Amelia Mae

Chapter Thirteen: Home Part One

A/N: I do not own anything besides Amelia and any other original character which includes her parents, aunt and uncle. 

Monday, I was called into Coach Sylvester's office, when I got there, Kurt and Mercedes were there as well. We sat down in the Cheerio folding chairs in front of her desk. "Ladies, what we have here is a grade-A dilemma. Mercedes, your vocal cords have had more fantastic runs than a Kenyan track team but that look will simply not do. At first I thought it was a s subtle homage to yours truly, but now I fear it's some sort of ironic comment," Sue stated. "Ms. Sylvester, I'm just not comfortable in those Cheerios skirts. They don't fit me right," Mercedes told her. "Mercedes, you should feel embarrassed about your body," Kurt told her. "Embarrassed? No, no. I'm worried about showing too much skin and starting a sex riot," Both her and Kurt had started laughing at her comment. "How do you two not have a show on Bravo? Here's the skinny. Splits magazine, after much campaigning by one Sue Sylvester has name me cheerleading coach of the last 2,000 years. In seven days a reporter Tracy Pendergrass will arrive on campus and my new star singer will have lost 10 pounds and be in a gender- appropriate cheerleading uniform or she is off the team," Sue told her. If this was about Mercedes weight, why was Kurt and I here then? "Ten pound? Are you serious?" Kurt asked her. "You could lose a few too, kiddo. You got hips like a pear," Sue said to him. "Amelia," She said turning her attention to me, "Yes Coach Sue," I answered. "You will also be showcased in this performance, your abilities as a cheerleader, gymnast and dancer are great contribution to this squad, so don't mess up," She told me.

I was shocked, I didn't think that I would be showcased in a routine, even some of the seniors have yet to be showcased from what I know. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have to put in a call to the Ohio secretary of state notifying them I will no longer be carrying photo I.D. You know why? People should know who I am," With that we were dismissed. I left to get to class, I handed my teacher my pass and took my seat. I didn't say anything to any of the other cheerios, I didn't want them to know just yet, Coach Sue will tell them. By lunch, every glee member was in the choir, we just went through song choices and possible leads.

When we met up at the end of the day, we did the same thing, I don't think Mr. Schue has an assignment for us this week. Glee club was close to ending for the day when Mr. Schue stood in the center of the room. "Um, all right, I have one final announcement before we all leave. We can't use the auditorium for the next week," He stated. "But that's garbage," "How are we supposed to practice for regionals without the auditorium?" "The Cheerios need it to practice in. There's nothing I can do." "I recommend a sit in," Rachel announced. "I recommend we torch the place," Puck stated. "No. Look, we've all faced adversity before and come out stronger on the other end. I'm gonna check out a few off-site locations for use just for the week. I'll promise I'll find us a new home." Mr. Schue stated. I watched as Jesse walked Rachel to her locker, then I headed to mine.

I had to grab a few things before Cheerios practice. When I got there Coach Sylvester was right behind me and as soon as I sat down to stretch she started talking. We ran through the routine we were gonna use for Friday, and it went really well. When I got home, I changed quickly then head to my gymnastics practice, that practice was an hour and a half long.

When I got home, Aunt Vanessa already had dinner ready to go. We sat down and made small talk. After that I took a shower then did my homework.

~Next Morning (Tuesday)

The day seemed to go by so slowly, and eventually it was lunch time. I was standing in line next to Santana and Brittany. They were holding their Cheerios thermos in their Mercedes and Kurt approached us. "Hey guys, can I ask you something? How do you manage to stay so skinny?" Mercedes asked. "The Sue Sylvester Master Cleanse, made of water, maple syrup for glucose lemon for acid cayenne pepper to irritate the bowels, and a dash of ipecac, a vomiting agent," Santana explains. "Sometimes I add a teaspoon of sand," Brittany stated. "That can't be healthy," Mercedes added. "Who cares? You can either feel terrible and look great or get kicked off the team when that reporter gets here," Santana told her. With that Santana and Brittany walked away. "Cedes, don't make that drink, I don't. I stay in shape because of dance and gymnastics, just find something that you like to do that involves exercise," I told her.

By the end of the day, we met in the choir room, and Mr. Schue started talking. "A roller rink?" Tina questioned. "Weren't those outlawed in like 1981 for being totally lame?" Santana said sassily. "Come one guys. Where's your sense of adventure? The space is great ad April is giving it to us to practice in for free," He explained. "Mr. Schue? If I may? The New Directions is clearly a club with a dearth of direction. Rachel and Jesse refuse to accept that all of us would rather die before we allow them to become the next Beyonce and Jay-Z and Finn's mother's romance with my father is sending him into a wholly unnecessary tailspin of despair. What we all need now is to explore the idea of a sense of place and how if we that place within we will get that happy ending. Brad, B-Flat," Kurt said. He started, I had no idea what this song was. "Rae, what song is this?" I asked her. "A House Is Not A Home by Dionne Warwick," She answered. Leave it to Rachel to know almost every song that has ever existed.

After that Mr. Schue gave everybody who drive the address of roller rink so that they could drive everyone who couldn't drive there. We didn't go there today, but we would tomorrow. Jesse dropped Rachel off at her house after Glee, I went to Cheerios practice, then I had dance practice after Cheerios practice.

One of my friends from dance, he was also usually my duet partners, his family picked me up on dance days. His name was Jeff, he was tall and blonde, he went to private school, but he is really cool. Dance practice went by quicker that i thought it would. Uncle Daniel was waiting outside for me when it was done. We arrived home, ate dinner, then I took a shower. I was getting ready to do homework when Jesse and I were called downstairs.

"Something going on?" Jesse asked as he entered the living room. "Your parents have sent some money for you guys to decorate your rooms. That includes painting, new beds, new dressers, etc.," AUnt Vanessa stated. "Really?" I asked. Uncle Daniel nodded his head. After that we were told to go back upstairs. I quickly did my homework and starting looking at bedroom ideas for my room. Quickly I found the color I wanted to paint my room, then the rest just followed. I would tell Uncle Daniel and Aunt Vanessa about it tomorrow. 

A/N: Let me know what you think, what I can improve and don't forget to vote. Bai!