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"A singer in a smokey room.
The smell of wine and cheap perfume."

That was Finn and Quinn. After Santana, Brittany and Quinn had all joined the Glee Club, Rachel had quit. And then, Mike, Matt, and Puck joined. Nathalie's still confused why Puck decided to do it.

Little did she know it was because of Quinn Fabray.

"For a smile they can share the night
It goes on and on and on and on-"

Quinn then stopped abruptly and ran out the door, going towards the bathroom, "Quinn, you okay?" Mr. Schue worriedly asked as he watched the girl leave the room, ignoring him, "I think she just had a bad breakfast burrito." Finn said suddenly, trying to come up with an excuse.

"Couldn't you come up with a better excuse?"

Finn looked down at the girl and shrugged, "it was the first thing that came to mind."

Nathalie rolled her eyes; boys are really dumb. Sighing, she left the choir room, ignoring all looks, going towards the bathroom to help Quinn. She shouldn't, but she couldn't leave her best friend alone in a stall.

"Quinn?"

She kindly asked as she opened the door but frowned when she heard light sobs coming from one of the stalls. Nathalie sighed and sat down, when this happens, when Quinn cries, the girl always sits down and let the blonde let everything out, and then she asks if she wants to talk.

Despite the closed door between the girls, Nathalie put her hand behind it, silently telling her that, no matter what, she's always there for her. Feeling her hand getting grab, Nathalie smiled, Quinn does know that.

"I need to tell you something."

And with that, Noah Puckerman was screwed.

︶ ︶ ︶ ︶ ︶ ︶

Nathalie Hummel was pissed and guilty. Pissed because Puck got Quinn drunk and he took the opportunity to sleep with her. She didn't give him any type of consent, yet he thought it was the right time to sleep with her.

Nathalie also felt guilty because she thought Quinn was playing with her feelings. On the contrary, Quinn had been playing everyone's feelings except Nat's.

"Guys,"

Mr. Schue started and got Nathalie's and Bea's attention, "I'd like to introduce you to someone incredibly special. This is April Rhodes. She's our newest member."

The two sisters studied the woman. She looked just a bit older than Mr. Schue with platinum blonde hair and blue eyes.

In Bea's opinion, she's a gorgeous woman but a little old to be in a high school club.

"Wait, so old people can join Glee Club now?" Finn asked quite rudely. Bea tried to contain her laughter and Nathalie elbowed both of them in the ribs as April started talking, "old, huh? You guys look like the world's worst Benetton ad."

"Mr. Schuester, this seems like a terrible idea." Artie said and Mr. Schue shook his head, pleased with his idea, "April is a great singer. And she never graduated."

Nathalie noticed that April and Puck were sharing a 'look' and she gagged in disgust, "I hope she knows that she is a grown adult, if she sexually involves with a minor, she might go to jail."

Mr. Schue gulped at her comment when a few of his kids started agreeing with Nathalie, such as Bea, Finn, Kurt and Tina. Mike and Matt didn't agree with her, maybe because they were already under April's spell.

"We appreciate what you're trying to do, but she's no Rachel." Mercedes spoke and April gave her a confused look, "who's Rachel?"

"Sh-Sh-She's kind of our star." Tina stuttered, making Nathalie confused. The girl talked with her a few days before without stuttering. Maybe she was getting better, but Nathalie had a gut feeling that Tina had been lying about it.

April hummed and asked where she was then. Kurt, bitterly, explained that she left to be lead in Cabaret, a great musical in Nathalie's opinion, but maybe not the best one for a high school play.

But then again, she doesn't care, since Rachel is out of the club, maybe she could become the lead singer.

︶ ︶ ︶ ︶ ︶ ︶

Nathalie got the most amazing call ever. Shoving her phone in her pocket, she let out an angry sigh, scaring both Mike and Matt, "I just received the most amazing call."

The two boys shared a look before looking at their friend, "who do we need to punch?"

The girl chuckled and closed her locker. The trio started walking, Nathalie in the middle of the two, and everyone would move out of the way so they could walk freely. Some boys and girls waving, smirking, and eyeing Nat's body up and down like she was some pray.

Nathalie definitely hated that.

"That bitch April got my brother drunk on school grounds and he threw up on Ms. Pillsbury shoes."

"Do you want me to drive you home?" Nathalie smiled at Mike's question and shook her head, "my dad is with him; you don't need to drive me there. But thank you." she said and kissed his cheek, making him blush and Matt smirk, already wanting the two together.

Looking ahead, Nathalie narrowed her eyes when she finally saw the woman who made Kurt sick. The girl bid goodbye to the boys and walked with a fast pace towards the woman, making both of them chuckle.

"So, when are you going to confess your feelings for Nat?"

"Never," Mike spoke, "are you crazy? She won't go for me. She has so many people interested in her, why would she choose me?"

"She kissed you, Mike." Matt rolled his eyes, "no one else. I think she already chose you."

Mike put his hands on his pockets and looked down sighing, "we kissed, yes, for me it was everything, but I don't know for her. She probably kissed me in the heat of the moment. Everyone was kissing each other. Hell, even Bea kissed you."

Matt gave him a look and shushed him, "shh! Nat might here you! She doesn't know that Bea and I hooked up."

Mike rolled his eyes but smiled when he watched Nathalie advised April to be afraid of her, because she has all the power in that school. It is true, Nathalie is Sue's favorite, if she's sad, Sue might murder someone. If Nathalie wants someone out of the cheerios, they are out. If she wants someone out of the school, you bet your ass that Sue can get the person out.

"See? That's why I'm not going to tell her about me and Bea. Besides, it was a one-time thing, never going to happen again."

"But you wouldn't mind hooking up again," Mike teased, and Matt shook his head while smiling, "sure, she's amazing. But she said no. And no is no."

︶ ︶ ︶ ︶ ︶ ︶

The next day the glee club, except Nathalie, Finn and Quinn, were in the choir room. Everyone had been debating what was going on with Quinn, and why was she crying and going to the bathroom more than five times a day.

Puck was tired of hearing them giving stupid suggestions. So done that he was the one who told them that Quinn Fabray was indeed pregnant. Everyone was shocked to say the least. And it became worse when Rachel entered the choir room, shocked when no one celebrated the fact she was back.

Mercedes was the one breaking down for Rachel. Which, for Bea, was a stupid idea. Rachel is crazy in love with Finn and she's going to use this information to her own benefit.

But Rachel was sad. Sad because Finn played her feelings.

Nathalie had a lot on her mind to be that day in the club and refuses to be in the same room with someone like Puck.

Standing in the auditorium, it was only her and the piano singing and playing Avril Lavigne's Complicated. Love is a mess, complicated, and she doesn't know how to express them.

She only knows with Quinn, it's stupid of her, only knowing how to express her real feelings with a now pregnant girl. She knew she needed to, somehow, put her feelings aside to help her friend.

Then there was Mike. She kissed him, but she shouldn't have done it. Nathalie knew that Mike likes her, but she doesn't feel the same way.

Also Santana, who's always there for her. They had kissed before, yes, a few years ago, but neither Nathalie nor Santana can't shake up the feeling they have around each other. They tend to be always touching each other.

And, finally, Tina. The two girls became close after Nathalie helped the goth girl with the Tonight song. They had hung out after that, went to the movies and Tina even went to her house once.

Love really is complicated.

︶ ︶ ︶ ︶ ︶ ︶

Nathalie decided to miss their performance. She asked Bea to tell the teacher that she wasn't feeling well and preferred staying at home resting.

Not that anyone would miss her in the performance. She was only a backup dancer and had no lines. It was all about April.

So Nathalie decided to go to the usual bar where she meets with a boy. Sighing, she played with the straw of her drink, waiting for the older boy.

"Drinking alcohol with a straw? That's an attack for any beer drinker, especially me."

Looking up, Nathalie gave him a look and mentioned him to sit down next to her, to which he did and draped his arm around her shoulder, making her somehow comfortable, "says the guy who once drank beer with a champagne glass."

The curly boy let out a laugh and shook his head, "please. You dared me to do that. Now, tell me, why the long face?"

"I was put as a backup dancer," Nathalie rolled her eyes in annoyance and the boy frowned, "no lines to sing. Nothing. Just swaying in the back with a cowboy hat. Do I look like a girl from Texas?"

"No," Jesse laugh and pulled her closer to him, "you are seriously one of the best dancer and singer I've ever met. Of course, I'm first, but you're amazing. Your mediocre coach should have put you in the middle."

"Yeah, but he preferred putting her high school crush in the center. I just need to forget about this," she grabbed her cup and clicked with Jesse, smirking at him, "that's why I called you."

"And what do you want from me?" Jesse rested his hand on the girl's thigh, gripping, smirking when she watched the girl whimper in his touch.

For the boy, Nathalie is a piece of art and he always wants to treat the girl like one when they are physically together.

Both knew their relationship shouldn't happen. They are show choir enemies, if people find out about this, they could get expelled from their respective clubs.

But now?

They don't give the slightest fuck about it. They have a need and both of them are glad to assist.

"What I want is for you to take me back to your place and fuck me. How about that?"

Jesse smirked for the third time, he sure loves the idea, "that can be arranged."




A/N

What I've been for a while trying to add into Nat's storyline! Jesse and Nathalie "relationship" 😉

Also, I feel like this last part was kinda rushed, I just didn't know what to write more lmao.

Hope you liked it!

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