A Week With The New Directions [Glee]

Chapter 7: A 'killer' preformance

"Stay, we need a third opinion," Finn urges as Artie shakes his head no. Everyone in the room stares as she makes a decision. Giving in, Laurel walks back to the red car and sits on the trunk smiling as she observes.

This car is systematic.
It's hydromatic.
Why it's greased lightnin'! Greased lightnin'! We'll get some overhead lifters And some four-barrel quads, oh, ye Keep talking, whoa, keep talking

Fuel injection cutoffs and chrome plated rods, oh yeah I'll get the money, I'll kill to get the money With a four-speed on the floor They'll be waiting at the door You know that ain't no crap We'll be getting lots of that and greased lightnin' Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go Go greased lightnin', you're burning up the quarter mile Greased lightnin', go greased lightnin' Go, greased lightnin' You're coasting through the heat lap trials Greased lightnin', go, greased lisetn' You are supreme Uh, uh! The chicks'll scream Uh, uh For greased lightnin' Go, go, Go, go, go, go, go

We'll get some pule Frenched taillights A 30-inch fins, oh, yeah Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh And dual muffler twins, oh, yeah Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh With new pistons, plugs, and shocks I can get off my rocks You know that I ain't bragging She's a real honey wagon Greased lightnin' Go, go, go, go, go, go, go Go, greased lightnin', you're burning up the quarter mile Greased lightnin', go, greased lightnin' Go, greased lightnin' Ye coasting through the heat lap trials Greased lightnin', go, greased lightnin' You are supreme Uh, uh! The chicks'll scream Uh, uh For greased lightnin' Go, go, go, go, go, go, go Greased lightnin', you're burning up

The quarter mile Greased lightnin' Go, greased lightnin' Go, greased lightnin', you're coasting Through the heat lap trials Greased lightnin' Go, greased lightnin' You are supreme Uh, uh! The chicks'll scream Uh, uh For greased lightnin' Lightning, lightning, lightning, lightning
Lightning, lightning, lightning, lightning! Yeah Lightning!

"So, what'd you think?" Ryder asks slightly out of breath.

"Wow that was amazing,"!Laurel says while Artie rolls his eyes at her generic answer. The blond senses that she needs to stop walking on eggshells and continues "for right now, when the crowd is watching you, you really need to capture their attention. The audience needs to feel the energy. They need to feel like they're part of the show."

The boys are shocked at Laurel's knowledge about show business. Ryder especially intrigued at Laurel's explanation.

"But what do I know, about that stuff," Laurel speaks after a moment of silence "Finn?"

"Adding onto what Laurel was saying, that was great to start off with. But we need twice the amount of energy you guys are giving us."

"Let's take a quick break and do it again but with more energy," Artie speaks up. Ryder starts to walk over to where Laurel is anxiously picking at her nails, only to get cut off by Jake who gets to her first and they head off somewhere else. Ryder clenches his jaw as he realizes Jake was making a move on Laurel. Anger bubbles up inside him as he thinks about what he'll do to her. He'll hurt her, and Marley.

What do girls see in him? Ryder thinks to himself genuinely worried about Laurels well being.
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"Why exactly do we need to be all the way over here?" Laurel asks as the wind whips her hair all over  the place.

"So no one will hear us," Jake responds giving Laurel his infamous leather jacket. Laurel happily puts it on considering the chilly weather. It takes awhile for Laurel to register his words then a look of realization spreads across her face.

"If you brought me out here to murder me I have pepper spray in my back pocket," Laurel says taking a step back from her supposed 'killer'.

"Why would I kill you?" Jake laughs at Laurels assumption, and the fact that she was clutching the object in her back pocket.

"I don't know! You're the evil mastermind," Laurel laughs along as she realizes her claim was completely absurd. She lets go of the hairspray filled container of pepper spray.

"Laurel. I know you've been living in the old dance studio," Jake says with a serious tone. All laughs came to a halt as Laurels face pales as her palms get sweaty.

"How did-" Laurel asks quietly. Not even bothering to finish her sentence.

"I go there a lot. Whenever I get stressed, whenever I feel bored whenever I just want to get away. Yesterday I went there to hook up with a girl and I saw your guitar in there." Jake explains, looking at Laurel to see her reaction.

"What else do you know," Laurel asks her voice thick as to what else he could've uncovered about her past.

"Nothing else. Don't worry your secrets safe with me," Jake sees Laurel let out a breath of relief. "and if you ever need a place to stay. My house isn't that great but it's something, and my mom doesn't really give a shit about who I bring into the house."

"It's fine. We barely know each other and it'd be kinda weird to stay with you. No offense." Laurel says nervously.

"None taken," Jake confirms. "We should go back inside before anyone thinks we're hooking up."

Laurel nods a familiar blush taking over her cheeks, Unsure wether she could trust Jake or not.
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Jake knows. Amber Knows. Logan knows. Millie Knows. Sam knows. Basically being homeless isn't her biggest secret since we're only 7 chapters in and 5 people already know.

Sorry that this story is slow, I've got some plans about how this story will go but I'm not sure about the details.

No Amber or Logan this chapter, but they'll definitely be in the next one.

The last 6 chapters took place in 'The role you were born to play ' but this is the first chapter in 'Glease'

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