[ The Breakup ]

Author’s Notes: Thanks for the feedback on the last chapter. I was afraid I was off track on the messages at the end … Glad you told me I wasn’t 🙂

*** Saturday ***

Since she was out late with the game and awake half the night thinking about the previous day, Kitty slept in on Saturday. She crawled out of bed around 10:30 and checked her phone. Sure enough, there was a text from Jake:

Are we doing anything today?

She sighed and rolled her eyes. Still no mention of her birthday.

She set her phone back down on her bedside table and headed for the bathroom for her morning ritual. She’d cried herself to sleep the night before, but she didn’t realize how many tears she’d shed until she saw her bloodshot eyes and swollen face that accompanied the morning sleep residue in the mirror.

She ran cold water on her face and used some cover-up to hide the redness. She really didn’t want any questions, so it was always best to hide the evidence.

She looked at herself again. Much better.

She returned to her room and donned her usual skinny jeans and t-shirt, grabbed her phone, and walked into the kitchen to find breakfast.

Her parents were sitting at the table when she got there. Her mom was eating some French toast, and her dad sat in front of a barely touched plate of it and chatted on his cel phone. From that context of it, he was talking about work.

“Good morning sweetie,” her mom said, giving her her cheek which Kitty kissed as was her custom. “How did you sleep? Would you like some French toast?”

“Okay, I guess,” she told her, “and that would be great.”

Her mom finished the last few bites of her own breakfast, and moved over to the stove to begin making a fresh plate for Kitty.

“Just okay, huh?” Her mom asked.

Kitty noded.

“I’m sorry your boyfriend and other friends didn’t remember your birthday,” She said. “It’s probably just so soon after meeting them -”

“-No! Mom,” Kitty told her, “I made a point of telling the entire squad last Friday, explaining why I might be a few minutes late for the game, and I mentioned it to Jake and some of the others twice! No they didn’t remember because it wasn’t a priority for them.” Bitterness filled her voice.

Mrs Wilde placed the first piece of bread in for batter and put her arm around her daughter’s shoulder. “I’m sorry, honey. I know that must hurt!”

Kitty and her mom just stood there for several minutes, and Kitty relished the rare act of physical affection.

“But, look at the bright side,” her mom told her in an attempt to make her feel better. “At least your friend Artie remembered!”

“He’s not my friend mom.”

“Why not?”

“I told you,” Kitty said, “he’s in glee club. There was a brief time when it was possible that we might be friends, but that ended when we slushied the two newest freaks and kicked them out of my lunch crew.”

“Why did you do that?” Her mom asked.

“What do you mean, Mom? You and dad urged me to sever my ties with the Glee club, remember?”

“I meant the slushing.”

“It seemed the most dramatic way to make our point, and it’s a longstanding tradition at this school for the jocks to torture the geeks and nerds.”

“But you didn’t do this to him.”

“No, I didn’t. I had no problem with Artie, specifically,” she told her. “Phil and Bobby actually did it, and only to the trans-sexual and Marley.”

“Who is Marley?”

“She’s this irritating girl who is trying to steal Jake from me! They are in glee club together.”

Just then her dad, who has finished his phone call and begun eating his now cold breakfast, joined the conversation.

“Jake’s in glee club?” William, her dad asked, chiming in to the conversation for the first time.

“A situation I am attempting to rectify,” she reassured him.

“See that you do,” he told her. “Dating a geek makes you a geek by association.”

She gave him a hurt look. “Jake is most definitely NOT a geek.”

“Speaking of Jake,” her dad asked. “When are you going to bring him home so we can meet him?”

“Soon, Dad,” she assured him. “I promise.”

“Well,” her mom said, “something tells me you have a friend whether you want one or not.”

“I highly doubt it mom,” she said. “I called him gimpy and insulted his other friends too.”

“Then how do you explain the birthday card”

“I don’t know.”

“It’s not going to hurt you to have a friend, Katherine,” she said as she finished the French toast and set it down at the table. “As long as you watch out that you don’t trust him too much, and always maintain the higher social status.”

Kitty sat down and began to eat her breakfast.

“That’s not going to be a problem. He’s been in glee club since he was a freshmen, and I highly doubt he will quit, and even if he did, the glasses and the chair have permanently branded his geek status.”

“Amanda,” William Wilde told his wife, “As long as he’s a member of the glee club, he will never be cool, and Katherine can’t be seen socializing with him. It’s a delicate time for her rise in social status, and she has to be very careful what she does and who she socializes with.”

“You don’t need to worry,” she told them. “I don’t purposely socialize with Artie, and I’m going to get Jake out of the glee club as soon as I can.”

In the back of her head she knew that both of her parents were right; Artie was trying to continue their friendship, and as much as she might like to have that, she could not see a way to make that work without endangering her own social standing, and she could not risk that. She would just have to continue as she had been and hope he would eventually take the hint.

Kitty’s phone vibrated in her pocket. She pulled it out and sure enough she had another message from Jake.

Are you up yet? I need of know if we are getting together today or if I’m free to make other plans.

Kitty had a feeling that ‘other plans’ would include Marley Rose. She sighed and texted him back:

Meet me at the mall at one o’clock.

The reply came back:

Okay. Food court?

Yes. She responded.

She finished her breakfast and got ready to head to the mall to meet Jake.

# # #

Artie also slept in on Saturday having been awake late thinking about the mystery that was Kitty Wilde. She could be at one time very cold and distant, at other times almost affectionate. She had told him that no one had remembered her birthday at school. That was so sad. They always made a big deal about birthdays in Glee, and it never occurred to him that the cheerleaders would be any different. She seemed so lonely.

Then there was her boyfriend Jake. What kind of boyfriend doesn’t remember his girlfriend’s birthday? He’d made a big deal about Tina’s, and Brittany’s when they were together, and would do the same for Sugar. Between the way he was carrying on with Marley and forgetting her birthday, he didn’t deserve Kitty.

Tomorrow afternoon was his horseback riding date with Sugar, so today he had no plans.

He got up that morning and texted Tina and asked her if she wanted to do anything. Things between them had been kind of tense since he’d chosen Blaine as the new “Rachel” a couple weeks before. It hadn’t been personal and deep down she knew that. But at the time she was pretty pissed. Things seemed to be getting better, but he suspected that she could benefit from a little ‘Retail Therapy’.

Sure enough she was free and the two of them made plans to head to the mall.

# # #

Kitty drove to the mall and parked her car near the food court entrance. She was early. It was only about 12:30, but she didn’t have anything better to do so she decided to sit down and wait for Jake to arrive. She sat at a table where she could see most of the food court. Off to one side she could see Artie and Tina ordering lunch from the local pizza place. They didn’t see her and found a place to sit. They had a couple shopping bags with them so they had been there for a while. As she observed their easy back and forth banter, she began to get jealous.

She missed having close friends like that. She hadn’t had any real close friends since transferring schools after her former BFF had betrayed her and turned everyone against her after she had dared to tell the truth. Unfortunately she found that she could no longer afford to let people get close to her. It just wasn’t worth the risk of getting hurt like that again.

Out of the corner of her eye she saw Jake arrive at the entrance, and sure enough he was with Marley! He said something that made her laugh and the two of them hugged. Once again she was filled with rage! She was about to get to her feet and go give them a piece of her mind when she noticed that they headed over toward Artie and Tina.

The four of them started chatting and Kitty watched from afar for several minutes. By the time her phone said it was 1:06 Kitty had seen enough. She rose to her feet and strode over to where for 4 glee clubbers were sitting.

“Well I was wondering what was taking so long for my boyfriend from meeting me on time for our date,” she addressed Jake directly, while sending ice cold glances at Marley.

“I thought we were just hanging out,” Jake answered back.

“When you’re dating, hanging out is called going on a date,” she snapped at him. “And I couldn’t help but notice that you arrived with Honey Bo Bo here as well. I thought we talked about that.”

“Look Kitty,” he told her, “Marley is just a friend. She needed a ride here to meet Tina and Artie to do some shopping. She called me, and since I was meeting you here, I offered her a ride. Simple as that.”

Our of the corner of her eye, Kitty saw Artie shift uneasily in his chair. Clearly this was news to him.

She ignored it and focused her attention on Marley, pointing her finger at her in an accusatory fashion, “My boyfriend is not your taxi service!”

Marley, in predictable fashion, reacted by physically jerking backwards. Kitty grinned.

“So, Jake,” Artie said, apparently eager to change the subject, asked, “So where are you taking Kitty to celebrate her birthday?”

Everyone stopped what they were doing and looked at him.

“What?” He asked sheepishly, “I just assumed that as her boyfriend…”

“It’s your Birthday?” Jake asked her.

“Actually it was yesterday,” she told him. “Not that you seem to care enough to remember!”

“You should have told me!” He told her.

“I did,” she snapped, “twice!”

“Look, Kitty,” he plead, “I’m sorry…”

She turned and walked off, and he followed her, continuing to plead for forgiveness.

# # #

Artie sat there listening as Jake told Kitty the lie about Marley being there to see them. They didn’t have any idea that they were going to be there. If was sheer coincidence that they happened to be there, and Artie didn’t like being used in someone else’s lie. He knew he shouldn’t have gotten involved in the Birthday fight, but he didn’t like the fact that Jake disrespected Kitty, and the words were out before he realized it.

As soon as Jake and Kitty walked off, Marley also excused herself, and Artie was once again alone with Tina, who wasted no time questioning her friend, “So you’re keeping track of her birthday too?”

“What?” He took her, “back when we were still hanging out I added it to my Google calendar and got an alert.”

That was only part of the reason he remembered, but he left it at that. He didn’t feel like explaining about the apparently lone birthday card because he knew that it would trigger a whole pile of new questions that he didn’t want to answer.

Tina rolled her eyes.

# # #

Kitty walked down the main hall of the mall as Jake followed her pleading forgiveness.

“Look, Kitty,” he told her. “I’m sorry! I’m terrible with dates!”

“How hard is if to remember ‘this Friday’ or ‘next Friday’?” She told him. “Do you know how embarrassing it is when none of your friends remember your birthday!?”

“Nome of the Cheerios remembered either,” he pointed out.

She stopped and turned to face him suddenly, pointing, “you’re supposed to be my boyfriend, Jake, I should be able to hold you to a higher standard than them.”

She turned away from him and sat down on a nearby bench, exhaling deeply in frustration. She could feel her face begin to flush. No, she wasn’t going to led him see her cry. She placed her hand on her brow, acting as if she was fighting the beginning of a headache, shielding her eyes, shook her head and blinked until the sensation passed.

Jake walked over and sat down next to her and placed his hand on her shoulder. “Look Kitty, I’m sorry.”

She wanted to lean against his body and lay her head on his chest and have him give her comfort. But she couldn’t do it. He couldn’t even be trusted to remember something as simple as a birthday. There was no way she was going to truck him with her body or her heart.

“I don’t get it Jake,” she spoke, almost in a whisper. “Why can’t you make me a priority in your life?

“You are a priority,” he told her.

“Then prove it, because you aren’t acting like it,” she said bitterly. “Do you think I don’t hear the people talking in the halls about you and Marley? You spend more time with her than you do with me. That’s not how it’s supposed to be. People think our relationship is just some kind of joke.”

“I’m sorry,” he told her, and he sounded like he actually meant it. “We really are just friends. How about I take you to dinner and a movie tonight to celebrate your birthday.”

“It’s a start,” she said. “But I pick the movie”

“Of course,” he said.

“But if you want my forgiveness, it’s going to take a lot more than that,” she told him. “You’re going to need to change your behavior. I need my boyfriend to make me a priority in his life, not an option, and take a genuine interest in the things I like….”

“I can do that,” he told her.

“Good.”

*** Sunday ***

Sunday afternoon Sugar arrived in a limo at Artie’s house around 1:00 to pick him up. She seemed genuinely excited to see him as they rode to the riding club. She cuddled up next to him in the car during the 20 minute ride there.

When they arrived, she wheeled him into the stables and showed them to him.

“My dad owns several horses, and I’ve picked out a gentle on for you to since it’s your first time riding,” she told him. “Do you know how of tell the horse what direction to go?”

“No,” he told her, taking a look at the horses.

“You so if with your legs,” she answered, demonstrating if doe him.

He gave her a confused look, “You know I can’t move my legs, right? Just my hips.”

An image of being towed popped into his head for a moment.

“Oh,” she said showing no sign of disappoint. “Then I guess you’ll have to ride with me me so I can control the horse.”

They both smiled.

# # #

Sunday morning Kitty awoke early and we went to church as usual, but she had a hard time getting into the service because she’d still been distracted by the events of the previous day.

Despite his assurance that things were going to change Jake seemed distracted during their date and just as he was during for football games and Cheerleading performances, he seemed to be faking an interest in the dinner conversation and movie, the latest Nicholas Sparks book adaptation. He was also checking it his phone every few minutes. Then to top it off, he tried to feel her up in the car afterwards, for which she slapped his hand and gave him a good tongue lashing, which he seemed genuinely surprised about. Hasn’t the boy ever been told no before?

When she got home she checked her phone she had another message from Artie:

I’m sorry I got involved in your relationship and started that fight today, and hope I didn’t stir things up too much between you and Jake. He was lieing to you and I just don’t like people I care about being lied to or being pulled into other peoples business. Tina and I had no idea they were going to be there, and as soon as you and Jake left, Marley excused herself as well. Being pulled into that lie really pissed me off and I said what I said before I knew it. ~Artie

She sighed, so she was right. She supposed she really should respond with a snarky comment or two, reminding him that they were not friends, but he knew that already. He meant well and was just so sweet. Lashing out would be like kicking Tiny Tim’s crutch.

She thought for a moment and composed her reply:

It’s okay, Artie, I already knew it was a lie. He’s not very good at it. As for your comment, I know you meant well, so I wasn’t mad at you. I was going to bring it up anyway. We just got back from a birthday dinner and movie so hopefully things will get better. I really appreciate the fact that you care 🙂 ~Kitty

Her social and love lives were getting complicated and she wasn’t sure what to do about it. Despite what she’d told Artie, she was not really convinced that things were going to get better with Jake, and Artie seemed intent on maintaining their secret friendship or sorts. At least he had the sense to keep it discreet. But if they weren’t careful someone would notice and that could be embarrassing to her.

Her parents were asking why she was so distracted, but she didn’t feel like explaining. She needed to be alone to relax and think, so after lunch she headed off of to for riding club her family belonged to. Riding her horse had always brought her inner peace ever since she was a little girl.

# # #

After some trial and error, Sugar and the riding club staff managed to get Artie on for horse and balanced so that they could go riding. Artie was taller (something that wasn’t immediately apparent because he was always in the wheelchair) so he sat behind her so she could see, with his hands around her waist so he didn’t fall off.

Then as they began to move around the odd center of gravity threw their balance off and the horse began to walk crooked and they almost fell off twice before getting the hang of things. Generally a rider could easily adjust themselves to the movements of the horses, but in his case this was nearly impossible because he lacked the fine motor control in his legs.

Eventually they got the hang of it and the two of them began to ride down one of the trails, smiling and laughing.

# # #

Kitty arrived at the riding club around two in the afternoon and began to take a slow ride down her favorite riding trail. It was one of the longer ones and had very few hazards so it was a nice casual ride.

It was a beautiful fall day, and Kitty enjoyed the natural scenery as she rode. It had been far too long since the last time she’s done this. She didn’t understand why things were starting to get messy. She’d started the school year with a clear plan: Become a cheerleader. (Check). Scheme her way to becoming head Cheerio. (Check). Take the initiative and Invite the “popular” kids to be part of her social circle. (Check). Find a hot trophy boyfriend. (Check). She’d accomplished all of those in less than a month of the beginning of the school year. So why wasn’t she happy?

She sighed and resigned herself to the fact that she probably wasn’t going to figure this out today. It was at times like these that she wished she had a girlfriend or two to talk things like this over with, but knowing her luck the girl would use her trust to steal Jake away from her.

Kitty glanced up ahead on the trail. There was a horse that was having a hard time walking straight …. It seemed to be staggering back and forth almost as if it were drunk. Her forehead scrunched in confusion wondering what was going on. As she got closed she saw that there was two people on the horse, and the passenger was having a hard time balancing and the rider was trying to help, shifting their weight, making everything worse. Kitty increased her speed and got close enough to recognize the rider as Sugar Motta, and as she got closer she realized that the passenger was Artie!

What the hell was she thinking? She thought.

Just then the balance tipped again and Artie, started to slip again. Sugar once again tried to help him, but this time she was too late, and he slipped all the way off and fell crashing to the ground.

Kitty’s heart began beating rapidly as she increased her speed to traverse the remaining distance faster.

“What are you doing?,” she asked accusingly as she reached the. “This isn’t safe for him. He can’t use his leg muscles.”

She dismounted her horse and knelt next to Artie. “Are you okay?” She asked. “Is anything broken?”

“Just my pride,” he said, straightening his glasses.

“I’m so sorry, Artie!” Sugar said to him.

“It’s okay,” Artie said to both girls. But from the look on his face, Kitty could clearly tell that he was more shaken than he wanted to let on.

“Where is his wheelchair?” Kitty asked.

“Back at for the stables,” sugar answered, gesturing the direction they had come from. About 2 miles, Kitty guessed.

“Well what are you waiting for?” Kitty asked angrily. “Go get it!”

Sugar recovered from her shock, got back on her horse and headed back to the stables.

“Are you really okay?” She asked with a genuinely concerned look. “She should have known better than to to try that.”

“I’m fine, Kitty, really,” he reassured her. “But do me a favor and don’t tell anyone about this.”

“You don’t need to worry about ME saying anything,” she reassured him. She didn’t want her peers to know about it either because it would damage her rep. “You might have to tell her that though,” she added.

He signed. “Somehow I knew it was too good to be true that I might get through this day without being towed.”

“You’re not going to get towed,” she reassured him. “I’ll push you and walk my horse behind us.”

“You don’t need to do that,” he told her with a surprised look on his face.

“I know,” she said. But didn’t elaborate.

# # #

About 15 minutes later sugar arrived with the wheelchair. Just as she’s promised Kitty pushed Artie to the staples where the where Sugar’s car was parked and walked her horse behind them. She stayed long enough to make sure that he really was okay, and that he was buckled into the limousine safely before getting back on her own horse and going back to the other stables.

Her heart wasn’t in it any longer and so she put her horse back in its stall and drove home. The whole ride back she considered the day. She still didn’t have any answers about the Jake situation, but hoped that she would after sleeping on it some more. She’d always known that sugar was kind of dumb, but she still couldn’t believe that she had placed Artie in such danger. He was so sweet and too trusting sometimes.

*** Monday ***

Unfortunately, the night’s sleep didn’t help matters for Kitty, but she didn’t have time to dwell on it the following morning as she got ready for school. It was going to be a big day for her and she pushed her relationship problems to the side.

Kitty had been an Evangelical Christian all of her life and had attended Bible Camp through most of her childhood. She believed it was her mission to “save” people by any means necessary, and in that vein she started a club called The Left Behind Club, teaching her fellow students that they needed to get ready for the approaching rapture. The previous Christian club having disappeared after Quinn Fabray and some of the other seniors graduated, so there was definitely a niche to be filled.

She also saw an opportunity to mess with the head of Marley Rose, so Monday at school she extended her a personal invitation.

“Hi boobless,” she said approaching Marley at her locker. “It is my duty as a Soldier of The Lord to invite you to McKinley’s newest and most important club.” She handed her a flier. “The Left Behind Club.” with the message “REPENT NOW!”

“Kitty thinks the end of times is coming,” Jake, who seemed to appear out of nowhere, interjected.

“It’s a fact that the Book of Revelations predicted Twitter. It’s one of the seven signs of the apocalypse, along with porn, unexplainable weather anomalies, Martian rovers, Barney Frank, the Middle East, and MSNBC. The Left Behind Club accepts everyone, even losers and lezzies, so your whole Glee Club’s invited. Well you’re welcome to join us as long as you’re not a Muslim. Like Kirk Cameron said, it’s never too late… until it’s too late.”

# # #

That evening at the meeting, Kitty stood up in front of the group. She’d made it a point to wear Jake’s jacket to send a message to Marley that he was hers. As she looked out at the room full of assembled people, she noted that she’d had a good turn out. It was a wide cross section of the student body.

She suppressed a momentary pang of disappointment when she noticed that while some glee club members were present, Artie wasn’t one of them. She made a note to extend a personal invitation to him as well next time. She thought he was sweet and she wanted to make sure he survived The Rapture.

She also noticed that, for some reason Jake had chosen to sit with Marley instead of up front by her. Clearly nothing she’d said had sunk in. That could mean trouble. He’d been spending entirely too much time with her, and it had to stop, but she didn’t have time to worry about it just then.

Kitty addressed the membership, “Okay, everybody, listen up! Y’all are sinners, and you better get right with God toute de suite, because Jesus just logged onto Orbitz and booked himself a plane ticket back to Earth. See, he’s got an awesome dad named God who’s throwing him a bitchin’ party called Armageddon, where he’s gonna get to kick off his sandals, dance a little bit, judge the crap out of everybody.”

Santana, Lopez one of the graduated Glee Club members and former Cheerio that Kitty had met briefly at spring tryouts, who was visiting her girlfriend Brittney, interrupted. “Hi, I have a question. What the hell are you talking about?”

“Um, The Rapture. When the end comes, the true believers in Christ will be lifted up body and soul into heaven, leaving everyone else to duke it out,” Kitty answered matter of factly.

“What about those of us who are still on the fence about all this?” Dottie Kazatori asked. She was a freshman who was apparently serving as a personal assistant to Tina, one of the senior Glee Club members.

“I don’t know what there is to be on the fence about Dottie. The Rapture is very real. But if you choose not to believe then you will just have to take your chances.”

The girl continued to rattle off questions about the God, Jesus, and The Rapture. Clearly she was trouble, and if she continued the way she was going, she was going to derail the meeting. So Kitty decided a little demonstration to prove her point was in order.

“Hey,” Kitty told Dottie, “I just heard there is an elderly Japanese woman who fell down in the bathroom. She doesn’t speak english and she needs your help.”

Gullible as she was, Dottie scampered off.

Once Dottie was out of the room, Kitty had them spring into action. “Okay everybody let’s go. Move it, move it, move it!” Everyone in the room rose to their feet, laying their possessions along with some empty clothing on the chairs and tables where they had been sitting and left the room. Then they disappeared into the next room or behind some furniture.

Moment’s later Dottie came back into the room, “I can’t find any Japanese ladies. Hello? Where’d everyone go?” Looking around she saw nobody “Oh my God! We’ve been left behind? We’ve been left behind! We’ve been left Behind!!!.” Then she started screaming.

Kitty jumped out from behind some furniture and pointed at Dottie. “That’s what it feels like to be left behind, Dottie Kazatori!”

Dottie sank to her knees in panic, whimpering and mumbling.

“Kitty!,” Jake interrupted. “This has gone way too far, okay?” He looked at Dottie. “Dottie seems… pretty damaged.”

With that, Marley excused herself, and Jake tried to stop her, “Please don’t go,” he pleaded.

Marley lowered her voice and responded, “I just really don’t like that Kitty girl. And… I can’t believe you do.” and with that she was gone.

All in all, Kitty thought it was a very successful meeting.

*** Tuesday ***

Artie rolled into the choir room the next day no worse for wear. As he entered he saw none other than his old friend Finn standing there talking to Blaine and Sam. Sugar smiled and sat down next to him.

“Finn Hudson in the house, yo!” He said with a big smile, rolling over to see his old friend, giving him a high five.

Several other glee club members looked on in surprise wondering who he was.

Brittany came up and gave him a big hug as Sam did the introductions.

“Listen up! For all of you guys who don’t know, this is Finn Hudson right here.”

“I thought you joined the army!” Tina said as she walked into the room coming over to take her turn hugging him..

“I-I did, but-” he stammered.

“-But things don’t always work out the way you planned them,” Mr. Schue finished for him as he walked in, taking him off the proverbial hot seat. “And I said to Finn the same thing I say to everyone who comes through this club. We’re a family, and you’re always welcome here. Even if you just need to take a break and think things through.

“In any case,” he said, addressing the rest of the group, “we have a lot to do today. First order of business – deciding what the fall musical’s gonna be.”

“Whoo-hoo! ” they cheered

“Alright!”

“So I’m passing out a list of possibilities”

“Peter Pan?” He heard Sam say.

“Fiorello? What the heck?” Artie said.

“Unique wants to do Hedwig.”

“Uh, Tina wants to do Pacific Overtures, Miss. Saigon, and Flower Drum Song.”

“The Challenge,” Mr Shue said, “is picking something that plays to our collective strengths, and that won’t set off a firestorm in the community like Rocky Horror did.”

“You should do Grease,” Finn said

“Grease?” Mr. Schue asked.

“I know it ‘cuz the song I auditioned for glee club was from Greece remember?”

“Yeah.”

“Guys like it. girls like it. People like my mom like it. It’s about high school and growing up…. and…..being true to yourself. Plus the songs rock.”

“The wisdom of Solomon,” Artie said.

The room was clearly on board with the idea.

“Alright,” Mr Shue said, sitting on the piano, “Grease is the word!”

“Yeah!”

“Yeah!”

“Finn’s back!” Artie said as they all applauded.

Mr. Schue and Finn shared a smile

# # #

That afternoon Kitty was walking down the hall in Jake’s jacket, and came across Jake and Marley having a heated discussion, obviously about her. She was sick of her boyfriend spending so much time with another girl and decided it was time to put an end to it here and now.

“What’s happening here? You coveting my man, Itty-Bitty?”

“Kitty, come on, ease up,” Jake told her.

Why the hell was he defending her? Kitty thought angrily.

“I heard they’re opening up a new Ronald McDonald House in Lima just for you and your finger-licking, lard-loving, Gilbert-Grape-looking mama,” Kitty told Marley. She wasn’t going to stop until her rival ran off in tears.

“Hey,” Jake interrupted. “Thats enough!”

“I’m sorry, or what?” Kitty asked, turning to face Jake, angrily.

“Or I’m breaking up with you.”

Kitty was flabbergasted by this, exhaling deeply. “You do not want to break up with me, okay? I am like a bad Carrie Underwood song once I get going.”

“Yeah, well. I’ll take my chances…. We’re done,” he told her simply.

What had just happened? He had called her bluff. No one called her bluff. She was Kitty Wilde, the meanest, toughest birch at McKinney!

Jake looked at Markey and Kitty turned her attention to her as well.

“You did this,” she told Marley, angrily.

“Well you’re both gonna regret this turn of events,” she said removing his jacket, “because I will tell you one more thing.” She shoved the jacket at him.

She then continued speaking slowly, deliberately to him, “Obama’s gonna loose!”

And with that she left them, storming off, shoving some random freshman girl into a locker “UH!”

This meant war. She wasn’t going to stop until she completely destroyed the girl.

# # #

That night Kitty went home and was unusually quiet. Her parents asked what was wrong, but she wasn’t ready to talk about it yet, so she tried to act as though nothing was wrong. She knew she wasn’t fooling anyone, but she didn’t care.

After dinner she retired to her bedroom. She decides that she could use a shower and began getting ready. She pulled out her phone and saw that she had a message. Maybe Jake was having second thoughts. No it was another message from Artie:

Kitty, I heard about your breakup with Jake. I’m sure it hurts, but you are better off without him. The way he was carrying on with Marley, he doesn’t deserve you. If you want to talk let me know. I’m no stranger to begin dumped. It will get better. ~Artie

She signed. She didn’t need or want his pity or council, and knew he meant well. But this wasn’t his concern.

She wrote a snarky response, but deleted it and instead sent:

Thank you for your concern, Artie. But I’d appreciate you keeping your opinions on the guys I date to yourself, and I’ll do the same about the girls you date. ~Kitty

Then:

And I don’t know who you’ve been talking to or where they got their information from, but for the record, I dumped him. ~Kitty

She went into the bathroom and turned the shower on. She stepped into the hot steam and the sound of the water masked the sound as she balled her eyes out or a good 20 minutes.

When she was finished, she returned to her room. She checked her phone and had no new messages. She crawled into bed went to bed smothering her remaining whimpers into her pillow and began plotting her revenge on Marley and her plan to get Jake back. At this point it wasn’t even really about Jake anymore. Artie was right. he didn’t deserve her the way he was acting. It was about hurting Marley by stealing Jake back from her.

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[ The Makeover ]

Authors Notes: while Kitty didn’t actually appear in this episode, dramatically there is really no reason for her not to be around. They paid Jacob Artist (Jake), and Melissa Bellisont (Marley) to just sit there during the assembly, and Melissa had one line, why not Becca Tobin (Kitty)? So, anyway, this chapter will focus on what Artie is doing and have some original material for Kitty, as if she was actually there, including a whole new subplot.

# ## ## ## #.

*** Monday Morning ***

Artie was wheeling down the hall at WMHS when he ran into Blaine, who was in a good mood, with a smile on his face and a spring in his step.

“Hi Blaine, what’s going on?” He asked his friend.

“Hi, Artie, I’ve come to a decision, I told myself, ‘All right, Blaine Anderson, time to change things up. Last year, it was all about letting the seniors shine. But this year it’s your turn.’

“So I’ve joined like 23 different clubs to fill my days now that Kurt’s in New York. We talk and Skype and text as much as possible, but the only time we’re really in sync is when we’re hate-watching Treme together. I just feel like I need something more of make me feel like I’ve made a difference in this place.”

“Okay,” Artie said, still waiting for an explanation of his friend’s good mood.

Blaine began to walk down the hall, and began to sing as Artie rolled after him.

Blaine sings: Everybody Wants To Rule The World:

Welcome to your life
There’s no turning back
Even while we sleep
We will find you
Acting on your best behavior
Turn your back on mother nature
Everybody wants to rule the world

It’s my own design
It’s my own remorse
Help me to decide
Help me make the most
Of freedom and of pleasure
Nothing ever lasts forever
Everybody wants to rule the world
There’s a room where the light won’t find you
Holding hands while the walls come tumbling down
When they do I’ll be right behind you

So glad we’ve almost made it
So sad they had to fade it
Everybody wants to rule the world

I can’t stand this indecision
Married with a lack of vision
Everybody wants to rule the world
Say that you’ll never never never never need it
One headline why believe it ?
Everybody wants to rule the world

All for freedom and for pleasure
Nothing ever lasts forever
Everybody wants to rule the world

As the song finished the music stopped and Brittany walked up to therm and asked, “What do you think you’re doing, Blaine Warbler?”

“I’m running for president,” he answered with a smile.

Brittany just stood there with a ‘deer in headlights’ look on her face.

“Oh, This is going to end well,” Artie mumbled.

# # #

Kitty smiled as she got off the yellow school bus for what she hoped would be one of the last times. This Friday, September 21, 2012 was going to be her 16th birthday! She’d taken Drivers’ ED that summer and was practiced enough that she and her dad were confident that she’d pass her road test with flying colors. She had an appointment scheduled for Friday after school, and the family had a 5:30 reservation at BreadstiX. After that, she’d be whisked off to the field to lead her Cheerios in cheering at the football game.

So far her year was going great! She was super popular, Captain of the Cheerios, and finally had a boyfriend. She’d taken him to his first high school football game the previous Friday and made sure that he and her squad had known that her birthday was coming up. She was expecting them to do something special for her at lunch that day.

Life was good!

# # #

Later that morning, Artie was at his locker exchanging books when Brittany approached him discreetly.

“Psst, Artie, can I talk to you for a second?” She asked.

“Yes,” he answerer, not bothering to look up.

She stepped up in front of him.

“Okay, so I’m running for senior class president again, and I want you to be my VP. Being Vice Presidential pick of McKinley High’s first two-term president would look really good on your college resume.”

He looked up at her and answered, beginning to roll down the hall to his next class. “I have a 4.0 GPA, and I scored a 210 on my practice SAT, and I was the only handi-capable member of a national championship glee club.

“I’m not really worried about getting into college,” he assured her confidentiality.

But this did not dissuade her. “I know how people like you are afraid of the spotlight sometimes, but did you know that Franklin Roosevelt was part robot, too, – and he’s on Mount Rushmore? -”

“- No, he isn’t. And I’m just going to say it again, I’m not part robot -,” he remind her, stopping to face her.

“- I realize That I didn’t do much as president last year, and if you help me win again this year, I promise to do exactly the same thing, which means I’ll be president, and you can make all the boring decisions.”

This piqued his interest.

“So I could be Cheney to your Bush,” he concluded.

“I’d rather be landing strip,” she told him, not getting the reference.

“I mean,” he continued, “it’s no secret that a woman loves a man in power, and don’t take this personally, but before I graduate, I would like to have a relationship that lasts longer than a couple weeks.”

“Why would I take that personally?”

“- You and I dated,” He reminded her.

“- We did?” She clearly didn’t remember.

“Look,” he told her, pretending that it didn’t bother him that she did not remember dating him and taking his virginity two years before, “you’ve got yourself a deal.”

He reached out and shook her hand.

“Cool.”

# # #

Later in glee club Mr. Schue addressed the group.

“Okay, as you all know, as national champions we get to host the annual Show Choir Rules Committee meeting.”

“Please tell me you’re gonna ask what 1/3 vintage meant last year? ” Tina said.

“Or like, why some teams get to sing six songs and other ones only do one? ” Sam wanted to know.

Suddenly everyone started asking questions or commenting all at once.

“Speaking of competitions,” Jake interrupted over the chaos, “shouldn’t we start like, preparing for ours?”

Everyone stopped talking and looked at their teacher who just sat there as they stared at him..

“I have some ideas which I am working on … very hard…. Um … I don’t really want to give anything away right now, but I can assure you that as soon as I come up with what I feel is the right idea, I will let you know. I expect that to be very soon.”

Artie looked round the room at all the blank faces. Clearly he was not the only one who didn’t believe him. Artie had long suspected that even when Mr. Schue acted like he had a plan, it was something that he came up with no more than an hour before, if not less. Sometimes right on the spot. Not that he was worried, it seemed to be working for them so far. After all, it had only taken them there years to become national champions. Glee club hadn’t even made it past sectionals after Mr. Schue’s teacher Mrs. Adler had passed away in 1997 until Mr. Schue took the reigns.

Artie was brought back to the present when Brittany raised her hand.

” – Yes, go ahead,” Mr. Schue told her, clearly happy to get the focus of attention on something besides himself.

“- Excuse me, I’m not sure if what You were saying was actually important ’cause I wasn’t listening, but I’d like to make an announcement.”

She stood up and moved so she was standing in front of the class before continuing, “First, I’d like to know if anyone can prove that Blaine was actually born in this country. Second, I’m wrapping up the election by selecting Artie as my running mate.”

“Ah! Alright.” Mr. Schue said, smiling and applauding.

The rest of the room also began to applaud, and Artie smiled broadly. Sugar, who was sitting next to him, seemed particularly excited. Sam, on the other hand, just sat there staring off into space.

“I think by bridging the human-slash-robot divide, we’ll ensure that both students and vending machines will be voting for us.”

“- Still not a robot,” Artie mumbled.

“- Brittany, that’s not fair,” Blaine challenged. “This isn’t a popularity contest, it’s about who’s got the best ideas. It’s about believing you can make a change, right?”

“Ohhh!”

“What is that taste in my…?” Artie chimed in, playfully, licking his fingers for emphasis. “Is that sour grape? Brittany.”

The bell rang and everyone filed out of the classroom.

Artie and Brittany walked off together to plan their campaign. Sam just sat there, lost in thought.

# # #

Later that morning Sugar approached Artire in the hallway and said, “Artie, wait up!”

He slowed down to allow her to catch up.

“I never knew you had political aspirations?” She told him with a broad smile.

“I never really gave it much thought until Brittany approached me,” he said. “But when she suggested I’d be able to take an active role in making the legacy of her second term more than the dinosaur theme prom her first one had, I really couldn’t say no.”

She leaned over and kissed him on the cheek, “That’s so noble of you. If there is anything I can do to help….?”

“Well now that you mention it,” he told her, “several of us are getting together after school to make and put up campaign posters. If you’d like to join us, I can text you the deets?”

“That would bring be great!” She said.

# # #

Across the hall, Kitty was changing out books at her locker and saw Artie and Sugar in her peripheral vision and overheard most of their conversation. She mimicked sugar and rolled her eyes. One of the positives of not having lunch with the glee group anymore was that she didn’t have to deal with that irritating woman. What Artie saw in her was beyond her.

So Artie was running for student office? Interesting, she thought.

# # #

Brittany was walking down the hall toward where Artie and Sugar were talking when Sam approached her.

“Hey, why didn’t you ask me to be your running mate?” Sam asked her. “I’m like the perfect candidate.”

She turned to face him, clearly surprised by the question.

“Well, I didn’t want it to ruin our friendship. I mean, look at Sarah Palin. She and her grandfather, they were super close, and then he asked her to be his running mate, and they lost, and now they’re not even speaking. But I do think you’d be a great vice president, so I’m going to help you out. Come here.”

She lead Sam over to where Blaine was standing by his locker.

“Blaine Warbler? I’d like to introduce you to Sam Evans.”

“Um,” Blaine told her, wondering what was going on, “we’ve actually met several times.”

“He’s your candidate for vice president,” she told him matter of factly.

“Uh, no. I’m picking my own running mate.” He told her.

But Sam chimed in to sell his case, “My family’s on food stamps, so that will get you the sympathy vote. I’m not gay, so that’ll help with the not-gay vote, and you know, I don’t want to brag, but (imitates George W.) My impressions are hilarious 100% of the time.” Blaine just stood there taking it in.

“It’s George Bush, come on.”

Blaine was beginning to warm to the idea.

“Okay, sure.” The two men shook hands.

“Awesome,” Brittany said. “First order of business, Artie and I challenge you and Sam to a debate.”

“You’re on,” Blaine answered.

Sam leaned in and whispered, “What’s a debate?” In Blaine’s ear.

Artie watched all of this from across the hall and smiled.

*** Tuesday ***

During Glee rehearsal, Artie sat in his usual spot in the front row. Mr. Schu still hadn’t announced a plan for sectionals (in other words he still hasn’t figured it out himself), so rather than have the focus of the week be on his indecision, he had declared this to be free sing week.

Marley had volunteered to go first. She got up and sang Boys With Girlfriends by Meiko.

When I first met you I knew you were the one
Till you took me home and I met her
She had your boxers on
And she was listening to your song
And I thought right then that you had everything

But I knew
She was jealous from the start
Yeah, I knew
She was jealous from the start

‘Cause I know better not to be friends with boys with girlfriends
Oh I know better than that, I know better
You play the victim and I’ll be the bad guy
I know better than that, I know better
(oh oh oh oh oh oh X 2)

We started hanging around after 9
I could’ve sworn that I was yours
You looked at me and said
Its a little too late for bed
We went to hotel and
Talked about everything

But I knew
She was jealous from the start
Yeah, I knew
She was jealous from the start

‘Cause I know better not to be friends with boys with girlfriends
Oh I know better than that, I know better
You play the victim and I’ll be the bad guy
I know better than that, I know better
(oh)

‘Cause what she did to us was tragic
Oh oh oh
And I had to do what’s right
Oh oh oh
What we had was really magic
Oh oh oh
But I have to get what’s mine
What’s mine
I’ll get what’s mine
And you’ll get yours

‘Cause I know better not to be friends with boys with girlfriends
Oh I know better than that, I know better
You play the victim and I’ll be the bad guy
I know better than that, I know better
(oh)

‘Cause I know better not to be friends with boys with girlfriends
Oh I know better than that, I know better
You play the victim and I’ll be the bad guy
I know better than that, I know better
(oh)

During the entire song, she was glancing at their other newest member, Jake Puckerman. The two of them had been having a hard time keeping their eyes off of each other ever since he joined New Directions. That was confusing given the word in the halls that he was dating head cheerleader Kitty Wilde.

Artie felt a pain of regret at the thought of Kitty. He’d really hoped they could be friends, but the fact was that her place in the social hierarchy made that problematic at best, and she was no longer willing to try.

Judging by the song, Marley was getting frustrated being in the middle between he and the woman who made it her hobby to torture her.

# # #

Kitty sat at the computer in the Cheerios conference room adjacent to coach Sue’s office. She was putting the finishing touches on the flier for the club she was starting the following week. She needed to get it don’t by the end of the day to get it sent to the printer’s. Coach Sue’s daughter Robin napped quietly next to her.

She saved the file and emailed it off. Checking the time on her phone she saw that it was another twenty minutes until Jake would be done with glee club. For the life of her Kitty didn’t see what her boyfriend saw in that geek club. Yeah he liked to sing and could play guitar, but why didn’t he start a boy band like a normal person?

She sighed.

She had a feeling that it had something to do with the presence of a certain Marley Rose. She saw how he looked at her, and while she may have isolated herself at the top of the social pyramid, she still heard the rumors that when he wasn’t with Kitty, he was with her. She was going to have to cure him do that.

# # #

Twenty minutes later Kitty walked down the hall toward Jake’s locker and sure enough he and Marley were headed that way. As they approached her, Kitty gave Marley an evil glare, and she excused herself saying, “I’ll see you tomorrow, think about what I said.”

He nodded, and she walked off.

“What was that about?” Kitty demanded.

“Nice to see you too,” he told her. “Yeah I’ve been having a good day. Thanks for asking,” he added sarcastically.

“Don’t change the subject on me!” She demanded. “What does little miss priss want you to think about?”

“That’s between she and I,” he told her.

She placed her hand on his shoulder pressing him against the lockers, and gave him a dirty glare. “Boyfriends and girlfriends aren’t supposed to have secrets from each other.”

“Well,” he signed, “if you really must know, she was telling me how hard it is trying to be friends with a guy who has a girlfriend as possessive as you are.”

“You have me. You don’t need any other girl friends,” she told him.

“Yes I do, Kitty,” he told her, pushing himself free of her. “Among other things you’re not in glee club, and she’s my only real friend in there.”

He walked over of his locker and changed out his books. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ll see you at lunch,” he said and headed to his next class.

Kitty groaned in anger as the bell rang.

*** Wednesday ***

Artie rolled down the hall towards Brittany, who was at her locker.

“Brittany, I just got a copy of Jacob Ben Israel’s latest presidential poll.”

“Mm-hmm”

“The good news is 90% of respondents said they’re planning on attending Friday’s debate.”

“That’s cool.” She said. Then she saw the look on his face. “So what’s the bad news?”

“90% of those who responded…they were coming to hear you say something st stu -”

“They think I’m going to say something stupid,” she finished, crestfallen. She turned and walked down the hall, and he rolled with her.

“But, see, you’re not stupid. You’re really creative. Your brain exists in this magical other dimension where anything is possible. It’s really amazing. We just need to focus on a little preparation.”

# # #

When he saw the same poll information, Blaine was concerned that picking Sam as a running mate was a desperate grab for the straight vote, and his regular use of celebrity impressions would be more of a hindrance than a strength, because like Britney many respondents we’re expecting him to say something stupid. They would need to respond with preparation so that he came off as a more serious candidate.

# # #

That afternoon, In an empty conference room, Artie helped Brittany practice for the debate. While, in another room, Blaine and Sam also rehearsed

“Brittany S. Pierce, how do you react to the characterization of your first term in office as one in which you didn’t do anything at all until prom?” Artie asked.

“I would describe that as entirely accurate,” She responded.

“Okay,” he told her; not happy with the a answer, but not wanting to dwell on it.

“Test scores at McKinley have gone down six percent every year for the past decade. – What would you do to fix the problem?” Blaine asked Sam.

“- Stop giving tests,,” Sam answered. “They’re hard, and there’s way too many of them.

“What is your favorite color? ” Artie asked.

“Filipino,” Brittany answered. “They’re very hard workers, and family is very important to them.”

“You know what? Let’s talk wardrobe. In politics, you can never underestimate a first impression.”

# # #

That day at lunch, Kitty and Jake sat with the popular group as usual. She decided not to broach the subject of Marley and instead talked about her birthday on a Friday, reminding them all that she would be busy after school with her test, dinner with her parents and the game, but that she’d be available on late Friday night or Saturday to celebrate. No one really said much, in fact they barely seemed to be paying attention, which she took to mean that they wanted to surprise her with their plans, which sounded good of her. After all, a girl only turns 16 once.

*** Thursday ***

Artie sat in the front row of glee club waiting for class to start. Today was his turn to sing. He glanced at the door, and he saw people enter. Jake and Marley entered together, still acting to the casual observer like they were a lot more than just friends. He started to wonder if Kitty knew about this, but was sidetracked when he saw Sugar came in. She smiled and sat down next to him.

“How’s my favorite political candidate?”

“Great,” he told her. “Thanks so much for your help with the campaign! I’m really starting to feel confident of our chances.”

She smiled and kissed him on the cheek.

He smiled. So far things were going better than he’d hoped.

Just then, Mr. Schue called the group together.

“Alright,” their teacher said, “I believe Artie is starting us off.”

Artie rolled up in front of the group and begs to sing, I Can Hear Music by The Beach Boys.

Ahhhhhh oooooo
This is the way
I always dreamed it would be
The way that it is, oh oh
When you are holding me
I never had a love of my own
Maybe that’s why when we’re all alone
I can hear music
I can hear music
The sound of the city baby seems to disappear
Oh-oh and, I can hear music
Sweet sweet music
Whenever you touch me baby
Whenever you’re near
Lovin’ you
It keeps me satisfied
And I can’t explain, oh no
The way I’m feeling inside
You look at me we kiss and then
I close my eyes and here it comes again
I can hear music
I can hear music
The sound of the city baby seems to disappear
Oh-oh and, I can hear music
Sweet sweet music
Whenever you touch me baby
Whenever you’re near
I hear the music all the time, yeah
I hear the music, hold me tight now baby
I hear the music all the time
I hear the music
I hear the music (baby)
Ahhhhh
I can hear music
I can hear music
The sound of the city baby seems to disappear
Oh-oh and, I can hear music
Sweet sweet music
Whenever you touch me baby
Whenever you’re near

The room cheered!

Sugar smiled, cheering the loudest.

# # #

At the pre-election assembly in the auditorium, Sue stood behind the podium in the center. To either side of her were podiums for the two candidates. The room was decorated in election banners and other decor.

“Attention, miniscule segment of the student body, ” she addressed the mostly empty room. “Principal Figgins is out this week, with what he describes as religious fever. And I am forced to moderate these proceedings.”

Back stage, the candidates were getting ready for their introductions.

“Hey, dude, uh, now that you made me over, – can I give you some advice?” Sam, who was now wearing a suit, asked Blaine.

” – Yeah, sure.”

“- Lose the bow tie.”

“- What?”

“Yeah, trust me, it makes you look uptight and a little like a young Orville Redenbacher.” Blaine looked at him in disbelief. “Just take it off,” Sam assured him.

“Okay,” Blaine answered reluctantly removing the tie.

Then he looked at himself in the mirror. “You know what? Actually, it’s … you’re actually right.”

“- Thank you.”

# # #

Back in the auditorium, Sue continued, “- There are two new utterly disheartening wrinkles to this year’s absolutely pointless contest. First, the horrifying fact that this year’s slate of candidates consists entirely of Glee Club members. And secondly, the inexplicable introduction of a vice presidential field for no discernable reason whatsoever.”

“Separation of powers! Whoo!” Stoner Bret stood up and cheered.

“So,” Sue continued, “let’s meet these second-tiered losers. You know them as the pimp and the gimp. Artie Abrams and Sam Evans.

“Stumbles, my first question is for you. Who, in God’s name, gives a hot, wet, steamy dump about student government?”

“I do,” he answered confidently. “And I think everyone in this room should, too. First of all, student government isn’t just a way for us to pad our college résumés. It’s a way for us to take an active role in our own education. Study after study shows that an active student body is a successful student body.”

When He paused for a moment, thinking or hoping he was done, Sue said, “Okay, moving on.”

But he wasn’t done, and continued, “Student government is just the beginning. We need more after-school programs, and better-qualified staff to support our teachers, who are overworked and underpaid.-”

“- Oh, dear God,” Sue bemoaned.

“- And that’s just the beginning. I want to talk about the cafeteria, ’cause I believe at the beginning of every year to see if enough to support our brain activity …” Artie to drone on for 32 minutes, until he finally concluded with, “That’s one of the many goals I promise to reach by the midway point of my first term, as outlined in my 96-point Pierce-Abrams Road map To Restore McKinley’s Future.”

“Merciful sweet Jesus, thank you, ” Sue said, relieved that he was finally done.

“Sam Evans, your response?”

“I wasn’t really listening. Whatever Artie said, I agree with that.”

Offstage, Blaine mouthed his disapproval to Sam.

“Our next question is from the Twitter,” Sue told them.”At HungrySouthMouth asks Sam Evans, “Rumor has it you were a stripper. Aren’t you ashamed?”

Sam exhaled deeply before responding.

“No,” he answered simply, “I’m not.”

The room was silent.

“In fact, ” he continued as music began to play and he removed his top, revealing his chiseled physique, and began to dance.

” – Whoo!” The crowd cheered.

Artie just sat there in disbelief, not understanding why Sue let the spectacle continue.

After Sam had finished his dance and put his clothes back on, the Presidential candidates had their say.

“Students at this school have every right to be angry,” Blaine addressed the crowd. “Last year’s student council, led by my opponent, was the most ineffectual in a generation. Brittany S.Pierce, in her last term, accomplished absolutely nothing, except plan a dinosaur-themed prom and ban the use of hair gel. Ladies and gentlemen, telling anyone what they can or cannot put into their hair is disgusting. It’s the first step towards tyranny, my friends. Next thing you know, they’ll start burning books. And then they’ll probably start burning people, too.”

“That’s a lie,” Brittany said.

“This tyranny all ends today, McKinley,” Blaine finished. “I want to offer you a change. And I am that change. Let’s make history, Titans. And vote Anderson-Evans. Thank you.”

“Sweet, simple Brittany,” a relieved Sue addressed her, “What say you?

“Uh,” she began, reassured by a smile from Artie. “I love you. I love you so much, McKinley High School. Simple as that. In fact I think that everyone should love this school as much as I do. If you elect me as president, I promise to outlaw summer vacation, so we’ll have school all year round. That means we’ll spend every day of every summer indoors with all our friends, in McKinley High School’s award-winning air conditioning.

“Also, I promise to end McKinley High School’s policy of having weekends. If you make me your president, Saturday and Sunday will be illegal, so that Monday will come right after Friday, which is the funnest day anyways. Vote Brittany and Artie. Thank you so much.”

Stoner Bret got up and left, shaking his head.

Looking around the room, Artie could see that the crowd wasn’t happy with this at all.

“We just lost the election,” he mumbled exasperatedly.

# # #

Kitty watched the spectacle from the shadows of the balcony. She glanced down and saw her boyfriend and Marley watching the debate far too close to each other in the front row and was filled with rage. She hadn’t expected to see him there, let alone with Mike and Molly’s daughter. Didn’t they see each other enough in glee club? She’d heard the rumors in the halls about them, but seeing the evidence herself made it more real. She couldn’t allow this to continue.

She wasn’t even really sure why she was there herself. Morbid curiosity she guessed. Student government was only a rung or two above glee club in the social hierarchy.

*** Friday ***

The election happened Friday during homeroom, and as usual there was low voter turnout.

# # #

That day at lunch, Kitty walked into the cafeteria with a smile on her face. She couldn’t wait to see what surprise her friends had for her birthday. At first glance it appeared to be an average day. No banners, balloons, or signs. No sign of a card or presents. Maybe the surprise would happen later.

She began to make idle chitchat with her friends about how their day was going, and whatnot. When Jake joined them at her invitation, he also acted like it was an ordinary day.

“Isn’t there something that you all want to say to me?” She hinted.

“Did you change your hair?” Bobby Surette asked.

She was wearing the same high ponytail as she always did at school.

“Do you have any fun weekend plans, or plans for after the game?” Suzanne asked.

“Yeah, are we going out tomorrow?” Jake asked.

“Yeah,” she told him, “maybe you could take me out to celebrate?…”

“Yeah,” he told her, “if the team manages to win for once!”

She exhaled deeply, frustrated about not getting the answer she wanted.

She sat there sulking for another twenty minutes, dropping a few more hints, but as the lunch period came to a close, it she finally let it sink in:

They forgot my freaking birthday! She thought, bitterly.

# # #

Friday afternoon, after the results had been tallied, Sue sat in her office ready to announce the winner over the PA. Becky Jackson played the xylophone chime as usual, introducing Sue, who silenced the instrument with her hand.

“Attention, students: Your record-low election votes have been tallied, and we have a winner,” she began. “Becky, can I get a xylophone flourish? No? Not feeling it? Okay.

“This year’s Student Council President is ….

# # #

Artie was sitting next to Sugar in Mr. Schue’s History class. They looked at each other with a mixture of excitement and trepidation as the winner was announced.

“Blaine Anderson!”

Artie was crestfallen. Sugar put her hand on his shoulder in support, and gave him a hug. He knew it was going to be a long shot after the reaction of the crowd at the debate assembly, but he’d held out hope till the end that cooler heads had prevailed.

But no. They wanted the guy with the hair gel obsession and the stripper.

# # #

Kitty was sitting in English class when the announcement came through. She listened intently while pretending to be aloof. Most of her classmates cheered the fact that the stripper had won, but Kitty felt bad for Artie.

# # #

After school, Kitty’s parents picked her up rather than wait for her to get home on the bus.

“How was your day, sweetie?” Her mom asked. “Did your friends do anything special?”

“No,” she answered bitterly, “no one remembered. Not even Jake!”

“That can’t be right,” her dad chimed in. “They must be waiting to do something at the game.”

“No,” she told him, clearly upset, “I gave them every opportunity to say something … They just forgot.”

Her mom gave her a hug, which felt good.

She held the embrace for several minute and her dad placed his hand on her shoulder in an attempt to show support.

When Kitty felt the familiar flush in her face that normally preceded crying, she decided to change the subject.

“Let’s get out of here. I don’t want my inferiors to see me hugging my parents, and I don’t want to be late for my test. I want to get some last minute practice.”

“Good idea,” her dad told her, and handed her the keys.

# # #

After school, Artie was gathering his books to take home for for weekend when Sugar approached him.

“Artie,” she said in her usual tone which made you wonder if she is being genuine of talking down to you. “I’m so sorry about the election.”

“It’s okay Sugar,” he answered flatly, “I’m used of it. I’ll live.”

“Well I was wondering if it might cheer you up if we went horseback riding this weekend?”

Artie had been trying of get her out on a date for months, ever since his competition for her affections, Rory Flanagan, had lost his student visa and gone back to Ireland. But he had to make sure.

“You mean on a date?”

“Of course, silly,” she told him and kissed his cheek.

Yes! Finally, he thought.

# # #

As expected Kitty passed her test with flying colors once she put the disappointment of the day behind her and focused on that. She posed for a photo with her parents in front of the car holding her temporary license as a bystander took it for them.

To celebrate she and her parents headed to BreadstiX for a celebratory dinner. They were just arriving when she spotted Artie rolling his way up the walkway.

“Hi Kitty,” he said, stopping to greet her as they approached him in the lobby.

“Give me a minute,” she told her parents who hung back as she walked up to him.

“Hey,” she responded, gageing her parents response to seeing her talk to him. He was wearing his letterman jacket so it should be alright. “Sorry about the election.”

“It’s okay,” he told her. “I’m sure Blaine will do a good job too. I’m here for his victory party. I’m guessing you are too?”

“No,” she told him. “Dinner with my parents.”

“Oh, that reminds me,” he said, reaching into his pocket handing her an envelope with her name on it. “Happy Birthday! Did you pass your test! That was today, right?”

“What’s this?” She asked, confused.

“It’s a birthday card, silly,” he told her. “I didn’t see you at school today, so I was hoping to see you here to give it to you.”

“Um, thanks,” she responded with a half smile.

“Is there something wrong? It is your birthday right? I was sure you told me it was September 21.”

“It is,” she told him. “I just didn’t expect you to remember, that’s all. Thank you. And yes I passed my test.” She pulled out the temporary license to show him.

“Congrats girl!” He told her, smiling. “Well I gotta to congratulate Blaine.”

She nodded and watched him go.

“Who was that?” Her mom asked.

“Artie Abrams,” she answered.

“What did he want?” Her dad asked, with a concerned look on her face.

“He just wanted to wish me a happy birthday,” she told him.

“That was nice of him,” her mom told her.

“A senior. What sport does he play?” Her dad asked.

“I think he played football as a sophomore.” She told him leading them inside.

“And he’s in a wheelchair now? Talk about taking one for the team!” her dad concluded.

“No, he was in a car accident when he was 8 years old,”

They reached the hostess podium and were escorted to their table.

They busied themselves with their menus and ordering their food, and Kitty hoped her dad had dropped the subject.

But once they had ordered and the menus were taken away. He was back at his game of 20 Questions.

“How did he play football if he couldn’t walk?

“I don’t know the details dad, but apparently they wheeled him down the field.”

“Is that legal?”

“I don’t know, Dad. It must’ve been. I don’t really know-. ”

“But…?”

“Look, Dad, I barely know him,” she told him.

“If he’s not on the football team anymore, how do you know him?” her dad wanted to know.

“You know him well enough for him to know and remember your birthday,” her mom chimed in.

“Look,” she told them, exasperated, “he’s in glee club, alright! He’s one of the ones who were in my lunch crew for the first week and a half of school before we kicked them out. I don’t know why he’s still talking to me. Can we change the subject now?”

After a few moments of silence their orders came and they finished their dinner with more casual conversation, but Kitty could tell this wasn’t going to be the end of the subject.

# # #

At Blaine and Sam’s victory celebration in the other part of the BreadstiX building, the crowd cheered, confetti was everywhere. A banner read “Congratulations, Blam! Let Freedom SING!”

Blaine and Sam raised their hands, clasped in victory.

Sugar and Tina stood up in front with them and Sugar shouted, “Make some noise! We know him!”

“Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.” Blaine told the crowd.

Blaine got a hug from Marley.

“Great job!” She told him.

“How do you do? How you doing?” He addressed a couple more classmates, shaking their hands, as he descended the stage.

He approached Artie, who greeted him cordially.

“Congratulations, Mr. President, ” he shook his hand.

“Thank you, Artie.”

“Losing the bow tie, that was your game changer– kudos.”

“No hard feelings. Maybe I can find a place for you in my administration.”

“No, thanks;” he told his friend. “I got what I needed. Sugar asked me out on a date.” he glanced over where Sugar was standing. “She invited me horseback riding. I’m just hoping it doesn’t involve being towed. – You talk to Kurt? -”

“Uh, yeah, yeah. He was super proud of me and he’s really excited. He’s already planning a whole inaugural ball.”

“Well, congratulations,” Artie excused himself to go join Sugar.

“Thanks,” Blaine said and slapped him on the shoulder as he left.

Over his shoulder Artie saw Sam and Blaine sit down at the same booth and begin to talk.

# # #

After dinner Kitty dropped her parents off at home, quickly changed into her Cheerios uniform and went to the game. Jake joined her there and watched from the stands.

The Cheerios did their best to cheer the team on and rhile the crowd, but the team just sucked and the crowd didn’t have much to get excited about, and as usual the Titans lost the game.

And as she expected, no one said a word about her birthday….

# # #

When Kitty got home from the game that evening she went straight to her room and stripped out of her sweaty uniform and prepared to take a shower. She stopped when she glanced at the unopened birthday card she’d left on her bed in her rush to get ready for the game.

She sat down and open it up. It was a plain white card with red writing and illustrations of a cheerleading bull horn and pom poms. On the outside it said “Hey! Hey! Hey! I Hear It’s Your 16th Birthday Today!”

On the inside it said: “Hope it’s an amazing one!” In pre-printed letters. On the inside cover there was a handwritten note from Artie that read:

Kitty,

Since I doubt I’m going to be invited to whatever festivities you have planned for your birthday, I just wanted to drop you a quick note to wish you a happy one, and good luck on your drivers test. I’m sorry our social circumstances have prevented us from becoming better friends, sometimes being in high school sucks!

– Artie

She re-read the note through twice and once again felt the familiar flush in her face that preceded crying.

Why did he have to be so nice?! She thought.

As her eyes began to water she grabbed her phone and began to type out a message and wipe away the first few tears.

# # #

Artie lay in bed later that night when his phone buzzed with a text message. He picked it up and saw that it was from Kitty:

Artie, thank you so much for the card! I’m sorry if I came off scattered today. I just really wasn’t expecting it, but I’m flattered you remembered. You didn’t miss much, as far as my birthday goes, since no one else at school remembered it; not even my supposed boyfriend. Yes, sometimes high school sucks. I wish things were different too. -Kitty

Artie lay there in bed re-reading her text. She seemed really lonely. Wow, he didn’t see that coming! He resolved to continue trying to be her friend to the degree possible.

## ## ##

Okay everyone, you should know the drill by now. Read, subscribe, favorite (if you are so inclined), and most of all REVIEW! It’s the reviews that motivate me to write more chapters. I’m kind of discouraged that I haven’t gotten any reviews of chapter 2 yet , and it’s been posted like a month.

I know there hasn’t been much Kitty and Artie interaction these first few chapters, but I’ve tried to add more where it seemed to fit. This will become much easier after she joins the musical cast and glee in another couple chapters.

The Wildebrams Saga 1: The Ballad of Kitty and Artie

The Ballad of Kitty and Artie  is the first of five parts of my my Wildebrams fanfic saga. It is told mostly from Kitty’s perspective (with about a third from Artie’s) and covers Kitty’s and Artie’s back stories, and tells how she and Artie met and gradually fell in love and started dating during seasons four and the first half of season five of the show. It is a work in progress, but expected to be about 40-42 parts when complete. It will run until just after graduation (New Directions). This story will cover every major and most minor things that happened to Kitty and Artie during her sophomore year and beyond, filling in a lot of holes and attempting to answer a lot of questions. As I write this the story is not yet done but large parts are, and I have a detailed outline. If you have any suggestions or feedback pleased leave them in the comments and I will see what I can do about incorporating them.

The Ballad of Kitty and Artie tells the story of how Kitty Wilde and Artie Abrams met and fell in love during her sophomore year at William McKinley High School (Seasons 4 and 5).

Chapters:

1. Backstory
2. The New Rachel (4×01)
3. Brittany 2.0 (4×02)
4. The Makeover (4×03)
5. The Breakup (4×04)
6. The Role You Were Born To Play (4×05)
7. Glease (4×06)
8. Dynamic Duets (4×07)
9. Don’t Stop Believin’
10. Thanksgiving (4×08)
11. Swan Song (4×09)
12. Missing Person
13. Michael 2.0
14. Glee-Mas (4×10/5×8)
15. Sadie Hawkins (4×11)
16. Naked (4×12)
17. Diva (4×13)
18. I Do (4×14)
19. Girls And Boys On Film (4×15)
20. Feud (4×16)
21. Guilty Pleasures (4×17)
22. Shooting Star (4×18)
23. Sweet Dreams (4×19)
24. Lights Out (4×20)
25. Wonder-ful (4×21)
26. All Or Nothing (4×22)
27. Love, Love, Love (5×01)
28. Tina In The Sky With Diamonds (5×02)
29. Unexpected Tragedy
30. The Quarterback (5×03)
31. A Katy or a Ga Ga (5×04)
32. The End Of Twerk (5×05)
33. Movin’ Out (5×06)
34. Rock Of Wilde (pt 1. pt. 2)
35. Puppet Master (5×07)
36. Motown (5×08) – Replaces PUC
37. Frenemies (5×09)
38. Trio (5×10)
39. City of Angels (5×11)
40. 100 (5×12)
41. New Directions (5×13)
42. Summer Means Fun
43. Goodbye For Now

Brittney 2.0
Adapted by Wilde Abrams

*** Friday ***

It has been nearly a week (3 days) since the New Directions had chosen to sever ties with Kitty’s lunch crew. She had hoped it would not come down to that, but their insistence at embracing freaks made that unavoidable. She’d been hoping to have the opportunity to convenience Artie and the others the error of their ways, but there hadn’t been enough time. Phil was just too observant and impatient for her own good. She knew that despite her attitude, she was at a very critical time in her rise to power, and one wrong decision could derail everything she had worked so hard for. He had maneuvered her into severing ties with the glee club before she was ready, and for that he would eventually pay. But not yet, not until her position as Head Bitch On Campus was cemented.

She would never really understand why Artie had apparently given up his position as leader to Blaine, but she had to admit she had started to like Artie, Blaine, and even Tina in the week she had spent hanging out with them. She could care less about Brittany & Sam. Joe and Sugar seriously bugged her. Apparently Sugar and Artie had dated a few times, but she was irritating and Kitty thought he could do better.

I’m very disappointed in you -Artie

The text he had sent her continued to go through her mind. When she’d first read it, her first instinct was to respond to it with something mean, but she just couldn’t get herself to do it because deep down she knew he was right. She was disappointed in herself. He’d never been anything but nice to him, and she’d shunned him and called him a mean name. She wished she’d been able to find a way to salvage the situation, but that didn’t appear to be possible without endangering her own social standing.

She distracted herself by focusing on Cheerleading. Once cheerleading rehearsals began Kitty wasted no time asserting herself as a prominent member of the squad by demonstrating her superior abilities. She made sure that she was always front and center where coach Sylvester could see what she was capable of doing.

Brittany S. Pierce had flunked her senior year and was back again as head as head Cheerio, but this did not last very long. The first number that Brittany choreographed with the Cheerios was an elaborate dance routine to the Brittany Spears song Hold It Against Me. While Kitty let Brittany and some of the other cheerleaders think that this was a strong elaborate, routine; secretly she knew that it was mediocre at best, and in no way good enough for a National Champion squad.

Sure enough she was proven right when upon seeing it performed for the first time, coach Sylvester pronounced. “It’s garbage… Garbage wrapped in skin.”

Brittany was summoned into Coach Sue’s office. Kitty lurked outside of her coaches office door auspiciously taking care of young Robin, however her true motivation was to overhear what was going on inside. From the pieces that Kitty was able to make out, Brittany was being dismissed as head Cheerio, and from the squad altogether, because of her abysmal grade point average, and the fact that Sue could not have her setting such a poor example for the rest of the squad. Good thing I’m on that Honor Roll, she thought to herself.

Moments later a deflated Brittany walked out of the office and Coach Sue walked over to the door and saw Kitty standing there holding her daughter.

“Eavesdropping, I see,” Sue said.

She was about to open her mouth and protest, when Sue cut her off and said, “Excellent. Get in here.”

“Yes, Coach Sylvester,” she said, and walked into the office laying young Robin down in her stroller, and standing across the desk from her as coach Sue sat down.

“What is your honest opinion of the routine the Cheerios just performed a little bit ago?” Coach Sue asked her.

“Inadequate,” Kitty answered matter-of-factly.

“In what way?”

Without blinking Kitty answered, being brutally honest, “The routine was repetitive and unimaginative; the execution was sloppy. About a third of the girls were half a beat off, and most of the moves could’ve been done better by first year gymnastics student. Oh, and the song made me want to hurl.”

“That about covers it,” she said. “Do you think you can do better?”

“Absolutely,” Kitty said confidently.

“Good, answer,” Coach Sue told her. “As I’m sure you heard, I just relieved Brittany of her position on the Cheerios and her her role as head Cheerio is now open. As of now you are the new acting head Cheerio, and I’m giving you one week to come up with a routine that will impress me. If you do, the job will be yours permanently.”

“Thank you Coach Sylvester,” Kitty said. “I will not let you down.”

“Good,” she said, glancing at the clock, “it’s time for Robins four o’clock feeding.”

Kitty walked over and picked up the infant, walking out of the office. She grinned as soon as her back was to the coach. Her plan was working perfectly.

*** Monday ***

At Glee practice Artie sat next to Brittany who was out of uniform. The news had traveled fast about her being unceremoniously kicked off the cheerleading squad. She was clearly depressed sitting in a slump wearing a rumpled purple T-shirt that said ‘worlds best grandma’, and ate bits from a container of dark chocolate candies. Her hair was unkempt, and she clearly hadn’t showered in a couple days. When asked about it, she told the other glee club members that since she wasn’t allowed to wear her Cheerios uniform she’d gotten that outfit out of the lost and found.

Mr. Schue walked through the choir room door and told the group, “Great News guys, Principal Figgins has asked us to perform at the annual back to school pep rally this week.” Several members of the group smiled, but others were less certain. “Now I understand our National Champion street credit has dropped a little bit since school started. But this is our chance to really wow them and get it back.”

“What are we going to perform?” Joe wanted to know.

Artie looked over at Brittany with concern as he watched her eat candy after candy after candy. He could see Sam Evans doing the same.

“Good Question,” Mr.Schu answered. “we’re a family here, and when one of our family is falling down, it’s up to us to get together and pick them back up.”

He walked over to the whiteboard and wrote:

Brittany 2.0

“Oh my god, are we doing Brittany week again?” Tina asked.

He walked over and looked right at Brittany, “You really came into your own during the last Brittany Week,” he said in response. “You showed us the best of Brittany: Youth. Energy. Confidence. She inspires you, and you inspire us.”

He then addressed the entire group.

“So everyone prepare a Brittany song for the week, and were going to pick one to do for the pep assembly. I’ve asked Blaine and Artie to give us a little taste of what we’re looking for.”

Blaine and Artie got up in front of the group and Blaine address Britany directly, “This one’s for you Brittany.”

Then the two of them began performing a mashup of Boys by Brittany Spears and Boyfriend by Justin Bieber.

Artie:
For whatever reason,
I feel like I’ve been wanting you all my life
You don’t understand
I’m so glad we’re at the same place
At the same time

Blaine (Artie):
It’s over now
I spotted you dancin’
You made all the boys stare
Those lips and your brown eyes (Oooh)
And the sexy hair

Artie (Blaine):
I should shake my thang (Uh)
Make the world want you (Hahaha)
Tell your girls you’ll be back
I wanna see what you can do

Artie and Blaine with New Directions Boys:
What would it take for you to just leave with me?
Not tryin’ to sound conceited but
you and me were meant to be
You’re a sexy girl, I’m a nice guy
Let’s turn this dance floor into our own little nasty world!

Blaine with New Directions:
If I was your boyfriend

Artie:
Sometimes a girl just needs one

Blaine with New Directions:
Keep you on my arm girl

Artie:
To love her and to hold

Blaine with New Directions:
And I can be a gentleman

Artie:
And when a girl is with one

Blaine with New Directions:
If I was your boyfriend

Artie:
Then she’s in control!

Blaine with New Directions:
If I was your boyfriend

Artie:
Tell me what you like yeah tell me what you don’t
I could be your Buzz Lightyear fly across the globe
I don’t never wanna fight yeah, you already know
Imma a make you shine bright like you’re laying in the snow burr!

Blaine:
Girlfriend, girlfriend, you could be my girlfriend
You could be my girlfriend until the world ends
Make you dance do a spin and a twirl and
Voice goin’ crazy on this hook (New Directions Boys: If I was your boyfriend) like a whirl wind, swaggie

Artie:
Sometimes a girl just needs one

Blaine with New Directions Boys:
Keep you on my arm girl

Artie:
To love her and to hold

Blaine with New Directions Boys:
And I can be a gentleman

Artie:
And when a girl is with one

Blaine with New Directions Boys:
If I was your boyfriend

Artie:
Then she’s in control!

Blaine with New Directions Boys:
If I was your boyfriend

Blaine:
So give me a chance, ‘cause you’re all I need girl

Artie and Blaine with New Directions Boys:
Spend a week wit your boy I’ll be calling you my girlfriend

Artie (Blaine):
If I was your man (If I was your man)
I’d never leave you girl (Girl)

Artie with New Directions Boys (Blaine):
I just want to love you, (If I was your boyfriend) and treat you right

Artie:
Sometimes a girl just needs one

Blaine with New Directions Boys:
Keep you on my arm girl

Artie:
To love her and to hold

Blaine with New Directions Boys:
And I can be a gentleman

Artie:
And when a girl is with one

Blaine with New Directions Boys:
If I was your boyfriend

Artie:
Then she’s in control!

Blaine with New Directions Boys:
If I was your boyfriend

Artie and Blaine (New Direction Boys):
Na-na-na, na-na-na (Girls), na-na-na, yeah girl
Na-na-na, na-na-na (Girls)
Yeah, if I was your boyfriend.
Na-na-na, na-na-na (Girls), na-na-na eh!
Na-na-na, na-na-na (Girls)
If I was your boyfriend

Blaine:
Can’t live with ’em!

Artie:
Can’t live without ’em!

During the song, some of the other glee club members began to move and sang along, while Brittany just continued to eat, staring at them. Initially, she seemed indifferent to the performance, however as the song went on, several other members of the new directions began to move along to the song, getting more and more into it, and by the final verse Brittany herself was moving around to the beat; however she continued to eat her chocolates.

The song ended in applause, and Artie asked, “So, Brit, what’d you think?”

“I’m once again inspired by the awesomeness of Brittany,” She answered. “Thanks Mr. Schue.”

Artie and the others smiled.

# # #

That day at Cheerleading Practice, Kitty wasted no time asserting her position of leadership, as she addressed the group after Coach Sue informed the squad about the change in leadership.

“Now,” she told them as she paced in front of the assembled squad. “We are going to see some changes around here. My predecessor seemed to have the attitude that doing the same old thing and doing things “good enough” was good enough for a National Champion squad. Coach Sylvester and I don’t share that view. If we want to remain National Champions, then we need to push you harder than you’ve ever been pushed before. She and I are determined to do whatever it takes to win, and if any of you don’t share that level of commitment, then you may as well leave now and make room for one of the many others just begging to get on this squad who DO have that level of commitment.”

She stopped and looked right at them, pausing for effect before asking, “anyone?”

Seeing none, she said, “Good….. Wind sprints everybody.”

And with that she could see new confidence from the girls, and a smile on the face of their coach. Everything was going perfectly.

*** Tuesday ***

Kitty was on her way to her third period class when Artie saw her and greeted her with a smile, “Hey Kitty.”

Wait. Wasn’t he supposed to be mad… Disappointed in her? Why was he being so nice?

But instead of saying any of that she quietly answered, “Hey, Artie,” and rolled her eyes when he was no longer able to see her.

# # #

In Glee Club, Artie and the others watched as Joe, Tina, and Sam performed the Brittany song Three, as Brittany, who was now dressed more normally in a blue with black and white accented minidress and gray wrap, stared off blankly into space, arms folded. She had bathed and done her hair but still had a look of defeat about her. It made Artie so sad.

Tina with Joe and Sam:
One, two, three,
Not only you and me
Got 180 degrees and I’m caught in between
Countin’ one, two, three
Peter, Paul and Mary
Getting down with 3P
Everybody loves countin’
Everybody loves countin’
Everybody loves countin’

Tina:
Babe, pick a night
To come out and play
If it’s alright
What do you say?
Merrier the more
Triple fun that way
Twister on the floor
What do you say?

Joe:
Are you in?
Living in sin is the new thing,
Are you in?

Joe and Tina:
I am countin’

Tina with Joe and Sam:
One, two, three,
Not only you and me
Got 180 degrees and I’m caught in between
Countin’ one, two, three
Peter, Paul and Mary
Getting down with 3P
Everybody loves countin’
One, two, three,
Not only you and me
Got 180 degrees and I’m caught in between
Countin’ one, two, three
Peter, Paul and Mary
Getting down with 3P,
Everybody loves countin’

Tina:
Three is a charm
Two is not the same
I don’t see the harm
So are you game?
Let’s make a team
Make ’em say my name
Loving the extreme
Now are you game?

Joe (and Tina):
Are you in?
(Living in sin is the new thing,)
Are you in?
(I am countin’)

Tina with Joe and Sam:
One, two, three,
Not only you and me
Got 180 degrees and I’m caught in between
Countin’ one, two, three
Peter, Paul and Mary
Getting down with 3P
Everybody loves countin’
One, two, three
Not only you and me
Got 180 degrees and I’m caught in between
Countin’ one, two, three
Peter, Paul and Mary
Getting down with 3P
Everybody loves countin’

Sam:
What we do is innocent
Just for fun and nothing meant

Tina:
If you don’t like the company
Let’s just do it you and me,

Sam:
You and me

Joe and Tina:
Or three
Or four

Sam:
On the floor (Joe: On the floor)
On the floor (Joe: On the floor)

Tina:
On the floor!

Sam:
On the floor!

Tina with Joe and Sam:
One, two, three
Not only you and me
Got 180 degrees and I’m caught in between
Countin’ one, two, three
Peter, Paul and Mary
Getting down with 3P
Everybody loves countin’
Not only you and me (Tina: Oooh!)
Got 180 degrees and
I’m caught in between,
Countin’

Joe and Sam:
One, two, three (Tina: One, Two, Three)
Peter, Paul and Mary

Tina with Joe and Sam:
Getting down with 3P
Everybody loves countin’

Everyone, with the exception of Brittany, clapped and danced along throughout the performance.

Towards the end of the song, Brittany got up and walked over to the wall and pulled a hair buzzer out of her bag and plugged it into the wall outlet. Everyone watched, confused, as, Brittany raised the buzzer, about to shave her head, just as Brittany Spears did it back in 2007.

Unique squealed in panic, and Mr. Schue rushed over to stop her.

“Brittany what are you doing?” Mr. Schue asked, in a panic.

“Coach Sylvester’s taken away my high pony,” She explained. “If I can’t have my high pony I don’t want any hair at all.”

She moved to finish what she started and everybody yelled, “NO!” in unison.

After a few minutes of discussion, they talked her down and she finally relented.

*/*/*

After glee practice Artie, Blaine, and Tina, along with a crowd of other students watched in horror and fascination, as Joseph Ben-Israel and his cameraman attempted to ambush Brittany in the halls.

“Brittany S. Pierce, what do you say to reports that you’ve gone off the rails?”

“Leave me alone JBI!” she hollered, literally shoving his face out of hers.

But he was undeterred, and came back for more. “What’s going on in your head right now?” he wanted to know

“Leave me alone, JBI!” She hollered again and shoved him nearly knocking over his cameraman.

“Wh-What are you thinking?” he asked.

“There’s no comment,” she hollered slapping him across the face

“Just talk to me!”

“Leave Me alone,” she said shoving him again.

The two of them got into a shoving match in the hallway

“Are you getting this?” Jacob asked as a as a female photographer began to take pictures.

Brittany grabbed an umbrella from another student and began hitting Jacob with it, knocking him to the ground hitting him over and over again.

“There’s is your camera,” she hollered.

“Should we do something,” Blaine wondered

“No,” Tina answered. “He deserves it.”

“I meant about Brittany’s downward spiral,” Blaine said. “I think the whole singing at her thing isn’t really helping.”

“Probably what she misses most about the Cheerios is being in the spotlight,” Artie said. “We should give her that.”

A growing group of onlookers watched as Brittany continued to beat JBI into the ground with the umbrella. Off to the side, Kitty watched and smiled.

“Leave her alone, leave Brittany alone,” another student cried out.

Eventually she tired of striking him, and he tired of resisting, so she finally got up off of his prone form and walked off.

# # #

That day at practice Coach Sue wasn’t present, busy with other matters, and Kitty took the opportunity to begin teaching the squad the routine she had spent most of the weekend choreographing. To her surprise, they didn’t suck at it. She also informed them of the new mandatory daily practices she was implementing. She wasn’t letting up until they had things perfect.

# # #

Shortly after her image change, Kitty began looking for a token boyfriend who would help solidify her social status, and her image as a mean bitch bad girl; and she had settled on Jake Puckerman, the half black, half jewish badass. He had short black curly hair and dark skin, along with a chip on his shoulder. He was new to the school this year and so he likely did not have any emotional package.

Kitty was out on the football field after practice when she glanced up at the bleachers and what did she see Little Miss Marley Rose and Jake Puckerman. She was singing and he was playing the guitar and it was very obvious from looking at them that she was smitten with him and he with her. This was something that just could not be allowed to continue.

Kitty had disliked Marley basically from the moment she met her. She was tall, sweet, auburn haired, and very naive. Kitty saw a lot of Katherine in her, and she could become a significant threat to Kitty’s status if she set her mind to it. For that reason she set her mind to destroying the girl at all costs.

When Jake gave her his jacket Kitty was filled with rage.

*** Wednesday ***

In the choir room Brittany sat in her chair staring off into space. When her attention returned to what was going on in front of her, she saw the entire glee club staring at her.

She pressed the button on her phone and said, “Kiki why’s everybody in the glee club staring at me?”

“Because those fools are jealous,” her phone chirped and said back to her.

“Who is Kiki?” Tina wanted to know.

“Kiki is Siri’s super-smart older cousin who’s really jealous of how famous Siri’s gotten,” Brittany answered. “She lives inside this super-cheap phone I found at the laundromat.”

Everyone continued to stare at her in confusion.

“What size coffee is that?” Sam asked, breaking the silence and changing the subject.

“Kiki what size coffee and my drinking?” Brittany asked.

The phone chirped again and said, “You’re drinking a settanta – 70 ounces of espresso.”

“Thank you Kiki,” she said

Artie and Unique shared a concerned look, while Blaine and Sam just stared.

“You’re the only one I can trust,” Brittany told Kiki, “now that Santana’s too busy.”

“Brittany we’re worried about you,” Joe told her concerned.

“We know how hard it must have felt to get kicked off the Cheerios,” Blaine said. “We want to help you get back on your feet and start performing again.”

“You should be the lead performer at the pep assembly on Friday,” Tina suggested.

“That’s great,” Brittany said with a smile on her face for the first time in days, “but there’s only one problem. I have to lip-synch”

“W-We don’t lip-synch in Glee,” Blaine told her in disbelief

“Well,” Brittany said, staring at the floor, “my voice is too weak to sing live. I’ve been up every night this week yelling at the shrubs in my yard that have been making fun of me.”

“This sounds like a terrible idea,” Artie said.

“We’ll record the song in advance. I’ll choreograph an amazing routine without having to worry about anybody running out of breath, and Mr. Schuester will never know the difference,” she informed them-

Blaine shook his head

“-Lots of performers do this now. Kristen Stewart. James Earl Jones.”

Brittany pressed the button on her phone. “Kiki,” she asked, speaking into her phone, “is a good idea for me to lip-synch at the pep assembly?”

That phone chirped. “It’s not a good idea. It’s a great idea,” Kiki replied. “Can I get you another Settanta?”

She took another sip of her drink.

Artie shook his head. This wasn’t going to go well, but they needed to do whatever it took to help their friend.

*** Friday ***

Kitty approached Jake in the halls.

“So I’ve heard people talking about us around school.”

“Us?”

“Yes,” she told him. “Rumor has it we’re dating.”

“Now where would they get that idea?”

“I started it. ” she told him grinning. “I had to do something to combat that other rumor about you.”

“And what rumor is that?”

“The one that you’re a womanizer,” she informed him matter-of-factly. “Marley and some of her friends were talking about it the other day, and I can’t have that. So I told everyone in the girl’s locker room that you were off limits.”

“Marley wouldn’t say that about me.”

“Oh, but she did. She may not have wanted to believe it at first, but once they showed her that you were trolling every girl in that school, she had no choice but to see it.”

She could see that he was clearly annoyed but said, “While I appreciate your looking out for my reputation, I’d appreciate it if you didn’t spread rumors of your own.”

“It’s only a rumor until it’s true.”

“And what makes you think I’d want to date you, anyway?”

“If you actually need me to answer that, then you’re dumber than Brittany.” She put her hand on his shoulder, leaned into his ear, and spoke seductively, “Just think about it.”

And with that she walked off, leaving him alone with his thoughts.

# # #

Kitty was just entering the cafeteria when she saw the beginning of an altercation between Jake Puckerman and Phil and Bobby from her crew. Jake apparently wanted them to apologize for something and from the looks on their faces, Marley and her mom, the fat lunch lady, were somehow involved.

When it got physical, Mr. Schuster, the Glee Club and History Teacher broke it up and hauled Jake off.

Kitty just rolled her eyes. Boys!

# # #

Later that afternoon Kitty was on her way to the pep assembly when Jake caught up with her.

“Well, I thought about it,” he said.

“And?” She asked.

“And I’m in,” he told her with a sigh.

“Good answer,” she told him. “Don’t act all depressed about it. It’ll be good for both of us. Let’s get together this weekend. I’ll text you with deets.”

“Okay,” he answered, trying a smile.

# # #

At the pep assembly, Kitty was sitting with the Cheerios and coach Sylvester when Mr. Figgins addressed the crowd

“Quiet please children, Shh. Welcome children to McKinley High’s annual fall assembly, where we gather to celebrate teen pep. Before we begin a few announcements. First and foremost I wish to address the rumor that I like to be milked like a cow because my breasts are filled with delicious wholesome milk. That rumor is untrue. And now without further ado it’s time for performance of music to be enjoyed by all.”

# # #

Backstage at the assembly, the New Directions were dressed all in black and getting ready to perform. All, that is, except Brittany.

“Brittany,” Blaine asked, “shouldn’t you be stretching or warming up or something?”

But Brittany just sat there eating Cheetos

“Do you need a baby wipe?” Tina asked, concerned, “you have Cheetos hands and Cheetos mouth.”

“I’m fine thank you,” Brittany replied unconcerned, continuing to eat her Cheetos.

Tina sighed.

Definitely not going to go well, Artie thought.

# # #

“It is my honor to introduce McKinley High’s New Directions,” Principal Figgins finished.

The crowd applauded and the curtain went up revealing the glee club dressed all in black and began to sing Gimme More by Brittany spears.

Brittany:
It’s Brittany, bitch
I see you…
And I just want to dance with you
Hmmm…

Every time they turn the lights down
Just want to go that extra mile for you
(New Directions: You public) My display of affection
Feels like no one else in the room (but you)

We can get down like there’s no one around
We keep on rockin’ (we’ll keep on rockin’)
We keep on rockin’ (keep on rockin’)
Cameras are flashin’ while we’re dirty dancin’
They keep watching (they keep watching)
Keep watching
Feels like the crowd is saying

Brittany with New Directions (New Directions):
Gimme, gimme (More)
Gimme (More)
Gimme, gimme (More)
Gimme, gimme (More)
Gimme (More)
Gimme, gimme (More)
Gimme, gimme (More)
Gimme (More)
Gimme, gimme (More)
Gimme, gimme (More)
Gimme (More)
Gimme, gimme (More)

Brittany:
A center of attention (do you feel good?)
Even when we’re up against the wall
You’ve got me in a crazy position (yeah)
If you’re on a mission (uh-huh)
You got my permission (oh)

We can get down like there’s no one around
We keep on rockin’ (keep on rockin)
We keep on rockin’ (oh, are you?)
Cameras are flashin’ while we’re dirty dancin’
They keep watching (they keep watching)
Feels like the crowd is saying

Brittany with New Directions (New Directions):
Gimme, gimme (More)
Gimme (More)
Gimme, gimme (More)
Gimme, gimme (More)
Gimme (More)
Gimme, gimme (More)
Gimme, gimme (More)
Gimme (More)
Gimme, gimme (More)
Gimme, gimme (More)
Gimme (More)
Gimme, gimme (More)

Brittany:
I just can’t control myself, oh
They want more? Well, I’ll give them more, ow!

New Directions (Brittany):
Gimme, gimme more
Gimme more
Gimme, gimme more (Gimme more)
Gimme, gimme more
Gimme more
Gimme, gimme more (Oh oh)
Gimme, gimme more
Gimme more
Gimme, gimme more
Gimme, gimme more (Gimme more, yeah)
Gimme more
Gimme, gimme more

Brittany:
Uhhh, give me more, give me more
Give me more, give me more baby
I just want more!

New Directions (Brittany):
Gimme, gimme more
Gimme more
Gimme, gimme more (Gimme more)
Gimme, gimme more
Gimme more
Gimme, gimme more (Oh oh)
Gimme, gimme more
Gimme more
Gimme, gimme more
Gimme, gimme more (Gimme more, yeah)
Gimme more
Gimme, gimme more

The whole school watched in the stands. Brittany was holding a large bottle of orange pop and drinking from it. Kitty watched carefully, with a suspicious look on her face.

She was paying special attention to her former rival, Brittany, and Artie (who mysteriously continued to greet her by name when he saw her in the halls even after the peace between the cheerleaders and glee club was over, and she had mostly stopped responding to him). Much of the performance Brittany was singing too and dancing around Artie in his wheelchair much to his obvious discomfort.

There was something familiar about the performance, but she could not quite put her finger on it. Throughout the performance, Brittany forgot moves, stepped in the wrong direction, and her lips were out of sync with the song; and was eating Cheetos throughout. Something very familiar. Then Brittany started falling,

Then it finally occurred to her. The performance was reminiscent of Brittany Spears’ controversial MTV Awards performance of the song back in 2007, where she lip-synced and wore the same outfit Brittany was wearing here.

Without hesitation, Kitty rose to her feet, pointed, and shouted out, “THEY’RE LIP-SYNCHING!”

Unique then attempted to grab the food and drink from Brittany, but Brittany then threw cheetos around the stage; when the crowd erupted into a small riot and New Directions were booed off the stage.

Kitty watched in satisfaction as Sam and Blaine quickly covered the stage with the curtain.

# # #

A few minutes later, Artie sat with the rest of the glee club as Mr. Schue berated them,

“In the 58 year history of the McKinley High School Glee Club, there has never been such a debacle! We do not lip-synch ever!”

“Sorry Mr. Schue,” Blaine said. “we were just trying to help Brittany out.”

“Lip-synching is the equivalent of blood doping in professional sports. Every gain we’ve made in the last three years has been wiped out. And I’m not just talking about a reputation here at McKinley.” He gestured to the rest of the school building for emphasis. “If the National Show Choir Board of Review gets wind of this, we could be barred from competing.”

He turned to Brittany and asked, “What do you have to say for yourself Brittany?”

“To quote the legend herself ‘if I met me I would say quick hello and then think I was a really nice girl’ ”

She rose through feet and added, “and I resign from glee club effective immediately.”

And with that she walked out the door.

Artie and the others just sat there dumbfounded.

# # #

That day after school at cheerleading practice, Kitty showed coach Sue the routine she had devised to the theme of U.G.L.Y. By Daphne and Celeste.

C) Ok! I’m a cheerleader now!
[Chorus]
(D&C) u.g.l.y.
You ain’t got no alibi you ugly
Eh! Hey! You ugly x4

(C) I saw you walking down the street just the other day
(C) I didn’t see your damage from that far away
(C) I should have got a clue when the kids started screaming
(C) You walked up to me with your buckteeth a gleaming
(C) Your hair was all frizzy and your face was a mess
(C) I thought it was a sack but it’s your favourite dress
(C) You hurt the tree’s feelings and the birds all flew
(C) I don’t mean to insult you
(C) Oh wait! Yes I do.

(D) Your teeth are yellow, they’re covered in mould
(D) You’re only fourteen you look a hundred years old
(C) When looks were handed out you were last in line
(C) Your face looks like where the sun don’t shine
(D) Did you fall off a building and land on your head?
(D) Or did a truck run over your face instead
(C) There ain’t no pill cos you ain’t ill

(D&C) you’re ugly!
(D&C) U.G.L.Y you ain’t got no alibi you ugly eh! Hey! You ugly x2

(D) What you really need is to wear a mask
(D) And book that plastic surgeon fast – (girl)
(C) You’re scary – you’re hairy I heard about you
(C) You’re the main attraction at the city zoo
(D) You’re so fat and ugly with a belly full of flab
(D) When you wear a yellow coat people shout out cab
(C) (So funny)

(D) You got eyes like a pig and your nose is big
(D) And with hair like that you should be wearing a wig
(C) Uncle Fester, remember him? I never knew that you had a twin
(D) You can’t disguise your googly eyes
(D) In the miss ugly pageant you win first prize
(C) Yo mama says you ugly –
(D&C) you ugly!

(D&C) U.G.L.Y you ain’t got no alibi you ugly eh! Hey! You ugly x2
(D) Get busy x9
(C) Yo mama says your ugly
(D) Get busy
(C) Yo mama says your ugly
(D) Get busy
(C) Yo mama says your ugly
(D) Get busy (D&C) your ugly!

(D&C) u.u.u.u.
(D) Now I feel like Blondie

(D&C) U.G.L.Y you ain’t got no alibi you ugly eh! Hey! You ugly x2

(D) Quasimodo
(C) Camel breathe
(D) Squarehead
(D&C) ugly!

(C) Chicken legs
(D) Pig face
(C) Chin like bubba
(D&C) ugly!

(D) Fish lips
(C) Toad licker
(D) Poindexter
(D&C) ugly!

(C) Spaghetti arms
(D) Limp butt
(D&C) freak show -ugly!

(D&C) U.G.L.Y you ain’t got no alibi you ugly eh! Hey! You ugly x1

(D&C) U.G.L.Y- (C) you could make an onion cry

(D&C) U.G.L.Y- (D) like an alien chased by the F.B.I.

(D&C) U.G.L.Y you
U.G.L.Y you ain’t got no alibi you ugly!

The routine was fresh and precise. There were just enough fancy moves to impress, without coming off flashy and gimmicky. The song itself presented the same attitude that both Sue and Kitty had. That squad had performed it well, and in that end Coach Sue simply stated, “Outstanding.”

Kitty smiled and knew she had won the top spot permanently.

*** Saturday ***

Saturday morning, Kitty texted Jake and that evening they went to the early showing of a movie. She chose the early showing to maximize the possibility that they would be seen, and sure enough the theater was full, but unfortunately Marley Rose wasn’t one of the attendees. She would have to find another way to break the news to Miss Itty-Bitty.

*** Monday ***

A few days later Kitty was outside of Coach Sylvester’s office when Brittany once again went to see her. From the bits and pieces of the conversation that she was able to make out Brittany had managed to improve her grades with a little help from Mr. Shuster and Ms. Pillsbury.

And she was welcomed back onto the Cheerios, however coach Sylvester was impressed enough with Kitty’s routine that she retained the leadership of the squad.

Kitty found out later that the whole thing was a ploy to hit bottom so she could rise from that ashes like the mythological phoenix. Kitty rolled her eyes.

# # #

That day on her way to lunch, Kitty ran into Artie as she entered the cafeteria.

“Hey, Kitty,” he greeted her.

Why the hell was he still so nice to me for? She thought.

“Well if it isn’t crippy-lip-synch,” she retorted.

“We were just trying to help Brittany, which I’m sure you already knew,” he told her.

“Maybe so,” she retorted, laughing. “But it was definitely the wrong way to so do it.”

After a moment, she added, quietly, “And now it’s my turn to be disappointed in you.”

And with that she was gone, and he just sat there realizing that she was right.

# # #

Torturing Marley Rose was becoming a new hobby of Kitty’s. It was becoming more and more fun, especially when it became apparent that she was into Jake. Kitty decided to use every opportunity to flaunt their relationship in front of Marley, and make it clear that Jake was hers, and Marley could not have him.

After lunch, Kitty was exchanging books at her locker when she saw Jake approach Markey’s locker.

“Uh, you think I could sit next to you in Glee Club? I don’t know anybody else.”

Markey Smiled “So you’re going to join? I didn’t realize I had that powerful an effect on you?”

“It wasn’t you….well it helped…I just … (sigh)..I don’t know, get these feelings sometimes to punch someone, or steal a cop car, or kiss someone, and I hear Glee Club might help them go away…. even though it totally sucks balls.”

“I promise (laughing), it’s not that bad. Just stick with me, and I’ll help you get through it.”

“It’s nice to have a friend looking out for me.”

“Well, I owe you for what you did for my mom…. Oh, I just realized I’m still wearing your jacket.”

“It looks pretty good on you.–”

Kitty could not take it anymore and chose that moment to interrupt, “–I bet it looks better on me.”

Marley got a confused look on her face..

“We’re dating now. Didn’t Jake tell you?”

Kitty held our her hand, clearly expecting Marlry to hand the jacket over.

“No he didn’t,” Markey responded crestfallen.

“Well, uh, it’s not really my style to put a label on things.”

“You two make a great couple,” Marley said taking him off the hook.

She handed the jacket to Kitty who put it on

“Bye.” She said sadly, trying to hold her emotions in check. Kitty smiled triumphantly.

And with that she walked away leaving Jake alone with Kitty. Kitty faced Jake with a satisfied smile on her face.

“Don’t you agree it looks good on me?” When he didn’t answer right away, she changed the subject. “So why on earth would you want to join glee club, when it world take away from the time you can have this?” Kitty asked him, gesturing to her body.

“I think you heard my explanation. I don’t expect you to understand it, but please accept it.”

He took off toward his next class.

“For now, Puckerman,” she uttered under her breath, “for now.”

She would have to fight that battle another day.

# # #

Later that day, at a Glee rehearsal Brittany was back, complete with high pony an Cheerio uniform.

Artie watched as Jake was being lead into the choir room by Mr. Schue. He noticed that Marley was sitting in her chair reviewing some notes when she heard Mr. Schue talking. She looked up and saw Jake, a sad look still on her face. He wondered what was going on.

“Okay,” Mr. Schue said, addressing the group, “let’s give a big New Directions welcome to Jake Puckerman.”

Jake meet Marleys eyes and Sam came up and put his hand on Jake’s shoulder saying, “Hey, dude. Um, me and your bro were best friends.” Jake turned to face him. “Is it weird that I know him a lot better than you?” Jake wasn’t sure what to say.

“Welcome, bro,” Joe Hart added. “God made you, and God doesn’t make mistakes.” He smiled and walked off.

Jake looked around and found a place to sit down.

“Mr Schuster?” Marley asked.

“Yeah, Marley?”

“If it’s alright I’d like to sing one last Brittany song.”

“Did that come out this morning?” Artie asked. ” ‘Cause we’ve scraped the bottom of that Brittany barrel.”

“Not exactly. This is one of my favorite sings.”

She stepped up front, sat on a stool and began to sing, Everytime

Marley:
Notice me
Take my hand
Why are we
Strangers when
Our love is strong
Why carry on without me?

Everytime I try to fly
I fall without my wings
I feel so small
I guess I need you baby
And everytime I see you in my dreams
I see your face, it’s haunting me
I guess I need you baby

I make believe
That you are here
It’s the only way
I see clear
What have I done
You seem to move on easy

And everytime I try to fly
I fall without my wings
I feel so small
I guess I need you baby
And everytime I see you in my dreams
I see your face, you’re haunting me
I guess I need you baby

I may have made it rain
Please forgive me
My weakness caused you pain
And this song is my sorry

Ohhhh

At night I pray
That soon your face
Will fade away

And everytime I try to fly
I fall without my wings
I feel so small
I guess I need you baby
And everytime I see you in my dreams
I see your face, you’re haunting me
I guess I need you baby

As she sung, Artie noticed that Jake watched her with an upset expression – he knew that Marley is singing this because she was upset that he was dating Kitty. Word of that had traveled quickly. He felt bad, for them but hated to get involved in other people’s relationship drama so he decided to ignore his feelings for now.

# # #

Before Cheerio practice, Kitty approached Jake who was out on the football field playing with his guitar, and teased him about serenading a girl he wasn’t even dating. How was she supposed to feel about that.

In response he began to pluck away at his guitar and sang a song just for her.

Marley watched this from a far, but halfway through the song she couldn’t take it anymore, and ran off to cry somewhere private.

# # #

Okay everybody, sorry for taking so long for this update. I treat each chapter as an episode which has to stand on its own in addition to fitting with the overall story, so it takes longer. Add to that the fact that I keep getting inspired to write parts of later chapters lol.

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