Choir Room

Tuesday after lunch

"I feel like a mime," said Artie tugging on the his shirt. They were all wearing mime-like shirts, and a beret from Kurt's collection.

Kurt and Rachel were in the center of the room, Rachel doing her vocal warm ups as Kurt fixed her skirt. He was glad that the Cheerio's had made Rachel not talk to Finn for the week maybe he had a chance with her.

"Thanks Kurt," she said.

"What are bond partner's for right?" he asked before kissing her. Unlike her few kisses with Finn this one set a fire in her belly, she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed back fully. Weather it was the bond or not she couldn't bring herself to care.

"They're here," called Santana coming back from the window. Kurt was glad she did because his stomach was heaving.
"Philippe! Bienvenue a McKinley High!" Cried Mr. Schue hugging the man wearing glasses and who, in Kurt's opinion, looked like a J. Crew model, if they had that in France. "Everyone this is M. Philippe Renaud and his Glee Club from Lyon. Philippe this is Finn, Quinn, Puck, Artie , Matt, Mike, Tina, Santana, Brittany, and our one bonded couple, Kurt and Rachel,"

"Bonjour," said Kurt, holding Rachel in a possessive hold. He gave all of them the 'back off she's mine' look and all the Lyon kids backed up, in fright and awe. The one Soulia in the group, the one with Taylor Swift curls surrounding her slim upper body which made the boys lean forward, nodded in respect of the bond.

M Ranaud nodded and said, with a heavy French accent that made most of the girls swoon. "This is the Lycée de Lyon Chorale, or as you say, Glee Club: Jean-Paul, Celeste, Rielle, Gerard, Angelique, Marc, Claire, Nicholas, Aimee and Sophie."

"I'm glad you're all here. I'm sure it'll be a learning experience for us all." Mr. Schue said looking at both groups.

The New Directions performance of Lady Marmalade started fabulously until one by one they all, except Rachel, ran out of the room clutching his or her stomach or mouth. Rachel finally collapsed as well, the bond telling her what was wrong, with sharp stomach pains and the sudden need to puke.

"Rachel," Mr. Schue said rushing to pick her up and sit her down on a step. "Do you know what's wrong with everyone?"

"I can't speak for everyone," she said. "But Kurt is violently sick to his stomach. I should find him and take him home."

"The Mexican food," He guessed. He knew the queso was a bad idea.

She nodded and stood up. Leaving the room she waved at the French kids with a smile and said "Au Voir."

After a few minutes of searching she found him in the shared bathroom of the class room they used all day, puking his poor stomach raw. "Oh, Honey," she cooed moving to rub his back. "C'mon let's get you home."

Glee

Kurt's room an hour later

Rachel stepped back into the room after refilling his 7-Up cup. He looked awful, paler than usual and he had dry heaved his throat raw. His hair was mussed, and his pj's were creased. "Feel any better?" she asked.

"No," he rasped. " Good first impression huh?"

She laughed. "Not really. I see you were quite possessive in there mister." She laid next to him and snuggled into his chest.

"They need to know you're mine," he said. "No French speaking teacher or his lackeys are stealing you from me we are getting married, having three kids and be together on Broadway."

"Three?"

"The Holy Goddess has told me," he whispered holding her close and falling asleep.

Rachel smiled as she watched and she hoped the rest of the week would ride smooth.