"Alright, guys! Who's ready for Nationals?" Mr. Schue's voice rang out through the crowded airport terminal. We shrieked our assent. At the glare of a security guard, our diverse group quieted down. New Directions had just arrived at the designated loading area, but the plane had yet to come. We all settled down in the oddly-shaped plastic chairs to wait.
Rachel flounced up. "I think we really have a shot, don't you, Finn? Of course you do! Confidence is one of the main necessities for being a star. Once, when I was in my kindergarden play, I was the lead, obviously, but I..." At this point, I managed to tune out what I could see was becoming another diva rant. That's is a talent I developed after about an hour of dating Rachel. She's great, but can get annoying. I decided to see what the others were doing by using the clever excuse of the bathroom.
Upon returning, I saw that Rachel had struck up a conversation with Kurt in my absence. Mercedes, having lost her partner in crime to my overly-cheery girlfriend, was plugged into her iPod. She sang along under her breath, and clearly wasn't interested in socializing. Tina and Artie were engrossed in a conversation about the best superhero. They had narrowed it down to Spiderman, WonderWoman (that was Tina's input), or Wheelchairicus (which is some hero from a comic only Artie has ever heard of). My vote was on Spiderman, but that wouldn't help their argument at all, so I moved on.
Brittany, Santana, and Quinn were all chatting in a little sorority-looking circle. From the few whispers I heard, It was about makeup, abs, or both. I wasn't interested. Puck, Mike, and Matt were close by, in a similar circle on the floor. They were talking about the Cheerios getting shorter skirts. After a comment by Puck, which was something along the lines of, "I don't think they should wear skirts at all," Quinn smacked him and muttered something about not wanting to be knocked up again. I decided to stay out of this one.
Having run out of people to stalk, I went over to see what Mr. Schue was doing. Even from afar, I could see he was attempting to flirt with Ms. Pillsbury. She was barely acknowledging his efforts, as she was sanitizing her chair furiously. I didn't really want to interrupt, so I went back to my seat and played on my PS3. I'd wanted to save the batteries for the plane, but whatever.
But before I knew it, my game shut off, totally dead. My PS3 was old, but it still held a good two hours. I looked at the clock and sighed. It had lasted two hours. So where was the plane?
As if reading my thoughts, the speaker system sounded from above our heads.
"Flight 2673, your flight has been canceled due to weather conditions. Please see our flight planner to..."
The rest of the message was drowned out in groans. That was our flight.
