i sat in spanish class absentmindedly copying quinn's paper.

"you know spanish better than i do, stevie. tell me again why you're copying me?" quinn asked.

"oh, fabray. you know if i do too well mr. schue might make me take spanish three."

"oh so you're copying me cause i'm bad?" she laughed.

"precisely."

"if you weren't finn's best friend i swear." she shook her head.

"well it's a good thing i always will be."

❁

"hey, what'd i miss in glee yesterday?" i asked mercedes in chemistry.

"oh, well, ms. sylvester knows quinn is pregnant. but she didn't kick her off the team. i don't know, nothing really besides that." mercedes shrugged.

"wow. i feel bad."

"me too."

❁

i walked down the halls, just in time to see finn get slushee-d.

"what the fuck?" i walked up to finn.

quinn groaned and walked away from us.

"that could have been handled better. are you okay?" i asked finn.

"i've got corn syrup in my eye, stevie."

"i know," i pouted,"come on." i pulled him into the girls bathroom.

i wet paper towels and wiped off his face for him.

"we're gonna be late for glee. any chance we can do this in there?" he asked.

"course. if you got slushee-d though. what does that mean for me?" i asked as i wet more paper towels and started walking with him to the choir room.

"what do you mean?"

"if my best friend is getting slushee-d what would stop me from the same fate?"

"cause i'll kill anyone who does and i've made that clear to all those jerks." he shrugged.

i smiled.

"thank you. i'm sorry this happened to you."

"thanks." he sighed as we turned the corner and walked in.

quinn stood and walked up to us.

"hey. sorry i bailed. i freaked out. when i realized that you got slushee-d. it made me see that our social status and reputation as mckinley's power couple was in jeopardy."

"it's alright." finn shrugged.

but i could tell it wasn't.

"well, if you wanna help. i think these belong to you." i slapped the paper towels in her hands causing the water to splash on her and sat down next to mike.

mr. schue walked in and started in on sectionals and other things like that. then we got into mashups and before i knew it he was rapping.

kurt didn't seem to be enjoying himself but the rest of found it fun.

"all right. this weeks lesson is to find a good song to mash bust a move up with!" mr. schue smiled as he finished.

"yeah i'm not doing that." i laughed with mike as we left the room.

❁

i sat in IT with artie and tina talking about their mashup ideas, when suddenly finn came in the room.

thankfully our IT teacher was completely clueless and it didn't matter what we did.

he came and sat by me.

"to what do i owe the pleasure?" i turned to him.

"i need your help."

"with what?"

"coach put a practice on thursday at 3:30. and i have to decide if i'm gonna do football or glee." he said.

"well, i know what you wanna do. but i think also know what you're gonna do. and those are two different things." i said grimly.

"tell me." he rested his elbow on the table and propped his head on it.

"i think...that you love glee and you love the way it makes you feel. and you would give up football in a heartbeat for it," i could see him start to protest before i could finish so i cut him off to continue,"if this were a perfect world. but it's not and we both know that. i know you're gonna pick football."

"you think i should?" he looked up at me.

"i didn't say that. i said that's what you're gonna pick. because as much as you hate to admit it, you're just as susceptible to this school's hierarchy clutches as everyone else. you care what they think, you don't like slushees unless you're drinking them, and you wanna stay the number one guy. it's just how it is."

"susceptible?" he questioned.

"you're weak to it."

"how do you know what i'm thinking before i've even told you?" he sighed.

"because i know you."

"the rest of the club isn't gonna see it how you do. you get that i wanna do the right thing...but it's not that simple."

"they aren't gonna understand. and i honestly don't think they have to. if you're gonna do something like this, they have every right to be upset with you." i shrugged.

"i don't want them to be."

"i know you don't. but if that's the decision you're gonna make, which i have a real feeling it is, they're going to be."

"i don't know if i'm gonna prove you wrong."

"well i really hope you do. i joined for you."

"i-i know."

"well i hope you can live with the decision."

"thank you. for helping me, you know. you always know what to say." he lightly grabbed my hand and swung it around.

i felt a pang in my heart.

"of course. i'm all knowing. especially when it comes to you."

"yeah...why is that?"

"cause you're a simple guy." i laughed.

"is that a bad thing?"

"i don't think so."