3x22: Nationals

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Nationals had come, they were finally here, after weeks spent rehearsing, obsessing over what songs to sing, what dance steps to do, they had finally arrive, they were in Chicago hours away from the competition that had made their year, that would change their lives and they were a mess.

Mercedes had got sick, she had food poisoning, probably caused by the poor food they had eaten the night before as soon as they arrived in Chicago, it was late and they had stopped at a mexican restaurant that was anything but recommendable and that probably the health office should have closed, but they were short on money and they were satisfied. That morning the tragedy had happened, Mercedes woke up feeling like shit, she couldn't even get out of bed and the girl wouldn't stop throwing up. Ever since then the chaos had taken place between the members of the New Directions.

They were rehearsing the dance steps of their final number in one of the empty room the hotel had given them so they could practice, without disturbing the other clients, but everyone was so nervous and worked up that they started yelling at each other because according to them no one was giving their best, things got so bad that Sam and Puck were going to fight, and it would have happened if Mr. Schue had not stepped in.

"Calm down! Come on!- the teacher screamed coming between the two boys, trying to separate them so that. they wouldn't hurt each other- what's going on?" he asked once he had managed to divide the two guys.

"He's studying for geography while we're trying to rehearse! It's bogus!" Sam explained nervously pointing at Puck while Joe and Rory held him in his place, in case he decided to jump on Puck again.

"I already know the dance!- Puck tried to defend himself- You dance like you got your feet caught in bear traps and you're trying to gnaw them off" he yelled at the blond guy, who couldn't take it anymore and went toward him again, but was stopped by Finn before he could do anything.

"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 said while sitting on one of the table of the room, pointing at the phone on which he had just read the news.

"Seriously?" Liv asked while sitting next to him, not truly believing they would give a kid from Ohio the key to the city and why? Because she was a boy singing in girl clothes? Okay it was admirable, but this was a little too much.

"Yeah, look" he replied, handing her the phone who read on the screen the news followed by a picture of Unique holding the kew standing next to Rahm Emanuel.

"Plus my blanket and pillow fell in the pool. Disaster" Brittany complained looking down the window.

"Look, I think everybody is just a little tired- Artie intruded trying to bring peace into the room- We've been rehearsing for three straight hours"

"Yeah and we'll rehearse all night if we have to. We can rest after we won!" Finn said determined, he wanted to see and it was evident, winning Nationals was really important to him, especially after what had happened the year before.

"Just because we lost Mercedes doesn't mean we can be anything less than perfect. Perfect!" Rachel added. After those words everyone in that room everyone started yelling at each other, accusing one another of not rehearsing enough, complaining about having lost Mercedes and Liv just rolled er eyes resting her head on Kurt's shoulder. She had understood how important this was for them, how important winning was, indeed she had spent the last few weeks doing nothing but practice, but she also knew that yelling at each other wouldn't have solved anything and she was tired of all the arguing.

"You know what? You know what? Hey- Santana said clapping her hands, drawing everyone's attention on her- 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" Santana threatened them, and Liv knew perfectly well that she wasn't kidding.

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