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Chapter 4
The next day at Glee rehearsals, while we were doing the same practice on the dancing, I glanced at Rachel. She knew what she needed to do.
"Uh, uh, can we stop please?" she said.
"You don't have to ask every time for permission to go to the bathroom. You can just go," Mr. Shue said. I held back a laugh.
"It's not my bladder," she said, "It's the choreography."
"Okay, what's wrong with the choreography?" Mr. Shue asked.
"Well, I think it's unprofessional, and completely unoriginal. We can't compete with Vocal Adrenaline with these steps! You're a great vocal coach Mr. Shue, but you're not a train choreographer. That's what we need to be the best! We need Dakota Stanley. He's the best in the Midwest, and understudied for Beauty and The Beast!"
"Just because he understudied, doesn't mean he performed," he replied. I stepped forward now.
"Did you ever perform, Mr. Shuester? I mean, after high school. Did you ever try?" I sneered.
He hesitated, "Well, no, but I wanted to. Let's just go back to practicing vocals right now."
I rolled my eyes, and sat down in the chairs.
We finished early, and went out to our cars. Kurt and I drove home and did our homework. I was going to go out with Santana, and Britts tonight. I didn't come home until late. I'm surprised my dad hasn't said anything to me.
"Quinn, what time did you come home last night?" Oh wait, it came in the morning. Great.
"Um, around one," I said shyly.
"When is your curfew?" he asked.
"Eleven," I said.
"Right, now can you explain this to me?"
"Well, it was an accident. I was at Santana's house, and we were practicing something for Coach! I lost track of-" I defended, but he cut me off.
"I don't want to hear it. There's no exception. I'll be thinking some sort of punishment, but for now you're grounded. Come home right after Cheerios practice. Actually, today, come to the shop. I've got a job for you and Kurt," he said, glancing at Kurt for the last part. I sighed, and grabbed my stuff to head to Kurt's car.
The next day, Mr. Shue didn't even come to practice! It was very odd. He barely shows up to them anymore. It's been a few weeks, and nothing. Maybe once or twice. He has to have something going on. Finn said he made a band.
"Rachel! This is your fault! He wouldn't have gone anywhere, if you didn't tell him he sucked!" Finn said one day. Wow, that was harsh; I felt bad for Rachel.
I saw her face fall, and then she stormed out of the room.
At the next meeting, she came late. Santana, Britt, and I were sitting by ourselves, and Kurt, Mercedes, and Tina were doing each other's hair. Artie sat next to them talking, and Finn sat tinkling on the piano.
"He's not coming," Rachel stated.
"What happened?" he asked.
"Well, he told me he'll still be there for us vocally, and told us to hire Dakota Stanley. He told me I gave him the courage to start his little boy band, Acafella's," she said, setting a plate of cookies on the piano top.
"Of course he doesn't want anything to do with us, after you kicked him in the nads!" Finn said. Damn Finn, you are so mean to her. I don't know why I was always mean to Rachel. Mostly Rachel too.
"Then why did he thank me?" she replied, not even harmed by this remark.
"The goal is to win, and now that Mr. Shuester's has agreed to hire Dakota Stanley, we can," Santana chimed in.
"But he doesn't want us to, he just doesn't have the confidence to coach us anymore. Guys are real sensitive when it comes to that kind of stuff," Finn said.
"And- and you think that's my fault?" Rachel asked.
"Well, do you see anybody else in the room with 'I'm Sorry' cookies? I don't, just you," Finn said.
I stood up, just to get Finn to stop being mean to poor Rachel. Only I could do that.
"I'm bored, all in favor of hiring Dakota Stanley?" I raised my hand. Britt and Santana's went right up, and so did Kurt's, Mercedes', and Tina's. Artie even slid his up, but Finn glanced at him, and he put it down. Rachel smirked at Finn and also put hers up. I stole the biggest cookie on Rachel's plate, and left the room to get my books from our lockers to go home. Santana glanced at me and gave me a look. Kurt laughed at me while I finished it in his car. They were absolutely delicious. I'd have to secretly ask her to make me some more.
The next day, Santana and I met with Coach. We explained everything that we've done so far.
"That's a good start, you're selling the seeds of destruction," she said, while on her elliptical.
"Mr. Shuester barely shows up for rehearsals," Santana said with a grin.
"Oh no, no, no. Barely will not cut it. I will not be satisfied until Glee Club is disbanded. What about this Dakota character? Any chance he actually helps?" she asked.
I shook my head, "Their soft, he'll eat them alive. I give them fifteen minutes before the first one quits, or tries to commit suicide." Coach got off her machine, and toweled her neck before sitting down in the red chair behind her desk.
"You know ladies, you learn a lot in Special Forces. I was in the strike team in Panama when we extracted Noriega. Got the Sheppard, then we went after the sheep. You need to go after these Glee Clubbers one by one. I want my full budget restored. I need a fog machine. Now, get out of my office," She said.
We hurried and left. I had to go right home after school still. Daddy just kept me from being able to go out because he couldn't think of anything better.
He did let me go out with Kurt, Rachel, Tina, and Mercedes with San and Britt just because it was Glee Club related. We all drove in Kurt's car, and went to Carmel High to find Dakota Stanley. We walked down the path, and Rachel pushed forward from the back when she sat two super skinny girls bending over the trashcan. One was holding the others hair back. Exactly what we wanted.
"Guys, that's Andrea Cohen. She won outstanding vocalist last year, and absolutely tempastic," she said excitedly. I found her getting excited over something so dumb endearing. It was adorable. I'd never admit it even to Kurt, but I did.
The one girl holding the others back said, "You can't leave rehearsal for no reason. That includes heat exhaustion, or chromes disease."
"Are you guys Vocal Adrenaline? We'd like to talk to Dakota Stanley about choreographing for our Glee Club," she said.
"Don't! He's a monster!" the other girl said.
Rachel frowned, but didn't take it seriously, instead, just marching inside and for some reason knew the way to their auditorium. It was weird. We walked in right as they started to perform Mercy. It was amazing. We were nothing compared to them. We needed way more people to even try to compete.
"Get off my stage!" a man shouted from the side. It must have been Dakota. I smiled at Santana. After the rehearsal, which ended quite late, Rachel followed him outside and caught him just as he was getting into his gay little red car.
"Mr. Stanley, we're the McKinley High Glee Club," Rachel said, running to him before he could drive off.
"No interviews," he said, and shut his door.
"We'd like you to choreograph for us," Tina chimed in.
"Look, my fee is eight thousand dollars, and a ten thousand bonus if you place in the top three, and with Dakota at the wheel, you will place in the top three," he said. He was very self centered, and conceited.
Everyone's faces were priceless.
"Move it," he said, noticing them, and the hurried to drive off.
"How are we going to get eight thousand dollars?" Rachel asked.
"We can do some sort of benefit," Kurt suggested, and then we started heading back to his car.
"What about a c-car wash?" Tina said. He stutter really annoyed me.
"Sounds great," Santana said. We dropped them off at their houses, and Kurt and I went home.
"Okay, this is the second time you have been late. Kurt! You too!" Daddy said, once he noticed Kurt with me.
"Dad, it was something for Glee Club! We had to stay after and talk with the director! I swear we did nothing else!" Kurt pleaded. He was much better at this than I was.
"Fine, look, one more time, and I'm taking your car away, and Quinn no more Cheerios," he said. My eyes widened.
"No, no it won't happen ever again," I said, and went past him into my room. I had to get something to eat before I did my homework. I'm starving. I've been eating like a teenage boy. It was really ridiculous. My dad never complained though, having to go to the store once and get some steaks. Kurt and I never ate that, so he'd never buy them, but he was glad when he could finally use his grill outside. After me having to go to the hospital once for not eating, I know he found me eating a good thing. I could start to feel my baby a little bit. It was just a little bump, but I can. I've gained quite a bit of weight as well. I'm glad Coach doesn't do weight checks to us anymore.
"Do you want a facial tonight? You look tired," Kurt said, and hopped on the bar stool while I cooked myself some Italian Chicken and potatoes.
"Really? Well in that case, I'd love it," I said, at poured the pan to a plate and took out a fork. He let me eat down in his room on the condition of putting down a towel on the floor. He did his own first, and then brought me into his little bathroom.
"Kurt, I've wanted to ask you this for a while, and I just assumed, but I think that's kind of mean," I started.
"Just get to the point," he said, and smiled at me.
"Are you," I hesitated, I didn't want to sound harmfully blunt, "Are you gay?" His face fell, and then he just put sort of soupy thing on my face.
"People can never be sure, but yeah. I'm gay," he said quietly.
"Kurt, this doesn't change you being my brother. Me and this baby still love you. I think you should tell dad though," I said.
"Why don't you tell dad about you then?" he backfired. I glared at him.
"I don't think I can do that yet," I said.
"Well neither can I,"
We stayed silent for a while.
"I could really go for another one of Rachel's cookies," I said.
He cracked a big smile and started cracking up. We kind of had to quiet because daddy was sleeping, but it was Friday, so we could stay up late, and not have to wake up in the morning. I think we were going to meet with Mr. Shuester tomorrow though, and talk about the fundraiser.
We finished with the facials, and as always my face felt like a babies butt, and Kurt did my nails. His were perfect, so I didn't end up returning the favor, but mine did look great.
Eventually after watching a few movies, we fell asleep at dawn curled up together in blankets in the living room on the floor. It was a good night. I wasn't even worrying about how terrible my back is going to feel tomorrow morning.
Kurt and I made a giant breakfast in the morning. It was really brunch considering we didn't even wake up until noon. I was surprised at Kurt too.
"Let's go bring some to daddy, I'm sure he'll enjoy that, having to work on Saturday," I suggested after noticing how much food we had left.
"Okay, let me get some Tupperware," he said, and stood up to go into the backroom to get the plastic container. We filled one up, and took it down to the shop.
"Thanks! It sure makes up for having to stay up late waiting for you two," he said, and kissed us both on the cheeks.
"Well, we have to go though, so we'll see you later," I said, and we said bye to head to the school. I was used to going there on Saturdays considering Coach used to make us practice all the time.
"Well, this will be fun," I said, sarcastically.