METANOIA. glee.

4. "preggers"

"so you're apart of that glee club now?" my mom asks during breakfast. i stop eating and look up at her. "yeah? is that a problem?" i say, and she sighs. "no, no! i was a part of the glee club when i was in high school, i'm really glad you're stepping out of your comfort zone! you've always had such a beautiful voice." i wonder if she was in glee club with mr. schue. i hear a car beep outside. "thanks mom. um, i gotta go. i got a ride." before she can answer, i grab my bag and head out the door.

kurt's waiting outside with his car, smiling. mercedes is sitting in the passengers seat. "get in girl!" mercedes says, as i run up to car. i get in. "kurt i can't believe your dad let you use your car again." he looks at me from the mirror. "i told him i needed to pick up some friends and he allowed it. but only because i said they were 'on the football team'." kurt recently came out to me when we were having a sleepover with mercedes. he hasn't come out to anyone else, but i'm hoping he will soon. i'm sure mckinley high wont be accepting as mercedes and i, but i know glee club would accept him.

we get to school and i head into my first block. puck sits down beside me. i roll my eyes. "what do you want from me?" he scoots his chair closer. "your body. you're one of the only girls at this school i haven't-" i feel like throwing up. what is wrong with this dude? "hey man, back off. leave her alone." finn says, sitting in the seat behind me. puck gives me a look, and leaves to find another girl to bother. i turn to finn and sigh. "thank you for that, i can't stand him sometimes." he laughs a bit. "me either." we spend the rest of that block talking, even though the teacher keeps giving us side glares. i continue my day like normal. honestly, glee club is the best part of my day. i sit with them at lunch, we hang out after school. i finally feel like i have some real friends.

i'm at my locker when someone closes it. "hey what are you-" quinn hugs me and starts crying. i hold her for awhile as she cries. "quinn- quinn what's wrong?" i'm seriously worried. quinn was one of the only nice girls to me when i joined cheerios. yeah, i know. why i joined, i don't know. popularity? wanting to just blend in? anyways, once i joined every girl either made fun of my form, or me in general. except quinn. she actually helped me get better, and convinced me to join dance classes with her. the cheerios became too much and i quit, but i still do dance classes with quinn. "god, i screwed up ivy. i screwed up." she says into my chest. "screwed up how?" she finally looks up at me, eyes puffy. "you won't say anything, you swear?" i nod slowly. "i'm pregnant." my mouth opens, but no words come out.

i compose myself and find the words to say. "quinn, oh my god. does anyone else know?" she shakes her head. "well, i'm here for you. if you anything at all you can come to me. literally anything." i wipe the tears from her eyes. "thank you ivy. you're a good friend."
"it's no problem. how do you feel about it?" i ask as we start walking. "honestly? strange. i want to keep the baby, i think." "do whatever you want. it's your choice! don't feel any pressure to make the decision right now." i say as we walk into glee club.

we separate to our groups, me with mercedes, tina and artie and her with the cheerios. mr. schue hands out our new song that we'll be working on.

"excuse me, this isn't the right key." rachel blurts out. "no, it's actually the right key." mr. schue answers. "no, no, this is the alto part." she retaliates "yep. tina's doing the solo." everyone's eyes turn to tina and she awkwardly smiles. i'm so happy for her! its about time someone other then rachel gets the solo. "i'm sorry, there must be some sort of mix up. i thought I made it very clear that anything from "West Side Story" goes to me. maria is my part! natalie wood was a jew, you know. i've had a very deep, personal connection to this role since the age of one." i just want to tell rachel to shut up right now. "well, i'm trying to shake things up a bit. get us out of our boxes." i feel bad for mr. schue. he has to deal with rachel complaining all the time. "you're trying to punish me." " i think you're being irrational." "i think you're being unfair!" they argue back and forth.