"It was written for Diana Ross," Mercedes snapped, her tone heated as she argued with Rachel.
"No, Mercedes, you're wrong, okay? The Bodyguard was originally written for Barbra Streisand," Rachel countered, leaning over Artie, who gave her a slight push back.
"Actually, Rachel, it was supposed to be Diana Ross— and Steve McQueen— back in the '70s," Mr. Schue chimed in, walking into the room.
"Thank you, Mr. Schue," Mercedes said, flashing a victorious smile.
"I've been doing some research to prepare for this week's lesson," Mr. Schue continued as he wrote 'Whitney' on the whiteboard.
"Oh my God, yes!" Rachel clapped her hands excitedly.
"It's about time we did a Whitney tribute!" Mercedes added, grinning broadly.
"Are we sure that's appropriate?" Sam asked, his expression uncertain.
"Sam?" Melanie turned toward him, raising her brows in disbelief.
"You did not just ask that," Mercedes said, holding up a finger as if to stop him in his tracks.
"I just mean... didn't Whitney kind of have a lot of problems?" Sam said hesitantly.
"Melanie, get your man," Mercedes said, sharply.
"She had a hard life, Sam. That doesn't negate her accomplishments," Melanie replied firmly. Sam gave an awkward nod, realizing he'd struck a nerve.
"Look, this week isn't about passing judgment on Whitney," Mr. Schue interjected. "It's about celebrating her legacy, honoring her memory, and recognizing her incredible achievements."
"Which I will happily list for you," Kurt offered eagerly, though Mr. Schue continued before he could elaborate.
"But I also want you guys to use her songs to tap into your own emotions. To express and explore what's really going on inside you," Mr. Schue said, sitting on the piano bench as he faced the group.
"I don't get it, Mr. Schue. What's really going on with us?" Santana asked, furrowing her brows in confusion.
"Well, for most of you, these next few weeks will be your last here at McKinley. Lots of changes are coming—lots of goodbyes. To your friends, to your significant others, to the last four years of your life. For a young person, that kind of transition can feel overwhelming. Sometimes it's easier to focus on something else, like not being able to say goodbye to Whitney Houston." Mr. Schue explained.
Melanie glanced around at her friends, her heart sinking. She'd been trying to push the reality of the seniors leaving out of her mind, but the closer graduation day came, the more that sense of dread loomed over her.
"What are you talking about?" Santana asked, her brows knitting together further.
"Santana, it's okay. I get it," Mr. Schue said with a sympathetic nod. "You're holding on to Whitney because dealing with all the change in your lives feels too hard."
"We're holding on to Whitney because she was incredible, and we loved her. So don't put your baggage on us," Santana shot back, with a glare.
"You guys, Mr. Schue's attempt to understand us—though misguided—doesn't matter," Rachel said seriously, cutting through the tension. "What does matter is that I start rehearsing Whitney's version of The Star-Spangled Banner immediately. It is the Mount Everest of anthems," she added with a gleam of excitement in her eyes.
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