𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬 | s. lopez + b. pierce

Thirteen

Sue Sylvester blew her whistle and held up her megaphone. "Five, six, seven, eight!"

Jayden made up her own little dance with Brittany and Santana as Brad played the piano during that afternoon's booty camp, which Sue had taken over. She wasn't going to complain. Sue was a harsher teacher than Mr. Schue, making her a better coach since she wasn't afraid to tell them what they needed to improve on – even if it was done in a mean way.

"Stop! Please, stop, this is an embarrassment!" Sue eyed Mercedes, her brows narrowing when she saw her on her phone. "Hey, Mercedes. Who you texting?"

"I'm not texting anyone," Mercedes said. "I'm donating to the Obama campaign?"

Sue took Mercedes' phone out of her hands and yeeted it across the auditorium. Jayden covered her mouth with her hand to hide her laughter, and Brad pumped his fist in the air with a smile.

"Good news!" Finn beamed as he walked into the auditorium. "I booked a tour at the railroad museum on Friday, which means we're gonna have an awesome senior's ditch day." His smile fell when he saw Sue. "What is she doing here?"

"Hey, granny panties, I'm taking over booty camp!" Sue yelled as she snatched his phone and yeeted it across the auditorium, much like she did with Mercedes'.

Santana pulled a giggling Jayden close to her, patting her head as she chuckled quietly.

"Dimples, Sandbags, quit that tee-hee-hee giggling and line up!" Sue mocked their laughter. She blew her whistle, motioning for the New Directions to get into two straight lines.

Jayden bit her tongue to stifle a laugh, and Brittany gently nudged her, shaking her head no. "Sorry," the junior whispered, covering her mouth with her hand as she exchanged a look with Santana, both of them trying to contain their laughter.

"You're out of shape, you're constantly late, and when you're not too busy texting, you're complaining about the choreography you're too lazy to learn!" Sue lectued as she paced in front of them. She snapped her fingers and pointed at Jayden. "Dimples! Do the choreography we've been working on."

Jayden did each step of the choreography perfectly as Brad played the music on the piano.

Sue then pointed at Sam. "Kentucky Fried Stripper. Now you go."

"I...I can't," Sam frowned.

"See, and that's your problem. You're all slacking because you know that poor, sweet Jayden will carry the dancing on her own," Sue stated. "You're nothing but a coven of tardy, narcissistic, bloated bags of cellulite who will stab each other in the back at the first glimpse of a solo in a competition hosted by a late-night horror movie host. Well, those days are over."

****

Jayden, Santana, and Brittany walked into the library with their pinkies linked. They sat down on the couch, and Santana pulled Jayden to sit in her lap. She kissed her cheek, and Jayden took her hand, playing with the rings on her fingers.

"We all know why we're here," Puck said. "I've waited five years for this. I want ideas for senior ditch day. Go."

"Oh!" Kurt gasped. "A Gershwin-Sondheim scavenger hunt!"

"That sounds like torture," Santana scoffed, rolling her eyes.

"We want actual ideas, Kurt," Puck stated.

"We should go see Disney On Ice!" Jayden gasped, her eyes lighting up. "They're doing Lilo and Stitch!"

"We should do that," Santana agreed with her girlfriend, grinning and kissing her cheek.