Unlikely Star

On My Way

And just like that, Regionals was already here. We all had to move on from our exciting adventures during Valentine's Day and focus on beating the Warblers. We had been at each other throats' before, but never quite this violent. Both of us wanted that trophy, and we were going to do anything to get it. This included practically blinding someone on the other team with a slushie, or resorting to photoshop and blackmail (let it be known that only the Warblers had done that stuff).

Kurt and Rachel had shown us the picture Sebastian was threatening to release of Finn, which was utterly disgusting. I can't believe that's what we were resorting to as two show choir groups. I thought we were supposed to join these clubs to have fun, make new friends, and try something new.

Artie had told us about some hidden rule in the Ohio show choir rule book, but Mr. Schue shot down any attempt for actually holding Sebastian accountable for his actions. "Guys, I contacted the headmaster at Dalton."

"Like you did when Sebastian almost blinded me? What did they do then? Same thing as they're going to do now, nothing."

"Look, none of this matters anyways, okay? We're not going to let them beat us like this. I'm going to perform at Regionals."

"Even if he's going to post a photo like this of me if you do?"

"Finn, I'm not going to negotiate with terrorists." Okay, that was taking it a step too far.

"If someone posted a picture like that of me, I'd probably kill myself."

"Twice to be sure I was dead." I know Sugar and Rory were trying to be supportive, but their comments were not helping the situation right now. We could either humiliate Finn, but have one of our best singers perform. Or, not use Rachel but save Finn from eternal humiliation.

"Look, you guys are just going to have to deal with things like this. The more successful you get, the more garbage people are going to make up about you. They're going to tear down everything you love." This whole speech kind of made me regret joining the New Directions.

"I can't believe you would do that to me."

"I'm going to be married to you. Don't you think I'll suffer the consequences as well? I mean, I just don't care about stuff like that. I love you, and we'll manage this together. Okay, the important thing right now is that we win."

"So you wouldn't care if I photoshopped a photo of you like this and put it on the internet?" Uh-oh. Trouble in paradise.

"Look, our future depends on us winning Regionals. It'll help me towards my NYADA application."

"Hope you get in." Finn walked nonchalantly out of the choir room, throwing the photo down on the ground. What we need right now is not some of our most talented singers, fighting over their engagement. We needed to buckle down and focus up on how we were going to win Regionals.

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News of Karofsky's suicide attempt rocked the school. Once one person found out, it spread around like wildfire. Everyone was thinking back to all the times they interacted with him, if there was anything they could've done to help. I felt so bad because the last time I talked to him, I was yelling at him for being such a jerk and bully. And now, he was in a hospital bed.

Mr. Schue had called us into the auditorium for rehearsal today. When we walked in, he instructed us to all form a large circle, with a small jar of peanut butter in the center with one spoon laying on top. If this was some kind of new tradition Mr. Schue wanted to create, us all sharing a food, I would pass on that. "Mr. Schue, why is there a peanut butter jar and a single spoon here?" Mercedes practically read my mind.