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No Air: Jordin Sparks
"You got it?" Rachel crouches down to me.
"I blacked out, I didn't lose my ability to move. I can tie my shoelace." I tie my shoelace on my sneaker.
"We can get breakfast on the way before school."
"Sure." I start to get up and she helps me. "Look, you don't have to do this. What happened wasn't your fault. You didn't shove those pills down my throat."
"I know. But it's your first day back to school after getting discharged from the hospital. And you live with me, so that makes you my responsibility."
"Lucky me." I grab my bag and sling it over my shoulders.
"At least you're self aware." She smiles.
I scoff. "Let's go, Queen of Crazy." I walk with her.
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"Does your throat still hurt? I packed honey drops incase you need it." Rachel walks down the hallway with me.
"Thanks, but I'm okay. My throat's better." I reply.
"Good." She opens the door and we enter. "Sorry we're late." She closes the door and we both sit.
"That's alright." Mister Shue replies.
"Hey." Brandon stands and hugs me.
"Hi." I pull away and Kurt, Mercedes, Tina, Santana, Brittany and Quinn give me a hug. "Hey." I clasp hands with Artie and he squeezes my wrist. "What are we doing?" I sit down and set my bag beside me on the floor. I then clasp hands with Mike and Matt.
"As we head into Sectionals, I wanna get some feedback. Like, what kind of stuff you guys would like to be doing. Is there anything, any music in particular that you guys wanna do?" Mister Shue questions and I cross my arms and legs.
"Can we maybe try something a little more...black?" Mercedes suggests.
Kurt nods. "I agree. We do an awful lot of show tunes."
"It's Glee Club, not Krunk Club." Rachel quips.
Mercedes turns and looks up at her. "Don't make me take you to the carpet."
"Fantastic. Thank you, Mercedes." Mister Shue points at her and Kurt snaps his fingers. "Kurt. Duly noted. Anything else?"
Mike raises his hand. "I can pop and lock."
"Not really what we're goin' for, Mike...but...noted, noted, yes." He nods. "Anything else? Violet? Any music you wanna incorporate?" He looks at me and the bell rings.
