I was sitting with Blaine in class, his arms draped over me. It was more of a chilly day, so Blaine let me wear his black leather jacket because I forgot mine in my dorm. It smells just like him, and the leather is soft.
"Today Kurt, Cavanagh, Blaine, and I will sing solos today." Holland said, standing in front of the group. "And because I'm me, I'm going first."
Holland looked to the drummer, who started to play a good beat. The classing song started to play.
Holland
Jessie is a friend, yeah
I know he's been a good friend of mine
But lately something's changed that ain't hard to define
Jessie's got himself a man and I want to make him mine
Holland kept his eyes locked on Kurt, who was admiring his dance moves. Holland noticed, and walked up to Kurt, grabbing his hands, and pulling him up to sing.
Holland
And he's watching him with those eyes
And he's loving him with that body, I just know it
Yeah 'n' he's holding him in his arms late, late at night
You know
I wish that I had Jessie's boy
I wish that I had Jessie's boy
Where can I find a man like that
Holland and Kurt were dancing together. I looked at Blaine, who rolled his eyes at me.
"It's a match made!" I whispered to Blaine, making him laugh.
"I hate it when you're right." He said, whispering in my ear. His soft voice sent shivers down my spin. Stop it cavanagh!
Holland finished, causing us to clap loudly. Holland has an amazing voice. And he has amazing dance moves. He's very very talented, and very good at swooning Kurt.
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Blaine was up next, giving my shoulder a squeeze before he got up from his seat.
Blaine
Your lipstick stains
On the front lobe of my left side brains
I knew I wouldn't forget you
And so I let you go and blow my mind
Your sweet moonbeam
The smell of you in every single dream I dream
I knew when we collided
You're the one I have decided who's one of my kind
Blaine walked up to me, and danced around my chair, until he grabbed my arm, pulling me up and spinning me around the room.
Blaine
Hey, soul sister
Ain't that Mr. Mister on the radio, stereo
The way you move ain't fair, you know
Hey, soul sister
I don't want to miss a single thing you do
Tonight
The way you can cut a rug
Watching you's the only drug I need
So gangster, I'm so thug
You're the only one I'm dreaming of you see
I can be myself now finally
In fact there's nothing I can't be
I want the world to see you be with me
Hey, soul sister
Ain't that Mr. Mister on the radio, stereo
The way you move ain't fair, you know
Hey, soul sister
I don't want to miss a single thing you do tonight
Hey, soul sister
I don't want to miss a single thing you do
Tonight
Blaine picked me up bridal style, and placed me back in my chair: serenading me for the rest of the song. I smiled when he finished. He placed a kiss on my cheek, causing the room to go loud with cheers and applause.
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I stood up, knowing my song wasn't like the rest of them. My song was more of a classic in my opinion. It was one of the first songs I've ever sung in front of people.
Cavanagh
Don't tell me not to live
Just sit and putter
Life's candy and the sun's
A ball of butter
Don't bring around a cloud
To rain on my parade
Don't tell me not to fly
I've simply got to
If someone takes a spill
It's me and not you
Who told you you're allowed
To rain on my parade
I'll march my band out
I'll beat my drum
And if I'm fanned out
Your turn at bat, sir
At least I didn't fake it
Hat, sir, I guess I didn't make it
But whether I'm the rose
Of sheer perfection
Or freckle on the nose
Of life's complexion
The cinder or the shiny apple of its eye
I gotta fly once
I gotta try once
Only can die once, right, sir?
Ooh, life is juicy
Juicy, and you see
I gotta have my bite, sir
Get ready for me, love
'Cause I'm a commer
I simply gotta march
My heart's a drummer
Don't bring around a cloud
To rain on my parade
I'm gonna live and live now
Get what I want, I know how
One roll for the whole show bang
One throw, that bell will go clang
Eye on the target and wham
One shot, one gun shot, and bam
Hey, Mister Arnstein
Here I am
I'll march my band out
I will beat my drum
And if I'm fanned out
Your turn at bat, sir
At least I didn't fake it
Hat, sir, I guess I didn't make it
Get ready for me, love
'Cause I'm a commer
I simply gotta march
My heart's a drummer
Nobody, no, nobody
Is gonna rain on my parade
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Lady Warbler: The Second Chapter
Fanfic"Sometimes high school sweethearts just don't last." Cavanagh is over high school. Her senior year was filled with many things, like the love of her boyfriend Sebastian. But things are different now.... it's time to face reality, and figure...
