Nobody Loves Me Like You Do

Chapter 17: Sectionals

The day of Sectionals is stressful. Wes is yelling at everyone, David is practically pulling his hair out, Jeff and Nick are going over choreography in the small green room, Blaine is doing vocal runs, and I am sitting in a corner panicking about screwing everything up. I want to win, but I'm also going against my friends.

"Alright everyone gather around!" Wes shouts, everyone falls silent. "We have some tough competition today, but I have a good feeling. We are prepared, we have an amazing solo sung by Blaine, a great group number, and a phenomenal duet with Jeff and Nick! Also thanks to Jeff we have incredible choreography."

There is short applause before David continues with the speech, "No matter what happens today, and despite what Wes might tell you, we are very proud of the progress that has been made so far this year. Now let's go kick some show choir butt!"

There are whoops and hollers from every warbler and everyone disperses to whisper about the upcoming performance, I make my way over to Wes, David, Thad, Trent, Jeff, Nick, and Blaine. They stand by the speaker listening to the other groups.

"Do you think we're gonna win?" Trent asks.

"I think we have just as good a chance as anyone!" Jeff replies enthusiastically.

The group ends and I slip out of the green room to watch the New Directions perform, Blaine follows me not so subtly. We take our seats as my friends are introduced. I smile excitedly.

"Please welcome the New Directions!"

Give me a second I

I need to get my story straight

My friends are in the bathroom getting higher than the Empire State

My lover, she's waiting for me just across the bar

My seat's been taken by some sunglasses asking about a scar, and

Santana starts off singing walking down the steps. Brittany and Quinn flank her on the sides, Rachel meets her in the middle to sing the next part.

I know I gave it to you months ago

I know you're trying to forget

But between the drinks and subtle things

The holes in my apologies, you know

I'm trying hard to take it back

The next part they sing together in perfect harmony.

So if by the time the bar closes

And you feel like falling down, I'll carry you home

I lean over to whisper in Blaine's ear, "We got this in the bag."

He turns his head smiling, "You bet we do!"

I notice how close we are, practically nose to nose. My gaze flickers down to his lips and I turn my attention back to my performing friends, a blush creeping up my neck spreading to my cheeks. I hear Blaine laugh softly to himself, making me blush more. They start the next song with clapping and stomping.

Buddy, you're a boy, make a big noise

Playing in the street, gonna be a big man someday

You got mud on your face, you big disgrace

Kicking your can all over the place, singin'

We will, we will rock you

We will, we will rock you

A blonde mess of hair walks through the audience to get to Blaine and me. We get the hint by him waving aggressively for us to follow him backstage. We look at each other and giggle at our own stupidity. Jeff drags us back to the green room. Everyone stands in a circle with their heads down and eyes closed, everyone except for Wes who is staring daggers at both Blaine and me.