clutched the current book she was reading tightly in her hands—Jane Eyre. Also beside her chest was the current sheet music she wanted to practice with.

Walking with Tina, Artie and Mercedes, the latter ran them through some practice vocal runs. "Morning, guys!" Schuester greeted them with a friendly wave.

"Hey, Mr Schue! We're just learning some runs." Mercedes smiled.

"Oh, yeah?"

"So it goes!" Mercedes said as she showed off her vocal runs.

Artie, Tina, and Mr Schue ran through the vocal runs as Dorothea just watched onwards at them, giving Tina 3 sheets to give to the others. They agreed to practice together, she was trying her best, y'know?

"With the finger, huh?" Mr Schue chuckled and Mercedes laughed along.

"Pretty fly for a white guy!"

"Oh, thank you, thank you!" Schue exaggeratedly said, hand over his heart. "Hey, don't be late for rehearsal this afternoon!"

"Okay!" The group said, almost in sync.

***

That afternoon, the glee club was being held captivated as Dorothea would say, to perform some song from who knows what decade.

As Rachel tried to put more what'd shed say was enthusiasm into her performance, and high kicked mere centimetres away from Mercedes' face.

"Whoa, whoa! Hell to the no! First of all, you try to bust my face again, and I will cut you!" Mercedes threatened and thankfully interrupted the so-called performance. "And, also, this song is awful." She finished off by, stating the obvious.

"No, no, no. It's not the song. You guys just need to get into it!" Schuester tried to hype them up, though going with fail.

"Don't blame your tacky song choice on us, Mr Schue." Dorothea crossed her arms as she spoke, avoiding looking at the older man.

Kurt groaned, "No, it's the song. It's really gay."

The hypocrisy—no, she couldn't assume that.

"We need modern music, Mr Schue," Artie said, once more stating the obvious Schuester was too oblivious to see.

"I'm sorry, guys. We don't have time to discuss this. We're doing this song this Friday at the pep assembly."

Tina audibly gasp—and she honestly had a right to. "Infront of the whole school?!"

Schuester, thought she was enthusiastic and not practically fearing for her life, social life & reputation. "Exactly!"

"They're gonna throw food at us. And I just had a facial." Kurt said, disgusted.

"If food gets thrown at me, I'm getting my dad to press charges." Dorothea scoffed, astounded at the idea that anyone would even waste food just to throw it at people.

"I'm with Dorothea. I'll sue." Rachel declared, throwing a piercing glare at Schuester.

"Guys, I cant express how important this assembly is! We need recruits. There are seven of you. We need twelve to qualify for regionals. We have no choice or the club is over. I know you guys don't like this song, but we took nationals back in '93 with Freak Out. It's a crowd-pleaser. Trust me. From the top."

Glancing at her fellow teammates, Dorothea saw mixed looks over despair & fear.

Finn spoke quietly, though, load enough for the club to hear. "Im dead."

***

Dorothea sat on the piano-stool beside Tina as Kurt & Mercedes stood bickering about hair and outfits for some odd reason.

"Schue's gonna get us killed if we do disco." Dorothea sighed taking Tina's attention from the pocket mirror in her hand.

"A-a-and he's not l-listening to us." The goth said back turning around to face her.

"I think even Finn could pick a better song to do at the assembly & that says alot." Said the brunette, playing a quiet scale on the piano, as Artie wheeled over to the duo.

"Finn would prefer not to do the assembly even if it meant the club being done." Artie said to the two as Mercedes snapped her fingers.

"Dorothea, you, help me with this for a second." Mercedes said, the two girls at the piano sharing a confused look with each other.

The brunette stood up and walked over to where Mercedes stood facing Kurt– who was looking Mercedes up and down.

"Girl, what'd you think about this hater?" Mercedes said, sneering slightly.

"I say that... if his hair was longer he'd have matted curls." Dorothea observed as Mercedes choked out a laugh.

"Oh girl, I love you already."

The door soon opened as Schue walked in, dressed unusually, as if he was trying to fit in with "the kids".

"Alright, guys! How about a little Kanye?" Schue said, acting as if using a quote-on-quote popular singer will get the glee club to not despise him already.

"For the assembly?!" Mercedes gasped, at a high pitch than normal.

"No." Schue spoke bluntly, "We won't be ready in time. We're still doing disco. But we can fold this into our repertoire and it'll be awesome at regionals. Communication is the foundation of any successful music group. If we're gonna succeed, we need to communicate. You guys said you wanted modern music, I listened."

"Yeah modern and whatever but if you let us do something we acctually like and we could seem like we acctually like it here and maybe more people will be convinced to join." Dorothea critiqued, as the older man practically ignored what she said.

"Disco is cool for the assembly, people'll like it, trust me. Finn, take the Kanye solo here."

"What? No, I- I can't do the solo, Mr. Schue. I'm still learning how to walk and sing at the same time." Finn stumbled quickly over his words as he swayed on his feet & fumbling with his sleeves.

"No problem! I'll walk you through it." Schue smirked, taking off his jacket as he was trying to appear cooler.

"Ooh," said the remaining members of the glee club, almost in sync as they took sheet music and Schue started to "perform" Gold Digger by Kanye.

Despite being heavily against it, Dorothea joined along, dancing beside Mercedes who started the song more jaw-dropping than Schuester could ever dream of doing. As the song ended, she turned to the girl. "Do you think I can sue for emotional damage?"

***

Tagging along to practically third wheel Finn & Rachel was a bad idea.

Sitting in Figgins's office–which was definitely covered in dead skin cells and dust– she was stood to "humiliation" and the trio were questioned.

"Would you like to tell Principal Figgins and Mr Schuester what I caught you two doing?" The bitchy cheerleading coach–Sue? Asked.

"It just... sort of happened?" Finn mumbled.

"...don't you think you're kind of overreacting?" Dorothea asked, giving Sue a pensive look.

As Sue's fingers snapped in her face, Dorothea bit her lip in apprehension. "See! This is the only thing the French do! Rebel! I say we bring back a guillotine and behead them, specifically her." Sue snarled at the youngest brunette.

"Firstly, I'm fourteen, under Ohio state laws it's a first-degree misdemeanour & is illegal and can be held against you in a cour-"

"That's enough, Elle Woods. I don't care."

"Sue, you cannot speak to a student that way! Rachel, explain what happened." Schuester snapped

"Finn was worried about having to perform a solo at the pep assembly in front of his chromosomally challenge friends. I was immediately concerned by his lack of self-esteem and made a creative preemptive strike,, being incredibly helpful got Dorothea to tag along & help with the posters as she shows creativity and I don't want to wear myself out by using my strength on these people." Rachel explained, grimacing dramatically at the last few words.

"Basically what she said." Finn tagged on.

"We figured that with the right marketing strategy, we could pull from the entire student body without having an assembly, thus creating the diverse Glee Club this school has been craving." Rachel thoroughly explained, as Schuester just looked confused & offended at them.

"...then Sue walked in and thought we were doing something much more malicious, dropped her diseased protein shakes & hauled us straight here," Dorothea added further on, flattening out her skirt as she crossed her legs.

"That copy machine is for Cheerios use only. Paid for by alumni donations. I can't begin to fathom the damage you'd have done to the program had you broken it." Sue said, venom clearing seeping through every word she spoke as if she were much more of a snake than she already was.

"Hold on, Sue-" Schue began, as Sue cut him off.

"I resent being told to hold on to anything, William. I will not be treated like a second-class citizen because of my gender. There is a very clear bureaucracy when it comes to photocopies, and you seem to think that these procedures don't apply to your students." Sue then turned to Figgins, who looked like he experienced the harshest lecture just by Sue looking in his direction. "It is my strong recommendation that both these students be once more, beheaded."

"Does she want a lawsuit that badly?" Dorothea mumbled to Finn, who had a look like he just sucked on a harsh lemon.

Schue sighed, "how many copies did you guys make?"

"Seventeen." Sue spat aggressively.

"Okay... and how much does a photocopy cost?" Schue disinterestedly asked, and just as Sue was about to answer with a most likely exaggerated answer, Figgins answered for once in his life.

"Four and a half cents."

Schue looked between everyone in the room, "How about they pay for the copies?"

"I like this compromise. Children, pay Ms Sylvester, and we'll let you off with a warning. And Sue, I'm sorry, but I'll have to ask you personally to clean the congealed protein shake off the photocopy room floor."

Sue looked vividly disgusted, as if her stomach was being twisted by centimetres every few seconds. "That's why we have janitors."

"Sue, we're in a recession, and concessions must be made. I've laid off half of the janitorial staff. We all need to lend a hand."

Taking in a deep breath, Sue glared at Finn, Rachel and Dorothea. Before making her way over to them, "Lady Justice wept today."

Rachel looked over to Dorothea as Sue put out her hand.

"Rachel, why are you looking at me?"

"You have the most money out of all of us," Rachel said as if it were the most obvious thing globally, as Finn handed his 25 cents looking squeamish.

"And you have the most punchable face out of all of us, pay your literal 25 cents, Berry."

***

"There wasn't even a sign on the door that said it was for Cheerios only, Sue is such a bitch, like it's so unbelievable." Dorothea groaned as Finn looked down at her.

"Quinn will kill me if she hears this, but you're cool... like what you said to Rachel was like funny n stuff." Finn laughed as Rachel came out of Figgins's office with Schuester trailing behind her.

Rachel shoved past Dorothea as she stood closer to Finn that if Quinn saw her, Rachel's reputation would be ruined beyond repair.

Dorothea smiled at Finn and he smiled back at her sweetly as she walked away.

***

Dorothea tried to make it her mission within the next four years at Homophobic High that she will enter the gymnasium as little as possible.

"I officially call this meeting of Glee club in session!" Rachel announced, banging a gavel at an outrageous volume.

"But Mr Schuester isnt here..?" Artie stated the obvious.

"Mr Schuester isnt coming. I paid a freshman to ask him for help with irregular verbs."

Looking at Mercedes beside her, Dorothea could tell if this was a 1930's cartoon she'd be blowing steam from her ears. "Ugh! I am so sick of hearing you squawk, Eva Peron."

"Let her talk." Finn encouraged softly from where he was sat, as he nodded at her.

"I have another idea for the assembly." Rachel said, making sure she had the clubs full attention.

"Can I, once again, stress my most strenuous objections to this attempted suicide?" Artie groaned as Finn nodded in most enthusiasm he'd probably ever shown.

"Someone break a bone and I'll help sue the school." Dorothea strangely positively said as Artie looked slightly into the idea from where she could see.

"Guys! They're not gonna kill us. Because, we're gonna give them what they want."

"Blood?" Kurt asked apprehensively.

"Better. Sex."

***

Dorothea sat infront of the cheap mirror in the small stage wings as she tightened her belt sluggishly. Hearing the microphone feedback as Figgins spoke, which could honestly lull her to sleep better than any music the Glee club could ever sing.

"You look p-pretty, 'Thea." Tina smiled, as Dorothea glanced at the other girl.

"From someone as gorgeous as you saying that? Flattered, Tina."

"Didn't know you were able to use other tones other than sarcasm and boredom," Kurt turned to the two girls, as he finished rubbing in the last bit of his mosturiser.

"Oh I'm capable of more than any of you know. Hummel, why are you putting mosturiser on for singing on stage infront of too many hormonal teenagers too count?"

"Incase they throw food." Kurt answered, swinging around to face the girls who waited for finish to finish speaking.

"V-v-valid."

"-how great Glee is, but, uh, I think I'm gonna let some friends of mine show you instead."

The club quickly got into position as the curtains fluttered open, and not very gracefully mind that. As Push It began to play through the low quality speakers, the future lawyer felt a surge of panic and anxiety wash over her as everyone stared at probably the most hated Glee club in the Midwestern states.

Everyones eyes. So many people to see her mess up. So much could go wrong. What if Rachels stupid plan didnt work out? What if-

Tina's soft hand on her shoulder took her back to earth as they started dancing and singer incredibly suggestively —at that— to Push It by Salt N Pepa.

Most people sat horrified, until Jacob Ben Isreal, the invasive bitch he was, stood up and started ferociously cheering on them, the rest of the school did just that — even some faculty members.

Sue Sylvester, Mr Schue and Quinn Fabray looked a mix of appalled and offended as the performance ended.

Quinn fucking Fabray watched her dance most likely stupidly and immaturely to Push It with her boyfriend. Oh. My. God.

***

Dorothea Smythe had dinner with her father usually atleast just a once a month.

As the two sat at the table, Dorothea tapped her foot as she pushed around food on her plate.

Breaking the silence, the brunette looked up at her father. Cutting image of a lawyer—well attorney. He looked atleast a decade or half a decade if she felt like being nice older than he was. It's one of the downsides of the job. She thought to herself.

"I joined my school's Glee club."

"That's lovely, Dorothea." He sighed, before asking the obvious. "What a glee club? Is it some sort of writing club? You were always good at poetry from what Vivienne said."

Her mother was a sore spot. She kept her brother and younger sister in Paris whilst she was dragged to Bumfuck, Ohio.

"Oh uhm... it's a singing thing. But! They compete and stuff at the end of each semester, it's fun. Trust me," She smiled as earnestly as she could.

"Wonderful. Remember what I told you about competitions?"

"Always put yourself on top, despite others?" She replied, biting the inside of her cheek so hard she could draw a Picasso painting with the hypothetical blood.

"Exactly, dont let what they think they are put you off. You're my daughter, you should have this engraved. Don't be like your mother."

Before Dorothea could rebuttal, her dad's phone rang with a generic ring tone.

"It's your uncle, I have to take it. I'll see you later, dear." He said, leaving the dining room, leaving his empty plate on the table. "Hello, Al—" She heard as he disappeared down the corridor.

Ignoring the amount of food still left on the plate, she dumped them both in the kitchen sink after scraping her dinner remainments into the food bin.

She could cope.

***

The next day, as she wheeled Artie to Glee club, to give Tina a break from doing it, Tina chattered about something, with Artie's rebuttal every few sentences.

As she walked into the choir room, there, in the middle of the rows of chairs was Quinn fucking Fabray and her two minions, Brittany and Santana.

Dorothea Smythe was so fucked.

The fluttering feeling seeing Quinn Fabray. The way she couldnt look into her eyes because she felt like she might just combust on the spot.

"Guys, I'm gonna go to the bathroom before Schue invades my senses with over played radio songs." Dorothea lied as truthfully as she could.

Artie nodded as she left. Keeping her head down she, as if she was the flash, sped walked as swiftly as she could to the nearest & most decent bathroom.

Was this a crush?

It couldn't be.

Wasn't she straight?

Every time she looked at a boy, she just felt either repulsed or a motherly sense over them. Like Finn, sure he was cute, but, the thought of being anything other than friends with him made her feel sick.

Or with any boy.

What was going on with her?

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ahhh second chapter:)!! 

i think this should give a bit more insight into my girl ahah

muah for you always

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