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"Ugh, I hate boys."
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A new week, a new day. Mr. Schue was sitting in front of us and asking what we wanted to do for the very first time.
"As we head into sectionals, I wanna get some feedback. Like, what kind of stuff you guys would like to be doing?" He said, "Is there anything—any music in particular—that you guys wanna do?"
"Can we maybe try something a little more black?" Mercedes suggested.
"I agree. We do a lot of show tunes." Kurt added.
"Like an awful lot." I agreed.
"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 Nathalie." Mr. Schue pointed at us. Kurt snapped his fingers in Rachel's face, and the three of us did our little handshake, which was wiggling our fingers against each other. This is a weird ass handshake now that I'm describing it.
"Duly noted. Anything else?" Mr. Schue asked.
"I can pop and lock." Mike raised his hand, making Gabriel and Matt high five each other in support of his idea since the three of them love to dance.
"Not really what we're goin' for, Mike...but...noted, noted, yes." Mr. Schue shut down his idea.
"You guys tried." I whispered sympathetically to the three.
The bell rang, and I was pulled to the side by Quinn, with Finn and Mr. Schue behind her.
"Woah, woa- What's going on?"
"Can, uhm, can you come with me, us, to the ultrasound thing?" Quinn quietly asked.
"Su-sure. Yeah, sure." I nodded before whispering to her, "But why is Mr. Schue coming?"
"He's gonna drive us there, and he's Finn's moral support, and you're mine." She answered.
"Got it." I held her hand all the way to our teacher's car and the ride to the hospital.
We entered the hospital, and I can tell Quinn was shaking. I wrapped my arm around her shoulder. "Deep breaths, Quinn. Everything's gonna be okay." I told her.
We approached the receptionist's table, and I asked, "Excuse me, is Dr. Lopez available?"
She lifted her head and recognized us. "Aren't you the two who came here for a sonogram a couple of weeks ago?"
"Yeah, that's us." Quinn confirmed.
"I'll page him."
"Hello, again." We turned around and saw Dr. Lopez.
