ETHEREAL - glee!

one.nineteen

i'm so so sorry for not updating and i know this is crap but it's kinda late and i'm trying. i hope you like it and i'm so so sorry for not updating i've just been so so busy. hope you like it :o)

Delilah and Brittany sat laughing in the back of the choir room, laughing over a joke Brittany told as santana came over, locking her hand with the younger blondes, brought out of their staring contest when Mr Schue starts to talk to the glee club.

"Okay, guys, listen up, this is Mr. Ryan,he's a member of the school board, and he would like to say a few words," Mr schue says," I just want you guys to listen critically and know that what he's saying is just one of many opinions," he stutters before the other man, Bryan Ryan,

"Take out a piece of paper, and on that paper, I want you to write down your biggest dream," he said and delilah thought for a second, peaking over to other peoples papers. she didn't have a dream, she didn't want to hope for anything. sure, she wanted santana for ever, and sure she wanted quinn and britt to still be her bestfriend, but her dream? she had no idea.

" A dream that means so much, you're afraid to admit it even to yourself," he said, and she thought to herself. She drew a scribble on the paper, so it looked like she wrote something, and snapped her attention over as Artie's paper was a crumpled up.

"you're dream is never going to happen, ninety one percent of you will spend your entire lives living in Allen County, Ohio," bryan said, as delilah looked at her paper. "So unless you wrote down that your dream was to "work for a mid-market health insurance provider" or "find an entry level job in an elderly care facility," you're going to be very disappointed," he finished.

exactly. hope and dream, all you get is dissapointed. "This is really depressing," mercedes said and delilah shared a look with quinn, mumbling a "hes not wrong" in the process.

"I'm going to guess that a lot of your dreams involve "showbiz." Well, let me tell you. Showbiz dreams are the most unrealistic of them all," he continued.

"but that's what I want to do with my life," tina said, as delilah thought. she was being realistic, she'd probably get an office job or something small that payed well. she'd never be famous, she couldn't speak infront of a class of twenty let alone twenty thousand in a concert.

"I'm not trying to hurt your feelings, I'm just trying to spare you disappointment," bryan said as delilah slightly smiled at the sudden hand contact she had made with santana, her heart beating slightly faster.

" i think we get your point," mr schue ushered him to finsih. "Schuester here's a prime example. He used to have that glimmer of hope in his eyes that I can see right now in all of yours. But he couldn't make it happen for himself, so he now has to try and convince you all that it will happen for you. Guess what? His dream didn't work out. And neither will yours," bryan said as tina started crying and delilah just looked at the brunette, locking her crystal blue ones with her pretty brown ones before breaking into a smile.

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santana and delilah sat on lilah's bed, an ignored movie playing in the background as santana played with delilah's hair, the blonde half asleep.

"what did you write on you're paper?" santana asked, softly, the blonde snapping her head up, hair falling around her face messily.

"nothing," she mumbled, a slight rasp in her voice from tiredness, "i'm not getting my hopes up," delilah said, before turning her focus back onto the movie.

"there must be something lilahs," santana said, as the blonde got out of her grip, shaking her head. "there's nothing san," she snapped, her usually cheery self anywhere but evident, before lying back in santana's arms, due to her 'grabby hands' pulling her back in.

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"britts, that doesn't even make any sense," delilah giggled, at another one of brittany's bad jokes, squeezing santana's hand that slightly bit tighter, as bryan started talking about the glee club.

"Guys, I've got good news. I siphoned off funds from the Cheerios and I took a little shopping spree through the Jazzhands catalogue!" he said, excitedly. "You know why? 'Cause the arts matter. And I got custom-made New Directions jean jackets and some rad tearaway dancewear," he continued.

"and every piece of sheet music from every Broadway show for the last 50 years. Everything a show choir needs to become champions," bryan beamed. talk about mood swings.

"Wow, that's just amazing. Let's all give a hand for Mr. Ryan," mr schue clapped.

santana poked delilah, before tickling her sides, "date night, you and me, you're there right?"