fic: Empty As That Beating Drum

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 Summary: On February 12^th, at 12:16 PM, she reports Santana Lopez and Brittney S. Pierce to Principal Figgins for infringing on her religious beliefs and rights.

Set during Heart

Third in my The One in Pink series. Earlier parts can be found here and here (and sarahexplosion's amazing fic in about this character is here)

Title taken from Drumming Song by Florence + The Machine (go listen to all her stuff, she's fantastic)

Word Count: ~1,000

Author's Notes: Dedicated to the amazing penroseparticle, who is not only a gif god but also looked over this fic and talked to me about it. It's thanks to him that this ever left my hard drive. 

(and of course, an eternal shout out to sarahexplosions, without whom this world would never have been created <3)

Leviticus

20:13 If a man has sexual intercourse with a male as one has sexual intercourse with a woman, the two of them have committed an abomination. They must be put to death; their blood guilt is on themselves

18:22 You must not have sexual intercourse with a male as one has sexual intercourse with a woman; it is a detestable act.

 

I Corinthians

6:9 Do you not know that the unrighteous will not inherit the kingdom of God? Do not be deceived! The sexually immoral, idolaters, adulterers, passive homosexual partners, practicing homosexuals, nor thieves nor the greedy nor drunkards nor slanderers nor swindlers will inherit the kingdom of God

 

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On February 12^th, at 12:16 PM, she reports Santana Lopez and Brittney S. Pierce to Principal Figgins for infringing on her religious beliefs and rights.

 

He looks uncomfortable and twitchy the entire time, but then again he always looks like that.

 

“You need to make them stop.” It’s weird to hear her voice sound so strong, usually she just mutters and the only time she gets loud is when she laughs too loudly at a joke that’s so not funny it makes her want to cry.

 

“I understand that you may not feel comfortable Ms.-“

 

“Leviticus 20:13,” she interrupts, and imagines smelting her tongue into flaming steel like the sword the Angel Gabriel used to bar the sinners, the humans, from Heaven, “If a man has sexual intercourse with a male as one has sexual intercourse with a woman, the two of them have committed an abomination. They must be put to death; their blood guilt is on themselves.”

 

She repeats the words smoothly, remembering the way they always rang around the room when her father watched the news. She knows these words; they’re carved into her skin and branded into her brain. She can do this.

 

“First Corinthians, 6:9.” She takes a breath and looks past Figgins. She can see the sun slipping behind a cloud, and wonders if it’ll rain tonight. She loves the sound of rain hitting her windowpane.

 

“Do you not know that the unrighteous will not inherit the kingdom of God? Do not be deceived! The sexually immoral, idolaters, adulterers, passive homosexual partners, practicing homosexuals, nor thieves nor the greedy nor drunkards nor slanderers nor swindlers will inherit the kingdom of God.”

 

She finally looks at Figgins, who’s shifting uncomfortably in his chair and avoiding eye contact. Coward coward coward.

 

“It is an affront and an insult to me to have to see those kinds of things in my hallway. PDA simply has no place in the sacred halls of McKinley High.”

 

She remembers opening a broom closet and seeing some junior girl blowing Rick Stevenson. She’d told Hailey and Kayla because she was pretty sure that’s what girls did in situations like that. They’d just giggled and rolled their eyes and wondered in whispers about what it was like.

 

“This is supposed to be a place of learning, not a place for disgusting, sinful sexual conduct.”

 

She keeps her head high as she leaves the office, hands carefully folded in front of her. She wishes she had pockets to hide them in. This afternoon she’ll go shopping, and buy a few skirts with pockets. She’s pretty sure Hailey had said she was going shopping, before.

 

I saw them making out in the hallway Suzanne’s voice had been hushed when she said it, like she was telling them how someone had died.

 

They’d gasped, even though she knew that every single girl there had seen them kiss at least once before. She’d seen them peck hello that morning. It had made something hot twist in her belly, bile crawling up her throat. She didn’t understand why they would do that. Didn’t they realize where they were? She’d watched them flounce off, those stupid tiny skirts fluttering, and wondered what the hell they were doing.

 

Why the hell are they parading that around.

 

Kayla was looking at her and she realized she must have said that last part out loud. Her hands shook and she looked down at them, willing them to stop. All the other girls smiled at her a little sadly. She felt a bead of sweat roll down her neck and for one wild second was sure that the other girls could see it too.

 

Hailey reached over and touched her hand comfortingly. It’s okay. We have a plan to stop them.

 

Hailey had glanced around, before leaning in and whispering, voice high and tight with excitement. The Cheerios are going to drop Santana when she tries to get to the top of the pyramid.

 

She’d stared, uncomprehending, until Kayla had surreptitiously poked her in the ribs. They wouldn’t. CoachSylvester would kill them. It’d totally mess up their chances at Nationals.

 

Coach can’t kill all of them. Besides, Coach’ll be happy about it. Remember Fabray? Coach kicked her off because she knew the judges didn’t want to see some pregnant slut doing tricks. No judge wants to see some lesbo climbing on top of a bunch of girls.

 

Mackenzie had nodded so hard her braids look like electrocuted worms. And what about those poor girls on the Cheerios? They have to have a lez climbing on top of them all the time. You know she gets off on it.

 

The rest of the girls had nodded sadly, eyes pinched in sympathy for the girls.

 

She’d nodded too, whispering softly those girls don’t deserve that.

 

Kayla had squeezed her hand comfortingly, that’s why we have to help them. We’ll go watch practice and say it was Lopez’s fault that she fell.

 

Lopez Hailey had snorted, more like so lez.

 

She’d laughed so hard she had tears in her eyes, and squeezed Kayla’s hand in return. Definitely.

 

On February 12^th, at 12:16 PM, she reports Santana Lopez and Brittney S. Pierce to Principal Figgins for infringing on her religious beliefs and rights.

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