𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐚 𝐥𝗼𝐩𝐞𝐳 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐬𝐮𝐬

warning : homophobic slur

"Mr. Shue?" Finn stood up. "I have something to say. Something happened to me, i can't really get into it but it's shaken me to my core."

"Oh. God. He's coming out." Puck said.

"Why, yes, there is a man that has come into my life and...that man is Jesus Christ."

"That's way worse." Puck said and i chuckled.

"And i know there's others in here who dig him, too. And so i thought, maybe this week, we could pay tribute to him, in music. Pay tribute to Jesus."

"Sorry, but, if i wanted to sing about Jesus, i'd go to church. And the reason i don't go to church is because most churches don't think very much of gay people. Or women. Or science." Kurt said.

"Yeah, and no offense Finn, but not everyone believes in the whole G-O-D." I laid back in my chair. 

"I don't see anything wrong with getting a little church up i here." Mercedes said. "I agree. I had a really hard year and i turned to God a lot for help. I, for one, wouldn't mind by saying thanks." Quinn added.

"Thanks for what? That it didn't come out a lizard baby?" Santana turned to Quinn.

"Whenever i pray, i fall asleep." Brittany said.

"Well, guys, maybe our song selections don't have to be about Jesus. We could do something about spirituality."

I looked over at Puck who rolled his eyes. "You got a problem with Jesus?" Finn asked.

"I got no problem with the guy. I'm a total Jew for Jesus. He's my number one Heb. What i don't like seeing is people using J-money to cramp everybody else's style, cause it seems to me that true spirituality or whatever you want to call it, is about enjoying the life that you've been given. I mean, i see God every time i make out with a new chick." Puck shrugged. I agreed with him, well, with the whole spirituality thing. I lost track a little while he was speaking.

"Okay, that doesn't make sense. In fact, it's stupid." Rachel said.

"Are you calling me Billy Joel stupid? I want to continue my streak of singing songs only sung by Jewish artists.

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time skip.

I was at French with Kurt. "Come on, this is easy." Kurt laughed.

"No it's not. I had to ask Brittany for help the other day. That's how desperate i wanted to get this thing turned in." I brushed my hands through my hair.

"Look, i'll help." He said and started speaking french.

I looked at him clueless. He sighed. "Isn't your last name French?"

"I don't know, i didn't give it to me."

"Kurt." We heard from Mr Shue. We turned around and him and Ms. Pillsbury were standing there. "Can we talk to you in hall."

that night.

I was in bed, and i got a text from Kurt.

Kurt: So...my dad had a heart attack.

Me: Omg...i'm so sorry, is he okay?

Kurt: He's at the hospital, talk to you at school?

Me: yeah, of course, Kurt. Night. Love you.

Kurt: Love you too.

the next morning:

i walked into the choir room and immediately gave Kurt a hug. He hugged back. "I'm sorry." I whispered and he nodded. "It's okay."

I sat down and Mr Shue came in. "Hey guys, Our thoughts are all with Kurt, and his father."

"Mr. Shue? Ive been struggling with what i want to say to Kurt all day. And i realize i don't want to say it, i want to sing it." Mercedes came down the steps and into the front of the class. "This ones about being in a really dark place and turning to god. It's a spiritual song, is that okay?"

"It's fine."

"Tina, Quinn, could you help me out please?"

Time skip.
3rd person.

Y/n walked down the hall and took a glimpse of Brittany as she bend down to drink water from the fountain. She continued walking but didn't notice Karofsky watching.

time skip.
y/n's pov.

I closed my locker and slushie hit my face. It was cold and some went down my clothes. I opened my eyes to see Dave Karofsky laughing. He had another one in his hand. "That ones for being a dyke, and this ones for-"

I took the other one from his hand and splashed it on him. "You like that? I don't think so." I said as he rubbed his eyes angrily.

"And by the way, under all of that cherry slushie, you smell terrible. So maybe between being a pathetic loser and a douchbag, you could fit putting deodorant on. Just a suggestion." I said as he groaned aggressively. When me and Santana were friends, she thought me how to deliver my words. The trick was not to stutter, and that's exactly what i did.

"You are so on my list, Monet!" He punched the lockers and i walked away to the bathroom, a little proud of myself for standing up.

time skip.

Finn finished singing a song about losing faith. I looked at him sadly, it looks like he's having a tough time. "Finn, i thought you felt another way?" Mr. Shue said.

"I used to think there was a God watching over us. Now, not so much." He said and the bell rung. As i stood up Santana walked by me. "Saw what you did with Karofsky, that was really cool of you." She walked away.

I smiled. "Thanks!" I yelled as she walked out the door.

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