Take Me Or Leave Me

Yearbook Drama

"Where's Rachel?" Kurt asked as we all stood by the piano with old yearbooks in front of us.

"She's not here yet." Finn said.

"Perfect. Glee club stands on a delicate precipice. We have all felt the cold humiliation of a slushie in the face. But as of right now, our relative anonymity as a club shields us from more severe persecution: swirlies, patriotic wedgie-" Kurt began to list.

"What's a patriotic wedgie?" Mercedes asked.

"It's when they hoist you up the flag pole by your undies."

"Strangely, it did make me feel more American." Artie added.

"Based on my investigation, I am of the opinion that a yearbook photo would only fuel the flames of anti-glee-club terror. I've done a little library research. Peter Gellar. Glee club second tenor, 1998. He can be seen here with both a drawn on Hitler mustache and rice paddy hat. Shortly after the yearbook came out, Mr. Geller had a nervous breakdown. He is now the homeless man who sleeps in front of the public library." Kurt told us.

"Patches?" Quinn asked.

"Patches."

"He barks at my mom."Brittany commented.

"Exhibit B: Tawny Peterson, glee club class of 2000, seen here in her photo with a cartoon knife stuck in her head, in a macabre tableau that, in four years would prove eerily prescient. I think I speak for all of us when I say that not having to pose for a yearbook photo might be a blessing in disguise. I suggest not fighting Figgins' ruling." Kurt explained when Mr Schue came in.

"Oh, hey, guys. Ah, looking at old Thunderclaps?"

"It's really unsettling."Artie said.

"And totally unfair. Hey, can I borrow one of these?" He took a book from Kurt. "You know what? This year's thunderclap is going to have a glee club photo with every one of your smiling faces. You have my word on it." And with that, Mr Schuester left leaving us all with uneasy looks on our faces.
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"Hey, guys! Great news! Glee club gets a photo in the thunderclap." We replied with fake cheer as we were all in the choir room. "Yep. It's going to show everyone at the school that glee club is on its way up. When we win regionals, those claps are going to be collector's items. I mean, all of your classmates are going to be begging for your autographs. But, I had to compromise to do it. Um, we only get a quarter page in back. Which means we have to pick two team captains to appear in the photo. So, tomorrow we're going to put it to a vote! Exciting, huh?" Again, fake cheer. "All right!"

The bell rang telling everyone to leave, which they all did, apart from Santana and me.

"Hey, can we talk real quick?" She asked as everyone left, leaving just us to.

"Sure, just as long as you don't ruin your holy rep." I said sarcastically not looking at her.

"Why are you getting so upset about this?"

"Because..." I began, finally looking at her. "Because Santana, you are important to me. I know we don't have any labels but you are and always will be my first kiss, I might not count it later in life but right now I'm still trying to get my head around the fact that someone is kissing me and who knows, maybe you'll be the only one. And I hurts that you just cast me away in the day until you need a snog, then you notice me." I finished with tear fulled eyes.

"Hey, Meg, listen." She told me, holding my shoulders. "I'm sorry. I really am. I didn't know how much this was bothering you. From now on, you and me will be friends at school and make out buddies in private."

"Really?" I asked wiping away my tears.

"I promise." She smiled.

"Thanks Santana, this is really nice. But I do have one more thing I want to say."