Author's Note:
Takes place in Season 1. Supernatural shit will start either at the end of Season 1 or the beginning of Season 2.
Just a heads up, Quinn won't be pregnant in this fanfic and as much as I love how cute and adorable Baby Beth is, it ain't happening here.
Pairings: OC, Quinn, Rachel, Brittany and Santana (as in all together)
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Building The New Directions
AKA Pilot
The routine continues as the weeks in September pass by, bringing the school closer to October.
During one of my encounters with the moronic jocks, I have tasted the wrath of the Big Quench slushies. But to say I was a bit surprised was an understatement; I've actually heard through the grapevine that a certain Latina cheerleader (who I've come to know as Santana Lopez) was actually fond of doing the dirty work herself, so when a rather buff guy was in front of me, holding an empty Quench with a smirk on his face, I was kind of glad since I got the chance to knee the bitch in the balls. I kinda feel bad though, 'cause you know, I wouldn't want that happening to me. But still...that Santana girl.
That's another one of my problems (aside from evil, blizzard-like beverages) that's been confusing me.
Those four girls.
Those four girls.
Every night I go to sleep, I see them. When I wake up, I see them. It sort of feels like I'm being stalked in my dreams.
Is it a sign when you think about someone else when you're doing the dirty with another person?
*cough cough* Cameal *cough cough*
But as the school days progress, I shove the thought of being attracted to even one of them.
Anyways, back to the present.
"See you in Spanish Mr. Schue." I greet him as I pass by, noticing the vest-clad man gazing at the trophy case. From what I can see, he's looking at the plaque of a woman. Squinting a little bit, I read the name Lillian Alder. Looking at the quote, below the years she's lived, I have a pretty good guess that she's the former glee club coach.
"Uh...-yeah Lexi, see you later. We're going to be learning about verbs today, so be prepared." He says, glancing at me for a moment before returning his attention to the plaque.
Following Rachel to the choir room, I bump into her when she stops abruptly at the entrance, causing Cameal to collide into my back, making the diva stumble forward. Ducking my head; an embarrassed blush creeping up my face when Rachel turned to glare at my best friend and I.
"So what are we doing here?" Cameal starts. "It's lunchtime, I'm hungry and if you tell me we walked all the way over here for no reason, imma throw a bitch fit," she threatens, her chin on my shoulder and arms around my waist.
"You mean that doesn't happen regularly," I feign shock; laughing softly when Cameal smacks my stomach.
"Well Ms. Lahote, if you must know, I am currently trying to come up with a diabolical plan where my acting skills can finally be put to good use, so Mr. Sandy Ryerson; while enthusiastic and has a certain love for Broadway, he must be stopped for his highly inappropriate behavior so I could show off my star power and dominate all my tormentors," she states, glaring into the room.
Looking into the room, I find Ryerson, indeed touching a tall jock on his stomach, giddiness clearly written on the older man's face whereas the student looks quite uncomfortable.
"Wait...what are you planning," I ask, narrowing my eyes suspiciously at her.
My eyes widen when I see her eyes glint evilly. "I'm going to get that perverted man fired if it's the last thing I do."
I blink a few times, trying to process what she just told me. Turning my head to look at Cameal, I see her mirroring my expression. Just the cliché; eyes wide and jaw slightly hung open. She turns her head to look at me as if asking 'did that really just happen?' Shaking my head a little, we turn our heads slowly in unison.
Seeing Rachel Berry smirk really does something to a girl. Especially if that girl has a penis. Which is me. Who's blood just ran down to her lower half and is just growing a major erection, making it very painful for herself.
Oh yeah, a smirking Rachel Berry has it's advantages and disadvantages.
After being cornered multiple times the next day by Rachel, Kurt, Artie, Cameal and my two newest friends (Mercedes Jones and Tina Cohen-Chang), I find myself looking at the New Directions sign-up sheet on the bulletin board warily, scanning through the list of names; I can't help but wonder however, how in the world Artie signed his name when the sheet is higher than arms length for him...and also the chunks of red slush staining parts of the sheet and it's surroundings.
A smile breaks out on my face when I see that Rachel has signed her name with a gold star sticker at the end.
The thought of Rachel Berry eventually helps me decide on my choice, totally unaware of the fact that three particular Cheerios are staring at me from behind a corner like hawks.
Taking out a black Sharpie from my jean pocket, I neatly write my name on the ivory material underneath Cameal's name.
Staying after school the following day, I patiently wait for my turn behind the curtains of the stage. During Rachel's performance, I felt entranced by her voice; passionate words filling my ears. The shivers crawling all over my body as she sang On My Own.
By the time she was finished, the little hairs on the back of my neck were standing. How do I know, you ask. I just know!
Waiting for Rachel to come through the curtains, I run over to her; still in view of Mr. Schue, and lift her up into the air, making her squeal in shock, my arms around her waist with my face buried into her hair. Setting her back down on the floor with a blush when someone cleared their throat loudly, I grab Rachel's hand and lead her to a secluded area.
"You were amazing," I compliment her, smiling widely with Cameal singing in the background.
"Really," she says, ducking her head and tucking a strand of hair behind her ear before looking up at me.
"A million percent sure. It was just...just breathtaking." I breathe out, smile still in place.
"You mean that," she asks somewhat shyly.
"I swear on my life," I assure her, nodding my head a little.
"Lexi Diaz." Mr. Schue's voice breaking the Raz moment.
I'm really starting to hate myself for using Cameal's ship name for Rachel and I.
Raz? Pfft. What kind of name is that? It should be Razberry. Now that's a juicy name!
"Be right back, okay," I say, then taking off to the stage without waiting for her answer.
I greet the curly haired man. "Hey Mr. Schue!"
"Good afternoon Lexi. What song will you be singing?" He asks, his voice echoing through the auditorium.
"I'll be singing Rocketeer by Far East Movement." I tell him while I rewind my choreography in my head.
"Good luck! Let's see if you're as good as a rapper as me."
"I'm sure I am." I murmur.
Waiting for the music to begin, I suddenly feel a bundle of nerves going through my body, stronger than what I've felt when I encountered the Unholy Trinity or Rachel separately.
Here we go, come with me
There's a world out there that we should see
Take my hand, close your eyes
With you right here, I'm a rocketeer
I start looking around the auditorium subtly, my eyes falling on Rachel, who's giving me this unreadable look that I can't classify.
Let's fly (fly, fly, fly, fly)
Up, up here we go, go
Up, up here we go, go
Let's fly (fly, fly, fly, fly)
Up, up here we go, go
Where we stop nobody knows
My gaze darts around the room trying to find it's sources.
Where we go, we don't need roads
And where we stop nobody knows
To the stars if you really want it
Got a jetpack with your name on it
Above the clouds and the atmosphere
Say the words and we outta here
Hold my hand if you feeling scared
We're flying up, up outta here
I falter unnoticeably when I spot the Unholy Trinity up on the small balcony on the left side of the auditorium.
Let's fly (fly, fly, fly, fly)
Up, up here we go, go
Up, up here we go, go
Where we stop nobody knows
I smile widely when Brittany starts waving her arms from side to side, making Quinn and Santana turn their heads towards the taller blonde.
Baby, we can stay fly like a G6
Shop the streets of Tokyo, get you fly kicks
Girl, your always on my mind
Got my head up in the sky
I jump up in the air, rolling onto my back when I land on my feet, then doing a backflip with ease.
And I'm never looking down, feeling priceless
Yeah, where we at? Only few have known
We're on some next level, super Mario
I hope this works out, cardio
Until then let's fly
Geronimo
I then do an aerial cartwheel.
Here we go, come with me
There's a world out there that we should see
Take my hand, close your eyes
With you right here, I'm a rocketeer
Let's fly
Yo, now I ain't ever been to space before
But I ain't never seen a face like yours
You make me feel like I can touch the planets
You want the moon girl, watch me grab it
I pretend to grab something as I fall, landing on my palms and toes, then using my left leg for leverage: a dance move I found online called the 'Scorpion.'
See, I ain't ever seen a star this close
You got me stuck by the way you glow
I'm like oh, oh, oh, oh
I'm like oh, oh, oh, oh
I step towards the left, then to the right and back again, then doing a body roll, hitting the 'oh's' with my movements.
Here we go, come with me
There's a world out there that we should see
Take my hand, close your eyes
With you right here, I'm a rocketeer
Let's fly (fly, fly, fly, fly)
Up, up here we go, go
Up, up here we go, go
Let's fly (fly, fly, fly, fly)
Up, up here we go, go
Where we stop nobody knows
The music ends with my head down and hands behind my back.
I lift my head up when I hear multiple applauds. Looking around the stage, I can see Mr. Schue giving me a standing ovation and practically all the people that forced me to audition, making me forget about the Unholy Trinity being in the same area as us.
"You'll be a great addition to the New Directions Lexi," he tells me. My friends coming out from back stage and joining me.
"Congratulations guys! You all qualify for glee club." He exclaims, once he walks onto the stage, surprisingly quickly.
I cringe when I hear Rachel shriek loudly with excitement from beside me, causing everyone except for me to cheer...you know, 'cause my ear drum kinda got busted.
"Excuse me Mr. Schue," Rachel states, making us all silent for a moment.
"Yes Rachel," the Spanish teacher says, still grinning.
"As much as I love the energy radiating through the room...when is rehearsals? I'd be comfortable knowing when they are so I could properly fit time into my busy schedule," Rachel ends, as usual she's not out of breath.
When starting rehearsals, I've always believed things would set sail smoothly. Oh...how wrong I was.
I rub my foot where Artie wheeled over it; glaring at him pointedly, causing the bespectacled boy to raise his hands defensively.
"Mr. Schue, this is really upsetting considering the fact that my male lead...-I hope I don't offend you Artie," Rachel starts, continuing when the boy shrugs. "Is disabled and unfit for the role."
"Well I believe Mr. Schue," Artie gestures towards the educator. "Chose me for irony to...enhance the performance."
"There is nothing ironic about show choir!" Rachel huffs, storming out of the room.
"She's right, 'cause show choir's peculiar. Full of misfits and all that," I spat, still rubbing my foot and glaring at Artie.
"Hey! It was an accident, okay." Panic written on his face as he talks in a rush.
I try to cover up my annoyance as I watch Rachel flirt with Finn Hudson; the school's quarterback of the losing football team.
About to walk out of the auditorium and punch a wall, Mercedes stops singing and steps in between the two.
Thank God for her.
"Hold up, hold up," she lifts up a finger. "I'm not down with this background singing nonsense. You two can go all John Travolta and Olivia Newton-John somewhere else. I'm Beyoncé, I aint's no Kelly Rowland."
"It's just one song Mercedes," Mr. Schue cuts in. "They'll be others that will be needing of your service."
"Fine. You're good Hudson," she states. When the tall boy starts opening his mouth, she stops him with a finger. "But you better bring it!"
"You hear what Rachel said," Mercedes suddenly whispers to me when Finn turns to Rachel.
"Uh...no? Why? What did she say?" My eyebrows furrowing.
"She complimented the oaf about his skills and that we," she gestures to herself and I, then to the rest of the team. "Expect the two of them to bump uglies."
The jealousy in my chest stats to expand with every second that passes. I try to keep the emotion off my face but I fail miserably failed.
"Damn girl, you're crushing on him that much. He's not even that smart." She raises an eyebrow at me.
"Wait, what?!" I whisper back harshly. "Sorry sweetheart but I don't play for that team. I'd go for a whole lot of woman any day," I say proudly.
"So you're lesbian?" She asks slowly.
"Yup. Got a problem with that," I say, with a bit of edge in my voice.
"Nah. It's good. My aunt's a lesbian so this isn't new to me." She waves her hand as if dismissing the idea.
"Good." I simply reply.
"Hold up...you high on Rachel."
"What?"
"You're crushing on that diva." She points at the brunette near us. I gently slap her finger out of the way.
"No." I roll my eyes when she scoffs at me. "I'm just looking out for her is all. She's a close friend and I want what's best for her. Plus, I'm already in a relationship," I tell her, cringing a little when I realized what I've said.
That last part wasn't a lie though. I mean I do have...-some kind of relationship with Cameal.
A calorie burning relationship.
Get your head out of the gutter.
What do you want me to say?! A relationship where we fuck like lions all day!...That just sounded weird.
...
"With who?" Curiosity on her dark features, as she straightens her fedora.
"Cameal," I say before turning my head to the front, looking at Carmel High's stage.
Tapping my fingernails on the armrest to keep myself from getting bored, I take notice that Mr. Schue is talking. I tilt my head to the side.
"Hey guys! So this is supposed to be our 'competition'." He starts, putting up air quotes at 'competition.' "But uh, I honestly don't think that they got the talent that we've got, but let's be a good audience alright. Give them some of that ol' McKinley High respect."
The announcer's voice comes out through the speakers. "Please give a warm buck eye state welcome to last year's Regional champion...Vocal Adrenaline," the announcer stretches out the opposing team's name.
The red curtains rise up to reveal teenagers dressed in blue dresses for the ladies and white button ups and black slacks for the men.
Glancing to my sides, I find my teammates with pure horror taking over their expressions as VA does a rendition of Rehab. When one of Vocal Adrenaline's performers does acrobatic moves, I can't help but think to myself.
I can do more than that.
Judging from the looks of my fellow glee clubbers, I can tell that their worried.
"We're d-d-d-doomed," I manage to hear Tina stutter out through the audience's hoots and whistles.
"So what's the happs Mr. Schue," Cameal asks, her legs wrapped around my waist from where she's sitting on the stage; me between her legs as I stand off stage.
"I gathered you all here today because I have some bad news," he replies, scratching his neck.
"I don't like the sound of that," I comment, narrowing my eyes.
"I believe...I'll be resigning as your glee club director," he tells us, glancing at each of us. Almost immediately, rants can be heard, one ending while another one starts.
"This is because we suck isn't it?!"
"That was a very uncalled for action that I will certainly not condone!"
"This is bullshit!"
"How can you do this to us?!"
"You built this glee club and destroy it too! What are you bi-polar?!" I yell at him, my eyes burning in fury.
"I know this might seem like a fall-" I cut him off with a snort.
"No, it's more like an atomic bomb." He ignores me of course.
"-but I promise I'll find you guys a replacement. You'll understand my reasons one day when you grow up that sometimes, you'll have to give up the things you love." He gazes at each of us with a sad smile before leaving.
"I wonder who's the replacement?" Finn voices out.
Leaning my head on my locker as I wait for Cameal to fish out all her books, my gaze travels down the hall to where Rachel is walking towards Finn's locker. Which is like ten feet away.
"Hope she kicks the douche in the balls for being absent in glee," Cameal tells me, watching the scene as shivers run down my spine.
"Finn Hudson, what is the meaning of your absence," she demands.
The shivers increase when I see Quinn and Santana walking towards them. When the three girls glance at each other, an image pops into my mind. The three steel cords, having an electric-like energy run through them, the fourth steel cord staying the same. It quickly disappears when the head Cheerio starts talking.
"What are you doing talking to Man-hands, Finn," she says, her tone layered with false sweetness and a deadly poison right beneath it.
"Are you making it with the tranny?" Santana sneers. My right eye starts to twitch and before I could even comprehend what I'm doing, I've already covered Rachel with my body, blocking her view of the three populars.
"Problem." I growl, glancing from the brunette to the blonde. Locking eyes with both of them, I can see their eyes darkening with...lust?
Oh God!
I think, feeling my friend stir in my compression shorts. "No," I hear Rachel say, clearing her throat, trying to rid the raspiness that made my thing stir even more. "I was just going to tell them that I had to converse with Finn about the science project that couldn't exactly fit his level of understanding."
When they don't leave, I roll my eyes at them and cross my arms over my chest.
"Well, it's best if we leave. Don't want people to start thinking we're friends with RuPaul," Quinn states, her gaze landing on the body behind me, her eyes softening for a moment; if you weren't focusing on her orbs of awesomeness you probably wouldn't have seen it; then her gaze flickering towards me, completely ignoring her boyfriend and looking at me with a flash of something different, something beautiful...something secretive.
Santana flicks her high pony in the air before copying Quinn's actions from earlier, except this time, her defensive side breaks a fraction more than Quinn's before it's replaced with coldness; she then turns around to leave with Quinn right beside her.
"Well, gotta jet. Bye Rach," I say, turning around, then kissing her cheek absentmindedly, my lips immediately tingling.
Wait, did I just...?
Looking at her, I find that she has blush running up her face with a shy smile trying to be hidden.
I quickly jog towards Cameal, who was watching the whole exchange without doing a damn thing to help. I grab her unoccupied hand and drag her towards the school exit, still sensing Rachel's eyes staring intently at the back of my head.
Cameal and the others groan in frustration as Rachel keeps on telling them what to do.
"D-do somet-t-thing?" Tina whisper-stutters to me.
"What do you mean, 'do something'?" I whisper back.
"Tell h-her nice-l-l-ly th-a-at s-she needs to st-stop boss-s-sing us a-a-around," she pleads, her puppy dog eyes just killing me.
I groan. "Ugh, fine. But you need to stop with the stuttering thing around me, okay," I tell her. I get rewarded with a look of shock.
"B-but how did you-"
I cover her mouth with my hand.
"Example number one," I lift up my pointer finger. "People here are stupid or they just let you stutter even though they know it's a fake. Example number two," I lift up my middle finger. "I'm different and like to observe people. And finally," I lift up my thumb with a sigh. "You didn't stutter the last time I talked to you."
I slowly detach my hand from her mouth as she furrows her eyebrows, trying to remember the memory.
"Artie t-told me you kno-o-ow ho-ow t-to draw," Tina asks as she sits beside me. I tear my gaze from Rachel who's talking to Brad the piano payer and fixing it on the Asian goth beside me.
"I do. Why do you ask," I tell her, tilting my head to the side.
"I w-was hop-p-ping if y-you could draw a-a pic-c-cture of South America-a-a," she smiles shyly at me.
"Sure thing. Don't want that teacher giving you the stink eye for drawing a stick figure," I wink at her and chuckle. She pushes my shoulder playfully.
"Hey! That was one time. I was bored and didn't know what to do. Plus, everyone's not you," she absentmindedly says to me. I don't show the smugness on my face at being right about my intuition.
"I know right." I smile cheekily at her as she pushes my shoulder again.
I knew that was a fake stutter.
"Don't worry, your secret's safe with me," I assure her before walking over to the tiny diva.
"Hey Rach, what's up?"
"These people aren't cooperating with my arrangement and it infuriates me on how it's ceasing my opportunity to display my untarnished singing competence. It's just...ugh. I can't even concentrate on what I was intending and it's messing with my head. Do you know how much effort I put into this just so it could be blown away by some lazy asses!" My eyes widen at her sudden need to cuss. "These are not good environments for a future Broadway star." Then she pouts. Damn that cute lip.
"Come on Rach, don't be like that." I put my right arm around her shoulders and pull her towards my side; I smile when she wraps both of her arms around my waist, her head resting on my shoulder. "Why don't we try something different?"
"Like what?"
"How about we just do a fraction of those ideas you have? You know, just do each one little by little." I squeeze her shoulder comfortingly.
"Am I really making their moods excruciatingly sour," she sighs heavily.
"No offense but they keep coming to me to put a stop to your plans. I'm kinda figuring they think I'm your kryptonite," I smile down at her. She lets me go from her grasp, her back facing me.
"You kind of are my figurative kryptonite," she barely whispers, but I've caught on to her words.
"Wait, what do you-"
"Hey guys!" Finn fucking Hudson interrupts. I turn my attention to him regrettably, as do my other friends.
"Look who finally decided to show up," Cameal sneers at the tall boy. "What? You decided to drink some of those chemicals in Science so you can have the power to mutate some balls." I snort in agreement causing Rachel to crack a smile, but when it doesn't quite reach her eyes I frown.
"I know I was being a pain in the ass to you guys for not showing up," he breathes out deeply. "And I'd like to say sorry for that, I'm also here to say sorry for all the things me and the team put you all through. No hard feelings?"
Well it's not his fault.
Excuse me?! He allowed those dumb jocks to slushie your comrades. Didn't you hear he let that dude with road kill on his head throw Kurt into the dumpster.
That's 'cause he got no damn spine in his body to do something right.
What about the part where he's making googly eyes at your girls, huh? What were their names again? Fabray and Berry?
He's supposed to make googly eyes at Quinn. That's his girlfriend dumbass and Rachel...well, she's not even into me.
Keep telling yourself that.
Shut up already!
"No hard feelings man," I say, shaking his hand firmly and slapping his shoulder for good measure.
"We're all here for the same reason," he starts, looking at each of us in the eye. "To be a part of something special."
"Amen to that," Mercedes says, shaking her head.
"Praise," Artie adds, raising his hand in the air.
"Now, lets come together and put on an awesome show." He says encouragingly.
"You do realize that sounds so wrong if you think about it," I whisper in Rachel's ear before walking over to Cameal.
30 minutes later
"Question?" Finn asks.
"What is it?" Kurt replies, looking at the quarterback with googly eyes.
No, just no. Seriously Kurt, you could do so much better.
"Who are our best dancers?" He glances at each person sitting down on the stage floor.
"That would be Lexi," Rachel states, her eyes gleaming.
"I'm only much better if I had Cameal dancing along with me," I say, grinning mischievously at said girl.
"Don't listen to her, she's lying," she chuckles nervously, all the while smiling and glaring at me. Who knew that was possible?
"You need to come out of that shell of yours," I whisper into her ear. She glances at me before turning her head towards Finn.
"Yeah, we're the two best dancers, but Lexi is still far better than me."
"Can't argue with that," Kurt comments. "I mean...have you seen the girl's foot work during that audition. Phew!" He uses his sheet music as a fan as he makes a show of wiping his forehead. A chorus of 'yes's' goes around the circle.
"Why do you ask," I question.
"I was thinking if we could have you and Cameal dance in front of the group while we," he gestures to himself and Rachel. "Sing."
"That's a phenomenal idea," Rachel exclaims, making dreamy eyes at Finn who smiles lopsidedly at her, making me want to claw his teeth out. "I'm sure Cameal and Lexi would put on a great routine for our performance."
"Y-y-yeah, Diahote is s-so o-on," Tina nods her head excitedly, making me and my La Push companion confused.
"Diahote? What the hell is that?!" Mercedes voices out our thoughts.
"It's the ship name we came up with for them," Artie says. "You know, Diaz and Lahote, Diahote."
"Ship?" Finn says, his expression twisting into a constipated one. "Do you mean a boat?" We all turn to look at him weirdly until Cameal breaks the awkward silence.
"Whateves," she tells the group. "Relationship?" She Questions me quietly.
"A calorie burning relationship," I wink at her. She shaker her head at me.
"Dirty minded girl," the corner of her lips turning up.
"Don't worry they won't tell." I assure her. Turning my attention back to Finn, I find him sweating and covering his crotch.
Ugh...men.
"You okay there Finn," Kurt asks, raising his eyebrow.
"Be right back!" He jumps to his feet and runs as fast as he can off the stage and towards the exit. Seeing the boy disappear, I look back towards the group
"Let's get started on that choreography piece shall we," I shift my gaze towards Cameal.
"Oh, we shall."
The next day after school, I find myself wearing my red Henley shirt, dark blue skinny jeans and black converse high tops.
"You guys ready," Artie says from his spot next to the jazz band.
"Ready," I shout, rolling my sleeves up as I stand beside Cameal and Mercedes. When the music starts playing in the background, we begin to tap our feet and hands to the beat.
Finn walks out of our formation.
(Finn)
Just a small town girl
Livin' in a lonely world
She took the midnight train goin'
anywhere
Rachel walks out of the line, glancing at me when she passes by then turning her gaze back to Finn.
(Rachel)
Just a city boy
Born and raised in south Detroit
He took the midnight train goin'
anywhere
The rest of us switch sides, with Kurt near the band this time. We raise our right hands, bringing them down on the beat. Finn walks out of the formed line again.
(Finn)
A singer in a smoky room
Rachel copies Finn's actions.
(Rachel)
A smell of wine and cheap perfume
They walk towards each other, walking around in the spot when the meet.
(Finn and Rachel)
For a smile they can share the night
It goes on and on and on and on
The group walks toward them, moving our bodies to the rhythm.
Strangers waiting
Up and down the boulevard
Their shadows searching in the night
Tina, Kurt and Mercedes walk away as me and Cameal jog to the front, our steps hitting the drum's beats.
Street lights people
Living just to find emotion
Hiding somewhere in the night
I slide on my knees towards Cameal while stretching my hands out; similar to Rachel and Finn, then spinning on one knee, helping myself get up. I take Cameal's hand and spin her towards the left side of the stage.
(Rachel)
Working hard to get my feel
I throw my hand up, kneel down on one knee, slap the floor with my other hand, then jump up.
Everybody wants a thrill
I spread my arms, sliding to the right, then pushing my palms outwards in front of me at the same time as I step backwards.
(Finn and Rachel)
Payin' anything to roll the dice just one
more time
I roll onto my back, doing some sort of action move, then holding up a finger still kneeling down in front of Cameal.
(Rachel)
Some will win
(Finn and Rachel)
Some will lose
Some were born to sing the blues
Oh, the movie never ends
It goes on and on and on and on
Taking Cameal's hand once again and placing the other one on my shoulder, I dance her around the unoccupied parts of the stage as Artie does his guitar solo.
(New Directions)
Don't stop believin'
Me and Cameal walk towards the group; she goes to Kurt's side while I go to stand beside Tina.
(Finn and Rachel)
Hold on to that feelin'
(New Directions)
Streetlight people
We stand in line, our sides to the not present audience, as we lift our right hands, reaching out for an imaginary object.
Don't stop believin'
The tingling feeling increases and I know enough that there are two someone's from the Unholy Trinity who are watching us. All of us walk forward in unison.
(Finn and Rachel)
Hold on to that feelin'
(New Directions)
Streetlight people
We stretch our arms, as if making a slow motion, sideway, chopping move. I look up to find Sue Sylvester, with Quinn and Santana by her side. Just to have fun, I wink at them, shock spreading on their faces. I twirl around when it's my turn, walking a few feet in front of me, then turning back around quickly.
Don't stop!
We bow our heads down at the last beat of the drums.
I lift my head up when I hear someone clapping, just to find Mr. Schue at the front of the stage.
"You guys should practice your breathing so you could hold onto the notes longer," he tells us, walking onto the stage.
"Does this mean what I think it means," Finn asks.
"It would kill me to see you guys win Nationals without me." He says, grinning widely at us. I cheer along with the group, remembering the three eavesdroppers on the balcony. The group walk off stage and towards the exit.
"Hey guys! I think I forgot something! Be right back!" I leave without waiting for an answer. Glancing at the exit to see if they've left; confirming their departure, I start going to the balcony where I only see the two Cheerios. Running towards the stage, I nimbly pass the jazz band and go backstage, successfully finding the stairwell. Skipping two steps at a time, I arrive at my destination quickly with no trouble.
"Eavesdropping, I see." I state when they turned to face me.
My breath gets caught in my throat when Santana slams me into a wall when I blinked. "Clearly," Quinn says, walking towards us in a couple of strides, stopping next to the Latina.
"What do you want?" I ask in an annoyed way.
"What's Berry doing with Finnept?" She growls, her lips just inches away from mine. Her lavender scent making my thoughts fog up.
"Why don't you ask your bumbling boyfriend," I snap at Quinn.
"What's that thing," I notice Quinn cringing at the word. "Doing with my boyfriend?" She asks, dangerously calm.
I chuckle darkly, taking pleasure when they look at me like I've gone crazy. What? I can be psychotic when I want to be. "Why should I tell you?" My breath hitches when I feel Santana's hand slip under my shirt, her warm hand on my abdomen, causing goose bumps to form.
"'Cause if you don't ima tell this whole school that you're lesbian." She threatens in a harsh whisper as her fingernails rake across my skin. I softly groan, my head hitting the wall.
"Wow. Hypocrite much...you're the one that's groping me right now." I say, quite out of breath.
"I'm just proving a point, you're the one enjoying this. Why...doesn't your hand do pleasures to your own body?" She slips her fingers into my jeans, pulling me closer to her as my eyes go wide.
"FYI, I have a girlfriend that does it for me." I lie, coming to senses and pushing her away lightly before dashing down the stairs, flushed if I might add.
This is too much shit for me to handle.
A/N:
Songs:
Rocketeer by Far East Movement
Don't Stop Believing by Journey
Special thanks to Jessbarb, gabbieg, Isaiah Flamez, ShadowHunter2012, cstotts1, dana9095 and jazzydefe
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