Hey everyone! Thanks for all the reads, I really appreciate the support! I hope you will continue to read this story, because things are going to be heating up real soon!

Now onto the chapter….

Jackson Tyler was probably one of the hottest guys at McKinley. Well, at least in Melody's mind, he was. He had dirty blond hair with the most gorgeous brown eyes. He was the quarterback of the football team and wore his letterman jacket, every day. Something that Melody found unfashionable, but who cared? It was Jackson Tyler, after all.

They both sat in their 4th period, Biology class. She stared at him, not paying attention to their teacher, Mr. Longs, at all.

"Melody Anderson, could you please tell me what the cell theory is?" The teacher called from the front of the room, seeing that the girl was gazing at Jackson and not paying attention to his lesson. She continued to stare at the boy, who began to turn around to face her, as did the rest of the class. "Miss Anderson!"

Melody shook out of her state and straightened herself up.

"I'm sorry, what was the question?" She asked her teacher.

"I asked you, what is the cell theory?" Mr. Longs asked, as he crossed his arms and glared at her from behind his glasses.

She shrugged her shoulders and then looked down at her book, "I'm sorry, I don't know."

"Well, perhaps, you can go talk to the principal about it?" Mr. Longs asked her, stepping closer to the girl.

"I really doubt he'd no either…sir," Melody said, with a slight closed mouth grin.

Some of her classmates began to laugh and Mr. Longs let out a huff.

"Pay attention in my class, young lady," The teacher said, as he faced the chalkboard again. "Or, I'll be telling your father about your behavior."

Melody blushed at the teacher's comment and she looked up to see Jackson looking at her. He gave her a smile and slight nod of the head. She felt her cheeks go even redder and hotter than before.

"Have a safe weekend, everyone!" Kurt called after his class, who were leaving for the day. He stacked together his lesson papers and then put them inside his shoulder bag. Warbler practice was only in ten minutes, and today, they were going over their routine one, last time before sectionals.

But, of course, Kurt remembered, that next week, he was going to see Melody, his own daughter, perform at her own sectionals. Not that he doubted that she was an extraordinary performer, she was his daughter after all, but he just imagined how their reunion might go. Would she run into his arms and he kiss on the forehead, telling her how amazing she was, or would she scowl at him and absolutely despise him?

He walked into the Warbler rehearsal and stood in front of everyone, "Well, guys, tomorrow is it. It's when two months of practicing and rehearsing becomes something amazing. Are you guys ready for it?"

They all nodded and smiled at him. He sat down on one of the many couches and motioned a hand to them, "Well, show me what you got."

The stood in lines preparing to do the number. He nodded at his prodigies, when suddenly the began do something, unheard of in his mind. It was so obvious that they were trying to be 'theatrical' but we're failing miserably. This was a Streisand song for goodness sake! He rose to his feet and threw up his hands, signalling for them to stop.

"Did we do something wrong?" One of the girls asked.

"You guys are just not getting this, are you?" Kurt asked, as he walked in front of them. "Do any of you know the true meaning of theatricality?"

They all looked at each other, shrugging and shaking their heads.

"It's about not being too over the top," He began to explain to them. "It is just doing a simple thing that just makes…absolute sense. It's about showing your true emotion in a sly kind of way…"

The Warblers began to look at each other in confusion and he let out a sigh, "Looks like I am going to have to demonstrate. Everyone take a seat."

He walked over to the CD player and searched the song selections. He finally found the perfect song and smiled.

"Now everyone just watch and learn," He said, as he pressed the play button.

The bass began to play and Kurt closed his eyes.

Now you say you're lonely

You cried the long night through.

He opened his eyes and turned his slightly to the side.

Well, you can cry me a river

Cry me a river

I cried a river over you.

He began to walk around the room, keeping a slight smile on his face.

Now you say you're sorry

For being so untrue.

He let out a slight scoff at the end of the word.

Well, you can cry me a river

Cry me a river

I cried a river over you...

You drove me

Nearly drove me out of my head

While you never shed a tear…

Kurt clasped together his hands into fists.

Remember?

The word was met silence for a moment, until he took in another breath.

I remember all that you saidTold me love was to plebeianTold me you were through with me...

He shook his head slightly at the words, and closed his eyes once more.

And now you say you love me

Well, just to prove that you do...

He shrugged his shoulders at them and the Warblers stared in awe with him.

Come on! Come on!

Cry me a river...

Cry me a river...

He stood still in his place, slightly shaking his head at the final words.

I cried a river over you.

He took in the final breath that he needed.

I cried a river over you...

He held the note out for a moment and then the music slowly faded. The Warblers still sat in awe.

"Does everyone understand now?" Kurt asked his class. The teenage boys and girls, dumbstruck, nodded their heads up and down. He slightly smirked, "Well, good."

Thanks for reading. Next chapter, I will most likely introduce the McKinley glee club to you all! J

Song: Cry Me a River, By: Barbra Streisand (I shortened it a little bit, sorry!)