The Quarterback's Bestfriend

Acafellas

Not that I wanted to admit it to myself or anyone else, but I was actually growing quite fond of Glee Club and most of it's members, the only person that I really didn't like or trust being Santana Lopez.

In Glee this afternoon, I bounce on the balls of my feet shouting out the steps, turning to demonstrate the routine beside Mr. Schuester, "Five, six, seven, eight. Step and step. Step and step. And turn it around. Down and up. And hit, hit down hit."

Rachel looks around, in a clumsy and almost desperate manner, "Can we stop, please?"

"You don't have to ask me every time for permission to go to the bathroom, Rachel. You can just go," Mr. Schue quickly dismisses, waving her off in a feeble attempt to continue showing his choreography.

Rachel stops dancing altogether crossing her arms, continually glancing at Santana and Quinn, "It's not my bladder. It's the choreography."

"Okay, what's wrong with the choreography?" I ask tapping my foot, irritated by Rachel's sudden rudeness.

The brunette looks over her shoulder at Quinn and Santana, forcing herself to deliver what seems to be a scripted outburst, "It sucks. We can't compete with vocal adrenaline with these steps. You're a great vocal coach, Mr. Schue, But you're not a a trained choreographer. That's what we need to be the best. We need Dakota Stanley."

Quinn and Santana take turns in informing us on who Dakota Stanley is and why we "need" him. I shoot daggers at them, imagining the thousands of ways I could kill them for being vindictive bitches.

Clearly hurt by the three girls' words, he steps back, "Just because he understudied doesn't mean he ever performed."

"Did you ever perform, Mr. Schuester? After high school. Did you even try?" Quinn asks in a sickeningly sweet manner, twisting the metaphorical knife in his back just enough to visibly hurt his ego.

As the week progressed Mr. Schue's presence at rehearsals slowly starts to decrease until it was to the point of him not showing up for 3 rehearsals in a row. Finn and I make a point to Rachel that the reason he wasn't making an appearance was because of her listening to Santana and Quinn.

She promises us that she'd make it right but later that day, when rehearsal time came around, she enters the choir room carrying a platter of cookies, walking directly over to where Finn's seated at the piano then stopping in front of me at the drum kit, "He's not coming."

"Of course he doesn't want anything to do with us after you kicked him in the nads," Finn explains to a clueless Rachel.

"Then why did he thank me?"

Santana shrugs her off, focusing her attention to her nails as she continues to file them, "The goal is to win. And now that Mr. Schuester has agreed to let us hire Dakota Stanley, we can."

In the past few weeks it was become my second nature to shoot daggers at them, namely Santana. So yet again I send a glare in her direction, clashing the high hat so loudly it scares everyone in the room, "But he doesn't want us to. He just doesn't have the confidence to coach us anymore. Guys are real sensitive when it comes to this kind of stuff."

"And that's my fault?" Rachel asks quietly, her voice dripping with guilt.

"Do you see anyone else in here with a plate of "I'm sorry" cookies? I don't. Just you," Finn spits at her, making me nod in agreement.

Quinn rolls her eyes at her boyfriend as he speaks to Rachel, groaning loudly, "I'm bored. All those in favor of hiring Dakota Stanley?"

I look around at see everyone raise their hands except Finn and I. Fan-freaking-tastic we're going behind Mr. Schue's back, again.