Burning up ☞︎ A Jesse st. James Fan Fic

I Am a Unicorn

"Mr. Schuester, would you mind if I dropped by for a little bit? I really need to catch up with you guys." Blaine asks.

"Okay, Mr. Shue, I'm glad that you're so concerned with our special needs members[Artie gives her a look], but what about me? Okay? Who's going to direct the school musical?" Rachel asks just as selfish as always.

"Ladies and gentleman- you're co-musical directors, Miss. Pillsbury And Coach Beiste. Now, Miss. Pillsbury did such a good job helping me out with rocky horror last year that I knew she could handle the job." Mr. Shue says.

"And I'm here to keep the football guys in line. I've also talked them into playing the Jets." Coach Beiste says.

"Mr. Shue, with all due respect to Mill. pillsbury And Coach Beiste, this is crazy. They have absolutely zero experience in directing a musical." Rachel complains.

"Not true. In college, I was in A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to the Forum. I played the forum." Coach corrected.

"The teachers at this school are already over worked and unfortunately a lot of them agree with Sue that the arts are a waste of time. Besides, they are going to have some help. I've decided to include a student director this year." Mr. Shue says.

"'Mr. Shue, I am honored but Barbara was forty when she directed herself in yentl, so it's just, it's too soon." Rachel says sadly.

"I hate you." Brittany comments.

"I was actually hoping that Artie would take the job." Mr. Shue admits.

"Me? I've developed my whole persona around conflict avoidance." Artie says.

"Come on, you would be so good, and I know it's what you wanna be." I say softly.

"Come on Artie, you've made short films, directing is your dream. You can do it." Tina says. He looks around the room and multiple people nod.

"You got this." I whisper encouragingly. He forms this cute, shy smile.

"I'm in." He says. We all clap for him.

After school the ones Mr. Shue called out were in the choir room, getting ready to dance.

"Listen, Mr. Shue, I'm all for participating, but shay says I'm more of a park and bark and i tend to agree." Mercedes says.

"A what and what?" Finn asks confused.

"Park and bark- I stand center stage singing the notes no one else can while all of you guys dance around me." Mercedes explains. I nod my head.

"Boot camp is about all of you dancing, Mercedes. In unison. I mean look at vocal adrenaline. When they're in sync- one big terrifying machine, they're unstoppable. Mike, do your thing. Let's go." Mr. Shue instructs him.

"The jazz square, the grapevine, step-touch, the kick ball change, and pivot. We perfect these basics, we win nationals. Grapevine to the right." Mike instructs as the piano starts playing.

"I-am-in-hell." Noah shouts to everyone.

"It's-not-that-hard!" I shout back.

"Finn, you look like you're stepping on bees. Come on, Mercedes blend." Mike corrects them.

The next day at school Santana and Brittany ask me to help them put up Kurt's posters. I look through them as we're putting them up.

"Are you sure Kurt wanted these posters?" I ask Brittany. She looks at me confused.

"Yeah, totally. Kurt is a unicorn and he's embracing it." Brittany confirms. I look at them with unease.

"It's just... Kurt doesn't really like to be defined by his sexual orientation and this kind of screams..." I trail off.

"Gay..? It's fine, Kurt with love them." Santana assures me. I shrug and keep putting them up. Just when we're almost finished Kurt comes storming up to us.

"This is not the poster we agreed on!" Kurt yells. I sigh.

"Are you kidding me Brit?!" I ask.

"The poster that you wanted gave me crippling desperation." Brittany reasoned.

"I wanted something tone down." Kurt pleads.

"This is toned down. In the original, the unicorn was riding you." Santana explains.

"That is actually awesome." I whisper.

"I don't know why you're so upset. You're special; you need to embrace it. This is who you are." Brittany tries to reassure him.

"I'm not going to win. Rachel, Rachel, I need you. I need you to come with me to the auditorium right now and help me audition for Tony again." I hear Kurt yell. The three of us walk away to put up more posters.

"And stop putting up those posters!" Kurt yells through the hall. I turn to Brit who looks down in the dumps.

"I failed my precious unicorn." Brit says pouting.

"No. Look, this campaign is brilliant." Santana compliments.

"Really?" Brittany asks.

"Completely, And if he doesn't get it, then he doesn't deserve to have you as his campaign manager. There's no one like you. You're a genius Brittany." Santana says sincerely.

"You are the unicorn." I add as Santana and I walk away, elbows linked.

After school we're back at booty camp and after an hour of practice I am drenched in sweat in the most unattractive way imaginable. I watch as Mike and Mr. Shue do some dance, their moves are so swift and graceful and all I want to do right now is fall flat on my face

"That's it! All right, Finn. You got this buddy. Come on." Mr. Shue encourages as we wait for Finn to finish, after we all got it down. We watch as Finn falls on his ass once again.

"I can't do this. [you can] I can't." Mr. Shue and Finn argue.

"Hey, who knows more about dancing- you or me? [you] thats right. Look, I know you can do this. And I believe in you." Mr. Shue tries to encourage him again.

"One more time." Finn says. Mr. Shue picks Finn up and they start the number. They almost finish and we're all hopeful. When Finn does it successfully we actually cheer and clap loudly for him. We each give him a high five and we suddenly notice a blonde and proper looking Quinn on the sidelines.

"Can I help you Quinn?" Me. Shue asks.

"I heard this was for people who needed a little help with their dance moves and want to win nationals." Quinn says.

"That's right." Mr. Shue replies shortly.

"So, I'm a little rusty. And, uh... would it be cool if I joined in?" Quinn asked nervously.

"Absolutely." Mr. Shue said. I squealed and barreled into Quinn as we laughed and hugged each other.

"I missed you." I tell her honestly.

"I missed you too." She says smiling at me.

"Welcome back." Mr. Shue says.

"Get in here, girl. You've been missed." Mercedes says joining our hugging and then mike joined.

"Enough, Enough. All right, let's get in lines. Booty camp, here we go. Line it up." Mr. Shue says as we get ready to dance again.