Michelle was on her way out of college for the day. She had an armful of books and she was trying to reach around for the other sleeve of her jacket as she walked. All of this, of course, made for a minor catastrophe and her books went falling to the floor.
"Oh, for fuck's sake, fucking-- fuck, I'm not the only person in the hallway."
I'm not really good with accents or foreign languages. When Mr. Schue talks to me in Spanish I can't understand a thing he says, and the only accent I've had to deal with is Principal Figgin's and I haven't had to talk to him very often.
Okay, so I understood what she said though the accent threw me off guard just a little. I really hope I'm not the only American here.
I handed the books over to her, smiling slightly. "No problem. Um, so what is this place? I mean, I know its a school, but...I was just at my school in Lima and this doesn't look anything like it."
"You're definitely not in your school. This is the village school. You're in the village. Sorry, you probably think I sound like a complete nutter, but."
"You know, like, mental?" She sighed. "I totally confused you. Sorry. Yeah, this is some kind of mental village you're in. It likes to fuck with people and pick them up from the middle of their life and dump them here. And you've got to stay until it decides to send you back."
At first I was still confused, but then I laughed, thinking she was just joking. "Right. Like The Wizard of Oz or something."
And then it hit me. This was probably where Sectionals was. "Mr. Schue must've drugged me and sent me here so that I could save the Glee kids. Where's the auditorium? If I get there in time, I can still stop them from ruining everything."
Even if they all lied to me, our school still deserved it, right?
"Right. Like Wizard of Oz. Except real, and you can't wish to go back home."
Michelle raised an eyebrow at him. "Drugged you? Nobody drugged you. I thought the same thing. Well, that I was high or something, but I wasn't. I don't know what a glee kid is, but they're not here."
So this school didn't have Glee? Well, that was going to be a problem. I was trying to figure out whether she was lying or not, which means I probably stared over at her for too long, but then I blinked and shook my head.
"Sorry...I'm, uh. My name's Finn. Finn Hudson." I held out my hand. How awkward.
"So, this school doesn't have a Glee Club? Does it at least have a Football Team?" I realized I sounded way too interested in dumb stuff like that when there was more to worry about being stuck here, but I was still a little shocked about the idea of being in some random village.
"Oh! Choir. Tony's in choir. Like, the city choir, or something."
She raised an eyebrow at him. "Actually, no. Those are two totally different sports. You can't use your hands in football football. That's why it's football."
"Oh, but you're talking about soccer!" I laughed. "Well, those are two different sports, but no one I know calls it football."
She probably thought I was major loser at this point. It's not my fault, really. No Americans call soccer football, unless they were Mexicans or something.
"Great, so there's a city choir? Awesome. So there is football?"
"Oh, for fuck's sake, fucking-- fuck, I'm not the only person in the hallway."
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Okay, so I understood what she said though the accent threw me off guard just a little. I really hope I'm not the only American here.
I handed the books over to her, smiling slightly. "No problem. Um, so what is this place? I mean, I know its a school, but...I was just at my school in Lima and this doesn't look anything like it."
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And then it hit me. This was probably where Sectionals was. "Mr. Schue must've drugged me and sent me here so that I could save the Glee kids. Where's the auditorium? If I get there in time, I can still stop them from ruining everything."
Even if they all lied to me, our school still deserved it, right?
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Michelle raised an eyebrow at him. "Drugged you? Nobody drugged you. I thought the same thing. Well, that I was high or something, but I wasn't. I don't know what a glee kid is, but they're not here."
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"Sorry...I'm, uh. My name's Finn. Finn Hudson." I held out my hand. How awkward.
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"I mean football football, which is American football."
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She raised an eyebrow at him. "Actually, no. Those are two totally different sports. You can't use your hands in football football. That's why it's football."
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She probably thought I was major loser at this point. It's not my fault, really. No Americans call soccer football, unless they were Mexicans or something.
"Great, so there's a city choir? Awesome. So there is football?"
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