Chapter 2

I'm standing in front of my locker and exchange my book to my locker from my bag. Then I put a little chapstick on my lips and shut my locker. I shocked when I see Mike is standing next to my locker and grins at me.

"Are you still drunk?" I raise my eyebrows at him.

"How many times I have to tell you that I'm not drunk." Mike chuckles.

"I dont believe you. Everyone there was drunk even up until now. I mean, I saw they used sunglasses to hide their sloopy eyes." I said to him and shut my locker.

"And you're not drunk?" Mike asks me.

"No. I drank a half bottle of wine coolers. My dad is going to kill me if he know I got drunk." I chuckle.

"I told my mom I had flu and she made me traditional tea, and made me slept all day long." Mike chuckle as we both walk together in the hallways.

"My dad actually though the same because I woke up late." I chuckle.

"Paris, I actually have favor to ask you." Mike turn his face at me.

"What?" I raise my eyebrows.

"I need a dance partner and I guess you can be great." Mike says to me.

I shake my head and frown at him. "I cant dance, Mike. You asked the wrong person."

"You can. I've seen you." Mike holds my sleeves and make me stop my way.

"No, I cant do that." I shake my head. "I though you were really like me but I was wrong." I half-smiled at him and walk away.

"Paris, please!" Mike shouts.

I didnt turn around and keep walking in the hallways. I guess I'm so desperate in love. All my friends have boyfriend and I'm not. Even that night in Rachel's party was the first time for me to kiss a guy.

And I though Mike was really like me but I was wrong. He just want me to be his dance partner and I have no idea how come he can find out that I can dance. This is insane.

Mike's POV

"No, I cant do that." Paris shook her head. "I though you were really like me but I was wrong." She half-smiled at me and walk away.

"Paris, please!" I shout.

She didnt turn around and keep walking in the hallways. Why she doesnt wanna listen to me for once? I've seen her and she was really good and I wish she could be my dance partner or something more maybe.

I guess she hid it. I guess Mr. Schue didnt even know about this. And I guess I know the only one who can persuade her. The one and only her father, Mr. Schue. Yeah I will talk to Mr. Schue about this.

I hold my ransel and start walk in the hallways. I keep walking then turn my way and walk to Mr. Schue's office. I see him in his office so I decided to knock the door.

"Mr. Schue? Can I talk to you for second?" I knock his office door.

"Sure, Mike. Have a seat." Mr. Schue nodded and points to the seat in front of his desk.

I walk enter his office and sit down in front of him. I dont know how to start this but I have to tell this for his daughter future.

"What happened?" Mr. Schue asks me.

"It's-it's about Paris." I said to him.

"Paris, my daughter?" Mr. Schue frowns at me.

"I need a dance partner and I think that Paris could be the one." I said to Mr. Schue.

Mr. Schue chuckles and shakes his head. "I never see her dance like you and Brittany usually did."

"No, Mr. Schue, she is talented. I've seen her. I ever see her dance in McKinley dance studio and she was really great. Here, I even recorded that." I said to him and show him my phone.

Mr. Schue takes my phone and look at the video I showed him. "She never tell me that she loves to dance. Even at home, she never dance like this. I mean, this is really beautiful." Mr. Schue says to me and give me my phone back.

"See? She is great right? I want her to be my dance partner for regionals, maybe people already boring seeing me and Britt. But since there is no any other guy who can be dance lead, so I'm in and I want to be with her." I said to Mr. Schue.

"Mike, you can just ask her for that." Mr. Schue says to me.

"I did but she doesnt wanna listen to me. I hope you can convience her for this. She is like our big secret weapon to win regionals, Mr. Schue."

"Yeah. I will talk to her. But I dont wanna force her if she doesnt want to okay." Mr. Schue nodded.

"Thank you so much, Mr. Schue." I smile at him and stand up from my seat.

"You're welcome." Mr. Schue smiles back at me and nodded.

I walk out from Mr. Schue's office and walk in the hallways. I hope that Mr. Schue can convience Paris for this. She doesnt need to hide her talent like that.

"Where have you been?" Tina stops my way.

"Mr. Schue's office." I simply said.

"For what?" Tina raises her eyebrows. "You tell him that you got crush on her daughter?" Tina chuckles.

"Tina, not that." I shake my head.

"Mike, I know you. You've been strange since that party in Rachel's house. She is beautiful and smart and you did good. Get closer to her dad to get the daughter. Good luck with that." Tina smirks at me and walk away.

I roll my eyes and standing in the hallways. I was drunk that night. Even though I have to admit that I kinda like Paris since I saw her dancing in the dance studio but I guess she hates me now about what I just did.

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Paris's POV

Today is the school assembly and some of us are still drunk for example Rachel, Santana, Brittany and Quinn. Meanwhile the rest are not really sober but also not really drunk and I guess I'm the only one sober right now. I hope that our performance will be success.

"Quiet, please. Quiet, please, children. I would like to wish you and yours a healthy and happy Alcohol Awareness Week. Unfortunately, Kitty Dukakis could not be here because of disinterest.nBut Lima Police Chief Lawrence Krowley is here to show you a grisly slide show of auto accidents. Take it away, Chief." Principal Figgins says from the microphone.

"You guys, I'm really nervous. Ke$ha's been a cultural icon for weeks, and I really want to do her music justice." Brittany says to us.

"We haven't had enough rehearsal." Sam says to us.

"Or any at all." Mercedes added.

"And most of our assembly performances usually end in some kind of riot." Finn simply said.

"Never fear, teammates. It's a Broadway tradition for nervous performers to take a shot of whiskey before going on to calm their nerves and to mask the stench of bad dental hygiene. In that tradition, I have mixed us a playful showbiz cocktail of what was left in my dads' liquor cabinet. There's some brandy and vermouth and port wine and scotch in here. Also a little bit of Kool-Aid and some crumbled-up Oreos." Rachel says to them and give them drink one by one.

"Oh, my God. This tastes like cough syrup." Santana frowns.

"There's also cough syrup." Rachel nodded.

"Cheers. To Ke$ha." Brittany says as they drink that drink.

I just frown and walk to my standing place. That drink smells really makes me wanna vomit actually.

"Thank you, Chief. And now, performing the hit single "Tik" and also "Tok" by m rapper Ke-dollar-sign-ha the New Directions." Principal Figgins says as the curtain lift up and we are ready to sing.

Wake up in the morning, Feelin' like P. Diddy (Artie: Hey, what up, girl?)Grab my glasses, I'm out the door, I'm gonna hit this city (Artie: Let's go!)Before I leave, Brush my teeth with a bottle of Jack'Cause when I leave for the night, I ain't coming back

Brittany (with New Directions):I'm talking pedicure on our (toes, toes)Tryin' on all our (clothes, clothes)Boys blowing up our (phones, phones)Drop-topping, playing our favorite (CD's)Pulling up to the (parties)Trying to get a little bit tipsy

Brittany with New Directions:Don't stop, make it popDJ, blow my speakers upTonight, I'mma fight'Til we see the sunlightTik, tok, on the clockBut the party don't stop, no

Brittany (New Directions):Oh, woah, who, oh (Ooh!)Oh, woah, who, oh (Ooh!)

Brittany with New Directions:Don't stop, make it popDJ, blow my speakers upTonight, I'mma fight'Til we see the sunlightTik, tok, on the clockBut the party don't stop, no

Brittany (New Directions):Oh, woah, who, oh (Ooh!)Oh, woah, who, oh (Ooh!)

Brittany:Ain't got a care in world, But got plenty of beerAin't got no money in my pocket, But I'm already here!And now the dudes are lining up 'Cause they hear we got swaggerBut we kick 'em to the curb Unless they look like Mick Jagger

Brittany (with New Directions):I'm talking about everybody getting (crunk, crunk)Boys trying to touch my (junk, junk)Gonna smack him if he getting too (drunk, drunk)(Now, now) we goin' til they kick us (out, out)Or the police shut us (down, down)Police shut us (down, down) (Po-po shut us down...)

Brittany with New Directions:Don't stop, make it popDJ, blow my speakers upTonight, I'mma fight'Til we see the sunlightTik, tok, on the clockBut the party don't stop, no

Brittany (New Directions):Oh, woah, who, oh (Ooh!)Oh, woah, who, oh (Ooh!)

Brittany with New Directions:Don't stop, make it popDJ, blow my speakers upTonight, I'mma fight'Til we see the sunlightTik, tok, on the clockBut the party don't stop, no

Brittany (New Directions):Oh, woah, who, oh (Ooh!)Oh, woah, who, oh (Ooh!)

Brittany:You build me upYou break me downMy heart, it poundsYeah, you got me

Brittany with New Directions:With my hands upYou got me nowYou got that soundYeah, you got me (Mercedes: Oh, oh, ohh)

Brittany with New Directions (with Mercedes):You build me up(You break me down)My heart, it poundsYeah, you got me (Mercedes: Oh, oh, ohh)With my hands up(Put your hands up)(Put your hands up!) (New Directions:Nah, nah, nah)

Brittany:Now the party don't start 'til I walk in

Brittany with New Directions (with Mercedes):(Don't stop)Make it popDJ, blow my speakers upTonight, I'mma fightTil we see the sunlight(Tik, tok, on the clock) (Mercedes:Ohh)But the party don't stop, no

Brittany (New Directions):Oh, woah, who, oh (Ooh!)Oh, woah, who, oh (Ooh!)

We havent finish our performance but Brittany suddenly vomit and she vomitted on Rachel's face like literally, her face. Then Santana is the second one who vomitted on the stage. This is such an embarassing moment.

"Everybody, drink responsibly." Brittany says to the others.

Finn pulls the curtain and lift the curtain down. I dont know what going to say. Either Principal Figgins will storm out to us or to dad. Then dad will storm out to us because some of us are drunk in school.

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I'm just sitting down in the living room and reading a book. I dont have any guts to face my dad because I know he will storm out. Either about the school assembly or he found out that I went to a party where everyone is drunk.

"I have to grade some paper and I hope you dont mind if I sit here next to you." Dad smiles at me and sit down next to me and place the paper on the table in front of us.

"Dad?" I raise my eyebrows.

"Hmmm?"

"You didnt mad at me?"

"For what?" Dad frowns at me.

"Okay I told you the truth. That night, when Rachel held party everyone went drunk. And I drank, but it's even not a half bottle of wine cooler and I swear I didnt drunk. Please dont mad at me. Please. I know you already found out since how Brittany and Santana got drunk during school assembly so does the others. I know you wouldnt let me go there if I told you the truth. I'm sorry, dad." I half-smiled at him and let my head down.

"I knew that without you tell me. But thank you once again for being honest with me. That was actually my bad. How am I supposed to mad at you because you got drunk when I usually drink a beer in front of you and that night. That stupid night when I got home late with Shannon and got drunk." Dad frowns at me.

"Those beer are non alcohol beer, dad." I chuckle. "Oh come on, you are fourty and you're in legal way for everything and I'm not, okay. I cant even get a license to drive." I giggle.

"You will get one when you are senior. Just wait okay. I will buy you a car when you can get your license." Dad smiles at me.

"It's up to you." I smile back at him.

"And actually I have something to ask." Dad says to me.

"What is that?" I raise my eyebrows.

"Since when you love to dance? You never tell me that." Dad raises his eyebrows at me.

"Who told you about that? Is that Chang?" I frown.

"Honey, you were so great. And why you hid it from me? I mean, I feel like I didnt know you. I was surprised when Mike showed me how you dance. You didnt take any lesson, you do it yourself." Dad says to me.

"I was afraid. I though it will be embarassing. So I just dance in my room or in dance studio in McKinley when no one else's around. I actually wanted to tell you since I entered high school. But you took over glee club and you worked hard to hide 60$ from mom and you have more argue with her then those baby drama. So I kept it because I dont wanna make you upset. Then I tried to join the cheerios, but coach Sue rejected me when she found out my last name and called me 'Little Butt Chin' ever since. I'm sorry, dad." I half-smiled at him.

"Come here." Dad spread his arms. I hug him and lean my head on his chest as he is hugging me and rubbing my hair. "Dont ever hide anything from me okay. I feel like I didnt know you when you hide those thing from me. You wont make me upset, but you will make me proud of you. I will talk to principal Figgins that every kids has the same right to join the club they want even glee club or cheerios."

"Dont. I will feel like my teacher defending me all the time." I shake my head.

"No. I will come as your father. I will talk to principal Figgins about that and get your dream comes true. I'm so proud of you, sweet pea." Dad kisses my head and smiles at me.

"You are the best father in the world, dad." I smile back at him.

"I know that. It wrote in a letter with a tie gift you gave me for father's day. And I'm so lucky and grateful to have you in my life. When you were baby, I cant wait to see you grow up but now when you grow up, I want you back to be my baby girl." Dad chuckles.

"But dad, you cant ask principal Figgins to let me join the cheerios now." I said to him.

"Why?" Dad frowns.

"Because the cheerios is gone. You forgot that? You even the one who told me that coach Sue now become the coach for Aural Intensity." I grin at him.

"Oh yes. I forgot." Dad laughs. "Thank you for reminding me. I got a lot of things in my mind." Dad chuckles.

"That's old people's problem." I laugh.

"Like you never forget anything. Go to sleep now, you still have school tomorrow." Dad says to me.

"No, I want to stay here with you." I shake my head.

"Paris, it's already late. Come on." Dad frowns at me.

"Dad, I'm always wondering, why you gave me name Paris? Because you love France?" I raise my eyebrows.

"Paris is one of the most beautiful city in the world. It's warm, lovely, and friendly and I guess everyone in this world dreaming so they can get there. And I gave you name Paris because I want you to be a beautiful girl, warm, lovely, friendly, and everyone around you loves you. That's it." Dad says to me.

"Next time, I wanna request a name before I born." I chuckle.

"Haha go to sleep now, come on." Dad chuckles.

"Okay, good night, daddy cool."

"Good night, sweet pea." Dad smiles at me and kisses my forehead.

I close my book and stand up from my seat. If tomorrow Mercedes gonna ask me again, what is it Mr. Schuester like at home, I will be proudly say that he is the best father in the world. I'm so lucky to have him in my life.

But Mike really told my dad about that? I mean just because he wants me to be his dance partner so he is like someone who want to do everything to get me. I was so over confidence when I though he likes me but the fact he wasnt.

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"Heads up, McKinley. Coach Sylvester's gonna shout at ya." Becky says from the speaker.

I'm just sitting down in the homeroom as the teacher stop teaching and listen to the speaker. This is gonna be another shout in the morning I guess.

"Students, colleagues Indeed, all who understand the Queen's English. We all still quake in terror at what we witnessed yesterday at the assembly by a Glee Club spiraling out of control. My nose is still filled with the acrid stench of teen vomit. And there is simply but one person to blame the alcoholic teen-vomit fetishist Will Schuester the director of that club. Two days ago, I received a drunk-dial in the middle of the night - from a horny Will Schuester. Open your ears, McKinley High and behold the awful price of alcoholism." Coach Sue says from the speaker.

I raise my eyebrows and turn my face to the speaker. I got that two days ago dad was drunk. He went home with coach Beiste but he told me he was fine.

"Hey there, sexy lady. There's something I really, really want to say to you. I love how you eat your lunch with your little plastic gloves and they crinkle and make the cutest sound I've ever heard in my llfe. Why don't you pick up some wine coolers and come over here? And it'll be just one night of us just getting crazy. Let's just get crazy! Just get really crazy and roll around in the hay. I was just in some hay earlier tonight. Hey, and I rode a bull, and I was thinking of you."

I gasped while listening to record of my dad's drunk voice in the speaker. I cover my face with my hands because the teacher suddenly turns her face at me. God, how can dad do that?

"Will Schuester you've just been publicly humiliated. And on the road to recovery, it's the very first step." Coach Sue says from the speaker then turn off the speaker.

Everyone in the homeroom start talking each other. Oh God. This is not humiliated my dad but also me. Everyone in this school know who I'm. I'm Paris Schuester, a daughter of Will Schuester.

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I'm standing in front of my locker and put my book inside my locker. I shut my locker and turn around until Mike suddenly standing in front of me.

"I'm sorry about yesterday. I shouldnt force you like that. I'm really sorry." Mike half-smiled at me.

"No. Thank you for making me being honest with my dad." I said to him.

"So, do you want to be my dance partner?" Mike smiles at me.

"I'll think about that." I giggle.

"Guys, principal Figgins called us." Puck suddenly interupts us and walk away.

Mike and I just look at each other then shrug. I hold my ransel in my back and turn around. I guess that I'm gonna get suspended because of what happened during school assembly.

We both keep walking in the hallways then turn our way to Principal Figgins's office as the rest already there include my dad.

"We're probably gonna get suspended." Puck simply said.

"I think you'll definitely get suspended. You'll probably all get suspended." Dad says to them.

"Oh, you're one to talk. How about you crack a Four Loko, Count Boozy von Drunk-a-ton?" Santana glares at dad.

"William, Glee Club. I have one word for you." Principal Figgins suddenly walks in. "Congratulations. Those special effects at the assembly really paid off! I had no idea what brilliant musical-comedy performers you all have become. The kids at this school are scared straight. Today is the first day in a month without a single act of public drunkenness at McKinley High! And as a thank you here are coupons for half-off frozen yogurt. Yum." Principal Figgins grins at us and give us frozen yogurt coupon.

I chuckle and hold that frozen yogurt coupon. I though that principal Figgins gonna punish the rest of us but I was wrong.

"Achievement! Achievement!" Principal Figgins grins at us.

We just grin at him then walk out from Principal Figgins office then turn our way to thenchoir room. Well, I guess my dad will storm out.

"I'm torn. Part of me never wants to drink again because it made me so sick. But if it weren't for drinking, the assembly would have been a disaster." Brittany says to us.

"I, for one, am never drinking again.Being thrown up on- it just does something to a person." Rachel simply said.

"All right, guys. While I'm happy things worked out with the assembly I never want to see you guys pull anything like that again. Drinking while performing is unprofessional. Drinking while at school is just stupid and, most importantly any of you guys drinking at all is illegal." Dad says to us.

"There's a fair amount of the pot calling the kettle black right now." Quinn simply said.

"I couldn't agree more, which is why I'm gonna stop drinking. Not even a beer at the end of the night to take the edge off." Dad says to us.

"But if you don't drink, what will you have to live for?" Santana asks.

"I have plenty in my life without beer." Dad simply said.

"Like what exactly?" Mercedes asks.

"The point is I'm gonna stop. And I hope you guys do too." Dad simply said.

"Isn't that kind of unrealistic?" Tina frowns.

"Yeah. Honestly, I think it is. Which is why I'm only gonna ask you to do it until after nationals. Consider yourselves like prize fighters getting ready for a big heavyweight bout. Now, these are pledge forms, and I want you guys to sign them." Dad says and give us form.

"And what if we fall off the wagon again?" Puck asks us.

"Look in the top corner of your form. That's my cell phone number. Part of your pledge is that if you do slip up no matter where you are or what time of the night it is I want you to call me to drive you home. We got lucky this time that the only consequences of your drinking was some ill-timed vomiting. None of us wants to see any of you guys get hurt." Dad smiles at us.

"Cool beans, Mr. Schue. I'll sign this." Santana nodded.

"Me too. Alcohol has done nothing for my songwriting." Rachel nodded as agree.

"What about after we win nationals?" Finn asks.

"I'm buying the sparkling cider." Dad smiles at us.

We are cheering and smiling happily. Well I can use this frozen yogurt coupun to buy frozen yogurt after school and I'll never ever drink again or maybe for some reason like...

I turn my face and Mike smiles at me. I smile back at him shyly then turn my face to the form I hold. I got drunk and I guess I found a new love in my life.

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