A/N: Hey, everyone. It's me, KitCatKat, and I'm back with the latest installment of Glee: the Next Generation. I intended to post this last night, but I had an unexpected orthodontist appointment from hell (don't ask). Anyways, here it is: the longest chapter I've written thus far. I hope it will amaze, thrill, and shock you. If not, no harm done, but I'm really hoping it does. Also, translation at the bottom, as usual.
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or any of Adam Lambert's songs, no matter how much I dream of it. The following songs are used in this chapter: "Time for Miracles", "Pick U Up", "Music Again", "Sleepwalker", "If I Had You", "Strut", and "Fever" (my personal favourite)
Also, a big shoutout to my bestest friend ever, Moonie! I love you, child! Yo! (ugh, that didn't really work out. Whatever.)
Jacob Gonzalez POV
ADAM LAMBERT
I had to check twice to make sure that I had read that right. When I was sure that I had, I all but jumped up and squealed like a little girl. Other than Lady Gaga, of course, Adam Lambert was my favourite singer. I admired his boldness and theatricality. Oh, and his talent, too. Anyways, I was so stoked to sing Lambert that I barely paid attention to what Mr. Schue said next.
"Now, I know several of you used Adam Lambert songs for your auditions, and I want to let you know that you'll still be able to use those songs." Several people cheered, but he silenced them, saying, "However, I want you to change things up a bit. This week, you will need to sing a duet with another New Directions member. In addition, you will also need to step up your performances by creating fun and dramatic costumes that channel your inner "Glambert". Remember, this week's competition isn't just about singing the song. It's about selling your performance like Adam does. I want to see how confident you all are, and how willing you are to push the boundaries. Last week was about changing, but this week is about showing me who you guys are as performers. Our coaches will help you with choreography. Now, go out and create something to wow me."
As soon as he finished, I immediately knew what song I wanted to sing and who would be my partner, if he agreed. I thought he would, but I wasn't sure, so I devised a plan to convince him to join me. As soon as Glee Club was over, I hurried to catch up to Cable, who was sitting close to the door, so he was one of the first ones out. I had to propose my song choice to him before someone else did.
Cable Aldwin POV
I hurried out of Glee as soon as Mr. Schue dismissed us. I wanted to get home and start planning my routine for the Adam Lambert performance. I was probably going to have to sing with my brother, which would be uncomfortable, but since I wasn't the most popular, it would be inevitable. I dreamed of singing with Sloan, but I knew he would never because he was straight and liked Rachel. They would probably sing a duet with each other, a fact that I would just have to face. I was going to have to get used to singing by myself or with people I couldn't actually have feelings towards.
Suddenly I heard somebody calling my name. I turned to see who it was and nearly bumped into Jacob Gonzalez, the mysterious Spanish student. I was amazed by his and Taylor's rendition of "Man in the Mirror", and his range was simply spectacular, but I was wondering what he would want with me.
"Hey, Cable!" Jacob said, winking at me. "How ya doing?"
"Um, fine, Jacob," I responded politely. "Just heading to my car. I need to work on my Adam Lambert song."
He smiled. "It's Jake, and that's what I wanted to talk to you about. I don't have a partner, and I was wondering if you'd like to sing with me. I have costumes already planned out, and I know the perfect song."
"Oh?" I asked him, curious about what song the flamboyant Jake would pick.
"'Fever'," he said, and I almost laughed. Apparently, he could sense my hesitation, because he added, "Don't worry, it'll be fun. I've talked to Coach Pierce, and she's helped with a routine that isn't too...provocative, shall we say. Coach Hummel will help us with the vocals, as he has an amazing range. I've got it all worked out. What do you think?"
I contemplated this option for a second. Sure, I'd get to perform with someone other than my brother, and Jake was pretty hot, but I wasn't sure if I wanted to risk coming out to the whole school. I knew that my brother would protect me as well as he could, but I didn't know how badly I would be bullied. Although, I might as well let the whole school know because they would eventually figure it out.
"Sure! I'd love to work with you! When do you wanna start rehearsing?" I asked Jake.
"How about now? Where do you want to practice? My house? Your house?"
I took a deep breath. "Well, my parents wouldn't be too keen on me bringing a guy home, even if it is for school purposes, so I guess your house would work. I'll text my brother to let him know that he can drive home."
Jake smiled and said, "Sounds muy bueno." After I sent Bryson the text, he added, "All right, let's go!"
With that, the two of us walked towards Jake's car and went to his house.
Rachel Sparks POV
I waited in the choir room with Sloan after Glee practice. He asked me to do a duet with him, and I accepted it, of course. I was anxious to see what he picked for a song.
"Okay, so what song are we singing?" I asked Sloan, batting my eyes as an attempt to flirt with him.
"Um, uh, 'Time for Miracles', from the '2012' soundtrack," Sloan told me, sounding nervous. I wondered if my flirting had made him upset until he winked at me and handed sheet music to me. He motioned to the piano player who never seemed to leave the room, and instantly the song began to play.
Sloan had the first verse:
It's late at night and I can't sleep
Missing you just runs too deep
Oh I can't breathe thinking of your smile
Every kiss I can't forget
This aching heart ain't broken yet
Oh God I wish I could make you see
'Cause I know this flame isn't dying
So nothing can stop me from trying
Baby you know that
Maybe it's time for miracles
'Cause I ain't giving up on love
You know that
Maybe it's time for miracles
'Cause I ain't giving up on love
No I ain't giving up on us
I just wanna be with you
'Cause living is so hard to do
When all I know is trapped inside your eyes
The future I cannot forget
This aching heart ain't broken yet
Oh God I wish I could make you see
'Cause I know this flame isn't dying
So nothing can stop me from trying
Baby you know that
Maybe it's time for miracles
'Cause I ain't giving up on love
You know that
Maybe it's time for miracles
'Cause I ain't giving up on love
No I ain't giving up on us
Baby can you feel it coming
You know I can hear it hear all the souls
Baby can you feel me feel you...
You know it's time...
Baby you know that
Maybe it's time for miracles
'Cause I ain't giving up on love
You know that
Maybe it's time for miracles
'Cause I ain't giving up on love
You know
Maybe it's time for miracles
'Cause I ain't giving up on love
No I ain't giving up love
I ain't giving up no
No I ain't giving up on us
Sloan and I finished the song with our faces inches apart. There was an awkward silence before Sloan pulled his face away and cleared his throat.
"Erm, okay then. Great job. Maybe we should practice...another time?" Sloan said, not looking at me.
"S-sounds good," I replied. "I'll text you later."
With that, I walked away, trying to keep myself from skipping down the halls. Sloan and I had shared a moment. No matter how the competition turned out, I knew that I had won. I had gotten the guy.
Will Schuester POV
I stood on the stage one week later, ready to hear my students' performances. I checked over the list one last time before reading the pairings aloud.
"Okay, so first we have Sloan and Rachel, followed by Tristan and Emily, then Ash and Taylor. Next, we have Callum and Bree, then Luther and...Brianna? Anyways, after them we have Peyton and Zoe, and, last but certainly not least, Jacob and Cable. Does everybody know when they're going?" I took in the nods from everyone before stepping off stage and saying, "Sloan, Rachel? Whenever you're ready."
I listened to the first pair sing, and while they were very talented, I didn't think they truly understood the point of this assignment. I clapped politely with the rest of the audience before the next pair came on.
"We will be singing 'Pick U Up'," Tristan said, nodding to the band, and immediately an upbeat song began to play.
Emily belted out the first lines of the song while Tristan danced in the background.
Jumpin' out the window
Movin' on, groovin' on
Which way will the wind blow?
We can't be wrong, so say "So long"
Imma pick you up, Imma pick you up
Whatcha tryin' to say to me?
Catch the train at 2, what you try'na do?
Are you gonna play with me?
All my life, I've been waiting
Pass my time, procrastinating now
It's a trip, Imma flip
And flash right through the scene
Can't you see what I mean?
Breaking through the boundaries
Rollin' on, strollin' on
They won't ever find me
After all, we'll have a ball
Imma pick you up, Imma pick u up
We're gonna see where we can go
This is how I live, this is what I give
And you're the one I want to know
All my life, I've been waiting
Pass my time, procrastinating now
It's a trip, Imma flip
And flash right through the scene
Can't you see what I mean?
Tiny minded two-toned suckers
Same old faces make me shudder
Countless times I've screamed oh brother!
Where are you? I need someone to be my lover... !
All my life, I've been waiting
Pass my time, procrastinating now
It's a trip, Imma flip
And flash right through the scene
Can't you see what I mean?
It's a trip, Imma flip
And flash right through the scene
Can't you see what I mean... ?
I was more impressed with their performance than the previous, but I still felt like they were missing something. Their costumes, although beautiful, weren't exactly what I hoped for with this assignment. I sighed and hoped that the next duet would be better.
Ash Bryant POV
As Tristan and Emily finished up their song, I straightened out my costume and turned to face Taylor. She looked lovely with her miniature top hat, black dress, and knee-high laceup boots, which were all designed by her cousin, of course. Even though I wasn't a fan of heavy makeup, her eyes really popped with the thick black eyeliner layered around them. I thought I looked pretty sharp in my black studded jacket and dark grey skinny jeans paired with chained leather boots. My outfit was designed by Coach Hummel too, and I thought we would probably win this thing.
She caught my eyes as I was nonchalantly checking her out and smiled at me. "You look great! I love the eyeliner. It's a nice touch."
I stuck my tongue out at her and said, "You're one to talk. You have more makeup on than the local circus even owns." I walked closer to her. "Although," I added, "I think you look gorgeous."
She blushed. "Save the flirting for the stage, Romeo," she whispered in her adorable Southern drawl, and before we walked on stage from the wings, she kissed me on the cheek. "For good luck," Taylor explained as she turned away and shook her butt suggestively.
"Your costumes look great!" Mr. Schue told us. "What song are you both going to sing for us?"
Taylor smiled and winked at me before saying, "'Music Again'. We thought it would be a fun, funky song."
"All right, whenever you're ready," Mr. Schue said, and the music started to play. I had the first part, so I stood tall and tried to remember the words to the song.
I want your body, mind, soul, et cetera
And one day you'll see, you should give it to me
And I don't want anyone instead of ya
Oh babe I'm goin crazy, come on and give it to me
And I ain't never met nobody better-er
You're someone else's baby
I'm so sick of living for other people
Took meeting you to realize
I don't wanna lose ya, I wanna keep ya
Put your little hand in mine and
Look into my eyes, baby eyes
At this line, Taylor took my hand and looked into my eyes. I almost forgot the chorus as she winked at me and mouthed, "Good job!"
Oh you make me wanna listen to music again
Yeah you make me wanna listen to music again
There had been many moons before I met ya
And I ain't going nowhere
And now you give me back my raison d'être
And I'm inspired again
And I know in some ways we're kinda evil
Got my roots and you've got ties
But my heart's no stranger to upheaval
Put your little hand in mine and
Look into my eyes, baby eyes
Oh you make me wanna listen to music again
Yeah you make me wanna listen to music again
Ahhh music again
Look in to my eyes, baby eyes
You make me wanna listen to music again
Oh yeah oh yeah oh yeah wooh oh hey!
I'm so sick of living for other people
Took meeting you to realize
I don't wanna lose ya, I wanna keep ya
Put your little hand in mine and
Look into my eyes baby eyes, whoa
Oh, you make me wanna listen to music again, whoa
Yeah, you make me wanna listen to music again, whoa
Oh you make me wanna listen to music again, whoa
Yeah, you make me wanna listen to music again
Taylor and I finished the song holding hands and beaming at the crowd as they cheered loudly. I could see Mr. Schuester nod in approval, and I knew that we were definitely in the running for the competition. We walked to the wings, where Taylor immediately hugged me and said, "Wow, I had no idea you were so talented. We rocked it!"
I tried not to laugh at her praise. "Please," I told her. "If anyone rocked it, it was you. You're probably the best singer in the club. In any case, you're the prettiest."
She blushed again and said, "Well, you're fairly easy on the eyes as well."
"In that case," I said, lowering my voice, "would you like to go to Breadstix with me this Friday at 7? I'll pick you up."
Taylor beamed. "I'd love to! I can't wait!"
"Me either," I told her truthfully as we walked back to our seats, ready to watch the next performance.
Bree Tanner POV
"All right, I will scream if I have to see one more freaking feather in my life!" I nearly yelled as Zoe helped me put on my Adam Lambert costume. It was a dark blue sparkly dress with black feather details. Don't get me wrong, I loved my costume, as it had taken me the whole week to make, but apparently faux feathers don't stick well to fabric, especially not sequins. Oh well, at least it looked great and matched Callum's costume, which I also created.
Ah, Callum. He admitted to me that he had spied on Zoe and I earlier, and while it kinda freaked me out, I had to admit that it was rather flattering. Callum was cute, but I didn't see why he was into me. I mean, I was just a shy girl who spent my whole day dancing and writing songs. Oh well, I would never figure out guys.
Callum and I were terrified to go on after Ash and Taylor's spectacular performance. I mean, how do you follow an act like that? It would have been much easier if they had both sucked, but there was no way we could be as good as they were. Still, we would have to try, so after a quick hug, Callum and I walked onto the stage and waved to the crowd.
"Hi, everyone! We're gonna be singing 'Sleepwalker' now," I said, trying to feign cheerfulness, when really I was scared to death of performing.
"Sounds great!" Mr. Schue told us. "Let's see what you've got."
I took a deep breath before singing my lines and doing the moves that Mike had skillfully choreographed.
I saw a picture of you
Hanging in an empty hallway
I heard a voice that I knew
And I couldn't walk away
It took me back to the end
Of everything
I taste it all I taste it all
The tears again
Outside the rain's fallin' down
There's not a drop that hits me
Scream at the sky but no sound
Is leavin' my lips
It's like I can't even feel
After the way you touched me
I'm not asleep but I'm not awake
After the way you loved me
I can't turn this around
I keep running into walls that I can't break down
I said I just wander around
With my eyes wide shut because of you
I'm a sleepwalker walker walker walker
I'm a sleepwalker walker walker walker
Let me out of this dream
Everywhere that I go
I see another memory
And all the places we used to know
They're always there to haunt me
I walk around and I feel so lost and lonely
You're everything that I want
But you don't want me
I can't turn this around
I keep running into walls that I can't break down
I said I just wander around
With my eyes wide shut because of you
I'm a sleepwalker walker walker walker
I'm a sleepwalker walker walker walker
Let me out of this dream, dream
Let me out of this dream
I can't turn this around
I keep running into walls that I can't break down
I said I just wander around
With my eyes wide shut because of you
I'm a sleepwalker walker walker walker
I'm a sleepwalker walker walker walker
I'm a sleepwalker walker walker walker
I'm a sleepwalker walker walker walker
Let me out of this dream
As the song ended, I couldn't help but be proud of our duet. Not only did I get a chance to sing with an extremely talented and cute guy, but I had also overcome all of my anxiety with performing. I smiled and waved at the crowd one last time before Callum and I walked off the stage and sat down to view the last three acts.
Santana Lopez POV
I watched as Luther put on his costume for the Adam Lambert assignment. I didn't know who his partner was, but it was my duty as his bodyguard to make sure he was protected at all times. I just hoped that it wasn't that evil Quinn spawn, Brianna Puckerman. Or, as I liked to call them, 'Pukerman'.
Sure enough, I noticed backstage that Brianna was wearing an outfit that matched Luther's. I also saw that she was flirting ferociously with him, and I was pleased that he didn't seem to be reacting positively to it. However, I couldn't let them perform together. For all I knew, Brianna could have been hired by the Mafia to coax Luther to-
Crap. They're already on stage, I thought to myself as I snapped out of my thinking. I had to stop their performance, no matter what.
"...and we're going to be singing 'If I Had You' because it has special meaning to me," the devil's child herself told the audience.
"NO!" I screamed at the two on stage as I ran to get Luther out of the way of Brianna.
"Santana, what are you doing?" Mr. Schue asked me, sounding horrified.
"Sr. Schuester, como guardaespaldas de Luther simplemente no puedo permitir que él para llevar a cabo con esta perra mal. Su vida puede estar en peligro si pasa demasiado tiempo con semillas del diablo," I explained to him in rushed Spanish. To Luther, I said, "Come on, let's move. You're never coming back to this club while she's here. Ever."
And, with that, I stormed Luther out of the auditorium, leaving a very confused Glee club wondering exactly what had just happened.
Zoe Terry POV
Peyton and I stood off stage in shock as we waited for our turn to perform. Brianna, not sure what happened, ran off stage in a fit of tears. On her way out, she whispered to me, "Good luck with your song, fatso." The Cheerio sneered at me then glanced at Peyton and told her, "You too, lesbo."
"Thanks a lot, bitch. At least I actually get some action. I'll let you know when I find a nice dog for you. I mean, that's about the best you could do," Peyton replied, glaring. She then turned to me and said, "Don't listen to her. You're not fat. Please. Brianna would kill for curves like yours. She may be stick skinny, but she doesn't have any shape to her."
I felt a rush of relief at Peyton's words of encouragement. I knew I wasn't fat, but it still stung when Brianna said that, and I was glad to have a friend who would defend me if I needed it. I just felt bad that Peyton was harassed for her sexuality. It sickened me that someone would stoop that low to insult another for something they couldn't control.
As I was still seething from Brianna's insults, Mr. Schuester came up to Peyton and I and informed us, "Alright, since Brianna and Luther were...unable to perform, I need you both to go on now. Are you ready?"
Peyton and I looked at each other and said, at the same time, "Of course we are." I then added, "Well, we start our song offstage, so can you tell the band to start playing?"
Mr. Schue smiled at me. "Definitely." He yelled to the band. "Hit it!"
He then ran back to the audience as Taylor and I danced onto stage. Taylor then started singing the first lines of 'Strut'.
I want to start a revolution
A type of personal solution
We all have got our own pollution
It's all about the execution
You got something to say
Your hands are tied
Open your mouth, open it wide
Let the freedom begin
Get on the floor, just let it drive
Don't it feel good, don't it feel hot?
Feel the fire within
I wanna see you strut (strut, strut)
C'mon walk for me
Strut (strut, strut)
How you wanna be
Everybody's looking for some love
But they don't know
How to let it all hang out
And that's why they're solo (solo, solo)
Don't wanna be solo (solo, solo)
Don't wanna be solo
We're a complicated nation
And now we're in a situation
Let's take a make-believe vacation
And get yourself some validation
You got something to say
Your hands are tied
Open your mouth, open it wide
Let the freedom begin
Get on the floor, just let it drive
Don't it feel good, don't it feel hot?
Feel the fire within
I wanna see you strut (strut, strut)
C'mon walk for me
Strut (strut, strut)
How you wanna be
Everybody's lookin' for some love
But they don't know
How to let it all hang out
And that's why they're solo (solo, solo)
Don't wanna be solo (solo, solo)
Don't wanna be solo
I'll be your mirror
Darling, let your hair down
Show me what you're working with and let me see you
Strut (strut, strut), strut (strut, strut)
How you wanna be
Everybody's lookin' for some love
But they don't know
How to let it all hang out
And that's why they're solo (solo, solo)
Don't wanna be solo (solo, solo)
Don't wanna be solo
Strut for me and show me what you're working with
Strut for me and show me what you're working with
Peyton and I laughed as we finished "strutting" and posed dramatically at the end of the song. I was so happy because we KILLED the performance, and I could see Mr. Schue was very pleased with our singing.
"Very good, ladies!" he gushed. "I see we're going to have a tough competition. Now, let's bring on our final act, Jacob and Cable."
I smiled to myself. I can't wait to see what they have planned, I thought as I sat down and waited patiently for the final duet to start.
Cable Aldwin POV
"All right, break a leg, buddy," Jake told me as we put the final touches on our outfits before going on stage.
"Thanks. You too," I replied, giving him a hug. Jake and I had become close friends since we started working on this assignment together, and I thought maybe our romance would have a chance, if we gave it time. Don't worry, I wasn't planning on snogging the guy anytime soon.
We walked out on stage, and I could see the positive reactions from the crowd at our outfits. We were both wearing grey suit jackets with black vests and hot pink shirts underneath. Below them we wore black skinny jeans with black combat boots, and matching top hats with feathers and a set each of fingerless gloves topped off the look. Basically, we looked hot. I don't doubt that every straight girl looked at us with envy, wishing that we were on the same team.
"You guys look incredible!" Mr. Schuester told us. "Now, what are you two gentlemen going to be singing for us today."
"Well," Jacob started to explain in that adorable Spanish accent, "we wanted to fully capture the, ah, risque manner of Adam Lambert, so we chose 'Fever', one of his more daring songs."
"Oh, uh, sounds...wonderful!" Mr. Schue replied, obviously a little surprised by our song choice. "Well, the stage's yours."
Jacob smiled and thanked him. Then, as planned, I walked by him as the music started, and he pretended to check me out. Well, at least I thought it was acting. I didn't have much time to contemplate this because he started to sing, and I was instantly swept away by his velvety voice.
There he goes
My baby walks so slow
Sexual tic-tac-toe
Yeah I know we both know
It isn't time, no
But could you be m-mine?
I nearly laughed at the audience's reaction to the lyrics, but instead I wiggled my hips suggestively and sang my part.
We'll never get too far
Just you, me and the bar
Silly menage a trois, sometimes
Would you be m-mine?
Would you be m-mine?
Would you be m-mine?
Oh baby, light's on
But your mom's not home
I'm sick of laying down alone, hey
With this fever, fever, yeah
My one and own
I wanna get you alone
Give you fever, fever, yeah
At the word "fever", Jake and I fanned in front of our faces, as if we were really burning up
There it goes
You stole my soul and so
'Cause, sweetheart
No-no-nobody a-kno-kno-knows me
Or can find
Time to be m-mine, mine
Jake changed from the choreography and walked over to me, pretending to grind up against my leg. I started to feel a little problem arising in my skintight jeans, but said nothing as I returned the favour in the next verse
Lets get inside your car
Just you, me and the stars
Kind of menage a trois, sometimes
Would you be m-mine?
Would you be m-mine?
Would you be m-mine?
Oh baby, light's on
But your mom's not home
I'm sick of laying down alone, hey
With this fever, fever, yeah
My one and own
I wanna get you alone
Give you fever, fever, yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
You burn me, burn me up
Baby yea, yea
Baby you're mine
Baby you're mine,
Mine,
You're mine
Oh baby, light's on
But your mom's not home
I'm sick of laying down alone
With this fever, fever, yeah
My one and own
I wanna get you alone
I got this fever that I can't sweat out
Oh baby light's on
But your mom's not home
I'm sick of laying down alone
With this fever, fever, yeah
My one and own
I wanna get you alone
Yeah give you fever, fever yeah
Give you my f-f-fever my f-fever
Give you my f-f-fever my f-fever
Give you fever, fever, yeah
Give you fever, fever, yeah
As the song ended, Jake did something totally unexpected. Although, considering our earlier, um, problems, it wasn't too unusual. Our faces were inches away, so naturally, in an Adam Lambert-esque move, he kissed me. Hard. On the lips. For the purpose of this assignment, I kissed him back.
Oh. My. Gaga. The boy could really kiss. It only lasted a few seconds, but I wished it would go on forever. I could really get used to that kind of thing. We stood awkwardly for a moment before realizing where we were and what was going on. The auditorium was silent until Mr. Schuester began clapping slowly. One by one, people joined in, until the whole club was politely applauding us. Mr. Schuester climbed on stage to announce the winners.
"Um, well, great job, you guys. Great job to everyone, actually! You all made this a truly difficult decision. However, if I had to pick one duet to win the prize, a team who really understood the point of this lesson, it would have to be...Jake and Cable! Congratulations!"
Jake and I must have been squealing like little girls as we walked up to the front of the stage to claim our prize.
"Now, you two won because you truly embodied Adam's performing spirit. You sought to shock and entertain us, and you achieved both. Your prize is...a wonderful evening at the Lima Cinema! You both can pick the movie, or movies, if you choose to see them separately. Food and drink is on me. Good job to you both, and to everyone here!"
He smiled and winked at us before adding, "Now, I'm sure you're all anxious to see what next week's theme is. Why don't you all go down to the choir room to check it out.
While everybody else ran to their destination, Jake and I just stood back so we could talk because, believe me, we had a lot to talk about.
"So, um, that kiss..." I started to say, but he cut me off.
"I'm sorry, man. I was just in the moment, you know? I know you're probably straight, so that kiss was disgusting to you, wasn't it. Just because I'm gay doesn't mean that I should be forcing it upon you."
I sighed because what came next would be extremely hard to say. "Jake, I'm gonna be honest with you about something I've only told three people in this world about, because I trust you and I know you'll understand. I'm gay too. I've kind of liked you since the day of the audition, to tell you the truth, and that kiss was magical. I just want to know...was that all real? Do you actually feel that way about me?"
Jake smiled at me and said, "Yeah, I do. I was covering up with that 'in the moment' crap in case you really were straight. I like you a lot, Cable, but I need to warn you. I'm no good at romance, so if we were to...have a relationship, it would need to move very slowly, you know? Just so I can catch up."
"Sounds like a plan," I whispered, beaming. I took his hand. "Is this okay for you, Jake?"
He laughed and intertwined our fingers, tracing a pattern on the back of my hand. "It's perfect, thank you. Now let's go see what next week's theme is." He nearly dragged me down the hall towards the chorus room as we both giggled.
Just as we rounded the corner, I felt a rush of cold hit me square in the face, followed by another dumped over my head. When I cleared the dye and ice out of my eyes, I saw none other than Kenneth Paltridge, the school bully, along with a few of his henchmen. Kenny was a known homophobe who lived only to make the school's gay population's lives misery. He looked down to see Jake and I still holding hands and snorted.
"Oh, look, El Flamboyant's gay has spread all over the school. Quick! Let's escape before the queer rubs off on you!" Kenneth yelled, and everybody else ran in the opposite direction.
Jake noticed me tense up and whispered, "Relax, Cable. Nobody can bother us as long as we've got each other. We'll face these jerks. Together." He squeezed my hand. "Now, let's go look at that theme! Who cares if we're covered in Red Dye #7? We need to start working!"
And so, with slushie dripping down our bodies and onto the floor, we trudged to the choir room to see what the task would be. Everyone else had left, but the theme was still written on the board.
I never expected what I saw written on that whiteboard.
A/N: Oh my, I do love to torture the readers with some epic cliffhangers, don't I? Oh, and did you all enjoy the Jake/Cable (Jable? Cake? YES. Cake. Enjoy your Cake, children!) romance there? Don't worry, there shall be more between them, but no slash, I promise. Not in this fic, at least. Maybe in a spinoff called "Behind the Scenes" or sumthin cheesy like that. What do you think about that?
What did y'all think of the Adam Lambert theme there? I've always wanted them to do at least one of his songs on Glee, but they never listen to me. Anyways, can anyone guess what the next theme is? Here's a hint: The0therAthenagirl could easily guess it. The next chapter's dedicated to you, love. Oh, and thanks for the Rachan moment there. So clever.
Here's the translation, as promised:
Santana: Mr. Schuester, as Luther's bodyguard I simply cannot allow him to perform with this evil bitch. His life may be in danger if he spends too much time with the devil's spawn.
You will find out more about their history later. Please, review, or else Santana will go all bitch-crazy on Brianna, and that doesn't really help anything. So, yeah, reviews are helpful.
Klisses to all you Kurtsies out there! XOXO KitCatKat