Just another Audition. this is just another story i had in my head... sorry about the other stories they will be updated soon i promise :) to all those who have reviewed me thus far THANK YOU! Enjoy

I strutted into my third audition of the day with that air of Cheerio's confidence I used in everything I did, of course those years are gone but it helps. I brushed off the sharp New York cold as I made my way in the door. The receptionist showed me to a waiting room for those auditioning. It was some random off Broadway production of something and that's all I cared to know. She took my name and number and handed me a script. The people around looked down theirs nose's at me for a moment before looking back to their scripts. This was my life since my 'get out of Lima and become an esteemed lawyer' didn't work. Money was tight nowadays and I was always running from an audition to singing in anywhere that would have me to other auditions. I tried everything because I literally had nothing to lose, bar a crappy one bedroom apartment. I could dance because of Cheerio's and sing thanks to my time in McKinley Highs lame Glee club, I learned that I really had a voice and some rhythm. I still remember Mr Schuester's stupid grin that he would make after anyone sang. I flipped through the script and decided the play really wasn't for me, but there were dancing parts so I went up to the receptionist once more. She directed me down the hall and to the left. I entered the significantly smaller room and only one other dancer sat waiting. I took a seat in the front row of chairs leaving her in the third. I slouched comfortably and waited for my name to be called; my eyes drifted shut.

I awoke suddenly because I was being nudged in the side.

"Hi." Two blue eyes said to me.

"Ugh, what?" I said regaining consciousness.

"Hi." The now blonde girl repeated.

"Hello?"

"What's your name?" The probably overly friendly blonde enquired.

"Who are you?" I said sharper than I had intended to.

"Oh you're sad? I'm sorry." She frowned. "I'll leave you alone."

"You two... you're up." Called the receptionist as she threw her head around the door.

The blonde stood and skipped out the door, it was then I noticed that she had legs till Tuesday and a body to die for. I eyed the girl unashamedly but let's just say it was good that she couldn't see my face; I think my jaw landed somewhere on the ground at my feet. I've been open with myself since high school but of course I wasn't open with anyone else back then; I knew exactly who I was, but that didn't mean anyone else had to. I remember how that Kurt kid was treated; I wonder how he's doing these days. When I moved to New York I decided to try and 'come out' or whatever, but of course I didn't know anyone here so I haven't felt the need yet. I got up and followed 'Legs' out to the stage.

We walked up to the main stage and the director and choreographer stood waiting.

"Alright you stand there, and you there." We stood side by side on the stage as per the directions.

"Now follow my steps... and you turn on that stereo." He announced as he pointed to the blonde girl.

She made her way over to the machine and fiddled with the dialled. No music. She pushed a couple of the buttons and still no music. The choreographer tapped his foot impatiently and muttered under his breath. I made my way over to the confused girl; her face was the picture of a priceless little angel. I went to press the start button and my hand brushed over hers. As our skin met, mine went on fire. Fireworks danced under my flesh and a slight blush appeared on my cheeks. I looked to her and she simply wore a cute goofy grin. I pressed play and we walked back smiling to centre stage. The choreographer just threw his hands up and began to dance.

I followed as best I could and had almost all of the moves down. I looked over to the beauty beside me and she just had... it. That aura that makes you want watch her, that doesn't allow your eyes to leave her moving being. She flowed with the music even though she couldn't even turn it on, but when it was on it was as if something clicked within her. Shit, if this is a competition between us I'm fucked.

"That was good; I guess we'll call if we want you back." And with that the choreographer left the stage.

I walked down through the aisles to make my way out of the theatre. As I walked I heard footsteps quicken behind me, then a whisper reached my ear.

"Name's Brittany by the way." my heartbeat fastened even if that was all she said.

She skipped on past me and out the door, her blonde hair swaying as she went. She was amazing, and I fought the urge to run after her. I had work to go to in a coffee shop called 'No Rest for the Wicked.' I thought the name was pretty cool, sounded like a place made for one Sue Sylvester. With the thought of the women a shudder ran through me and I laughed at how she still affected me; two years being head Cheerio will do that to you.

I made my way to my car outside and unlocked it. I got in and rested my head on the steering wheel, I needed a breather. I also really needed a girlfriend; it had been so long since the olden days of Lima and being with every guy within a five mile radius. Since high school, boys or girls really weren't the priority and then it was the same in New York. College had taken over my life and not in the good way, the work was hard and the exams were impossible. I had to drop out and find something other than law, so I decided on singing and dancing, just like everyone else.

I drove to the coffee shop and set myself up. All I could think about was her... Brittany, nice name for a hot girl.

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