Protective

Chapter 15

Isabella's POV

I was sitting outside Principal Figgins office, waiting for Santana to get out. I hear the door open and someone talking as I get up "I'm a mischievous bitch, but I can't for the life of me figure out what the hell this is about" she turns to Finn. He shrugs "Well, I want Sectionals to be a fair fight. And that can't happen without you on the Trouble Tones." Santana shakes her head "Well, actually, it would only be a fair fight with me off the team." He nods "And I also kind of feel bad for you. Look, I know we've been at each other a lot over these past couple of years, but the truth is I think you're awesome. And when you hide who you are, I feel like you hide part of that awesomeness with it. And that's why you act out because you hurt inside every day." He looks at me as I smile at him "That's sweet but if you think that, in exchange for keeping me from getting suspended, I'm gonna come-" Finn interrupts her "back to the Glee Club? Exactly. You and all the Trouble Tones. I have an idea for a lesson but it won't work out if you and Isabella aren't there." I look at him confused. "Did Ms. Corcoran and Mr. Shue already agree to this?" She asks "Look, it's up to you. Either both of you can come back to the choir room and embrace your awesome or take a two-week vacation and enjoy your seat in the audience for sectionals" we look at each other and sigh as we walk down the hall.

"Can someone tell us what's going on, please?" Mercedes pleads. Finn turns around looking at me and Santana who are seated with Britt in between us holding our hands. "This week, the Trouble Tones and New Directions will both be singing music created - by ladies and for ladies" we scoff "oh, hell no" we say in unison. "Next week, all of us will be going to Sectionals, and one of us is probably gonna win. But, Santana, Isabella, we're worried about you." I shake my head as Santana says "worry about yourself, fetus face" I look down "Glee's about learning how to accept yourself for who you are, no matter what other people think. And that's what this music is all about." I look up at him "so, wait, we don't even get a say in this?" Santana nods "not cool" she continues. "Everybody in this room knows about you and Brittany. And Isabella, everyone knows about you. And we don't judge you for it. We celebrate it because it's who you are. Look, I know not everybody outside of this room is as accepting and cool, but we're doing this assignment this week so that you guys know in this rotten, stinking mean world that you at least have a group of people who will support your choice to be whoever you want to be. That's it. That's what we're doing here. Blaine? Kurt?" He gestures to them as they walk up to the front of the room. 

"Santana, Isabella, Kurt and I have a song we like to sing to each other in the car. And we want to sing that for you right now." I sigh as I listen to my sister, "While there's nothing I'd love more than having two Pretty Ponies serenade me, I think we'd get further staging a "gel-ervention" for Blaine than singing lady music." Kurt steps forward and looks at both of us "I know it's hard. It was hard for me, too. But you can get through this. If you could just stop being so defensive" I shake my head "it's kinda hard, you know? Especially when you haven't even excepted yourself fully yet" I sniff wiping my eyes as Tina and Mike come to sit beside me and Brittany tightens her hold on my hand. "Kurt, Blaine, why don't you kick us off with what you got?" They smile and start singing.

I stare at my sister through out the whole thing and as they finish they look at us "Thank you, guys. Thank you, Finn, especially. You know, with all the horrible crap I've been through in my life now I get to add that." She claps sarcastically. I sigh and stand up "alright, I know part of this lesson is for me. Now, you guys were wondering why I stopped writing, why I was acting the way I was, it was because I've been trying to figure myself out and I was sad" I wipe my eyes as I start crying again and shrug "I wasn't ready, I don't think I would've been ready a month from now, either of us" I say, now talking to my sister "but, life sucks" I shrug "it does, it sucks. And we're being forced to deal with it. And it's messed up, I know it is. But at least if I have to go through it with someone, it's you." I pause, looking at her as I start to cry again "When we were little, whenever one of us was upset, we always used to sing to the other to try and make them happy or to just get our point across and I started writing again after all this happened, with you on my mind. So," I nod to Brad for him to start playing piano "this is for you"