Take Care of Yourself (A Rory Flanagan/Glee fan fiction)

One.

“Who’re you looking for?’ I flip my hair out of my face and look back at Kurt “No one. I’m just…um…kind of spacing out a little, y’know?” He looks at me in disbelief and rolls his eyes, along with an exaggerated sigh. “Look, I of all people would be able to tell if you were hopelessly waiting for someone or something, or if you were just ‘spacing out’. Trust me, I have amazing senses. And you also have that longing look in your eyes. Kind of obvi, just saying.” I glared at him playfully. I didn’t fully mean it, though. I knew he was right. He knew that I knew he was right. But I tried to play it off casually. “I’m just a little distracted, okay?” Kurt gives a small laugh. He knew I was lying, but he just accepted it for the moment. “Okay, okay. Well, I’m going to my locker. I can’t be late for Glee club again. You shouldn’t either. Better get going.” I looked back at him and nodded.

I stood up off the hallway floor and brushed off my jeans. I took one more look down the hallway, and nothing. I finally gave up and headed around to corner to my locker. After getting all of my books and sheet music, I glanced down the hall once more. Still nothing. I let out a small sigh and started to walk to the choir room. Until I heard something. No, not just the bell and kids rushing to get out of the school. Something faint. And smooth. Beautiful. I was going to be late for Glee club, but Mr. Schuester knew I had a record of not being punctual.

I started speed walking to where the sound was coming from. Kids bumped into me, and shoved me around, anxious to leave, but I pushed just as much as they did, as I as also anxious. To know whose voice I was hearing.  As I got closer to the mysterious voice, I realised I was also getting very close to the boy’s locker room. This became awkward. 

I jumped at the sight of Sam. “Whoa, what are you doing here, Cassidy? Shouldn’t you be in the choir room?’ I hesitated for a minute, still listening to the faint voice from the locker room. “Hello?” I blinked back at him “Oh! Right…um. Yeah, soon.” Sam raised his eyebrow and continued to walk to the choir room. “Wait,” I spun around. He looked back at me. “can I ask a favour of you?” he looked at me, confused. “Um…depends. What do you need?” I looked down at my shoes for a moment.  “Um…this is sort of awkward. But, do you hear that voice? Coming from…in there?” I nod at the locker room and Sam looks at me and then looks at the locker room door. “Um...I guess. What about it?” I look curiously down the hall again. “I have to know who it is. Find out for me?” Sam smiled. “What’s in it for me?” I nudged him on his shoulder. “Come on, you’re my friend. Please help me?” He smiled and patted my arm. “Alright. Come on.” My eyes widened. “What do you mean come on?!” Sam laughed. “I’ll check if Beiste is there, if not, you go in.” My cheeks turned red. “But why me?” He continued to giggle as he softly pushed the door open slightly. “You’re the one who’s so interested. You want help or not?”

“Empty. Come on. Quickly, before she gets here.” I rushed into the locker room after Sam, keeping close behind him. We manoeuvre in between the lockers discreetly and end up around the showers. “There,” Sam points at a boy singing in the shower. “There’s our culprit. What now?” I laughed to myself. We’ve all seen this before. “What?” Sam asks, wanting to understand the cause of my laughter. “Isn’t this familiar? This is exactly how Mr. Schue found Finn. In the showers, singing his heart out.” Sam began to chuckle a bit too, and with the sound of our laughter, we hadn’t realised that there was no more sound of water or singing. We both looked at each other and knew what was going on.

We looked up. There he was. Rory Flanagan. The boy in my history class. The foreign exchange student that Brittany had been talking about for the past week. I hadn’t recognised him while he was singing, but now that he was in front of us, my cheeks turned as red as a tomato. He stared at the two of us with this look of embarrassment on his face, while he struggled to hold is towel up. “I-“ I opened my mouth but nothing came out. It was incredibly awkward. I looked at Sam, waiting for him to come up with an excuse on the spot. Nothing. He looked away from me and then up at Rory. He stood up slowly from his crouching position, and I followed his actions.