𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬 | s. lopez + b. pierce

Seventeen

a/n - double update! who's ready for nationals?

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Quinn held a terrified Jayden close to her, holding her head protectively to her chest as she comforted her. They were supposed to be getting ready for nationals, but the rehearsal soon broke out into a huge fight, terrifying the petite brunette.

"M-Make it stop," Jayden whimpered, hiding her face in Quinn's chest.

"It's okay, bub," Quinn whispered, comfortingly rubbing her back. "It's gonna be okay."

"All of you shut the fuck up!" Iris groaned, banging her head against the wall.

"Fight, fight, fight, fight!" Sugar cheered.

"Give me my girlfriend." Santana yanked Jayden away from Quinn, and the small girl hugged her tightly, crying into her chest.

The doors to the room swung open, and Mr. Schue rushed in to break up the fight between the boys. "Calm down! Settle down! Come on! What's going on?"

"He's studying for geography while we're trying to rehearse!" Sam yelled, throwing a hand out towards Puck. "It's bogus!"

"Cause I already know the dance!" Puck defended himself. "You dance like you got your feet caught in bear traps and you're trying to gnaw them off!"

"Mr. Schue, are you aware that while we're arguing about jazz squares, Unique is being handed a key to the city by Rahm Emanuel?" Kurt scoffed.

"Plus my blanket and my pillow fell in the pool," Brittany said from where she stood by the window with Oliver on her hip. "Disaster."

Oliver giggled and hugged Brittany's neck. The blonde smiled at him and kissed his cheek.

"Look, I think everybody is just a little tired," Artie spoke up. "We've been rehearsing for three straight hours."

"Yeah, and we'll rehearse all night if we have to," Finn declared. "We can rest after we've won!"

"Stop yelling!" Jayden sobbed, her body tensing up in Santana's arms.

"Just because we lost Mercedes doesn't mean that we can be anything less than perfect," Rachel stated. "Perfect!"

"That's easy for you to say," Iris scoffed, rolling her eyes.

Everyone started shouting at each other again. Santana pushed Jayden into Quinn's arms as Snixx unleashed.

"You know what?" she yelled, clapping her hands. "You know what? Hey! I don't want to hear any of this 'We can't do it without her.' Because guess what. We don't have a choice. So be warned, if you are not giving this everything you've got, I will go all Lima Heights on your sorry asses."

Oliver giggled and clapped.

"Listen to yourselves," Mr. Schue scoffed.

"I know, I'm sorry," Santana sighed. "I always go to the yelling place. I have rage."

"No. It's a good thing. A great thing," Mr. Schue said. "There is so much passion in this room. Even all your arguing. It's about the work. You guys really want this. Okay, so let's take a half-hour break, and then we'll run from the top."

"Mr. Schue, is it okay if we keep going?" Jayden asked, using the sleeve of Santana's letterman to wipe the tears off her face. "We have the first slot, which is like the death slot."

"Jayden's right," Tina agreed. "We have to be amazing."

"Yeah, Edge of Glory's a bitch," Quinn scoffed.