Teenage Dream (Blaine Anderson - Glee)

=Big Brother=

"As far as I'm aware, he's done a lot more in his career as a performer than you have, and he's only 17."

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Quinn was alive, and I couldn't have been happier. She was in a wheelchair, but hey, she was here. 

[I'm Still Standing by Elton John (sung by Quinn and Artie)]

We applauded Artie and Quinn loudly, so glad that she was happy, or at least cheerful.

"Here's a lesson for your board, Mr. Schue. Don't text and drive. Ever." Quinn said, making light of her situation. "It's the stupidest thing I've ever done. Besides sleeping with Puck. There's a lot a 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 move my feet or legs. But the good thing is that I'm starting t regain feeling, so with a lot of physical therapy, and your prayers, I stand a good chance for a full recovery. So no tears. That means you Tina, and you, Kara. I can see those tears brewing."

"I love you Quinny." I called out to her, with a thumbs up after wiping a stray tear away. She smiled softly back at me before continuing to speak.

"Oh, and I apologise for the the number. My dance moves aren't as smooth as Artie's yet." 

"With practice, they will be." Artie said, smiling encouragingly at Quinn.

"I promise that by the time we go to Nationals, I'll be out of this chair, and dancing on that stage." Quinn said, trying to inspire herself. Everyone clapped for her and I got out of my seat, running over to her. I hugged her tightly, she wrapped her arms around my waist and pulled me into her lap, making everyone chuckle as I squealed.

"I'll wheel you to class." She said, putting her hands down on the wheels as I wrapped my arms around her shoulders.

"Bye, guys!" I called out, waving as Quinn and I wheeled out, laughing.

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"I thought Booty Camp was over." I whispered to Blaine as the entire Glee Club danced together on the auditorium stage.

"Same." He said, slightly out of breath as he did a spin. I tried to copy him but tripped, making him laugh.

"Oh, go away." I said, chuckling as well and pushing gently on his arm.

"Stop! Please, stop!" Sue shouted over the megaphone. "This is an embarrassment. Hey, Mercedes. Who you texting?"

"I'm not texting anyone. I'm donating to the Obama campaign." She said unbelievably, Sue walked over to her, took the phone out of her hand and threw it across the auditorium. "My Droid!"

"Good news! I booked a tour at the Railroad Museum on Friday, which means we're gonna have an awesome Senior Ditch Day." Finn exclaimed,s trolling into the room, unaware of Sue's presence. He looked up from his phone and saw Sue, his smile immediately fading. "What is she doing here?"

"Hey, Granny Panties! I'm taking over Booty Camp!" She shouted at Finn, she then walked back to the front of the classroom and started yelling, pacing up and down. "You're out of shape, you're constantly late and when you're not too busy texting, you're complaining about the choreography you're too lazy to learn! You're nothing but a coven of tardy, narcissistic, bloated bags of cellulite who will stab each other in the back at the first glimpse of a solo in a competition hosted by a late-night horror movie host. Well, those days are over."

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Blaine and I walked down the corridor, hand-in-hand but Blaine's mind seem to be somewhere else. I squeezed his hand gently and he looked over at me.