Wednesday evening. Brittany and I have been rehearsing our dance routine for more than one week. But today, she seems a bit worried and I have to stop the rehearsal.
"What happens, Britt?"
"Mike… can I tell you something? If you promise you're not going to tell anyone."
"I… I lost Artie's magic comb," she says, with an expression of sadness. I don't have any idea what is she talking about.
"Hum… I'm sorry. Is that important to you?"
"Of course it is. It's important for the Glee club. It was our only chance to win. I'm the worst girlfriend, and the worst classmate, and the worst person ever. I always screw up with everything!" oh, no. She's crying. I sigh.
"Britt… come here," I hug her. "Don't say that. You're the sweetest friend I have. And you don't screw up things. Remember when we first met? It was my first day of kindergarten. My parents and I just moved from China, so I had a weird English. All of our classmates avoided me: they were afraid of me, because I was different. Do you remember what you did?"
"Just the same thing?"
"No. You saw me drawing dinosaurs. You told me "I love dinosaurs too," and you sat next to me. "I'm Brittany. What's your name?" you said. I told you my name. Then, you took my hand, leaded me to a circle of children and introduced me to everyone. That's a thing I couldn't ever do by myself."
"You have always been a shy kid," she laughed.
"What about Glee club? We were dating when you joined New Directions. We both loved to dance. We were all the time dancing together."
"You love to dance since we were children. We used to dance to kids songs when you came to play to my house."
"Oh, I remember that," I smile. "The thing is that you were the one who led me to join Glee club. I was afraid that people started to judge me. But you said it would be fun and we could dance like when we were younger. And I joined, just to be with you. And I couldn't be happier. So, don't you dare to say you always screw up thing, because you don't. You have taught me a lot, Britt. We'll find that comb after our rehearsal."
"Thanks, Mikey. I missed spend time with you," and then, she kisses me. It's not like I don't like it. I have missed her cherry lips for a long time, but I do love Tina and, right now, I'm not doing the right thing.
"Britt," I say, breaking the kiss. "We're doing the wrong thing. We shouldn't kiss; we just should… dance."
"Aren't we friends, Mikey?" she says, with sparky eyes,
"Come on… What we're doing it's called adultery."
"Adultery? What's that?"
"Hum… adultery is when you do something stupid; like losing a comb. That's the only stupid thing you have done in all your life, and we'll find it after rehearsing. But priority goes first, and we have to win!" Yes, I have lied her. But, after all, this should stay between us.