The Other Hummel

Call Me Lou

            Rubbing other people's sweat out of the floor wasn't the most pleasant activity Louisa knew. She wasn't entirely sure if Cassandra was allowed to have her doing this kind of activity as her punishment, but she wouldn't be the one to give the taste to the infamous Cassy July as to complain to the department chair.

In a way, Louisa liked the physical work as punishment because it was a way to avoid the much worse punishments her thoughts had in store for her. She wasn't angry about what she said to Cassandra; she was angry for having permitted herself to explode and being let in such a vulnerable position. Her secret had been less secure ever since.

She entirely trusted Kurt not to tell anybody about it; but there were other people getting dangerously close. She was glad Eleanor knew it and, knowing Eleanor's own secret, they were now supporting each other. Maggie, Finn and Brody were easily fooled by Louisa's always-on smile. But there was Blaine. He was hot on her trail and nothing whiling to let her go. Rachel and Cassandra would be thrilled to have this to use against Louisa; but not Blaine. Why did he insist so much on being nice to her and gaining her trust?

Her train of thoughts was interrupted by a group of Cassandra's worshippers coming into the room to stretch and rehearsal. The one who seemed to be the queen-bee looked at Louisa on her knees like she was some sort of dust-bin someone forgot to empty:

"Are you done here? We need the classroom and Cassandra said it would be okay..."

Louisa tried to hide her mockery in a smile:

"Pretty much done. You can use the room; I won't be on your way."

She started to collect the cleaning material to put it back in the locker and overheard the girls gossiping:

"So this is the dangerous Carmen Miranda we should all be afraid of?"

"Isn't she supposed to be Brazilian and, you know, hot?"

"What people see in her?"

"Perhaps she's missing her fruit basket and her flock of flying monkeys..."

They fell in a fit of laughter and Louisa just left the room slamming the door behind her to avoid making another scene.

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Blaine was peacefully sipping his coffee in one of NYADA's corridors. Then, all of a sudden, a pearly-white blur passed him by and entered in one of the rehearsal auditoriums. That skin color left no doubts that it was one of the Hummels, but the flow of straight brown hair behind it made him sure it was Louisa.

Blaine followed her in the auditorium and closed the door behind him. She was absorbed in her activity of pacing around training high notes on the stage. He walked slowly towards her and only hesitantly called her name when he was midway. She turned to him in rage:

"What? What do you want now?"

Blaine's patience had limits and he strongly threw his bag at a chair and ran the stairs to the stage:

"ENOUGH! Enough now; we need to talk! If not for me, for Kurt's sake at least."

She rolled her eyes:

"It's for Kurt's sake that I am polite and friendly to you. But we don't need to be pals."

"What's your problem with me anyway?"