~Finn's P.O.V ~
I am so furious with them all, how could they do this to me. We have Sectionals today, but I'm not going. They can do it without me. I know it isn't Rachel's fault, but I just can't talk to any of them right now. By now they are at Sectionals probably about to go on and I am at school being a jerk.
"Finn, I know you are mad at Quinn, but your friends need you. Sue leaked the set list and they have no songs to sing. They need a leader. They need you." Mr. Shue says, walking into the locker room where I was. I think about what he said and realize we are a team, what kind of leader would I be if I left them alone with no songs. I get into my truck and rush to the competition.
"We can't go out there." I hear Artie say.
"Yes we can. I have an idea." I say walking in. They all looked at me shocked, except for Rachel, she looks like she knew I would be here. We come up with an idea and I pull Rachel to the side.
"You wanted the spotlight, here you go. Don't screw it up." I say joking. Quinn tried to talk to me but I just ignored her. And then it was time to start.
(Rachel began)
Don't tell me not to live,
Just sit and putter,
Life's candy and the sun's
A ball of butter.
Don't bring around a cloud
To rain on my parade!
Don't tell me not to fly--
I've simply got to.
If someone takes a spill,
It's me and not you.
Who told you you're allowed
To rain on my parade!
I'll march my band out,
I'll beat my drum,
And if I'm fanned out,
Your turn at bat, sir.
At least I didn't fake it.
Hat, sir, I guess I didn't make it!
But whether I'm the rose
Of sheer perfection,
Or freckle on the nose
Of life's complexion,
The cinder or the shiny apple of its eye,
I gotta fly once,
I gotta try once,
Only can die once, right, sir?
Ooh, life is juicy,
Juicy, and you see
I gotta have my bite, sir!
Get ready for me, love,
cause I'm a commer,
I simply gotta march,
My heart's a drummer.
Don't bring around a cloud
To rain on my parade!
I'm gonna live and live now,
Get what I want--I know how,
One roll for the whole show bang,
One throw, that bell will go clang,
Eye on the target and wham
One shot, one gun shot, and BAM
Hey, Mister Arnstein,
Here I am!
I'll march my band out,
I will beat my drum,
And if I'm fanned out,
Your turn at bat, sir,
At least I didn't fake it.
Hat, sir, I guess I didn't make it.
Get ready for me, love,
'cause I'm a commer,
I simply gotta march,
My heart's a drummer.
Nobody, no, nobody
Is gonna rain on my parade
We sang two more songs, but this one was what we knew was going to make up win. After the judges went to a separate room to decide the winner and we got a small break, it was time.
"Hello everyone and thank you for coming out tonight. After long consideration we have a winner. And the winner of this year's show choir competition is... the New Directions." The announcer states. We hear that and we all jump up and scream.
*Skip to after Sectionals at school*
"Hey Rachel, can I talk to you?" I ask her.
"Sure." She answers and I can tell she is still angry.
"Look, I'm sorry I snapped on you, I should have been thanking you. Everyone lied to me but you told me the truth. I messed up when I didn't break up with Quinn. Everything happened so fast and I want another chance with you." I confess to her.
"You don't know how long I've been waiting for you to say that." She replies. When she said that I moved closer and kissed her. This will be a great year after all.
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Will We Make It?
Fanfiction[BOOK 1] Rachel Berry is the girl that doesn't speak up in class, but everyone knows she is smart. She doesn't care that people call her a geek because she has her own getaway. Music. One day she was in the soon to be choir room when Finn Hudson wal...
