Her Warbler

30

Regionals was this week. Nobody could be more nervous than I am. I was not sure whether or not I was ready for another competition. I know the warblers cheated but ever since Sectionals, it has shaken our team confidence up. We are at Regionals because of a technicality not because we won.

I made my way to the choir room. I was nervous. Everyone seemed to be on edge too. It was like everyone was making some sort of character difference for themselves. It was weird.

"It's finally here. Regionals. Yeah! That's right! I just found out, because of safety concerns related to late-season tornados, Indianapolis has declined to host the competition. So! As defending champions, we're having regionals here, in our auditorium. Did you hear that? Yes! Home court advantage, yo! Now, because of a sexting scandal at Our Lady of Perpetual Loneliness, their glee club, the Nun touchables, has been excommunicated by the new pope. They've been replaced by the world-famous boys of Ziegler Prep, the Waffle-toots. Like cake farts? They're very good. The Hoosierdaddies are still the odds-on favorite. I mean, their lead vocalist, Frida Romero, is a tiny juggernaut of talent. We are in for the fight of our lives. So let's get real." Mr. Schuester clapped. "There comes a moment in every performer's life that defines him or her, sometimes for the rest of their career. This is our moment. We've struggled, we've endured, and now we must triumph. And speaking of that, I want us all to just take a moment to send some positive energy to one of our very own.
She has her final callback for Funny Girl today. Rachel Berry." We all paused. Rachel deserves this more than anything. "So, let's all give a big round of applause to Rachel, wherever she is." Mr. Schuester explained. We all clapped.

Then, I walked out with Blaine and Sam. "You can only do this once, so it-it has to be perfect. It has to be, you know, special." Blaine began.

"Are you actually talking about a marriage proposal?" I asked.

"Dude, we're in high school. You're not ready to get married, and I'm not letting you." Sam argues.

"Well, I'm not asking for your permission.I'm already gonna do it. What I'm asking for is your help about how to do this. From my best friends." He looked at both of us.

"Okay. Then, as one of your best friend, I need to remind you that just a few weeks ago, you were totally confused. You didn't even know where Kurt stood with this Adam guy." Sam began.

"Well, I don't remember you being this introspective when you were asking Brittany to marry you." I pointed out.

"One, I don't even know what that means, and two, we thought the world was ending. And when we realized it wasn't I regretted it." Sam defended.

"Will you listen to yourself?" Blaine started. "You sound exactly like the rest of the world, saying that 'it's not time yet.' Well, you know what? People like me have been hearing that for hundreds and hundreds of years. This is happening. I am gonna ask Kurt to marry me. And not only are you one of my best friends, but I was kind of hoping that you would be my best man. So let me know if you, uh, change your mind." Blaine snaps at Sam.

"You know what? Someone has to do the right thing here." Sam smiles and agreed. I pat Sam on the shoulder. I'm all for Blaine getting married if both him and Kurt are ready for what will face them as a young married couple.

The next day in the choir room, Brittany through some sort of tantrum which was a little weird in my opinion. She's normally not like this. Something was up. I'm so relieved that I don't have a solo this competition. It put less pressure on my shoulders.

I walked out of glee rehearsals. As the day went by, I walked out of my class and met up with Marley.

"Hey, can we talk? Why don't you just text me?" Marley saw Ryder and ran up to him. "I know it was wrong and I know you're hurt, but you're taking it out on everyone, and that's not fair. We need you for regionals!" She begged as Ryder ignored her.