Ballad
Here's what you missed last week, Quinn's pregnant, and Puck's the father, but everyone thinks it's Finn, except for Quinn's parents, who don't know anything. They just know that she's in the celibacy club. Also, Heather had a breakdown in the Cheerio's locker room, and ended crying into Mike's shoulder. And, That's what you missed on, GLEE !
"Ballad, from middle English bal-lad. Does anyone know what that means?" Mr. Schuster asked as he wrote the word on the whiteboard, Kurt and Rachel's hands flew into the air, "Yes, Kurt?"
"It's a male duck," Brittany said, completely serious.
"A ballad is a love song," Kurt said, dreamily, sneaking a glance at a certain football player.
"Sometimes, a ballad is a story set to song, and it doesn't have to be about love." Mr. Schuster said.
"The rules of competition state we have to perform a ballad at sectionals." Mr. Schuster said.
"It looks like my weekly letters to the Ohio show Chuir governing board has finally paid off," Rachel said from the back of the room, she turned to Puck, with wide eyes, obviously extremely proud of herself.
"So, to prepare for competition, you'll be paired up with a partner, and you have to sing a song to them, you have to make them feel your emotion!" Mr. Schuster said, placing a top hat on the piano.
"I pick Quinn." Finn said, while Quinn's head lay on his shoulder.
"Ohhh, no, too easy." Mr. Schue said, shaking his head, "Your partners will be Chusen by fate."
He walked back to the piano, and shook around the hat.
"I bet the ducks in the hat!" Brittany said, to Santana.
"But with Heather and Quinn, there's an uneven amount of people." Santana said.
"Well, I guess I should just put my name in there." Mr. Schuster said, writing his name on a slip of paper and putting it in the hat, "Okay, I put the names of all the kids in the front row, so, the kids in the back, just pick your partners." He said, with a smile on his face. Puck got up, and reached his hand into the hat.
"Mercedes?" Puck said, giving the rest of the club an exasperated look.
"Matt." Tina said, smiling not particularly affected by the quiet jock, they were friends just like the rest of the club.
"Quinn." Artie said, making Finn's smile instantaneously disappear.
"Brittany." Santana said, smiling, while whispers of 'not fair' rustled through the club.
"Kurt?" Finn said, "Mr. Schue, I don't think I can do this with another guy!"
"The fates have spoken, Finn." Mr. Schue said, shrugging his shoulders.
"Heather!" Mike smiled, when he was relieved of his worry that he'd have to sing a love song to Mr. Schuster. Heather smiled too, because singing to Mike would be extremely easy, because he already knew all her feelings.
"That means I get you, Mr. Schue," Rachel said, smiling.
"Hey, Mr. Schuster, what kind of songs do you want us to sing?"
"How about Mr. Schuster and I demonstrate. Brad, Endless Love, in B-flat, it's my favorite duet." Rachel demanded.
"Rachel, I don't think that's an appropriate song."
"Why? It's a great song and, a perfect ballad." Rachel said, obviously oblivious to why Mr. Schuster would deem that song, inappropriate.
"Yeah, I really like that song Mr. Schue." Finn smiled, still bitter after having to sing a love song to Kurt. And, before he could respond, Rachel was already smiling, and singing, and spinning around the piano; looking at Mr. Schuster with crazy eyes.
"Hey, Mike, when do you want to practice the ballad? Since we're doing that thing for Finn and Quinn, we won't get time tomorrow."
"Uh, how about, I come over before we go to practice for the benefit, and then we can just carpool there. It works out better, so I don't show up before you do at your dance practice."
"Yeah, that's cool. I have to talk to you about some stuff anyways." Heather said, before turning and walking out of the Chuir room.
Heather was sitting on her bed, listening to her iPod, and doing her Math homework, when her doorbell rang.
"I'm coming!" She yelled, quickly pulling her hair back, into a ponytail, and running down the stairs. She ran down the stairs, and opened the door, looking a little flustered, "Hey, Mike."
"Hey, Heather, nice sweats." He laughed, stepping into her house and pulling off his shoes. His guitar was strapped to his back.
"You play guitar?" Heather said, disregarding his comment about her horrible appearance.
"Is that really hard to believe?" He asked, wondering why every time he mentioned playing the guitar—that was people's reaction.
"No, it's just, you just kinda strike me as a dancer, not a singer, but then again, I play guitar, violin, piano, and the ukulele." Heather said, "and, you never play it during glee, I mean, usually Puck always plays the guitar, Finn has the drums, and Artie has bass, why don't you step up to the plate sometimes?"
"Well, because, that would draw attention to me, and with the rate that drama is spreading through glee club, I don't want attention."
"Ah, you heard about Babygate?"
"Well, Puck kinda already told me before he told Mercedes, then I heard from Mercedes, then from Quinn, and then from Tina, then from Matt, then from Kurt, then from Santana and Brittany, then from Artie, and Rachel doesn't even know, so she couldn't have told me."
"I see, you're kind of like the club's confidante, everyone trusts you, and so you're in on all the drama." Heather said, raising her eyebrows.
"Eh, it's 'cause I don't talk to them during glee. They all just automatically assume I never talk, and would have no one to tell, I've kinda been the same character all through school, the supportive best friend. And, I seem to always find people crying their eyes out, and then hear the story." Mike said, laughing when he realized, Heather was one of those stories, but she's different.
"Hah, good to know, I'm not the only person who's life lies in your hands."
"No, but you're one of the only people's story I really care about. I mean, everyone in Glee Club has someone to talk to, Matt's great and stuff, don't get me wrong, but he's always part of the crowd that gets in on the drama. He wants to be seen, I don't and, I think that's where we disconnect. It's 'cause he realizes that, when you seem confident, and self assured, you seem so much more attractive to the rest of the world. He wants to be part of the in-crowd. I'm just a passerby." Mike Chang was always a sideline player; He never got in the action, but was always there. He was the support of Glee Club, the backbone; if he was gone everything would have crumbled through a long time ago, Even if no one—including himself—realized it. "Sometimes, I wish I didn't know about anything, I just wish that I was as clueless as the rest of the club. I never asked to know that Kurt likes someone, or that Mercedes and Matt are head over heels for each other, but they're too stupid to see it! But, I care about them, and if someone you care about is upset, naturally, you want to make them feel better."
"Well, I kind of understand that, but, I don't think I'd ever understand having to hold that many secrets. If you weren't there, imagine what would happen."
"It's kinda a lot of pressure, you're fun to blow off steam with." Mike said, smiling, "It's cool, with you, 'cause you don't just talk to me when you're having issues, you're a real friend too, with everyone else, it's like we'll hang out in glee, and then they'll rant to me on AIM, and it's like, that's the end of it."
"Look, if you ever need anything, I'm right here. If you think I'm a real friend, I want to be a real friend, and we can take turns listening, not just talking. Just like today, with our songs," Heather said, cheerily.
"So, are you gonna sing Miserable at Best?" Mike said, recalling what Heather said while she was sobbing about her life into Mike.
"You remembered!" Heather said, smiling, remembering a picture that she just re-blogged on her tumblr. It was a word-graphic that read 'I want someone that will know little facts about me, 'cause they remember it when I tell them.'
"Well, if I person's crying into your chest, you should probably listen to them."
"And, that is precisely what makes you different from any guy I know." Heather said, leading
Mike up the steps, to her room, "So, what song did you pick?"
"You'll see," Mike said, mischievously.
"That's really sketchy," Heather said, sitting down on her bed, and patting the spot right next to her so Mike would sit.
"Did you just say sketchy?" Mike said, staring at her.
"Yes…Was I not supposed to?"
"No, it's just, I've never heard anybody—besides myself—say that word," Mike said, excited that someone used the same vocabulary he did.
"Oh, my older brother introduced it to me." Heather said.
"Ah, I bet he goes to college in Southern California." Mike smiled when Heather gave him a puzzled look.
"Yeah, he does. How'd you know?" Heather asked, her eyes widened, "Are you stalking my brother?"
"Nah, my sister goes to UCLA, and she uses the same vocabulary." Mike laughed at Heather's excitement.
"Oh, my brother goes to UCI."
"Cool, anyways, back to Glee club, whose singing first?" Mike said, pulling them back on topic.
"I think you should go first, because I still haven't heard you sing a solo yet."
"Well, you will, because we have to perform this is front of the whole club," Mike said, sighing heavily.
"You're such a wimp, Mike Chang." Heather said.
"It's not my fault I have an intense fear of performing, that's kinda why I joined glee in the first place."
"Well, get your crap together, Chang! Let's go!" Heather yelled, pushing Mike off the bed.
"God, Heather, pushy much," Mike said, swiveling the chair at Heather's desk so it was facing Heather. He sat and took his guitar out of its soft case.
"That's how you learn," Heather said, working hard at keeping her face unemotional.
"Fine, Fine." Mike said, he closed the eyes, and began to strum the guitar slowly.
You're on the phone,
With your boyfriend,
He's upset, He's going off about something that you said,
He'll never, get your humor, like I do.
I'm in my room, it's a typical Tuesday night,
I'm listening to the kind of music he doesn't like,
He'll never get your story, like I do.
He wears Vans, and I wear Converse.
He's crew captain, and I'm in the Choi-r
Dreaming 'bout the day where you wake up and find,
That what you're looking for, has been here the whole time.
If you could see that I'm the one who understands you,
Been here all along, so why can't you see?
You Belong with me..
Walking the streets with you and your skinny jeans,
Can't help thinking 'this is how it all should be,'
Laughing on a park bench
Thinking to myself, 'Hey, isn't this easy?'
You've got a smile that can light up this whole town,
I see it all the time, even though he brought you down.
You say your fine,
I know you better than that, Whatcha doing with a guy like that?
He wears vans, and I wear converse,
He's crew captain and I'm in the Choi-r
Dreaming 'bout the day when you wake up and find,
That what you're looking for has been here the whole time.
If you could see that I'm the one who understands you,
Been here all along, so why can't you see?
You Belong with me..
Standing by, or waiting at your back door,
All this time, how could you not know, Baby.
You belong with me, you belong with me.
I remember driving to your house,
In the middle of the night,
I'm the one that made you laugh,
When you were gonna cry.
I know your favorite songs,
And you tell me 'bout your dreams,
I think I know where you belong,
I think I know it's with me.
Standing by, or waiting at your back door,
All this time, how could you not know, Baby.
You belong with me, you belong with me.
Have you ever thought just maybe,
You belong with me.
You belong with me.
"Aside from the fact that you just sang Taylor Swift, you were amazing." Heather said, caught completely off –guard by Mike's voice.
"I'm nothing compared to Puck and Finn." Mike said, shaking his hair over his eyes, humbly.
"Well, that may be because you can't hear your own voice." Heather said, "I mean, you sound so different when you sing, you're every bit as good as Finn and Artie, and way better then Puck, Mike."
"Uh, Thanks, I guess."
"Maybe I should draw attention to the fact that you're really good, it may help you get whoever you just sung about."
"Eh, she's kind of off-limits." Mike chuckled, not meeting Heather's eyes, looking at the floor.
"Ah, I think I get it," Heather chuckled, her mind leading her to a certain painfully shy goth girl.
"Yeah, but it's cool, I tend to keep my love life to myself," Mike said, "believe it or not, I've never had a relationship."
"Really? I mean, you're an attractive football player that dances, and sings. And, I happen to know, that you have the best personality in the entire sChuol." Heather said, tilting her head to the side.
"I'd assume so too, I mean, look at me, I'm so hot…" Mike said, smiling, "Yeah, I mean, Brittany and I were like, something for a while, but I wouldn't call it a relationship."
"Well, imagine that in 6 months of a relationship, Ryan and I have never kissed." Heather said, almost like she was gossiping with another girl.
"Wow, okay, and I thought I was romantically challenged," Mike laughed, running his hand over the back of his neck, recalling his first kiss, remembering how Brittany felt, and how quickly his first kiss turned into his first make-out session.
"I think that challenged is an understatement. I might as well be put in a romantic asylum, it's like, nothing I plan has ever worked out the way I planned."
"Well, look at it this way, I doubt you planned to be sitting in your bedroom, singing your heart out to a guy that you just met, and look how much fun we're having." Mike said, staring straight into Heather's eyes, waiting for them to light up with her heartfelt smile.
"Well, that, I did not plan." She said, moving a little closer to Mike.
"Speaking of singing, I think it's about time, we get to your song." Mike said.
"My song requires a piano, which is downstairs." She said, leading him downstairs, leaving his guitar on her bed.
"How long have you played Piano?" Mike asked, sliding onto the piano bench next to her. The sheet music for the song Miserable at Best was already placed on the holder above the row of pristine white keys.
"Uh, since I was 6, my dad always wanted me to learn, so, he enrolled me in classes, everything was so strict, it kinda sucked the fun out of it."
"Ha, sucker. Tina's parents made her learn it too. It's good to know the advantages of having the most lenient asian parents known to man." Mike said, smiling, "What do your parents do for a living?" Mike said, assuming they worked because neither was at the house.
"Oh, my mom runs a business from my aunt's house, were she lives now. She's doing really well." Turning to see Mike's surprised expression, "And, my dad lives in San Jose, California. He's a bigshot at the Apple Company there, gets paid quite a bit too."
"So, you live here, by yourself?" Mike said, with a horrid look on his face, "Everyday?"
"My older brother and I are partially emancipated, so, our parents only pay our bills, they have no control over us. They're both well off enough. It happened after their divorce, once my mom started staying at our aunt's house, we asked for the emancipation. They both send checks over, once a month, and when Kevin needs money, I send a check to him, that's it."
"Wow, that's got to be harder than you're making it sound, I mean, not having a family to come home to everyday." Mike said, shaking his head.
"My parents weren't like parents are supposed to be, they were like teachers. They looked at every imperfection and nitpicked at it until it was perfect, and there wasn't much else to our relationship. It's hard to miss what you never had."
"You and your brother seem really close," Mike said, thinking about his little sister, probably at home right now, trying to do homework. She gets distracted easily, and she's so social, she wants to be friends with everyone. There was even a time where she was closer to Puck then Mike was. He saw her like an angel, like nothing should be able to pop her bubble of 10 year old innocence, and she needed to be shielded from the horrors of the real world, and the real people.
"He's what I grew up with, he's only 3 years older than me, and he's not afraid to be open with me about everything." She shrugged, not knowing the difference between her life and a normal life, "It's always kinda just been me and him against the world.
"It must have been hard when he moved away," Mike said, resting his hand on her shoulder, lightly.
"We talk almost every day, and he comes to see me every break he gets, he stays here, and we get some time to just hang you know." Heather shrugged, looking down on the keys of the piano.
"You know, it would be a shame if I spent an entire hour at your house, and I never got to hear you sing your song." Mike said, pressing the side of his head to hers.
"My voice isn't that great, Mike. You can live." Heather said, but started pressing keys anyways.
Baby, don't hide, I know
We're trying our hardest
And the hardest part is letting, go
Of the nights we shared
Ocala is calling and you know it's haunting
But compared to your eyes, nothing shines quite as bright
And when we look to the sky, it was mine, but I don't want it so
Let's not pretend like you're alone tonight
(I know she's there and)
You're probably hanging out and making eyes
(while across the room, she stares)
I bet you get the nerve to walk the floor
And ask that girl to dance, she'll say yes
Because these words were never easier for me to say
and then to second guess
But I guess
That I can live without you but
Without you I'll be miserable at best
You're all that I hoped I'd find
In every single way
And everything you had to give
Is everything I couldn't take
Cause nothing feels like home, you're a thousand miles away
And the hardest part of living
Is just taking breaths to stay
'Cause I know I'm good for something
I just haven't found it yet
But I need it
So, let's not pretend like you're alone tonight
(I know she's there and)
You're probably hanging out and making eyes
(while across the room, she stares)
I bet he gets the nerve to walk the floor
And ask that girl to dance, she'll say yes
Because these words were never easier for me to say
and then to second guess
But I guess
That I can live without you but
Without you I'll be miserable at best
ladada ladada ladadaoh ohhh
And this will be the first time in a week
That I'll talk to you
And I can't speak
Been three whole days since I've had sleep
'Cause his dream of his lips on my cheek
And I got the point that I should leave you alone
But we both know that I'm not that strong
And I want the lips that made me fly
So let's not pretend that I'm alone tonight
(you know he's there and)
We're probably hanging out and making eyes
(while across the room, he stares)
You know,he gets the nerve to walk the floor
And ask your girl to dance, she'll say yes
Because these words were never easier for me to say
and then to second guess
But I guess
I can live without you but
Without you I'll be miserable
And I can live without you
But without you I'll be miserable
And I can live without you but
Oh, without you I'll be miserable at best
"I see you tweaked the song a bit," Mike said, a particular verse running through his head.
"Well, I needed it to fix it, to fit my life a little better." She said, scooting off the small bench, away from Mike.
"It's almost time for dance practice." He said, looking at the floor, turning red.
"Are you sure you want to go with jeans on? I mean, that's gotta hinder your dancing just a little bit." Heather said, looking down at her baggy sweat pants and loose tank top.
"I've never, not worn jeans while I dance." Mike said, slumping onto the white couch next to Heather's front door.
"There's a first time for everything, who knows maybe you'll dance better." Heather said, running up her steps and going into her brother's room, rifling through his drawers until she found a pair of gray sweats. She tossed the sweats to Mike from the top of her staircase.
"The bathroom is through the kitchen," She said, walking back to her room. Mike went into the bathroom to change, and Heather came downstairs wearing a band tee over her tank-top.
"They're so….baggy." Mike said, ruffling around the drooping sides of Heather's brother's pants.
"That's usually what sweats are." Heather said, giggling at Mike's amused expression.
"What're you looking at, punk?" Mike said, playfully putting on his 'thug face' and walking up to Heather, letting his pants sag.
"I'm sorry, I didn't know that you were so, defensive." Heather laughed, not able to keep a straight face. Mike pressed up against Heather, trying to scare her. Heather pushed right back, making a face at Mike. They looked into each other's eyes and moved a little closer. Suddenly, there was a knock on their door, and Heather whipped around, smacking Mike's chest with her hair. Mike sighed, exasperatedly, turning away, hiding his face which was turning soft pink.
"Kevin!" Heather said, throwing herself into her older brother's arms. He walked into the house, and wheeled his suitcase behind him. Heather closed the door, and immediately became a little more hyperactive, "What're you doing here? You said you wouldn't be coming 'til next week."
"I lied." Kevin said, "And, it seems I wasn't the only one to be keeping secrets. Who's that?"
"That's Mike, he's from Glee Club, he's helping us with the benefit, because after what I'm going to do today, I doubt that Ryan is going to be there."
"Oh, you finally decided to do it?' Kevin said, the smile disappearing from his face. Mike turned around and became aware of the conversation, is that why she wanted me to come?
"Yeah, I kinda told Mike everything, and, it made me realize that building my entire life on top of one person is unhealthy, and that this really needs to happen if I want to move on with my life." Heather said, not meeting her brother's eyes, "That's another reason I wanted Mike there, just in case I have another emotional breakdown."
"Well, then I'm glad he's here."
"Kevin, I bet you're hungry. Why don't I make you something?" Heather said, getting off the couch, and moving towards the kitchen.
"Nah, you probably got to split," Kevin said, "I know how to take care of myself, you should go."
"Uh, okay, if you insist." Heather said, giving her brother a quick hug and running up the stairs to grab her bag. Kevin pushed himself off the couch, and walked over to Mike.
"Take care of her for me, okay?" He said, putting his hand lightly on Mike's shoulder. Mike gave a questioning look, but nodded a little anyways. Heather came down stairs, and Kevin let go of Mike's shoulder and walked into the kitchen.
"Okay, let's go Mike." Heather said, opening her shoe closet, and pulled out a pair of white and black Nike high-tops.
"Alrighty then," Mike said, opening up the door, and closing it behind them. Heather unlocked her car, and climbed into the driver's seat. She started the car, and plugged her Ipod through the auxiliary cable, and scrolled through her songs. Mike sat down and put on his belt.
"Here, choose a song, that way you can't complain." Heather said, lightly tossing him the ipod, and backing out of her driveway.
"I'm surprised," Mike said, nodding his head approvingly, "There's no Taylor Swift,"
"I only have one country song on that ipod," Heather said, chuckling, "It's called 'Up Up, Down Down', and it's by Krissy and Erica."
"And yet, I find Justin Bieber." He shook his head in disappointment.
"I'm a 16 year old girl, Mike. Of course I'm going to have Justin Bieber on my ipod." She said, "And, he's about the hottest boy ever."
"You're such a girl." Mike said, sighing dramatically.
"Isn't that what I'm supposed to be?" Heather said, laughing at how stupid that comment was.
"True…" Mike sighed, "That could possibly have been the worst comeback ever."
"Wow, so even you know how stupid you sound."
"And, yet, I still talk." Mike laughed at himself.
"It's okay. It's cute when you act stupid." Heather said, beaming
"Whoa, you listen to the Beatles, and Jay Sean?" Mike said, still scrolling through the list of artists, "Hey Monday, The Academy is…, Arctic Monkeys, Cobra Starship, All time Low, Fall Out Boy, Panic! At the Disco, We the Kings, and Stereo Skyline? So, you're an alternative girl."
"I mix it up, I like Hip Hop, Pop, and Alternative; I drabble in rock sometimes but, usually no disco, or like, rap." Heather shrugged, and pulled into a parking space in front of an office complex, "I listen to Jay-Z sometimes,"
"So, that was pretty useless, I didn't even get to choose a song." Mike said, getting out of Heather's car.
"Yeah, I'm picking the song next time." Heather said, leading Mike up some stairs, and in through a glass door. The room had hardwood flooring and a huge, mirrored wall so they could see their dancing.
"Hey, Heather," An asian boy said, walking towards Heather, and pulling her into a tight, possessive hold. He glared at Mike from behind Heather's back, "This must be Mike." Ryan let go of Heather and walked to Mike, holding out his hand.
"Yeah, you must be Ryan." Mike said, taking his hand.
"W'sup?" The Whole crew slowly walked towards Ryan and Heather, and Mike backed towards the wall.
"Uh, can I actually talk to you, alone, Ryan?" Heather said, clutching his hand.
"Ooooh," The rest of the crew echoed, Ryan obediently followed, and the crew went over to the wall-mounted CD player that was connected to speakers surrounding the studio.
"What the hell, Heather!" Ryan yelled, "After all of that shit? Come on, this is bullshit. The only reason I drag my butt out here every other day is you! I'm so done with this." Ryan yelled, kicking the wall, leaving a large dent, "Have fun with your fucking glee loser. I'm done with everyone here."
"Ryan, I'm so sorry." Heather said, sobbing quietly, tears were streaming down her face.
"Just, forget it." Ryan said, with a dramatic wave of his hands, he slammed the door behind him as he stormed out of the door.
"Heather," One of the other guys said, "What the hell just happened?" Heather was sobbing, she backed into the wall next to Mike, and slid onto the ground. It wasn't as hard as she imagined it. Heather's life was centered around Ryan, the things he told her, the way he distracted her from her life, and the way he just, made her feel better. Her life wasn't crashing around her, she had a new platform, Mike Chang. It still stung, losing her best friend, just like that.
"I'm pretty sure Ryan just stormed out of practice, and the benefit is tomorrow night,"
"No one cares that he's gone?" Heather asked, looking up, her eyes were puffy and red.
"No, we realized that Ryan was the biggest jerk we've ever met, like ever."
"We just kinda put up with his crap, 'cause we didn't want to lose you. He's honestly the most pigheaded jerk ever. I really can't believe you put up with him for that long. Anyways, he wasn't an inventive, we don't need him." Mike sat down next to Heather, on the hard floor.
"Inventive?" He whispered into her ear. The guy who was talking to Heather sat down on her other side, putting his head against hers. They looked like siblings, almost related, like a brother protecting his little sister.
"It's our word for the choreographers, and original members of the crew. You know the most important people in the crew." Heather said, a weak smile pushing across her face.
"Ah," Mike said, he put his arm around her shoulders comfortingly.
"Well, now that we're free of that monster, how are we gonna do the benefit, I mean, Ryan may have been a jerk, but he was one of the best dancers we have."
"Mike can do it." Heather said, a genuine smile stretching across her face, "Can't you, Mike?"
"Well, can he do it in a day?"
"He can try, he's really good." Heather said, smiling at Mike, hopefully.
"I suppose he can try." Mike said, sounding rather lost, pushing himself off the ground, and holding his hand out towards Heather, to help her out.
"Yes!" Heather jumped up, and locked her arms around Mike's neck, holding herself up against his body, looking for support.
"This just means you owe me, again." Mike said, "And, you still owe about a million questions from the last time."
"Whatever you want, I promise." Heather said, finally letting go.
"Alright, let's get started." Heather's friends swarmed around Mike, starting to show him dance moves, "by the way, I'm Eric." The one sitting that was sitting on the floor said, he moved along the line of dancers, standing in a circle around Mike, "That's Andrew, that's Andy, that's Derek."
"It really looks like there are more of you when you are all surrounding me." Mike said, scratching the back of his head.
"Well, we have work for tomorrow, let's go." Eric said, pressing a button on the panel next to the light-switch, and music started blasting all over the large room. Heather's phone started ringing, and she pulled it out of her bag.
"Hello?" She said, plugging her ear, trying to block out the sound of blaring hip-hop music.
"Hey, Heather," Mercedes' voice rang from her phone, "What's up?"
"I'm just at dance practice with Mike, why?" Heather asked, curious as to why Mercedes' would call her, she wasn't immediately accepted by any of the original glee club members besides Finn.
"We were planning something, for Quinn and Finn, and we just wanted to know if you and Mike were down." Mercedes said, "If we could practice a song for them tomorrow during school, we can sing it to them on Friday, right before Quinn leaves."
"Yeah, uh, I'll call you back later, lemme just talk to Mike," She said, closing the phone and turning to her crew mates, "Hey guys! Can I ask you something?"
"What?"
"Instead of giving the money to the animal shelter, like we always do, Can we do something else?"
"Depends what you have in mind." Eric said.
Finn walked into the Choir Room, Mercedes and Kurt mumbling to him about keeping his eyes open.
"Your fellow glee mates have something to share with you," Mr. Schuester said, waving towards their teammates, sitting in their chairs.
Sometimes in our lives we all have pain
We all have sorrow
But if we are wise
We know that there's always tomorrow
Lean on me, when you're not strong
And I'll be your friend
I'll help you carry on
For it won't be long
'Til I'm gonna need
Somebody to lean on
Please swallow your pride
If I have things you need to borrow
For no one can fill those of your needs
That you don't let show
Lean on me, when you're not strong
And I'll be your friend
I'll help you carry on
For it won't be long
'Til I'm gonna need
Somebody to lean on
If there is a load you have to bear
That you can't carry
I'm right up the road
I'll share your load
If you just call me
So just call on me brother, when you need a hand
We all need somebody to lean on
I just might have a problem that you'd understand
We all need somebody to lean on
Lean on me when you're not strong
And I'll be your friend
I'll help you carry on
For it won't be long
Till I'm gonna need
Somebody to lean on
Lean on me...
"And, I know that you guys have been having issues with the baby payments," Heather started, rifling through her bag and pulling out a thick white envelope,
"so, Mike and I kinda talked my crew into giving you guys the proceeds of my benefits." She handed Quinn the envelope, "That's 3000 dollars, and I have an extra room in my house that's always open for you, if you decide you don't like it at your aunt's house."
"Heather, thank you." Quinn said, her eyes tearing up.
"No sweat Quinn, I live alone anyways, You're always welcome." Heather said, hugging Quinn tightly. A few gasps and concerned looks circled around the room when the members of the Glee Club heard that Heather lived alone.
"And, you too Finn, If something happens, I'm always here. I know I barely know you guys, I just I'm really happy that I can be part of something like glee club." Heather said, smiling, knowing that if she didn't have Mike by her side, and the rest of Glee club behind her, her life would be in shambles.
"Yeah, thanks, Heather," Finn said, hugging her, "that's really cool of you."
"Group Hug!" Heather called, pulling Mike, Quinn, and Finn in for a hug, everyone else joined around them.
A/N: Sooo, you wanna review now?(: Reviews are Love, and Love makes people write more...Oh, and suggestions on stuff to do on the trip to San Francisco, anyone?