Romance in the Rain (Quinntana)

Ch. 5 Horse Carriage

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Grand McKinley

Soft jazz music played in the auditorium as guests dressed impeccably from all racial backgrounds entered the ballroom. Many of them paired up and began dancing on the Marley floor.

Sat at a table, Santana had a journal on her lap as Schuester talked animatedly. Emily Stark was on stage, swaying with backup dancers behind her as she sang "Cherish". Schuester and Santana turned their attention to the singer and Santana found herself smiling while watching the performance.

The song drew to a close and Emily bowed before introducing her next performance. However, before she could begin, a heckler from the back stood up and demanded that she sing a more provocative song. In true Quinn fashion, Emily turned the joke around to mock him, inevitably aggravating the man. All eyes in the dance hall watched their dispute closely.

"Who do you think you are!" He spat, trying to get closer to the stage. "You're just a strumpet pretending to be innocent, it's disgusting!"

Emily raised an unamused eyebrow as she crossed her arms. "What's so disgusting about my standing here and singing? It's people like you behaving like animals who are truly disgusting."

The crowd cheered for her clap back and the man looked furious and embarrassed.

"I dare you to repeat that!"

Schuester made a gesture and the bouncers quickly lifted the heckler, ready to throw him out. The action prompted the heckler's buddies to fight back.

"Throw the troublemakers out!" Schuester's voice roared.

The room erupted in chaos and the other patrons scrambled to get out of the way of the squabbling. Santana managed to shout over the commotion and the bouncers slowly put the man down.

"We're here to enjoy ourselves, not fight," Santana said, motioning to Emily. "If Miss Stark doesn't know the song, I'm sure someone else here knows it. Why don't we get another person to sing it instead?" This garnered head nods and audible agreement.

An announcer came up the mic as Emily stepped back. "Next up, we have Miss Elaine Card singing 'Don't Come Too Soon'."

Emily rolled her eyes and proceeded backstage as the new song began playing. Schuester did not look happy.

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Backstage

Quinn sat down at her vanity trying to control the adrenaline in her veins. Who the hell was that person anyway.

"Emily Stark!" An angry voice called out.

Before she knew it, Schuester had backhanded her and the force nearly gave her whiplash. The action startled the rest of the showgirls and they gasped loudly when Quinn knocked over a clothing rack, falling to the floor.

"Who do you think you are? How dare you stand on the stage and tell a patron off! Do you think I pay you to wreck my business?" He towered over her as he yelled at her. All eyes in the room were on them. "Don't try to act wholesome here, no one gave you permission to throw tantrums in my club." He seized her by the arm and pulled her to stand up.

"Mr. Schuester, please let her go!" Santana interjected, finally pushing past the circle that formed around them.

Schuester shot the journalist a menacing look. "Miss Lopez, I suggest you stay out of my business affairs. I respect the fact you're educated and you write well, but if you think that gives you the right to tell me what to do, then you're mistaken. You best get out and don't give me trouble."