I remember the first fateful words.
"You need to try out for cheerleading."
"Finn." I say "You're not asking me to join the Cheerios."
"Yes, I am." Finn says.
"Oh. My. God." I say.
"What?" He asks me.
"You want me to bond with Quinn or something, and improve your rep, get the annoying little sister who doesn't do anything off your back, huh?" My brother is so, incredibly annoying.
"Just try out, okay?" he says.
"Finn, you are basically asking Eeyore to smile. Or asking an angel to fall in love with the devil."
"Come on Emily, just once, for me?" he says.
"Like I would do anything for you."
Then I hear Figgins on the intercom.
"Would Emily Hudson please report to Mr. Schu's classroom."
"Saved by Figgins." Which, I do not get to say a lot.
"Emily," Mr. Schu says "You are failing Spanish."
"Yes Mr. Schu, I am aware." I say.
"If you wouldn't fail Spanish…" he says.
"Then I would be saved from a forever grounding from my mother."
"If you join Glee, you wouldn't have to fail Spanish."
"Any other options?" I wince.
"Detention for 4 weeks, or failing." he says.
Detention was filled with Mohawk wearing spud heads (there is a better word for this) So the obvious choice would be…
"I'll join Glee."
