"The course of true love never did run smooth." ~ William Shakespeare
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Kailani Hummel, an innocent small-town genderfluid teenager, gets sucked into a world that seems like only they can navigate in an attempt to save everyone they love. Will Qu...
A/N: Wattpad gave me a heart attack for a whole hour...anyone else?
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"Kaipo!" Blaze called Kailani over as she bounded into the locker room with her pads on, instantly spotting the water boy sitting beside a tall black boy with pads and a 14 jersey, as they prepared for Coach Beiste's team meeting.
"Hey." Kailani lowered down on the bench and began pulling her messy waves into a bun on top of her head, sending a warm smile to the mystery boy and Blaze.
"Kailani, this is Ambrose Wills. He's a transfer from New York." Blaze introduced the boy, as Kailani finished her bun and held out her hand for him to shake, smiling when he accepted the gesture. "Ambrose, this is Kailani Hummel."
"Pleasure to meet you, Ambrose." Kailani greeted the boy with a kind smile, which he returned instantly as the brunette leaned back and chuckled. "I have to ask. Are you named after Phantom of the Opera or Sabrina The Teenage Witch? Because if you are either, I love your parents."
Ambrose chuckled, brushing a hand over his hair quickly and shrugging. "My name is a drunk tribute." He said, as Kailani narrowed her eyes playfully.
"Now I'm interested." She confessed. "Mind if I pry?"
"Sure. My...parents initials and then their best friend's nicknames sorta." Ambrose explained, shrugging. "I was told it was a drunk joke, but my Ma fell in love with it. That or I'd guess Sabrina The Teenage Witch."
"Awe, that's so cute." Kailani smiled, sharing an amused look with Blaze. "We have the most interesting first names in the locker room."
"You bet." Blaze snorted, smacking Kailani's shoulder pads with a smile towards their newest player.
"Alright. Listen up, ladies." Coach Beiste spoke up, looking around the locker room at her team as the group slowly finished their conversations and turned their attention to the woman. "Number one, I kicked a fire hydrant when I found out Ace of Cakes was canceled, hece the crutches." She motioned to her crutches and braced ankle. "Number two, the entire wrestling team has come down with a flesh eating staph infection. So, fellas, wash yourselves. That includes your bat caves and your bramble patches...My not so male anatomy members, wash it all!"
Kailani's eyes widened, exchanging a terrified look with Blaze and Ambrose beside her, before focusing back on their football coach.
"Number three, Tinsley, Puckermen, Wills, Azimio, show me your moves." Coach Bieste said, pointing to a few players and Ambrose.
"What moves?" Puck frowned, trying to act confused with his fake Finn Hudson face.
"Oh, don't play stupid. You're all dancing in West Side Story unless I specifically excuse you!" The football coach yelled, as Ambrose's eyes widened in excitement.
