𝑺𝒕𝒖𝒄𝒌 𝒐𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 • Sam Evans

𝟑𝒙𝟎𝟑: 𝑨𝒔𝒊𝒂𝒏 𝑭

If I had to go to another booty camp session I'd probably kill myself. Mr Schuester was a bit too intense for me and, now that Mike was grounded for getting an A- on his chemistry test, our teacher was the only one to tutor us every afternoon. I didn't know why Mr Chang was so strict with Mike, I mean, he was on the football team and glee club, managed to pass every subject with As, danced amazingly and was the nicest boy. And I really really missed him. Well, everyone. And now with all the West Side Story auditions... Everything was just... tense. What a week and it was only wednesday.

And talking about the auditions, Mercedes had killed it. I was so, so proud of her. Her version of spotlight was amazing. And I had a feeling that she would get the part. 

"Planet Earth calling Roxy. Are you even listening to me?" Kurt said making me go back to my feet.

"Oh, sorry, I got lost in my thoughts. The class president race, yeah. Go on".

"As I was saying, with only two days left for people to announce their candidacy, that leaves me and Brittany running this race. Which is more like me running and, you know, Brittany just whimsically hopping and skipping nearby".

"That sure looks funnier that running" I chuckledas we continued our walk to his locker.

"No one takes her seriously. That's so amazing Kurt, you can practically add the moniker 'class president' to your curriculum vitae now. NYADA is going to eat that up" Rachel exclaimed excited.

"According to the new Jacob Ben Israel straw poll..." he said as he offered some girls a badge. "According to the soft numbers I'm ahead of Brittany by eleven percent. This could be a cakewalk".

"Nice blouse, Hummel. Really brings out the color of your pink eye" Santana suddenly uttered as she walked to us with Brittany. 

"So, I assume I can rely on your votes, Rachel and Roxy" Brittany said confident.

"I'm sorry, Brittany but I've already pleged my fidelity to Kurt" Rachel pointed out.

"And I'm not telling anyone who I'm voting for. I don't want to hurt the other person's feelings" I softly said.

"Oh, so you're cool with flushing McKinley High's future down the magical poop-stealing water chair?" she asked angrily, which only made me more puzzled because she seemed serious, but nobody who referred to a toilet as 'magical poop-stealing water chair' could be serious.

"Did you know that in six years at this school we've only exclusively had male student council presidents? And yeah, Kurt looks like JImmy Fallon's butch daughter but a vote for him would only empower yet another frank and beans" Santana stated. Wow, that was really rude but, I had to admit it, bitch had a point.

"And where has that patriarchy gotten us? Double-digit inflation, economic freefall, oil spills, war in Afghanistan" Brittany preached. 

"I tweeted about Britt's flash mob  pep rally in the gym and we're all showing up to support her with girl power".

"Wait, that's what the flash mob was about?" I asked. "I didn't know it".

"You're participating?!?" Kurt exclaimed in shock as Rachel looked disappointed at me.

"I thought it was regular cheerios practice! Not an act for Brittany's campaign!" I defended myself.

"Boys had made a helluva mess in this school and there's only one way to clean it up. And you're coming with us" Brittany said as she grabbed me by the hand and started walking to the auditorium. And no doubt we were amazing. Too amazing maybe, because every girl in the school ended up dancing with us and Kurt had this weird scared face gesture. There was going to be a tight result, and nothing good could come because of it.