. Mercedes drifted off, and Brittany and Santana leaned against each other in between Artie and Sam. Mike and Tina were together, next to Artie.
I thought before I actually fell asleep. As long as we were together, everything was fine. It didn't really matter where we were, or what we were, really. We were New Directions. We'd been through worse together, and we'd get out of this the same way.