Been a while with this story, huh? Sorry about that, major writer's block xD...but I'm BAAACK! Enjoy, lovelies <3.
I Am Unicorn
-------------------------------------------------------------Chapter Two--------------------------------------------------------
"Uh, Kurt....don't you think these posters are a bit...flamboyant?"
I picked up one of the posters that was leaning on his dresser. It was a picture of him photoshopped on a unicorn that invited everyone to join in on his 'Bulging Pink Fun Sack". Kurt decided to run for student body president and, for some bizarre reason, he put Brittany in charge of his endorsement campaign. I was here to support Kurt all the way, but there was no way these were going up in the hall and coming down untouched.
"I know. I mean, I want everyone to 'embrace the gay', but not with this."
I nodded, "Okay...how about we make a whole new line of posters that reflect how you want to be seen."
Kurt smiled as he began to tell me what he pictured. Just as he was getting his outfit together, a knock was heard on the door. Kurt called a welcome in and soon the door opened to reveal Finn. I looked away. I've been giving Finn the cold shoulder since the way he acted in glee towards Nick and Blaine. He knew it, and he didn't exactly make an effort.
"Oh, Lizzie. I didn't know you were here.."
I shrugged, annoyed. "Well, I am."
"Can we talk? Please?"
Kurt answered for me, "Yes!" I turned to him, anger in my eyes. His eyes widened. "I'm tired of you two fighting! And I'm sick of seeing Finn mope around the house, he's been doing it all weekend."
I just shook my head at him and followed Finn to his room. He closed the door while I sat on his bed, arms folded around my chest. He pulled his desk chair so that he was in front of me.
"I'm so sorry about exploding on your brother during glee-"You know he's been through shit with Joe! Glee is supposed to be a safe place for him." I interrupted.
Finn just nodded, a sad look crossing his face. "I know....I apologized to him today in the locker room."
"I-I just want to know what got into you." I said, holding his hand.
Finn sighed, "You know how talented Blaine is, plus, your brother writes songs now too...I'm just afraid I'll be forgotten." He looked down, "It's embrassing, I know."
"Do you know how talented you are? Finn, you blew everyone away at Nationals....you definetly blew me away." He chuckled. "You have nothing to worry about, okay?"
"..Okay." He repeated. "Did I mention how much I love you?"
I giggled as I pecked his lips. "A few times, yes."
"So, uh, when's Kurt expecting you back?" He smirked mischeviously.
I didn't even bother to answer, I just slammed my lips onto his. I missed the way they felt agantist mine. Heck, I missed him. After our little makeout session, and taking care of Kurt's photoshoot, I got into my new used convertible and made the journey home. When I made it to my driveway, my eyes widened. A sliver volvo sat on the driveway.
Joe was home.
I sighed as I stared at the car, mocking me with it's old memories. I couldn't go into my own home, whenever I'm around Joe I feel so...vulnerable and just scared. Luckily, my parents are home so it's not like he'll try anything, right? I took a couple of deep breathes then finally exited my car.
When I opened the front door, my mother's voice carried throughout the house. Excitment dripped from it as she went on and on about all his college offers. Joe responded with 'yep's and 'mhmmm's, I rolled my eyes. Always full of conversation. I walked into the kitchen.
Nick was the first to see me and shot me a sympathetic smile. I just rolled my eyes, why didn't he warn me? Nick's gaze caught my mother's attention and she smiled at me.
"Lizzie! We were just about to call you!" She stood up from the table.
Joe turned in his seat and shot me his own little smile. He looked..different. For one, he had some scruff on his face, I guess when you're with a bunch of other assholes you don't bother shaving. And, oh god, he had an earring. My older brother got his ear peirced. I stiffled a laugh, but let a smile shine through as he got up.
"Hey...you're back." I said, awkwardly as he hugged me.
Joe nodded, "Yep. I had to come home earlier because of this internship I got."
"Internship?"
Dad smiled, "Joe is going to be an intern for Coach Beiste at you school!"
That's when I felt my life shatter before me once again.
XXX
The rest of the night was a blur. After Joe explained that his internship was for the rest of the year, and that he would be at schook everyday...I zoned out. I couldn't stop thinking about the pain he put me through, now he was going to ruin my senior year?
After dinner, I ran up to my room and locked the door. Without thinking, I went to my bathroom and pulled out my razor, adding a new scar to my frigtening growing collection. After cleaning it up, I just leaned againtist my counter, taking deep breathes.
I probably would've stayed there all night, if someone didn't knock on the door. I quickly grabbed a sweatshirt from the hamper and pulled it over my McKinley Football tee shirt. I Wiping the last of my tears, I opened the door.
"Please let me in." Joe said, giving me sorrow eyes.
I sighed as I left the door and sat on my bed, waiting for him to come in. Joe seemed surprise by my invitation but quickly walked into the room, closing the door behind him.
"Look, I know you're pissed about this whole thing...but I need this. Remember that college in Chicago? Well, they accepted me! I'm on a waiting list until next semester, but they said an internship would look really good on my record...."
I listened as he droned on about himself. Joe was always good at gawking at his own accomplishments. He must be so great in his own mind, thinking he's a god walking among men. I decided to cut this off.
"Joe. It's fine." I lied. "When do you start?"
"Tomorrow morning...but that's not why I came up here." He took a seat on my bed. I stifled a look of disgust. "Mom and Dad want to have a big dinner this Friday with a few friends and family celebrating my internship and entrance in college. I was thinking you could invite Finn over for dinner."
Finn and Joe? Together? Now that was just a fight waiting to happen. Like Finn would ever agree to come over. Before I could even ask why, Joe continued.
"I want to make amends. I told Nick to invite Rachel too and he's all for it." He looked at me with big eyes. "Please, Lizzie?"
I bit my lip. Of course Nick agreed to Joe's invitation. Heck, I was more surprised by the fact that Rachel agreed to go. But, knowing Nick, he probably hasn't brought it up to her. I nodded.
"Okay, I'll ask Finn to come." He smiled hopefully. "But, don't be surprised if he saids no."
Joe just nodded, "Fair enough." He got up from my bed. "I better head to bed," He messed up my hair, "Night, scamp."
Okay, now he was trying too hard. Suddenly, this dinner seemed to only cause a big headache for me. I began strumming my guitar again, who knows. Maybe Finn will agree to come.
XXX
"C'mon, it'll be fun!"
Finn gave me a look as we walked to the choir room the very next day. Psh, who was I kidding? It was going to be far from fun. But, with Finn there, it would be tolerable. We stopped in front of the choir room.
"Maybe we can go see a movie after with Nick and Rachel." I smiled up at him, trying to sell this as much as I could.
Finn sighed, "Lizzie, you know I would do anything to make you happy. But, knowing that he...hit you...I don't think I'll be able to keep my cool.'
I sighed. "I told you not to worry about that.." I trailed off but then spoke up louder, "The house will be full of family members and friends that I've never met. You probably won't even see him."
"...I'll think about it." He adjusted the straps on his backpack. "You ready for Glee?"
My heart sunk. Thanks for being there for me, Finn. "Um..I'm just going to get some water. I'll catch up with you."
Finn held onto my arm. "Wait, are we...cool;?"
"Yeah, we're ice cold, Finn." I got out of his grip and made my way down the hall.
I can't beleive he wouldn't do this for me. I wasn't needy..was I? Oh God, am I a needy girlfriend?! No, it's perfectly natural that I expect Finn to come to a family function with me. I moved my hair out of the way as I took a drink from the fountain.
"Jonas!"
I didn't need to turn to know it was the one and only Charlie Bolten. He hasn't left me alone since that day on the soccer field. He was like a rash that I couldn't get rid of. I turned to look at him as he came towards me.
"Wow, you look mad. Was it something I did?" He asked, mocking a hopeful tone.
I rolled my eyes. "For once, no." He waited for me to go on. "And it's none of your buisness." I began to walk towards the choir room.
"Well, tell Finn he better fix his screw-up!"
I didn't bother responding as I continued to walk towards the choir room.
XXX
"You so need to auditon for Maria...oh! When I audition for Tony, we should do a joint audition! It'll be great, we can..."
I tuned Kurt out as he went on and on about his audition plans. Mr. Schue just announced that auditions for West Side Story will begin after school tomorrow. I've always loved the musical, it was actually my first musical! Maria was definetely my dream role, but Rachel was obviously going to get it. Of course, I'll still audition, but it's a fact.
I looked over at Finn who was on the drum set, listening to the rest of Mr. Schue's announcements. Maybe I would be contributing to Kurt's ramblings if Finn would agree to come with me. He caught my glance and shot me a smile...or maybe I'd contribute more if he realized I was upset with him. I shot a little smile back.
"So, what do you think your going to sing?"
I tuned Kurt back in just in time to see everyone getting up to leave. Was that the entire period...already?! I got up after Kurt and put my bag on.
"I'm thinking "Don't Cry For Me Argentina". You?"
Kurt shrugged, "Time to check out ye olde playlist."
I laughed as he went off with Blaine, they had their next class together. Finn walked over to me, grabbing his own bag.
"So, I was thinking..." FInn started.
I scoffed, that's new. "And...?"
"And, yes. I'll go to Joe's dinner thing on Friday."
I smiled widely at Finn, embracing him with a tight hug. He was a bit surprised but soon chuckled and wrapped his arms around me.
"What made you change your mind?" I asked as we left the choir room.
Finn smiled as he stopped me in the hall by a wall, putting his hands on my waist.
"The fact that I love you more than I hate Joe. And I just want you to be happy," I smiled. "Also, you promised we'd go to see 'Dark Shadows' afterwards so..." He joked.
"Oh, I think you mean 'The Lucky One'." I joked back, smiling up at him.
All he did was chuckle and kiss me. Long, but soft. I was so happy about our little moment that I didn't even notice Charlie glaring at the two of us.
XXX
Auditions.
Or, as I like to call them, "An exucse for Lizzie to stress". Sure, I could sing in front of a huge crowd in New York City, but singing for three people in the auditiorium? That was terrifying. I took a couple of deep breathes as I adjusted my white sundress. I was currently watching Kurt kill his audition with his rendition of "I'm The Greatest Star".
How could he do that? I watched as he confidently did high kicks and twirled around the poles. His big-broadway smile obviously radiated to the judges because soon they were cheering him on. I shook my head in awe, a smile on my face. It was hard to beleive that this was the same boy from last year who had to transfer to Dalton due to bullying. He's so happy now and I couldn't be happier that he's happy.
...That made sense, right?
I sighed, getting more nervous by the minute. I wish Finn was here, but he had to leave early due to a doctor's appointment, Nick was busy job-hunting as well so he couldn't be here.
"Hey, Jonas."
I jumped a bit then rolled my eyes. Great. Just what I need. "You can't be back here, Charlie."
Charlie Bolten stepped a bit out the shadows. Ugh. Doesn't he have anything better to do?
"Excuse me, but are you the 'Auditorium Police'?" He crossed his arms over his chest as I shook my head. "Then I guess I'm allowed here, huh?" He took a seat on one of the orchestra chairs that were kept backstage.
"I'm not in the mood for out snarky little back and fourth today, alright? I have to sing next and, surprsingly, you're not helping." I said the last sentence in a sarcastic tone.
"Please, Jonas. Like I would waste my time coming here just to bug you." He rolled his eyes, putting his feet up on the other chair.
I crossed my own arms, "Then why are you here?"
Surprisingly, his expression softened as he shrugged his shoulders. "Maybe I just wanted to hear you sing."
I couldn't help but blush a bit. No! I wasn't blushing because Charlie said this to me, I was blushing at the fact that someone came just to hear me sing. Sure, my parent's been to Glee concerts but they're supposed to be there. Charlie came just for the heck of it. Wow, maybe he isn;t such an ass-
"Are you blushing, Jonas? Is someone getting a little hot and bothered?" He smirked.
Nevermind. Still an ass.
I rolled my eyes, "You wish."
"Hey! There's the snarky comment I was waiting for!" Charlie smiled, pointing at me.
I tried to hide my smile, but failed. Luckily, Kurt came running off from the stage and engulfed me in the hug.
"That was exhilatering! I so got the part!" His eyes then widened. "The throwing knifes weren't too much, were they?"
"Are you kidding? They loved it!" Charlie's voice spoke up before mine could.
Kurt and I turned to him, my expression annoyed as Kurt's was pure shock and surprise. Charlie did a little wave as Kurt pulled me away from his vision.
"Uh, what's he doing here?" He glanced back over to Charlie, who began to text.
I shrugged. "He just showed up to piss me off, I guess." Suddenly, the voice of Artie calling my name filled the auditorium, I turned back to Kurt. "Make sure he doesn't heckle me, alright?"
"Will do." Kurt did a mock salute. "Go get 'em, Lizzie Jonas." We hugged one last time.
I smiled at Kurt and even gave a little nod to Charlie as I walked out to the stage. My nerves settled a bit as I stood at center stage, my arms to my side.
"Elizabeth Jonas auditioning for Maria. I'll be singing 'Don't Cry for Me Argentina'." I smiled up at the two teachers and my friend.
"Go for it." Artie said into the microphone, giving me a little thumbs up.
I nodded then cued the band. My mouth opened as the lyrics and melodies poured out. In that moment, I was just singing, not even thinking about the problems that could -and would- be created by me just writing down Lizzie-Maria on the audition sheet.
In that moment, I had no idea the friendships that would be tested or the damage that would be done to the club.
Nope, not in that moment.