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A/N: How was your day?

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"Oh my, God! I've been looking for you everywhere!" Kurt hissed as he rushed into their theatrical classroom where Camren was practicing.

"My class got over three minutes ago?" Camren muttered, rolling her eyes. "I have catching up to do. There's no way I'm pushing back my studies a whole freaking year."

"Okay, okay, but you gotta push it back right now!" Kurt exclaimed, rushing to the piano. He glanced down at Camren's attempt to fix her fingers on the keys in her cast-free hand. "It's Rachel!"

"What's wrong with Rachel?" Camren's attention swiveled instantly. Her heart raced at the thought of something harming her girlfriend. "Is she okay?"

"She's gonna be pissed at me for saying anything, but Rachel's not sick!" Kurt pushed out as Camren frowned in confusion. "She's in L.A and Sidney doesn't know! Her understudy can't go on and now we have to figure out how to cancel the show. You're like really into this Broadway world. How do we do that?"

Camren's head spun in quick circles as she tried to understand Kurt's panic.

"But..." Camren's eyes moved to her phone. "I spoke to her this morning and she was neither sick nor on plane. She's been at rehearsals..."

"She lied." Kurt winced when Camren's dark eyes turned on him. "She...She got approached by a television guy, but she didn't want to tell you because you were stressed out, but she planned being back—"

"We have plans in an our with my family." Camren exhaled.

Kurt chewed his nail for a moment and looked around. He didn't have many options but begged Camren to help him. How was he supposed to know Rachel forgot about their plans too?

"She's rushing to the airport, but...but she won't get here in time for the show."

"Why am I..." Camren slowly stood up and violently turned to throw her music sheets around the room. Her body burned with pain as rage filled every little vein in her body. "...supposed to fix everyones fucking lives?!"

"I'm sorr—"

"You're not, or you New Directions wouldn't keep coming to us Ghouls with your drama and expecting us to fix it!" Camren spat, grabbing her backpack and cell phone. She picked up her crutch and gaped at it for a split second before chucking it violently across the room and limping as lightly as possible toward the door. "Get her the hell back here. I'll handle my parents and Sidney."

"Okay, okay, thank you!" Kurt rushed out after the Ghoul. "If Rachel doesn't get back on time she'll be fired for sure!"

"Sucks to be her." Camren hissed, clutching her cell phone as she slammed the door behind them both.

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