I angrily shoved my slushy soaked outfit into my locker and looked up to see Cameron doing the same. He handed me his wipe for his glasses so I could clean mine. We had been reading the list of all the Homecoming king and queen hopefuls when some jocks hit us in the face with slushies.

"I'm so sick of this," Cameron said, slamming his locker shut. I did the same.

"Agreed." I crossed my arms and we walked down the hallway. "What's their deal, anyways?" I ran through my red locks with a brush.

"Maybe they're jealous," Cameron suggested, "While their football team hasn't won anything in years, Glee Club is the best in the country, I'm in an awesome band, and you're the star of the volleyball team!" I blushed. "It's true!" he said, punching me lightly and making me I laughed.

"So," I said, walking through the door of the auditorium, "What songs did you think of?" We walked down the steps.

"I Gotta Feeling," he said, "And Just Dance."

"Nice," I said, climbing on stage. Damian, Lindsay, Hannah, Em, Bryce, and Matheus were already there doing some vocal drills. "I'm suggesting a tribute to MJ."

"Michael Jackson?"

"The one and only," I said, laughing. He nodded and we began joining the other in exercises. Soon everyone, including Mr. Schue, showed up.

He clapped his hands together. "Lock down time!" We all cheered. "Your parents will be showing up later with your sleeping bags, tooth brushes, and a change of clothes, etc." Everyone nodded except for me. I walked up to Mr. Schue but he knew what I was worried about before I said anything. "Mrs. McGinty assured me she'd take care of your things." I nodded, smiled and went back to Lindsay, Damian, Cameron, Mick, and Sam.

A few parents trickled in around 5:30. Cameron's sister, Cecil, walked in and handed him his bag. She seemed really sweet and funny. Bryce and Mick's mom walked in and hugged them, she was apparently going on a business trip that night. Samuel's mom walked in, she gave him his bags. Samuel had to bend down to kiss her cheek. Mick and I awwwed at them.

Mr. McGinty walked in, arms full of bags. He smiled at me and handed me a green bag with a couple of articles of clothes folded neatly. He also handed me a green blanket. "I couldn't find a sleeping bag," he said in his thick Irish accent. It was more prominent than Damian's. "Your father's nurse suggested the blanket."

"Oh," I laughed, "Thanks. This'll work fine." He nodded, waved goodbye and left. I watched his retreating dark-haired, pale skinned form retreat. Damian and he were complete look-a-likes.

When we all had our things and had picked our spots (boys on one side of the stage and girls on the other) Mr. Schue stood and began talking. "Alright, guys," he said, clapping his hands together, "Suggestions!"

Lindsay raised her hand. "Mr. Schuester," she said, standing up, "I have compiled a list of songs that focus heavily on all of us and the strongest singers, too." He nodded and Lindsay began spouting out around fifty songs off her list. We all checked out and began making faces at each other. Bryce and I had a competition on who could make the weirdest one.

"Okay," Mr. Schue said when she finished, "Who else has an idea?"

I raised my hand. "I think we should do Michael Jackson," I said from my position on the floor.

He nodded in consideration. "Alright, who else?" We all continued listing off song names until we finally decided. When the songs were decided on, we came up with choreography and who sang what. Then Mr. Schue let us go outside for a break then we'd come back and run through the whole thing.

We all rushed outside and ran around the fountain. Lindsay suggested we play hide and seek tag and volunteered Cameron to be "it" first. He covered his glasses with his hands and counted to fifty. I climbed into a tree and looked down at all my peers.

Damian and Hannah hid on the side of the building behind the bushes. The monkey who is Mick climbed up the gutter, opened a window, and sat on the ledge. I wondered how she'd never broken anything or even gotten stitches. Lindsay hid behind a tree. Samuel crouched down against the wall under McKynleigh, ready to catch her at any given moment. Ellis and Matheus used their sizes to the advantages to hide under benches. Bryce and Em hid in the entrance way of McKinley. Alex, too cool for such childish games, leaned against the side of the building. Cameron finished his countdown and opened his eyes.

He found Lindsay first and she took off running. I hopped out of my tree and watched her carefully, making sure she didn't fall. Her baby bump was much more prominent now that she was around seven months along. It was hard to believe that in two months there'd be a baby Lindsay running around. I wasn't sure that it was a beautiful or disturbing thought.

He grabbed her around the middle. His hands lingered on the bump. For a month or so Cameron had acted as a surrogate father to baby-Lindsay. I admired him for it. He rested his chin on her shoulder. She even moved into the Mitchell household when her father kicked her out, using the old blame-the-victim-method. They took her in with open arms.

Mr. Schue called us back inside, making us groan. We took to the stage and began practicing for another two hours until we were all unbelievably tired. He sent us all to bed. We all looked at him appreciatively.

Lindsay, Mick, and I climbed up the stairs and onto a platform the theatre club was using for Romeo and Juliet's balcony scene. I wrapped myself into my green blanket but Mick had the bright idea to zip her and Lindsay's sleeping bags together so we'd all be comfortable. Mick, the camping genius, went to work, obviously having experience in the matter. "Once, Bryce, my older brother Chris, and I went camping in the winter. We got so cold Chris made us all sleep in two sleeping bags all together," she explained, finishing her work, "He taught me how."

We all climbed in and got cozy. We all started talking about the number for sectionals but soon Lindsay changed the subject. "I found a family," she told us, "To take the baby one he or she's born."

"That's great, Lindsay," Mick said, "Who are they?"

Lindsay sat up and grabbed her purse. She pulled a picture out of her leather wallet. "Their names are Stephen and Lucas Jones," she said pointing at a picture of two tall men with their arms wrapped around Lindsay's shoulders, "They're the sweetest guys ever. They've paid for all the doctor's visits, all the necessary vitamins, and even my maternity clothes." We smiled at her and the picture.

One was a black man with a bald head and a black suit on. The other was Asian looking with thick dark hair and a white button up shirt on, a loose red tie was around his neck. Lindsay was smiling brightly in between them. They all had their arms around each other.

Mr. Schue turned off the stage lights, making Lindsay put away her picture. Despite the fact we couldn't see each other, we talked in low voices for a couple hours. I was the first to fall asleep.