Glease

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So, here's what you missed on Unrequited...
Finn is co-directing the school musical and now he's also taking over the glee club for Mr. Schue while he's in Washington. Ryder and Marley both got the leads in the musical and the reader made a promise to Finn to be in it and join glee. The reader also might've felt a little spark when she met Ryder, but she's too into Marley to notice, which might be a good thing because Ryder also seems like he's into Marley. Basically, everyone is into Marley it seems. Also, Finn found out that the reader's brother hit her and he promised not to say anything as long as it doesn't happen again. And that's what you missed on Unrequited!

Preparing for the musical has been challenging. I've never had to learn so many different dances at once. All that on top of helping Tina do costumes? I'd say I'm slightly stressed but that might be an understatement. I've also started helping Finn out at the tire shop as a way to keep busy and avoid my brother. I don't blame him for what happened, but it's gonna take a while to get back to him being my best friend again.

Finn understands though. And he hasn't said anything to anyone like he promised. He's teaching me a lot about changing tires and fixing cars. Some of which I already knew from my dad teaching my brother and I about it. Most of it was for my brother though. So I didn't learn everything important. But, Finn is really cool and patient about teaching me all these things. Not a lot of teenage girls know how to fully restore cars and stuff.

Rehearsals are over for the day, so Marley and I stay behind to do a song. We decided to switch it up today by doing an upbeat song where I play the drums instead of piano. At the end of the song, Marley looks at me incredulously. "Your drum skills are amazing!! How many instruments can you play??"

I laugh and look down at the sticks in my hands. "Well," I say slowly as I count in my head, "four. If my math is correct." Her eyebrows shoot up and her mouth falls open. I stand up from the drums and walk backstage to get a drink of water. "What?" I ask as I unscrew the cap of my bottle.

"Four instruments?! That's crazy," she says in awe. I swallow a gulp of water as she continues to lament about my musical skills. "So you learned the piano from your brother, and obviously you play the drums. Who'd you learn that from?"

"Finn."

"Right!" She points at me excitedly. "So what are the other two?" She puts her hand on her chin as she thinks. "Can't be dancing, that's not an instrument." She smirks at me teasingly and I chuckle. "I give up!" She throws her hands in the air dramatically.

I set my water bottle down and walk over to her. Grabbing her hands and pulling her back out to the stage. I take her hand and place it on my shoulder, holding the other one gently in mine before placing the other one on her waist. "What are we doing?" She giggles at me.

"You are learning all my secrets," I tell her conspiratorially, "but, only while we dance." Her smile grows wider as she nods and relaxes into my grasp. I pull her closer a tiny bit, though our bodies still don't touch. I begin to lead her in a slow dance as we dance around the stage.

She shifts her hand on my shoulder and chuckles. "So, now that we're dancing," she begins as I let go of her waist and spin her outward. I pull her back and she spins into my arms facing away from me. "What are the other secrets?" She asks breathlessly.

"One of the other instruments is," I whisper with my lips close to her ear. I quickly spin her back around to face me as we return to the first position we were in. I look into her beautiful eyes as she waits patiently. Smiling softly, I confess, "The ukulele. That one I taught myself because a guitar was too big for me to hold at the age of 9."

A wide grin breaks out on her face as she responds. "Awww. I can just imagine 9 year old you trying to heave around a guitar to learn." She begins giggling, and it causes me to laugh as well. "And the fourth?" She asks after taking a breath.

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