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Tulips Bloom to See Your Beauty, Boo

Summary:
It's been years since Renesmee Cullen, Jacob Black, Seth Clearwater, Chimalis Evenson, and their children were in Forks. They've moved around a lot ever since the Volturi incident. Now they're moving again. To Lima, Ohio. Nessie and Jacob's daughter Belle and her brother Billy go to McKinley High while Seth and Chi-chi's children, besides Joanni, go to Carmel High. Belle joins Glee, while Billy joins the football team. Seth and Chi-chi's daughter Joanni joins the Glee club also. All three imprint (Hint: Belle's imprint wears skinny jeans, Joanni's can't walk, and Billy's imprint is a black diva). The boys (and girl) they imprint on are all in Glee. Belle's imprint isn't even fully human! What happens when her life-long companion and Cullen-Black family matchmaker, Kara, turns out to be the ghost of her imprint's mother?


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1. I: Beat It!

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I: Beat It


POV: Kurt

After I cleaned off the cherry slushie stain, I strutted down the hall to my history class, expecting it to be a regular day.

Boy, was I off.

I went over to a light wooden desk in the back of the class and put down my brown bag carefully on the floor under the desk. The teacher was writing something on the white board. I felt like a wonderful thing was going to happen today. Maybe I'll be the first get the new Alexander McQueen sweater. No, it will be far better. Life changing.

At that moment, she came in the classroom, our eyes had met, and a warmth flooded through me, stronger than I ever imagined a warmth could be. But it wasn't a kindling.

It was a glowing.

Everything inside me came undone as I stared into those charming, enormous, jade green eyes of this mystifying new girl. All the lines that held me to my life were sliced apart in hasty cuts, like clipping the strings to a bunch of balloons. Everything that made me who I was-my love for my new mother, Carole, my love for my father, my devotion to Glee club, the love for my resent stepbrother, Finn, my home, my name, my self-disconnected from me that second, and a million steel cables all tied me to one thing, the very center of the universe. Gravity no longer tied me to the Earth. It was her.

The woman that was now my entire universe was much smaller than myself, and looked like a Native American goddess. She had lustrous, straight black hair that was worn in a ponytail down to her thighs with bangs that slid down, cloaking her left eye. She was wearing a charcoal velvet jacket and a frilly, white blouse that set a nice contrast in comparison to her tan skin tone with a black and grey pinstripe pencil skirt that revealed bony legs and pink, sparkly flats with translucent, black nylons. God, she was beautiful. And did I mention her eyes? Her giant eyes were two, gigantic, green jades that make my knees buckle and throb.

"Class, this is Belle Black. She moved here from the Quileute reservation La Push. Make her feel welcome everyone." the teacher introduced.

Belle. A dazzling name for a dazzling woman. I put our names together. Kurt and Belle. Belle and Kurt. It was love at first sight. For me, at least.

"Belle, you can sit in that empty seat next to Kurt."

Oh. My. God.

How can I concentrate on a single thing with a woman so elegantly lovely is sitting so close to me? I thought.

~

POV: Belle Black

My life completely changed in history class, when I saw the most beautiful man in the world, right in the back row. But he wasn't the husky handsome that I've seen in a million other guys my age. He was handsome more like a Disney prince. He had perfect, dark brown hair, tiny, blue-green eyes, porcelain face, rose-colored cheeks, and he was the perfect height for me. He's 5'10, and I'm 5'8. I would stand high and confident if I had the privilege to have him on my arm. I had to sit next to him for the entire history class, without being able to touch him. It was almost excruciating, in more ways than one.

First, I was part vampire. Second, his kind and mine are supposed to be enemies. And third, he was my imprint. Oh, snap!

Overtime, I found out his name was Kurt.

Kurt, Kurt, Kurt, Kurt, Kurt, Kurt, Kurt, Kurt, Kurt, I thought over and over again endearingly.

As I was walking in the hallway, I saw a woman with blonde hair cropped short, wearing a red track suit. She had to be a teacher. I walked over to her.

"Hi, I'm Belle, I'm new" I said to the teacher sweetly.

She glared at me. She examined every inch of my body, from head to toe. I hid my discomfort with my hundred-watt smile.

"I am...disgusted by you" she hissed, "You're as ugly as the day is long, and you better skedaddle, little missy, before I report you to the animal patrol"

As she walked away, I shrugged and walked in the opposite direction.

As I went to my locker to get my books and schedule, I saw something I have never seen in my entire life.

I saw an African American boy came up to that porcelain man I imprinted on, and splattered a grape slushie into his face. I was so mad, you would think that smoke would come out my ears at any second. I stomped over to the scene.

"Hey! What the heck is your problem?!?!" I yelled at the boy, shoving him hard against the lockers.

"Giving Girly Dude here a daily dose of fear! That's what Karofsky used to do before he got expelled for-"

"Doing the same thing?" I interrupted, "Now leave poor Kurt alone!"

"Or what?"

"Or I will have to fight you!"

The man laughed a boisterous laugh that made me cringe. Well, after all, I was a little small for my age, courtesy of my mother, and no matter how much I ate, I never seemed to gain much weight. But what I told next was the a sort of half-truth.

"I am a black belt in jujitsu, karate and kung fu, so I can snap your arms like twigs. Now, beat it!"

I put on my portable radio, and did the one thing I could respond to when I was little;

"They told him don't you ever come around here

Don't wanna see your face, you better disappear

The fire's in their eyes and their words are really clear

So beat it, just beat it

You better run, you better do what you can

Don't wanna see no blood, don't be a macho man

You wanna be tough, better do what you can

So beat it, but you wanna be bad

Just beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it

No one wants to be defeated

Showin' how funky and strong is your fight

It doesn't matter who's wrong or right

Just beat it, beat it

Just beat it, beat it

Just beat it, beat it

Just beat it, beat it

They're out to get you, better leave while you can

Don't wanna be a boy, you wanna be a man

You wanna stay alive, better do what you can

So beat it, just beat it

You have to show them that you're really not scared

You're playin' with your life, this ain't no truth or dare

They'll kick you, then they beat you,

Then they'll tell you it's fair

So beat it, but you wanna be bad

Just beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it

No one wants to be defeated

Showin' how funky and strong is your fight

It doesn't matter who's wrong or right

Just beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it

No one wants to be defeated

Showin' how funky and strong is your fight

It doesn't matter who's wrong or right

Just beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it

No one wants to be defeated

Showin' how funky and strong is your fight

It doesn't matter who's wrong or right

Just beat it, beat it

Beat it, beat it, beat it

Beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it

No one wants to be defeated

Showin' how funky and strong is your fight

It doesn't matter who's wrong or who's right

Just beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it

No one wants to be defeated

Showin' right win' how funky and strong is your fight

It doesn't matter who's wrong or right

Just beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it

No one wants to be defeated

Showin' how funky and strong is your fight

It doesn't matter who's wrong or right

Just beat it, beat it

Beat it, beat it, beat it

Beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it

No one wants to be defeated

Showin' how funky and strong is your fight

It doesn't matter who's wrong or who's right

Just beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it

No one wants to be defeated

Showin' how funky and strong is your fight

It doesn't matter who's wrong or right

Just beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it

No one wants to be defeated

Showin' how funky and strong is your fight

It doesn't matter who's wrong or right

Just beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it

No one wants to be defeated

Just beat it, beat it

Beat it, beat it, beat it"

The boy ran away in fear. Most of the students who witnessed stared at me in loathing, but a handful of people wore idolizing expressions on their faces. But the look on my Kurt's face was of thankfulness, devotion, and warmth. It made my knees wobble. Everyone started leaving the hall, except a handful. A boy in a wheel chair who looked exactly Joanni's type was leading the group.

"We would like to ask you if-" the boy started.

"PLEASE AUDITION FOR GLEE CLUB!!!!" a African American girl yelled.

"Sure!" I responded.

I knew the perfect song.