The Quarterback's Bestfriend

100

Since the funeral, I have gone to extraordinary measures to fulfill Finn's dream of getting the Army to reconsider his father's discharge status.
Between constantly petitioning the Army, physical therapy, grief counseling Mr. Schue forced me to go too, and the classes I've been taking at the Junior College, I haven't seen much of anyone and the Glee memorial was only five weeks ago.

Once again I come back to McKinley but this time it's to memorialize the Glee Club because as of the New Directions taking second at Nationals, Sue Sylvester finally won and Glee is no longer.

Walking into the choir room, I see a face I haven't seen since Mr. Schuester's almost wedding in February, "Quinn! It's been so long. You look amazing!"

Yale really suited her, like the Philadelphia Elite was made for her. She looked me up and down as well, "So do you. You're getting around good on that leg of yours."

I smiled at her then looked down at my leg, that no longer needs the brace, and the scars that are displayed on my left leg. Most days, I can't even look at it without hating myself or the Army, then there are other days where I look at it and I'm grateful that's the only thing that happened because it could have been a lot worse. "Thanks. A lot of therapy and they say I'm going to always have a slight limp but I've made a full recovery or as full as I'm ever going to get."

"That's amazing. I'm so proud of you," she compliments before taking her seat in the front row. I smile at her, taking the seat by Tina and one of the sophomores, Marley.

Rachel and Mercedes race each other to the "Rachel Chair", as Mercedes and I used to call it, Rachel beating her by a half a second, resulting in a stare down. Kurt leans over, hissing, "Greet each other."

Mercedes folds her hands in front of her, "Hello, Rachel. I am so happy to hear about all of your success."

"Oh, thank you so much, Mercedes. And you are looking well," Berry plainly replies.

Mercedes straightens out her jacket, "Thank you. Now if you'll excuse me, I'll make my way to the back of the bus."

When Mr. Schue walked in Puck, in his formal dress uniform, asks, "Hey, could I get Finn's plaque when we clear this place out?"

Mr. Schue shakes his head no at the Private, "The plaque stays here. Lillian and Finn belong here at McKinley. It means so much to me that so many of you came back on such short notice to celebrate the past few years to sit in this room one last time and sing. Your assignment is to sing one of the songs we sang in here but reinvented in some way. Way back in the old days when I started the Glee Club I would give an assignment, and then I would- I would give a little demonstration of what I was looking for."

Cheers erupted from Alumni and current New Directions alike. Santana snickers, "Yeah! See, you all cheer now, but just wait till he starts rapping."

"Okay, no hip-hop today, Santana. However, I have asked a very special person to come join me. It seemed appropriate since her contributions helped save the Glee Club or, at least, the auditorium way back when. Please welcome, all the way from Broadway Miss April Rhodes."

"Hey, y'all!" The short blonde bounces in. We haven't seen her since Junior year during Rumors week.

Tina leans into Marley, "She once taught me how to shoplift meat in my vagina."

We're all around the piano with champagne and plastic champagne flutes, listening to April talk her usual nonsense, "Right? So, Mr. Moneybags says to me- He says, "April Rhodes you sing like an angel and make love like a tiger. But the old ball and chain's got your number. So I'm afraid I gots to set you loose. " So you know what he did? He bought me an island! That's right. I own my own island in the Caribbean called Santa Aprilrodeo. It's not war-torn or filled with landslides or got destitute locals in it. Just me and my manservant Kadeem with long, sensuous nights full of home-brewed poi and intimate massage."