For this week of Glee, everyone was seated in their normal spots with Mercedes and Rachel fighting. "It was written for Diana Ross."
"No, Mercedes, you are wrong, okay? The Bodyguard was originally written for Barbra Streisand."
Then, Mr. Schue came in, late as always, "Actually, Rachel, it was supposed to be Diana Ross- and Steve McQueen, back in the '70s."
"Thank you, Mr. Shue," Mercedes pointed out, giving Rachel a look.
The man walked to the white board, "I've been doing some research to prepare for this week's lesson." With the dry erase marker he wrote on the board, 'Whitney'
"Oh, my God, yes," Rachel clapped. " It's about time we did a Whitney tribute!"
"Are we sure that's appropriate?" Sam questioned and everyone gave him a look. Blaire just scoffed. They've done a lot of messed up stuff in here and this is what he has a problem with? He tried to sell sex on stage.
"You did not just ask that."
"I just mean, didn't Whitney kind of have a lot of problems?"
"She had a hard life, Sam. And?" Mercedes asked, looking back as if she was going to take him to the ground. He just looked away and Mr. Schue walked over to the glee kids.
"Look, this week isn't about passing judgment on Whitney. It's about celebrating her legacy, honoring her memory, her accomplishments."
"Which I will happily list for you–" Kurt started in excitement before Blaine placed a hand on him, making him stop.
"--But 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," he said, looking directly at a few of the seniors who had been acting particularly strange.
"I don't get it, Mr. Shue. What's really going on with us?" Finn asked, completely clueless.
Mr. Schue sat down in front of them, "Well, for most of you, these next few weeks will be your last here at McKinley. Lots of changes coming up, lots of... saying good-bye. To your friends, to your significant others, to the last four years of your life. For a young person, all that transition can be overwhelming. So it's easier to focus on other things. Like not being able to say good-bye to Whitney Houston."
'Exams' Blaire thought. That's what she was always thinking about at the end of the year, but she did get it. Saying goodbye was hard, especially if you knew it would be the last one. LIke she knew after she graduated she would probably never see Sugar or Rachel again, mostly Puck. There were just certain people she wasn't close with and they would make the effort of reaching out unless they did first.
"What are you talking about?" Santana questioned angrily.
Mr. Schue sighed, "Santana, it's okay. I get it. You're hanging on to Whitney because it's difficult to handle the upheaval in your own lives."
"We're hanging on to Whitney because she was incredible and we love her, so don't put your baggage on us," she countered, crossing her arms.
Rachel smiled at the older man, "You guys, Mr. Shue's attempt to understand us, though misguided, doesn't matter. What matters is that I start rehearsing Whitney's version of "The Star-Spangled Banner" immediately. It is the Mount Everest of anthems."
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Right after Glee club, Kurt went up to Blaine's locker, "How thrilled am I for this week's assignment? I'm going to Between the Sheets to find music. I got to figure out what song I want to do. I could do "So Emotional," which was obviously written for me, or "One Moment in Time," which was also obviously written for me."
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Honey and Glass
FanfictionThe arts are not always for everyone. However, when you find something you love, people you love, you tend to stick with them. Whether that is your blood family or not. Also, I don't own Glee or City Spies. Warning bad language, details of gore, a...