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TW: Same as last chapter, stay safe! Take care of yourself and if you find your self doing unwell I have a mental health carrd in my bio.
Word Count: 5201
I'm back and kicking it at McKinley, baby. I now come complete with an epipen I just like take everywhere, tucked into an inside pocket of the binder I kinda have to just carry around all the time at school now. Glee club is about to start up and I find myself looking at the newly hung Glee Club allergy sheet.
𝙱𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚎.....𝙽𝚞𝚝𝚖𝚎𝚐....𝙰𝚗𝚊𝚙𝚑𝚢𝚕𝚊𝚡𝚒𝚜
𝙰𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚎....𝚂𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚏𝚒𝚜𝚑....𝙷𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚜
𝙱𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚢....𝙷𝚊𝚖𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛....𝙶𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚜 𝙴𝚢𝚎 𝚂𝚝𝚞𝚏𝚏
Apparently it was only meant for life threatening or like super serious stuff but it turns out Artie and I were the only ones that had that and Mr. Schue had to start cutting everyone else with only seasonal allergy's off. I look away from the list and go to sit on the risers with everyone else. I sit beside Mike as per usual and swing my legs over so they're resting on his lap.
I don't sit on his lap anymore, mostly cause one time Artie side eyed us and I got scared that it was like a gross amount of pda, and of course because of the hospital bed incident. Mike takes my hand in his and kisses it once. Mr. Schue walks into the classroom and immediately starts writing something on the white board. Ballad.
"Ballad. From Middle English, balade. Who knows what this word means?" Mr. Schue turns towards the classroom and Kurt plus Brittany immediately raise their hands.
"It's a male duck" Britt says confidently, only to be met by Mr. Schue shaking his head but smiling reassuringly.
"Kurt" Mr. Schue calls
"A ballad is a love song" Kurt says simply and dreamily. Mike and I do a dramatic touching hands and then pull away.
"Sometimes, but they don't always express love. Ballads are stories set to music—which is why they're the perfect storm of self-expression. Stories and music are the way we express feelings that we can't get out any other way. Okay, now, sectionals are in a few weeks and there's a new rule this year– we have to perform... a ballad." Mr. Schue explains quickly.
"Looks like my weekly letter to the Ohio Show Choir Committee finally paid off!" Berry triumphantly says to herself. Everyone collectively rolls their eyes a little bit.
"Okay. So here's our assignment for the week: I'm going to pair you off, and I want you to pick a ballad to sing to your partner. Look them right in the eye, find the emotion you want to express, and make them feel it." Mr. Schue claps and announces, as per usual.
