The Quarterback's Bestfriend

Invitationals

We're running through our newest arrangement of 'Don't Stop' with Quinn taking Rachel and I's solo with Finn. She and Finn do this half spin during the first verse then Quinn sprints out of the room looking as if she's about to hurl,"Quinn, you okay?"

Finn looked at Mr. Schue with panic in his eyes before answering my concerns, "I think she just had a bad breakfast burrito."

Which was a bold-face lie because Quinn just got motion sick. It didn't make sense to me that she got motion sick but it wasn't my place to press the matter. A silence hung in the air before Kurt looks at me and sighs, "Can we please talk about the giant elephant in the room?"

"Your sexuality?" Santana taunts, receiving a death glare from me.

Kurt sets his hand on my shoulder to calm me down, shaking his head 'no', "Rachel. We can't do it without her."

We all turn to Mr. Schue, who sighs as he sits on the piano bench, "That's not true. We may have to layer Lia or Mercedes over Quinn's solo but we'll be fine."

"Maybe for the Invitationals, but not for the Sectionals. Certainly not the Regionals," Artie saying and he's completely correct. As much as I hate Berry, she is a beneficial member to Glee.

Puck scoffs, "The wheelchair kid's right. Rachel makes me wanna light myself on fire, but she can sing."

"Rachel left, guys. She's gone. Now, if we're gonna make this thing work, we can't look back. Take five, guys. "

At our next rehearsal Mr. Schue eagerly enters the room with a short blonde woman, "Guys, I'd like to introduce you to someone very special. This is April Rhodes. She's our newest member."

Mercedes and I look at each other confused and ask in time, "Wait, so old people can join Glee Club now?"

"Old, huh? You guys look like the world's worst Benetton ad," April spits back, looking me up and down then turning her eyes to Mercedes.

I step beside our teacher, pulling him to the side, "Mr. Schuester, this seems like a terrible idea. I'm saying this as an advisor not a Glee Club member." I whisper the last part so the others don't hear why I'm really here.

He smiles at me and shakes his head to say he wasn't taking my advice, "April is a great singer. And she never graduated."

"We appreciate what you're trying to do, but she's no Rachel."

"Who's Rachel?" She asks with interest peaked.

Tina nervously stutters, "Sh-Sh-She's one of our stars."

April takes that as a challenge, looking at Brad our pianist demanding, "Hey, Tinkles, gimme "Maybe This Time" in B-flat. And don't let me catch you snoozin'."

When she finishes the song from Caberet with arms raised, everyone looks at her in shock. "Stick that in your pipe and smoke it."

Though I couldn't place why, I don't trust her, something's up with her.

In Spanish class in the days to come Mr. Schue writes: POR/PARA on the whiteboard, "So, if I were to say, "I'm going to Mexico for the day" would I use "por" or "para"?"

I roll my eyes as April raises her hand,  answering "para" and I chuckle at her incorrect answer and mumble, "Por el amor de Dios. "

She lets out a super high pitched giggle as she reaches into her messenger bag, grabbing a metal bottle, "Oh. I guess I'd better pour myself another cran-tini. I'm just kiddin'. It's hot chocolate."

Mr. Schue looks like he's ready to explode as the bell rings, "All right, remember, guys, oral reports Wednesday. April, Lia can I talk to you for a second?"