Unlikely Star

Frenemies

The end of the year was approaching faster than I would've liked it to. It seemed like all of the seniors were already making their decisions for college, juniors were preparing for their final grades, and sophomores and freshmen were just chilling. Final decision day for many of the colleges that I got accepted to were coming up, and I still had no idea where I wanted to go. I was still debating between Michigan, a few schools in Ohio, and one school in New York. I'm not entirely sure why I even applied there. When I showed Sam my list of schools, he asked if I had any New York schools since that's where he was heading.

I had pretty much ruled that school out when they didn't even have a proper education program, but I still hadn't worked up the courage to tell Sam. I knew it would devastate him considering how much he's been talking to me about our life there. But I had to do it soon because I didn't want to miss my final cut off date, and end up in New York accidentally.

Walking down the hallway, I felt someone come up from behind me and wrap their hand around mine. "Hey babe," Sam said, while kissing my temple. "Guess what? I spent all of last period doing research about available apartments in New York, and I've found a great, few options. All of them are pretty close to your school, and a few of them have a subway station nearby that'll take me straight to my modeling headquarters."

"You seriously spent all your time in class doing that? I thought you said you were barely passing that class?"

"Well yeah, but most of the modeling agencies in New York don't require a high school transcript. Most of them don't even need a high school diploma."

"Well..." I was trying to think of any excuse that could keep him at bay for a little bit. "If I were to go to school in New York, then wouldn't I probably live on campus, in the dorms?"

"I guess. But this could be for after school. You know, when we settle down, and you get a full-time gig at a nearby school, and when we look outside, I'll be sprawled out on the side of a building..."

"Oh yeah, sounds great..." I could hear my voice begin to rise. I didn't want to tell him flatly, "No", but I had to soon or he could continue creating this new fantasy in his head.

It seems like almost everyone was already there when the two of us walked in. We managed to get to our seats before Mr. Schue walked in, clapping his hands to grab our attention. "Okay guys, it's coming down to the wire. We have a very important decision to make."

"Yes, if my wig is either going to be Anna Wintour chic or Pam Grier fabulousness. I'm not ready to make that decision."

"Okay, so we have two solos for Nationals. And since Blaine was voted the New Rachel, obviously he's got one..." Um, when was that decided? Because I do not remember voting for that. "So... who is going to step up and take center stage?"

Tina was the first to speak up. "I'd like to nominate myself."

"Shocker."

"And you think you're going to carry us to victory?"

"Actually Mr. Schue, I think I'd like to compete with Tina for that second spot." Uh-oh. This was not going to end well.

"Well, I think we should have a sing-off, right here, right now. A little help guys?"

~My Lovin' (You're Never Gonna Get It)(sung by Tina Cohen-Chang and Artie Abrams)~

Just as I had predicted, Tina and Artie's sing-off went horribly. Don't get me wrong, they both sounded great. But I guess Tina got too into the zone, and figured that the only way to get rid of her competition was to throw them out of their chair. Thankfully, Artie was okay. But he was clearly hurt by the whole incident.