small town girl

(emelia)

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i make my way off the bus, a disturbing scene catching my eye.

"new friends, kurt?"

puckerman answers for him. "it's all good, mr.shue."

the spanish teacher nods. "hey finn, i'm still waiting on your homework 'what hace su pasado verano?"

looking clueless he asks, "what?"

"what did you do this summer?"

"i'm almost half done, mr. shue." he accepts the quarterback's excuse, leaving the jocks to continue their ritual.

"this is mark jacobs," kurt exclaims.

"hey, asshats! leave kurt alone and pick on someone your own size."

puck smirks. "or you could take his place, sweet thing." pure ick.

"... you know what, fine."

finn is about to protest, but it's too late. puck and his lackey's grab me instead. time to take the plunge, i guess.

i close my eyes, count to three, and land on my ass inside the smelly dumpster. what i don't expect is for finn to help me out.

"that was really cool of you... i wanted to stop them, you know."

"the thing is, finn, you guys think it's cool to pick on people who are different and not popular. that right there is not cool. so, save it, ok?"

i walk away before he can say anything. i need to change, right now. thank god i have a change of clothes. my aunt did teach me to always be prepared.

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*spanish class*

mr.shue. a great person but a horrid spanish teacher. it's a good thing i have quizlet.

finn is on another planet entirely while the rest of the class mumble along, bored out of their minds... after what seems like an eternity, the bell rings.

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*emilia's locker*

i go to grab a book for my next class when a cold slushy hits my face, running down my shirt. "oh, wow, that is as bad as i was expecting..."

"stay away from finn, freak show." quinn fabray. why am i not surprised. maybe because i knew this was coming.

"oh my gosh. let me get you cleaned up." it's kurt.

"you don't have to..."

"it's the least i can do. you saved me from an involuntary dumpster dive."

"no one deserves that kurt. not even you."

he finishes wiping the grap slushy from my face. "it's not perfect but it's something."

"yeah... this was my only change of clothes... great."

"well, you still look fabulous. are you gonna try out for glee? i could use some moral support."

i beam. "sure, kurt. but i'm only doing this for you."

"thank you, emilia."

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*the auditorium*

after school

"emilia pillsbury," mr.shue says, calling my name. here goes nothing.

"hi, my name is emilia pillsbury and i'll be singing runnin' up that hill by kate bush."

"It doesn't hurt me (yeah, yeah, yo)
Do you wanna feel how it feels? (Yeah, yeah, yo)
Do you wanna know, know that it doesn't hurt me? (Yeah, yeah, yo)
Do you wanna hear about the deal that I'm making? (Yeah, yeah, yo)You
It's you and me
And if I only could
I'd make a deal with God
And I'd get Him to swap our places
Be runnin' up that road
Be runnin' up that hill
Be runnin' up that building
Say, if I only could, oh
You don't wanna hurt me (yeah, yeah, yo)
But see how deep the bullet lies (yeah, yeah, yo)
Unaware I'm tearin' you asunder (yeah, yeah, yo)
Oh, there is thunder in our hearts (yeah, yeah, yo)
Is there so much hate for the ones we love? (Yeah, yeah, yo)
Oh, tell me, we both matter, don't we? (Yeah, yeah, yo)."

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"wow, that was really good. i'm impressed."

"thank you, mr.shue..."

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"your voice is incredible!"

"thanks! now, knock-'em dead, kurt."

"oh, honey, i will."

after kurt's audition, we leave for the day and head home.

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we made it!... we are totally getting slushied tomorrow...

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*the choir room, the next day*

mercedes. rachel. kurt. artie. me. tina. the first and only members of glee club. the new directions... and we were atrocious.

"okay. i have concerns. mr. shuester, you do realize how ridiculous it is to see the soloist of 'sit down you're rocking the boat' in a wheelchair," rachel complains.

"i think mr.shue is trying to use irony to inhance the performance," artie says.

"really mr.shue. great song choice and i'm not knocking artie. he has a good voice, but we need more voices. at least another guy."

"you're right. i'll have someone by tomorrow. have a good rest of your day everyone."

this is gonna be a shitshow...

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a/n: second chapter! sorry if it's short! finn pov next❤️