GLEE

Hold on to Sixteen

Today started out as any normal day, well...as normal as it could be. Rachel and I had a fight. Yes, we actually had a pretty bad fight, and I was in no mood to make up with her. She has to apologize to me if she wants to fix things. Why did we fight? I'll tell you. She told me that I don't have enough talent to pull off a whole solo song for competitions. I mean, for God sakes, she's my bestfriend. I already know I'll never be as good as her, but she doesn't need to rub it in my face. So yeah, I'm mad at her, and I took a strike at her by quitting the New Directions and joining the Troubletones.

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I was at the restaurant after school, serving (more like socializing) with Kurt and Blaine. We may be divided by houses -- more like clubs -- but we're still friends. 

"Okay fellas, I got one spicy thai tuna wrap for Blaine, and a gluten-free veggie pita for Kurt because...I know you're a wild one." I said as I set down their plates.

"That was blatant sarcasm wasn't it?" Kurt asked.

"You've known me for three years. Figure it out." I replied, leaning against the table.

"Thanks Reese." Blaine said.

"So tell me, how far has New Directions gone down the toilet?" I asked them.

"Well, let me put it this way: Rachel and I might as well get used to a life of barista work and summer stock. There's no way we're getting into NYADA now. If we don't win at Sectionals, I pretty much have nothing to live for." Kurt replied.

"Hey, don't knock my current profession." I told him.

"He didn't mean it Reese, he's just kind of frustrated. But he's right. New Directions is a mess, and we're gonna lose guys. And I can't do a thing about it. Everytime I open my mouth, Finn gives me these looks like: what does he think he's doing?" Blaine said.

"I get it, you know we've been butting head for the past thirteen years. Hudson is smart...kind of...he's just stubborn. And he's usually not used to someone else putting in their opinion on something as serious as a show choir competition." I told him.

"Yeah but you two are over it now. It's almost as if he's threatened by me though. I mean come on, I know what I'm doing." he said.

"We know Blaine, just give Finn some time." Kurt said. I nodded then looked up, only to find trouble coming our way.

"Ba ba da da da, da da." I sang. The boys looked at me like I spoke in another language.

"What?"

"Hey guys." Sebastian came up to us with that same stupid smile on his face. 

"Ba ba da da da, da da!" I sang it again and pointed at him. The boys sighed in realisation, then Kurt rollde his eyes. He was just as unhappy to see this Lurch as I was.

"It's so crazy. I'm sitting over checking out this guy, and all the sudden I'm like: wait a second, I know that hair." he pulled up a chair and sat down right next to Blaine. "What's up buddy? Haven't seen you online." these two talk online? What like, Facebook?

"Hi Kurt." and he's very indescreet. See, it's people like him that make me hate life. "Could I get a cup of coffee, waitress?" he asked me.

"Call me waitress one more time. I dare you." I said.

"Reese, just go get the coffee pot, please?" Blaine asked. He was in no mood to start a fight.

"Fine." I always feel guilty when I leave these three alone.

"I have to say, I feel sorry for whoever she'll wind up with in the future."

"I heard that Hairgel!" I called back. Charlotte was wiping down the counter from a hot chocolate spill, courtesy of a six year old who was on a sugar-high.

"Hey, who was that at table seven?" she asked me.

"...Kurt and Blaine. You've met them like four times." I replied.

"No, not them. The cute one that showed up. The one who you rolled your eyes at." she said.

"Oh, I see. That's a tool." I said. Charlotte cocked her eyebrows at me.

"That's a tool?" she asked.

"Yes. That's what I just said." I replied.

"Huh, well he's a pretty good looking tool to me." she said.

"He's also gay. Off limits." I replied.

"That's a shame. He looks like he goes to a private school, he must be very sweet." she said. I laughed at her comment.

"Wow. Yeah-no. You'd lose that bet big time." I said.

"What? He looks like a nice boy." she said, obviously confused at why I was laughing.

"Have a conversation with him and you'll discover how 'nice' he actually is. I gotta wait tables." I grabbed the coffee pot and headed over to table seven, strangely enough finding Blaine had disappeared. I had just enough time to hear Kurt and Sebastian's conversation.

"...Blaine's too good for you, New Directions is a joke, and one of us has hard a-lot case of the gay face and it ain't me." Yeah, really don't like this guy. "Odds are by the end of the school year, I'll have Blaine, a Nationals trophy, and you'll have khakis, and a lima bean apron, and that gay face."

"You smell like Craig's List." really Kurt? That's your best come-back? I could've done better than that. That was Blaine's cue to come in.

"What are you guys talking about?" he asked them.

"Duh, the next time we're all going drinking together killer." Sebastian replied. Yeah, after that freak of nature that Kurt told me about? Those two aren't going drinking anytime soon. Obviously, Anderson can't hold his alcohol. "Well, I gotta go. But you take care of that Warbler Kurt." Sebastian said goodbye and headed out the door, leaving a five at the host's station. Nu uh, I wasn't done just yet. I put down the coffee pot and followed him out, stopping him in the parking lot.

"I'm onto you Hairgel." I said.

"Apparently, so is everybody else. Get in line." he replied.

"I'm going to say this to you only once: Back off! Blaine already has a boy whom he loves, and he doesn't need you coming in and screwing that all up. So, let these words pass through your clogged up head of hair." I told him.

"Alright, I got some words for you too Lavek: you need to mind your own damn business, because that seems to be how you always get in trouble." he said.

"I care about my friends, so you know what? Yeah I'm a meddler, I get involved when someone I love is being threatened by a suit-wearing, hair-clogged, ill-brained idiot like yourself. Kay? Get with the program, you're gonna lose this battle." I said.

"Just wait Reese, because when I want something, I get it. And I could easily get you suspended or even expelled from McKinely. What's New Directions without one of their most fantastic singers?" he asked. He has no idea what's going on.

"You gotta mind your own damn business. Don't go poking around about my school or my glee club. When New Directions go through to Regionals, they will kick your ass." I replied.

"They? Don't you mean 'We'?" he asked. Dammit.

"They, we, he, them, who cares? The point is, you're going to leave Blaine alone, or you're going to have to deal with me." I said.

"And as terrifying as that sounds, you don't scare me. All you are is a knuckle-scrubbing waitress who has pointless dreams that will never come true." he said.

"You wanna look me in the eye and say that? Because it'll end with you going home with a black eye and a broken jaw." I replied.

"Really? Go ahead, give me your best shot. Right there." he pointed to his chin. I didn't do anything. "I knew it. You're all talk and no punch. Shame, for a minute I actually thought you would take a hit at me. Oh, here." he reached into his pocket and pulled out a dollar bill. "For your crappy service at your crappy family restaurant." then he handed it to me and walked away. He left me standing in the parking lot.

Of course you realise, this means war.