𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙖𝙣𝙩 || s.evans

𝙜𝙧𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙙 𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙚𝙨𝙪𝙨

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WILLOW SAT IN HER MOMS CAR LISTENING TO HER RANT ON ABOUT HOW SHE'S OLD ENOUGH TO GET A RIDE TO SCHOOL OR TO GET ON THE BUS. She's been hearing it since she started high school.

"I can't keep driving you everywhere, Wil. You need to ask others or something." she said. Taking the coffee cup in her hand from the cup holder, she glanced to see an irritated look on her daughters face. "What was that?"

"What was what?" Willow asked innocently.

"That look.." her mom recalled.

Willow and her mother have always had a great relationship. Until seventh grade. Her once sweet innocent little girl changed over the course of a few weeks. They started to slowly drift apart.

Pulling up to where most parents drop off their kids, Willow started to get her things and unbuckle her seatbelt. "Remember, you have to feed King when you get home today.." her mom said watching her get out the car.

"Yep." Willow answered. She shut the door behind her irritated and quickly walked away.

Entering the school, she immediately felt arms link into hers. "How do you feel about a sleepover this weekend?" she heard Mercedes ask.

"I'm not really in the mood." she answered. She continued to look straight ahead as she felt another arm go into her other arm.

"Why not? You love hanging out with us." she heard Kurt say. "Right?"

They reached her locker making her drop their arms. "Of course i do. You two are my closest friends besides Mike and Tina." She took off her backpack and started to put in the combination for her locker. "It's just that my mom has been nagging me ever since i got in trouble last week and i had to stop babysitting. She's making me help at the hospital on the weekends now."

"Seriously?" Mercedes asked. Willow nodded and shut her locker. Slumping down on the floor she felt a sense of relief wash over her.

"I haven't had a break in almost two weeks, guys." she whined. Mercedes gave Kurt a look before he stepped back. Suddenly she felt Mercedes yank her off the floor. "What.."

"We have to go to the choir room. Come on." she demanded. Hearing her friend groan she patted her back before lightly pushing her in the right direction.

. . .

Once Mr. Schuester finished talking to everyone, Willow watched as Finn's hand went up. "Mr. Schue? I have something to say." He stood to his feet and started to walk to the front. "Something happened to me, and i can't really get into it, but it's shaken me to my core."

"Oh, my god, he's coming out." Puck gasped. He leaned next to Willows ear and whispered, "Your chance of getting with him is over now."

Her eyes fell to Puck unamused and back to Finn. "There is a man who's recently come into my life and.." he looked to Mr. Schuester for a second then to everyone else. "that man is Jesus Christ."

Mercedes and Quinn had faces of joy while others didn't. Willow sat in awe. "That's way worse." Puck said.

Ignoring Puck, Finn continued. "And i know there's others in here who dig him, too. And so i thought maybe this week, we could pay tribute to him in music." he offered. "You know, pay tribute to Jesus."

"I don't think that's appropriate in school Finn." Willow suggested.

"Yeah, if i wanted to sing about Jesus, I'd go to church. And the reason i don't go to church is because most churches don't think very much of gay people." Kurt informed. "Or women. Or science." he added.