titanium - glee

fifty - eight ; it's all coming back to me now

"All right, calm down! Settle down!"

The boys were fighting again, although, for the first time in a while, Finn wasn't among them. He was trying to help Rosy, Mike, and Blaine pull apart the two that were fighting: Puck and Sam. Puck had been attempting to do his geography homework which would've been fine if they weren't in the middle of rehearsing for Nationals. In the conference room of a Chicago hotel. With one of their lead singers sick in bed somewhere upstairs. That's when Puck's studying became an issue. And then, of course, Sugar had started chanting "fight, fight, fight!" and that's when it had escalated.

Thankfully Mr. Schue had arrived, and he helped Rosy and the others rip the two boys apart, lifting Rosy off the ground in the process as she clung to Puck's back. (She had jumped on in an attempt to stop him from fighting).

"What's going on?" Mr. Schue yelled as Finn helped Rosy down from Puck's back.

"He's studying for geography while we're trying to rehearse! It's bogus!" Sam yelled, from where he had been pulled away from Puck, a good arm-swinging length away.

"I already know the dance! You dance like you got your feet stuck in bear traps, and you're trying to gnaw them off!" Puck yelled back and Mike and Joe both caught Sam as he tried to fly at Puck again.

"Hey, hey!" Mr. Schue yelled as he tried to get the fighting under control again, while Kurt told him about Unique being given a key to the city and Brittany wailed about her blanket falling out the window.

"Look, I think everyone is just a little bit tired, we've been rehearsing for three hours straight," Artie said and Rosy nodded along as she stole some of the popcorn from the bucket on his lap, but not everyone responded to Artie's attempts at peace the same as her, Finn swearing that they would continue practicing all night if they had to, while Rachel chimed in unhelpfully about how Mercedes or no Mercedes, they still had to be absolutely perfect.

"Hey," Rosy said, going over to Santana, who was steadying Quinn. "I think we all need a little Auntie Snixx to whip us into shape," Rosy said and Santana glanced at her, eyebrows raised.

"You think we've reached that point?" She asked, clearly skeptical.

"I think we reached that point five minutes ago when Sam tried to get into a fistfight." Rosy pointed out and Santana shrugged before nodding and she and Rosy switched places so Quinn could have someone to lean on while Santana took action.

"You okay?" Rosy whispered to Quinn quietly as Santana began to yell, getting all up in Artie's face.

"Yeah, I'm just tired. 'Edge of Glory' is such a bitch." Quinn said, resting her head on Rosy's shoulder.

"You're doing great. I'm so proud of how far you've come," Rosy said, brushing the blonde's sweaty bangs off her forehead.

"Thanks," Quinn said, and the two girls shared a smile before turning to tune into the mini-speech Mr. Schue had launched into. He suggested that they take a small break, but they all shook their heads, they had gotten momentum and it wouldn't be good to stop.

"Alright, Mike, help the guys out with Paradise, Artie, you help Puck with his geography, Britt, keep on going with Edge of Glory with the Troubletones while I go get your blanket, and Rosy and Finn, to your corner," Mr. Schue instructed, pointing at the back corner of the room where Rosy and Finn practiced the choreography together. Despite being the two worst dancers in glee club, learning together made them better somehow, so they had gotten their designated corner while practicing before every competition, where Mike and Brittany would occasionally go over to help them out.

Rosy squeezed Puck's shoulder before going over to her corner with Finn, and she bent down to dig her phone out of her bag to check her messages before they started dancing again. She had a message from her dad, letting her know that he had arrived in Chicago with Julia and Cal, and a message from Luke that said "missing you ❤️". Rosy smiled down at her phone before typing out a quick response and sticking it back in her bag.