Unforgettable Harmony Chapter 3: Be Okay Part Three, a glee fanfic

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So, I'll just let you guys start reading part three of the intro!

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee or a certain familiar duet for those who have been watching season five so far! Although, I should probably catch up, considering I haven't really seen a recent one after "Bash"...

No POV:

"Oh my god, Santana! I've haven't seen you in forever!" Rachel greets as she rushes up to the taller-girl with a tight, side-hug. The sudden action catches the Latina off-guard a bit, before she returns the favor, with a quick squeeze of the diva's shoulders.

"You left like four days ago, tiny-Streisand. Quite frankly, I was missing the noisy mornings when Porcelain and you would bust out in song." Santana replies, patting the shorter-girl's silky-brown, hair. After a moment passes, Rachel releases the grip off her room-mate's waist, as she walks towards the wooden-stools in the front-center. Santana follows in pursuit when the former-captain takes a seat on the left, while the former, Lima Heights-Adjacent settles on the right.

"So Santana, don't mean to sound rude or anything, but why are you here? I mean, figured you would stay in New York or at least anywhere but here." The tiny-diva gives her friend a questioning-look, as she swings her right-leg over the left, crossing them. The ex-cheerleader silently-shrugs in response. She knew the question was going to be one of the first, that curious-Rachel would ask. She even thought about the answer on the flight to Lima, but really came up with one personal reason.

"I don't want to sound cliché or anything, but Glee...It just made me feel comfortable and confident about myself, you know? I was able to express my emotions and thoughts through music, instead of just keeping it bottled up and hidden, like I did before. It was just basically a stress reliever from life, somewhere to escape reality and feel safe, especially since after I was outed, you guys were there to support me, when others weren't. But, that doesn't mean I'm not a badass-bitch from time to time." Santana reasons, giving Rachel the full-look of sincerity.

Rachel lays her head onto Santana's shoulders, while the Latina wraps an arm around the diva's shoulders and rubs her left-arm, as they stare into the emptiness of the room,"You know Santana, you're actually starting to become more of a softie each day."

Santana stops rubbing her arm, as she mutters, "Tell anyone about this, and you'll end up being a softie-blob of your own."

Rolling her eyes, Rachel brushes off the 'friendly' threat, in response to, "Okay, be honest, do you think we're going to make it? I mean, Mr. Schue was a really great teacher, and it still managed to get shut down."

The cheerleader leans her head onto the diva's, "Well, back then, we had Track-and-Field as the principal, and her main goal was to destroy us...So, since she's gone, I'm pretty sure we have a good chance, I mean, didn't Hair-Gel help you reopen Glee Club anyways?"

As soon as Rachel nods, the doorknob jiggles and twists, causing the door to open, revealing a young-blond, guy holding a light-tan, wooden-acoustic guitar, along with his friend, only with short-spiky, brunette male, gripping two feather-weighted drumsticks within both hands. Santana lifts her head over the available-shoulder, sneaking a peak at the two boys, before giving them a sly-smile.

Knowing her friend well-enough, Rachel's head rises off of Santana's shoulder, and glances at her direction, only to see the two guys setting themselves up on the drums and guitar.

Right when the diva opens her mouth to speak, the cheerleader answers her question, "I already know you, Rach, as much as you are excited to restart this 'legacy' of a club, you're also freakishly-nervous. Remember opening night for Funny Girl? You wouldn't get out of bed, because of all of the pressure, until I came and gave you the best prep-talk. Or, when you auditioned for NYADA for the first time, you choked. Both of those happened because of insecurity and pressure...So, before the new year starts, I just want you to be okay."

When Santana said the last two words, music starts on cue, a familiar rhythm filling the room, causing the two girls to chuckle and smile at the memory of the song.

Rachel looks at Santana as she starts off the first verse, with a cheeky-grin...

Rachel:

Fresh cut grass, one cold beer.
Thank the Lord I am here and now, here and now.

Santana:

Summer dress, favorite park.
Bless your soul, we are here and now, here and now.

Santana takes ahold of Rachel's hand, and leads her towards the piano, allowing it to separate them on opposite sides. Both of them throw their fists in the air when the bridge comes in, and dance as the chorus enters.

Both:

I'm wide awake, so what's the point of dreaming when your life is great?
Celebrate the feeling, celebrate the feeling.

Can't complain about much these days, I believe we'll be okay.
Oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh.
Can't complain about much these days, I believe we'll be okay.
Oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh.
We're screaming out, I believe we'll be okay.

Rachel lays her elbows on top of the smooth-cover, letting her head droop onto her palms, as Santana leans on her back onto the instrument, her upper-body facing the diva. The cheerleader bounces to the music on her part.

Santana:

Sun kissed skin on my lips.
Thank the Lord I am here and now, here and now.

Santana walks towards Rachel and gives her a quick spin in the center of the room.

Rachel:

Fireflies after dark.
Bless your soul, we are here and now, here and now.

Both:

I'm wide awake, so what's the point of dreaming when your life is great?
Celebrate the feeling, celebrate the feeling.

Santana shrugs and bounces, as Rachel slaps her lightly on her shoulder.

Can't complain about much these days, I believe we'll be okay.
Oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh.
Can't complain about much these days, I believe we'll be okay.
Oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh.
We're screaming out, I believe we'll be okay.

Rachel:

We'll be okay.
We'll be okay.

Santana:

Can't complain about much these days

Realizing what the diva was doing, Santana locates two, brightly-red tacks resting on the curves, underneath the white-board, along with the inactive markers and erasers. Scooping them up with her right-hand, she walks towards Rachel, who's knuckles are gripping the door-knob.

Rachel:

I believe we'll be okay.

Both:

Oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh.

Rachel twists the knob, granting them access to the hallway. Taking a turn into the board, the diva holds the Glee-Club Sign Up in place, as Santana pins down the upper, left-corner, and lower, right-corner, keeping the paper at bay. After Rachel releases the form, causing the girls to take a step back to glance at the very thing, that's about to change their lives.

Santana places an arm around the tiny-diva's shoulder, as they sing the last verse, with a confident-grin, covering their faces...

I believe we'll be okay.

And...there's your final/part three of the introduction!

* I am so sorry, but I'm going to have to post the cast list tomorrow! Yeah, I would've done it tonight, but it's like already 11?

-Since I'm doing that, I know I've gotten more guys, but I'm just going to leave the SYOC open until tomorrow night! So, new readers, you guys have about 24 hours to submit your OC to me! Starting...now!

* If you're not sure if your OC has been accepted, either wait for the cast list, check my profile for the ones I kinda already have, or just ask me!

* Also, I have a poll on my profile, that I need you guys to do!

* For sure, I'm putting it up tomorrow! Otherwise from that, make sure to leave a review if you're enjoying the story, and hit that favorite/follow button!

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P.S-New people who are sending in applications, please do not do any jocks/cheerleaders with a bad attitude for popularity but has a kind heart, guys coming from a bad home, or foster homes, since I already have enough of those!

Song used in this chapter: "Be Okay" By Oh Honey.