Just A Small Town Girl...
To say my Spring Break wasn’t what I thought it would be is an understatement.
It was nice to see my dads and spend time with the Hudson-Hummels too. Both mine and Finn’s parents are really excited to become grandparents. My dads spent one day arguing over which one of them got to hold the official title of Grandpa (since apparently they both can’t hold that title). Carole has been so sweet to me. I know that Finn being gone is hurting her probably more than it’s hurting me. She lost her husband to the army and her son followed in his footsteps. I can only imagine what must be going on in her head right now.
I managed to swing by a New Directions rehearsal. As I mentioned in my previous break post, Brittany and I had been planning a Britney Spears duet to ‘Lucky’ that we performed for the rest of the club. I could tell that mr_warbler and blueman_sam were irked at the performance considering they also had practically attacked me the last time Finn and I had come to visit. The truth of the matter was, I needed a distraction from the pregnancy and Finn being gone and I knew that Brittany would be wonderful for that.
The performance was a smash, of course. After all, I was singing in it and it was Britney Spears.
Sitting in on the rehearsal was different for me. It was weird hearing all of these kids talk about the club and what they wanted to do in it the same way that myself and the other graduated members of New Directions did. It was extremely refreshing though to see that the group dynamic was still very much the atmosphere of a family: just like it should be. Blaine suggested the idea of doing Original Songs for Regionals. I offered my opinion, of course (as I always do when it comes to matters of Glee Club), and ended up getting to spend a fair chunk of the rest of my day with thereisnorose. She’s an extremely sweet girl and talented too (I would know because I am also very talented). I think with a little practice and a great support system, she could carry that team to another Nationals trophy in the future. After all, we do now have a tradition to uphold.
…I got to skype with sharkfinn. It was great…until it wasn’t. I ended up hanging up on him, leading to a fight. I really hate fighting with him. Even if he weren’t thousands of miles away, I’d still hate it. We’re both such incredibly stubborn people with ideas of how all of this should go and it just…it sucks sometimes, you know? Anyways, we…managed to hash a lot of it out over LJ through a few…hurtful posts to one another, but I…I think we’re okay now. I don’t know that for a fact, since we haven’t actually spoken face to face since then, but…my gut tells me that we’re in a better place. At least a place that allows for a bit more understanding of how the other is feeling.
We probably won’t get to talk again for a month, but…if he reads this, I hope he knows I love him and pray that he continues to be safe.
strike_a_pose19 picked me up from the train station on Monday afternoon and I was absolutely thrilled to see him. It was hard fighting with my husband and not having my best friend to talk to. Sounds like he and Adam had a great week together though. I’m happy he’s found someone who makes him happy. I wasn’t sure he ever would after what Blaine had done, but…he did. I’m beyond proud of him.
It’s really nice to be back in New York at the loft. At least here I’m not completely surrounded by old memories of Finn and I. He was only ever at the loft twice. Our space has taken on a bit of a change though. I came back with a crib for my room, courtesy of my dads. We also now have dog stuff all over the place with Chase now becoming a permanent resident of our space. I was really glad to see him when I got home.
Finn will be so surprised when he comes home and sees his dog. He’s gotten so much darker, though I think that’s the border collie in him finally starting to show. If I hadn’t have known he was a mixed breed, I would have thought he was simply a German shepherd. Not only has he gotten darker, but he’s gotten a lot bigger too. I certainly hope living in the loft with Kurt and I (and eventually Aria) won’t completely ruin him. After all, it’s not like Carole, Burt, or my dads wanted to look after mine and Finn’s dog while he was gone and I was at school.
Classes start again tomorrow. I will once again reiterate my joy at not being in any of Miss July’s courses. Next semester though? Now that’s a different story.
xoxo,
R.