X snow- pony x: I'm glad you liked it. I thought that with dancing on the table would suit Tom and I'm glad you thought that was funny and that you liked the bits with Chloe. Honestly it was so many characters in it I have forgotten a bit which line was which kid's. But oops, I must have missed one spot then. I'm so happy you liked it. Thank you for reading and reviewing.
Gleekforever12345: I'm glad you liked the chapter and Jen's parts in it. After all, that's always what I try- to make the characters as close to what the writers have written for their characters. And I understand that could have been confusing, but both I and LMJBX thought it would be like Rachel and Theo to name their first son after Finn. So… Yeah, you're welcome and thank you for your character. Thank you for reading and reviewing.
Ballet fairy: I'm glad you liked the parts with your character, and kind of happy I wrote it good since I guess that would have been needed for anyone to feel for Zach. But yes, I do know there are different types of seizures. Thank you for reading and reviewing.
GleeJunkie007: Is it bad then when I read when you wrote 'Trevor!' in my head, I play Neville Longbottom's/ Matthew Lewis's voice in the first Harry Potter movie when he sees his toad and goes like 'Trevor!' yeah I guess that is bad… I'm glad you liked Olivia. And here is the next chapter (Even though I haven't written it yet and have got not too many ideas. But, when you're reading this it is done and up)
This chapter is set somewhere right after the episode 'preggers' in the first season. But might still be kind of AU as I'm too lazy to go back and check that episode and see so I've gotten everything right.
In the collection on my polyvore for edits with this story and Barole A to Z (titled A to Z) there's added a new edit for a person called Sarah Wurrington. Sarah will appear in the W- chapter, therefore the next chapter in this. And even though I already know what the chapter will be about and about the ending. I can't wait to show her to the rest of you.
V is for Voice
The first few rehearsals of me singing 'tonight' might have ended with nothing but sharp tones over and over again. Then when I finally hit the note right for the first time I could barely believe my luck. From the start it wasn't even every second rehearsal that had gone right, but at least I had been able to make it steadily. And even though my throat was burning when I went home on Thursday after glee club, and even though Rachel as usual was pissed because of the solo she didn't get. I couldn't help but to let a smile from ear to ear form and stay on my lips.
However, I had hoped that the cup(s) of tea with honey I had had during Thursday afternoon would help towards my aching throat. But it wouldn't quite do it and I didn't really smile anymore. What if it didn't get better? What if my throat was destroyed? What if I would never get my voice back?
"Stop it Tina!" I told myself while I sat by the breakfast table and my dad fixed something on my phone so I could use it instead of talking myself. "Your voice is going to be just fine in just a few days and you know it."
But what if it doesn't? What if I have to quit glee club?
The thought hit me harder than the train. What if I never got my voice back and had to quit glee club because I hadn't hoped much for it when I joined the glee club but already now after just a few weeks… Glee club meant more to me than anything I could remember ever had and… I wouldn't know what I would do if I couldn't do it. And that despite that girl Rachel who would get every solo she wanted. Actually every solo of them all.
"Here." Dad handed me my phone back and I looked down. "You can type in things there, you need to use full name and instead of I'm write I am and instead of Mr. Mister and so on. But are you sure you shouldn't stay at home today if you've got such a bad cold. You might pass it onto someone else." I shook my head and pulled my favorite beanie on. "At least wear this." Dad handed me his Ravenclaw scarf and I couldn't help but smile. It was my in my colors anyway, and that was even though while dad was obsessed with it. I wasn't a very big Harry Potter fan. "Have a good day honey."
I am not sure I would have called it a good day at last, I spent about half of the time running around looking for Mr. Schue to tell him what was going on, and the other half paying no attention in class while I wondered on how to say what I needed to Mr. Schue. And of course trying to make myself as little as possible.
At last, with no much time left of my lunch break after I had forced the food down my burning throat, been to Mr. Schue's office, to the teacher's lounge and all around school I finally found Mr. Schue in the choir room standing riffling in some sheet music on the piano and didn't notice me until I had pressed the right button on my phone and the robotic male's voice sounded through the room.
"Mister Schuester?" He looked up, then turned to me. Frowned a bit and looked like he wondered who was talking but spotted me typing on my phone and he must have understood while I typed up what I had to say.
"Hello Tina. What's on your mind today?"
"I am sorry Mister Schuester. I have got no voice and I cannot sing today." I typed and let the robotic voice in the phone speak for me. "I cannot… I already said that but… you know!" Mr. Schue nodded and pulled up his phone to do something. "I think the only reason you called us in today was me right?" He nodded. "So…"
"I'll cancel it today. Don't worry I'll take care of it. But can you come in here after your day is over. I just want to talk to you a minute." I frowned. "Don't worry, you're not in trouble I just want to talk to you." I forced a slight smile and while Mr. Schue took his phone I turned towards the door and not before I had come a few steps outside I noticed Rachel had been standing right outside the door to the choir room and had more than likely heard every word from me (Well, more like from my phone) And every word Mr. Schue had said and that could only mean thing.
The memory of the latest glee club rehearsal when Rachel had stormed out and slammed the door after her after Mr. Schue had given me the solo she wanted was still fresh in my mind. I knew this was all on Rachel, but I couldn't help to feel kind of guilty and not less ashamed of what Rachel had done. And I knew that now when I didn't have a voice… This could only mean trouble.
"I am late to my class Rachel." I typed up. "I gotta go."
"I was just thinking…" Stupidly enough I stopped when she started talking to me. Just looked at her for a short second and then turned to my locker. "Maybe I should take the solo instead."
I suppressed a sigh, I had known that would be coming sooner or later.
"Because now when you've lost your voice maybe I should take it instead. Because you can't sing right now you need to rest your voice and someone will need to do the solo and I was thinking I could as a favor to you do the song so you won't have to worry about that and can focus on getting better." I didn't answer her, just looked down on my phone, decided that I wouldn't answer, turned around and walked away.
Just as I came walking down the hall Mr. Schue came from the other direction and I was going to stop him to ask him about it. And while he smiled slightly I reached for my phone, but decided against it and just smiled back, passed him and walked into the bathroom where I stopped in front of the mirror and looked straight into my own, brown eyes.
Damn it, why was blue eyes so much nicer than brown? No, scratch that. Why was any color of eyes nicer than my dirty brown color? That looked kind of like a dirty river when I couldn't help the tears that filled them up.
Damn it. Why was Rachel Berry so much better than me? And why was I so stupid I had stopped when she caught my attention? Why was I so stupid? I should have known she was going to come with something like that! And why was I so weak I let her get to me?
"Tina?" Suddenly Miss Pillsbury was standing right by me and I hadn't even seen her come into the bathroom. "Are you okay? Are you crying?" She pulled up a tissue and handed it to me. "Do you want to talk about it?" I suppressed a sigh and pulled up my phone again. And suppressed another sigh while I typed up my answer.
"I have lost my voice. And I am okay. I have got to go to my class now. Thanks. Bye."
I waited for a few seconds and Miss Pillsbury turned to the sink and put up her soaps and things on the edge before she started washing her hands. And I quickly left the bathroom and walked out into the hallway, and made sure to stay away from Rachel. Which wasn't that hard anyway, I was a freshman and she a sophomore so we didn't have any classes together.
"Mr. Schuester?" That afternoon when I came into the choir room I had already written into my phone and just had to push a button to call out for him when I saw him standing riffling in some papers on the piano and I typed in something new while he looked up. "You wanted to meet me here today?"
"Yes, Tina." Mr. Schue turned towards the chairs and went to sit down. "Come and sit." I carefully walked over and sat down a couple of chairs from him. "I've been wanting to have a talk one to one with all of you but have never really gotten around to talk with you. And even though you're talking with that I had a feeling it could work. Now… Is it okay with you?" I nodded. "Good. So. Well, as you know my name is William Schuester. And I am… I used to be in the glee club when this school had one and I was in this school a million years ago. So… What do I need to know about Tina Cohen- Chang?" I turned to my phone and wrote.
"What do you want to know except that my name is Tina Alexis Cohen- Chang and I'm fourteen?" Mr. Schue wondered for a bit. "If you want to, you can ask questions. I am not very good at just thinking about things to tell about myself when I do not know what the person wants to know." Mr. Schue hesitated for a bit.
"So as a first random question… Tina Alexis Cohen- Chang lives with… mum and dad?" I nodded. "Do you have any sisters or brothers?" I nodded again. "So what are their names or his or her?"
"Gina."
"Seriously." I shook my head and looked down while he waited.
"Camilla Cohen CC"
"Oh… Yeah, she's in senior year here right? Yes, yes." Mr. Schue leaned back in his chair and stretched one of his legs out in front of him with his hands in his jeans pockets. "By the way, have you thought how ironic it would be that the first time I'm actually talking to you, you have lost your voice?" He let hear a short chuckle while I started typing again.
"I know I am shy Mr. Schuester. You do not need to hide it from me. And the only good thing I can say about that is that I'm not half as shy as I was a few years ago but I can still tell it when people are keeping from mentioning it. However, I guess this kind of works better. Or what do you say? Oh, and no stuttering." Mr. Schue smiled slightly and shrugged while I turned to my phone again to ask a question I had been quite anxious to get an answer to.
"Will you give that solo to anyone else now?" The robotic voice asked from my phone. Mr. Schue didn't answer verbally, but smiled at me slightly and shook his head before I turned back to my phone and wrote again. "Promise." It was meant to sound like a question, but when that robotic voice said it, it sounded way too demanding to be nice. But Mr. Schue didn't seem to mind.
"I promise you, I won't give that solo to Rachel. In fact, after she stormed out- yet another time. I'm not so sure she'll be there to take your solos anymore time." I sighed slightly and it sent me back into a coughing fit from hell. Mr. Schue gently patted my back. "It's okay just breathe." I breathed in again, but didn't dare to do it too deeply. "Sore throat?" I nodded and for some reason Mr. Schue checked his wallet. "I know, a place in town that have got the best ice cream shakes. How about one of those to cool it down? I heard it's the best cure for sore throats. And we could keep on talking in a more fun place than school!" He put his wallet back in his pocket and I hesitated, it had sounded a bit weird what he asked and the way he asked. And before I could stop myself with shyness I decided to joke with him a little for all the trouble I had caused and quickly pushed a few letters into my phone.
"D- d- d- date?" I smiled and peered at him to show for real that I was really joking and Mr. Schue laughed just like I had hoped while I pressed in new letters into my phone. "Sorry, could not help myself. Anyway, I would but…" I secretly hoped that Mr. Schue would ask what it was and give an offer to a simple solution. But knowing it would be kind of rude I pushed the thoughts away beating myself up for it.
"Broke?" I looked up at Mr. Schue, how was it that he could always see right through us. "Huh? Yeah I know that face. Don't worry." He grabbed his coat and handed his scarf to me. "You might need that, my treat." I smiled back at him and looked down onto my phone again and quickly typed only two short words up.
"Thank you."
Mr. Schue smiled, and I could see some kind of pride shining both from his smile and from his eyes. "Don't worry about hit T. It's my pleasure." I thought for a second, and then before I had to shove my phone into my pocket to go outside I typed a few new words into it and pushed play.
"Thank you Mister Schue. For everything."
I wonder how many times in this chapter the word 'typed' is used.
Random fact
I had the idea of Tina asking if it was a date when I realized the way Mr. Schue had asked made it kind of sound like that. However, I was wanting back and forth and thought it was a bit too inappropriate. But however, lately I have been trying to move a bit out of my comfort zone and writing things that other people might find inappropriate but still writing it to challenge myself. So after loads of if's and but's I decided to keep it.