I was walking down the halls and it seemed like every single glee club member had a call going on, more specifically, the same call. Me being the curious person I am I decided to eavesdrop on what ever I could.
"Hey. She's onto it."Mercedes spoke first, giving me proof that something is definitely going on.
"I know. It's really freaking me out. Hold up, Artie's buzzing in. I'm going party line." Why is Tina speaking to Mercedes on the phone when they are literally walking next to each other. "Kurt wants in."
"I say we lock Rachel up until after sectionals. I volunteer my basement." Kurt continued the conversation right next to Tina, perhaps their speaking to the rest of the glee club, without Rachel of coarse considering the topic.
"We can't. We need her to sing." Mercedes countered and sighed in defeat.
"Damn her talent." The truest of words by Kurt the Frog, and yes, I have a nickname for him as well. I have a nickname for everyone. There was a small pause, probably the others speaking, before Kurt piped in once more. " To get back at Puck. Aren't you guys dating?"
To get back at Puck? Is this about Puck and Quinn's baby? Everyone thinks it's Fin but it's obviously Puck. Quin gives it away with all the secret looks and just the way she acts around the two. Although it seems like Rachel is catching on, not a good thing.
"Hold up. Rachel's walking by," I paused and pretended to talk on my own phone so I wouldn't be noticed as Rachel comes up, " Hey, hot mama! She's gone. Look, I know I screwed up telling all you guys about Quinn and Puck, and I feel really terrible about it, but we cannot let Rachel figure this out. If she tells Finn, he's going to flip."
'I knew it. Of course it's the baby drama. What else could it be? Rachel's secret love for Fin that isn't much of a secret? Nope.' I snapped out of my "inner dialogue" when Kurt carried on with the conversation.
"And then, we really have no chance at sectionals." I mean, he's not wrong... Once Rachel flips she won't be able to focus. Also because she is a child. And I mean that as an insult.
She would avoid everyone, blow up at the smallest things, and her crush on Fin would make it so much worse. Not to mention the fact she's a blabbermouth, she would tell Fin about the truth in a heartbeat.
Then Fin would quit, Puck might quit, Quinn will become even more unstable then she already is, etc. In short, it's a mess.
Later on in the day I was on my way to the choir room and about ten steps I could hear fighting. And you know what I did? I didn't help if that's what you're thinking, I don't want the drama. I turned around and walked away. I'll just find something else to do.
It was probably about time to go home anyway, not that I had anything to do other than watch netflix or practice sports... I was about to start jogging when I saw Mr. Schue, Ms. Pillsbury, and...Jacob? You know what, maybe I'll just eavesdrop again, it worked before.
"So, the competition starts at 11:00." He sounded anxious, is he not going? Oh, right, the mattress incident, Kurt told me about that. I guess I forgot.
" Right." Emma spoke, Ms. Pillsbury is too long.
"I'll have my cell phone on."
"I know. You already told me. Three times. And you wrote it down." Ah, I see, Emma is bringing everyone to sectionals.
"Reporting for duty, Mr. Schuester. I have to tell you, I get terrible public event anxiety." Jacob had finally walked all though up to the two adults, and he probably wasn't wearing deodorant.
"You know what, Jacob? It's okay. We just need a 12th member. All right, so, um, just sway in back. You don't even have to sing." Emma suggested so I made my way too them.
" Or, even better, don't go at all. I can fill in his spot if all you need is twelve people. Besides, I already know the glee club and Jacob is nasty." I heard a small 'Rude!' behind me as I turned to talk to Emma mid sentence.
"Bridget, that works perfectly, thank you." I gave Shuester a smile, him looking as if he nearly dodged a bullet.
" Great."
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"Okay. So, smooth sailing so far, we're all signed in and, um, according to the program, you have drawn perform-"
Everyone was in the large waiting room but I could hardly pay attention, why? I hate the dresses. That's it. I despise the dress. First of all, it's a simple knee length black dress with a red ribbon across the waist, how boring. Second of all, the material was scratchy on the inside. And third, I don't wear dresses, if I did, I'd want it to be more dramatic, like a loose fitting slit dress or a poofy high low dress with a lot of sparkles. If I do something girly I would prefer it to be something more...interesting.
"-Then everyone has to measure up to us, and if we're last, then we're freshest in the judges' minds." Wait, what did Rachel say? When are we performing? Ah crap I did it again didn't I.
"And did you ever get any of those parts?" Kurt didn't look to excited, then again I wasn't exactly thrilled either.
"I'm with Rachel on this. The glass is definitely half full of some very good things right now." Of course you think that, your you!
"Yeah, Ms. Pillsbury's right. I mean, we're here now, right? No reason not to go in with some positive mojo." Okay, so maybe it was good but I'm getting some really bad vibes here. Then the speaker turned on.
"Give a hand to the JANE ADDAMS SHOW CHOIR!" We sat there for a long time as "And I Am Telling You I'm Not Going" and "Proud Mary" were sung by their group.
Rachel turned to Mercedes," It's a really popular song."
Crap.
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There was an emergency meeting in the green room but I couldn't pay attention, not even a little bit. I've never sang in front of a crowd before, and even if they aren't looking directly at me there will be at least a few people who are judging each and every one of us.
This isn't anything like the attention in basketball because I've done basketball for years! I knew what I was doing, and I knew I was doing good! I barely sing at all, and I've never been to a competition for singing. I just know I'm going to mess up, a voice crack, trip in front of everyone, maybe even fall of the stage.
As these thoughts raced through my head the actual Glee club members were trying to solve something, but I was in a corner with my knees pulled up. No, no I can do this. I just have to think of the worst, most embarrassing thing that I have ever done.
The time I went to the pep rally my girlfriend was in, makeup the colors of our school, and a giant, coming out, sign telling everyone I was a lesbian. Of course I only did it because my girlfriend said we couldn't be together unless I was proud of who I was and showed it off. But at the end of the event she broke up with me in front of everyone. She told everyone she was just using me, she also said she never even loved me in the first place, and that not being straight was a terrible thing and it made me disgusting.
It's a lot, I know, and I hate myself for being taken advantage like that. But hey, at least being judged on stage doesn't sound that bad anymore. I stood up, leaving my pity party to see Fin there. Wait, FIn? Didn't he stay at the school?
"You okay?" Rachel spoke but before she could say more I butted in.
" Fin? When did you get here? Why are you here? Was I really zoning out this whole time? What's going on?"
Basically it was an anime sweatdrop moment. Them looking at me as if I were crazy. I just sat down on a couch, now uncomfy and feeling a bit awkward.
"Don't worry about me. Okay, this is all up to you now. You wanted the solo, you wanted the chance to be the star. This is your chance. Don't screw it up." Fin told Rachel after a bit of a pause and everyone moved to go rehearse when I finally noticed the sheet music next to me. I picked it up and followed Mike, Brittany, Santana, and Matt. A bit later I noticed it was more dancing than singing with this group and I sighed in relief, gaining a few odd looks.
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Bridget Holiday (Glee)
Fanfiction*DISCONTINUED* Bridget Holiday is Holly's daughter that has been going to school in another country because when Holly had to move again she didn't have enough money to pay for a different school. So on the first day of high school, Bridget came for...
