Unlikely Star

Big Brother

After seeing Quinn's car crash wreckage, I wasn't sure what to do. Should I follow the ambulance to the hospital? But they will probably only let her family into the hospital. Then does that mean I should go back to the courthouse? But everyone's either going to be leaving or freaking out about what to do. I luckily still had Sam on the phone, so I tried to figure out what they were going to do. "Sam, what's going on? Like should I even come to the courthouse, or head home? What's the plan?"

"Sorry, Rachel just got off the phone with Quinn's mom. You were right, it was Quinn. Rachel and Finn walked off into a separate room and are trying to figure out what to do. Their parents are trying to convince them to not go through with it, especially since one of her bridesmaids was in a car accident."

"I need to know what to do. I need to know if I should turn my car around now."

"Wait, Rachel and Finn are back. Let me put you on speaker so you can hear."

"Sam, I don't think the speaker feature has anything to do with volume..." but I heard him click the button, which made me need to stop talking. There was some murmuring from the other side of the phone.

"Alright guys, Rachel and I have decided that we all should probably head home and you know... think about things." Although Finn was usually good at speeches on the fly, he wasn't on his foot today. But I don't blame him. This had thrown us all for a loop. Quinn had just gotten into a car accident. I prayed to God she was going to be okay.

***

~I'm Still Standing (sung by Quinn Fabray and Artie Abrams)~

"Here's a lesson for your whiteboard Mr. Schue. Don't text and drive. Ever. It's the stupidest thing I've ever done. Besides sleeping with Puck." I began laughing out loud, but saw a death glare coming in my direction from Puck. "There's a lot of rumors floating around, so let's clear the air. First of all, all my plumbing still works, which is awesome. But my spine was severely compressed in the car accident, which basically means I can't use my legs or feet. But the good thing is that I'm starting to regain feeling, so with physical therapy and all your prayers, I stand a good chance at a full recovery. So no tears. That includes you Tina."

We all turned to Tina, who was looking down at her hands. I could see her eyes watering and Mike reach over to take her hand. "Oh, and I apologize for the number. My dance moves aren't as smooth as Artie's."

"With practice they will be."

"I promise that by the time we get to Nationals, I'll be out of this chair and dancing on that stage." We all began cheering at Quinn's bravery. I, with Sugar and Santana, walked over to Quinn to properly welcome her back. I hoped trying to seem okay and completely chill would help her feel like everything was back to normal again.

***

How on earth did Coach Sue become in charge of Boot Camp? I thought Mr. Schue hated her with his entire being. Also, why would Sue want to help the club she so desperately fought to destroy. "Five, six, seven, eight!" she yelled out.

I had no idea what we were supposed to do. There wasn't any music to dance to, so I just made up some in my head. But based on what I saw looking around, I wasn't the one who needed the dance lessons. Sam, next to me, just kept doing body roll after body roll. "What the hell are you doing?"

"A body roll. Signature move of White Chocolate."

"Who is White Chocolate?"

"You'll find out some way. Maybe not a conversation for right now."

Sue begged us all to stop dancing. "This is an embarrassment. Hey Mercedes, who are you texting?"

"No one, I'm donating to the Obama campaign..." Sue stormed over to her, grabbed her phone, and chucked it across the auditorium. "My droid!"