𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬 | s. lopez + b. pierce

Fifteen

a/n - dance with somebody was kind of short, so i went ahead and combined it with choke to give you guys a longer chapter!

trigger warning for suicidal thoughts

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"It was written for Diana Ross," Mercedes argued.

"No, Mercedes, you are wrong," Rachel scoffed. "The Bodyguard was originally written for Barbra Streisand."

Jayden rolled her eyes with an annoyed sigh and rested her head on Brittany's shoulder, pressing two fingers to her aching temple as Rachel and Mercedes continued to argue.

"Actually, Rachel, it was supposed to be Diana Ross," Mr. Schue said as he walked into the classroom. "And Steve McQueen back in the '70s."

"Thank you, Mr. Schue." Mercedes sent Rachel a dirty look.

"I've been doing some research to prepare for this week's lesson." Mr. Schue wrote Whitney on the board.

"Our lesson is your mom?" Jayden frowned, looking up at Brittany in confusion.

"Where?" Brittany gasped, her head whipping around the classroom as she looked for her mom.

"She's not here, Britt," Santana chuckled, gently patting her girlfriend's back.

"Oh," Brittany pouted, slumping down in her seat.

"Oh, my God, yes!" Rachel beamed and clapped her hands together. "It's about time we did a Whitney tribute!"

"Are we sure that's appropriate?" Sam frowned.

"Are we sure your presence in this room is appropriate?" Santana countered, scoffing as she glared at the blonde boy.

"You did not just ask that!" Mercedes gasped, head turning in Sam's direction.

"I just mean, didn't Whitney kind of have a lot of problems?" Sam asked.

"Jayden has a lot of problems," Iris said, smirking when the Jewish girl narrowed her eyes at her. "You know it's true. You're a sociopathic weirdo who talks to herself because you don't have friends."

"Leave my baby alone," Santana spat, glaring at the younger Latina.

"She had a hard life, Sam," Mercedes said. "And?"

"Look, this week isn't about passing judgment on Whitney," Mr. Schue said. "It's about celebrating her legacy. Honoring her memory. Her accomplishments."

"Which I will happily list for you," Kurt smiled.

"I also want you guys to use her songs to get underneath your own feelings. To express and explore what's really going on with you."

"I don't get it, Mr. Schue," Finn frowned. "What's really going on with us?"

"Well, for most of you–"

"Don't say it," Jayden whimpered, tears filling her eyes.

"–these next few weeks will be your last here at McKinley."

"Nooo, he said it!" Jayden cried, choking out a small sob as she buried her face in the crook of Brittany's neck, tightly hugging her shoulders.

"Great, now look what you did," Santana scoffed, narrowing her eyes at Mr. Schue.

"He's always making her cry," Skye pouted, sniffling.

"Shh, it's okay, Guppy," Brittany cooed as she pulled her girlfriend into her lap, soothingly rubbing her back to help her calm down.