Take Care of Yourself (A Rory Flanagan/Glee fan fiction)

Two.

“Cassidy, I’m telling you, you cannot fail history. You need to pass this class to move on to your junior year. It’s only January, so I won’t call your parents. You have the rest of the semester to change your marks. I looked at the clock.  4:10. It had only been 5 minutes since Glee club ended. I had never wanted to be in the choir room more in my life. I looked back at my history teacher. There she was, going on and on about how I needed to bump up my marks. It was wintertime so it was already getting pretty dark outside. I didn’t want to stay here long. Plus I had projects to finish up.

I nodded so that she would understand that I knew the consequences and what I needed to know for the future, and stuff that somehow didn’t matter in my mind. All I want is an enjoyable life. One that will not include knowing which state was around first or who all our presidents were. I wasn’t sure what I wanted to be in the future, but I knew that it would not include history, math, or science. Something that I would actually want to do.

My teacher half-smiled, then nodded at the door. “Have a nice evening.” She said as I walked out and nodded, returning her statement.

I walked back to my locker, grabbing my books and binders, then I began to walk to the front doors of the school.

CRAP.

 

There was Rory, sitting on the steps. Why was he still here? It had been more than an hour since school ended. I was about to walk in the other direction, to the back exit, but it was too late, seeing as Rory was looking at me. I couldn’t just ignore him and turn around. He would think I hated him. I took in a deep breath, and proceeded to walk in his direction. I started to walk down the steps but when I got to the bottom I just couldn’t leave. I spun back around and then smiled. He gave me a weird look. Obviously he was confused as to why I was still here. “Look. Rory…I’m sorry about earlier…you know, if I…freaked you out a little. Or a lot.” He laughed, looking down at the ground. “Ah, at first I did think of it as a little odd. But it’s fine, really. Nothing actually happened, so it’s all grand.” I smiled and looked down, then back up to meet his eyes.

“Um-“ I blurted out, really shocked. I just realised I had said nothing, nor did he. We merely stared at each other for more than a couple seconds in silence. God, I made this incredibly awkward. I shook the though out of my head, literally, by looking away from his deep blue eyes.

I looked back, recollecting my thoughts and myself. “So, what are you still doing here? I thought you would have left right after our little meeting, so you wouldn’t have the risk of seeing me again, ha-ha.” He shared a toothy grin. “Ah, well, you are in the Glee club here, correct?” I nodded. “Well then I’m sure Brittany S. Pierce has told you all that I’m staying with her, as I am a foreign exchange student.”  I laughed, because Brittany had been going on about him forever. “Yeah, she talks a lot about you.  Claims you’re a leprechaun.” He laughs. “Ah, I know of that. Yesterday she asked me for a box of Lucky Charms, but filled with all marshmallows. I go along with it because Brittany said if I granted her 3 wishes, I’d get her pot of gold.” He winks.

“I’m getting much off topic,” he says “What I meant by all of this is, she’s in Glee club with you. Plus she went to Santana’s to work on some things. The thing is, her parents aren’t here this week. On some business trip. I’ve forgotten my key back at their home and I don’t want to wait outside in the cold. So I’m waiting here until I get a call from Brittany so I can start walking back.”

“Well I live pretty close to Brittany. You can walk back with me, and then get back to Brittany’s whenever she let’s you know. It’d be a great way to make up for my embarrassing situation earlier.” I smile.  Rory gives me a smile back, then replies, “That’d be grand. Thanks.” I stand up and then offer him my hand. “Let’s get moving then.” He passes, and stands up himself, then nods as we begin to walk out the door.