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"Ugh, I hate boys."
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New week, new day. Mr. Schue was sitting in front of us for once, actually asking what we wanted to do...for once.
"As we head into sectionals, I want to get some feedback. Like, what kind of stuff you guys would like to be doing? Is there anything—any music in particular-that you guys wanna do?"
Mercedes raised her hand. "Can we maybe try something a little more Black?"
"I agree," Kurt nodded. "We do a lot of show tunes."
"Like, an awful lot," I added, raising a brow.
"It's Glee Club, not Crunk Club," Rachel snarked.
"Don't make me take you to the carpet," Mercedes snapped back.
"Fantastic! Thank you, Mercedes, Kurt, and Sofia," Mr. Schue said, gesturing at us. Kurt snapped his fingers dramatically in Rachel's face, and the three of us did our little handshake — wiggling our fingers together like weird musical sea creatures.
Weirdest handshake ever now that I think about it.
"Duly noted. Anything else?" Mr. Schue asked.
"I can pop and lock," Mike offered, raising his hand. Gabriel and Matt patted him in support.
"Not really what we're going for, Mike... but... noted," Mr. Schue said.
"You guys tried," I whispered to them, shooting the trio a sympathetic look.
The bell rang. I was about to grab my bag when Lucy suddenly pulled me aside. Finn and Mr. Schue were right behind her.
"Whoa-whoa, what's going on?" I asked, confused and already suspicious.
"Can you, uh... come with me? To the ultrasound thing?" Lucy asked quietly.
"Yeah, of course." I nodded, then leaned in and whispered, "But why is Mr. Schue coming?"
"He's driving us there. Moral support for Finn. And you're mine," she said simply.
That was enough for me. I held her hand the whole walk to the car—and during the drive to the hospital, her hand never left mine.
Once inside, I could feel how tense she was. I wrapped my arm around her shoulders.
"Deep breaths, Luce. Everything's gonna be okay," I whispered.
At the receptionist's desk, I asked, "Excuse me, is Dr. Lopez available?"
The woman looked up and recognized us. "You two came in for a sonogram a couple of weeks ago, right?"
