Hey! I'm back on track now. Sooo, while I was typing the fourms for The 76th Hunger Games, I realized... Maybe I should do a Glee/The Hunger Games crossover! So far, I have one entry for the Games, which is good since I uploaded it last night. But this chapter is pretty useless... I know. But I needed something to fill in the space. :) Oh, and one more thing: I plan on writing this story until they graduate, which will be when Season 3 ends, and then an epilouge! :))

When we arrive at school, it's third hour. "What's the Glee schedule for today?" I ask, walking up to my locker, stuffing Stacey's coat inside. "5th hour," Quinn reads, slowly.

"Hey guys," We turn around to find Mr. Shue. "Hi," Quinn says quietly. "What are you guys doing roaming the halls?" Mr. Shue asks, just noticing Stacey. "Is something wrong here?"

"My mother..." Quinn tears up.

"Got the Ducking Seed," I say. Great, just as everybody's coming out of the classrooms. "Ducking Seed?" Mr. Shue asks. We get quite a few looks from people... And they ain't pretty. "I'll explain it later. Mr. Shue, can you take Stacey for me?" I ask, pushing her in front of me. "I'm not sure... I have Spanish to teach, too," He whispers, looking glossfully at Stacey. "Spanish?" She asks with wide eyes. "Si. Do you take it at your school?" Mr. Shue asks, smiling.

"Oh, no! You have to pay for Spanish at my school. It's advanced!" Stacey cries. "I've always wanted to learn it, though."

"Well, I guess she can come with me," Mr. Shue says, smiling even more. "Yay!" Stacey yells, jumping up and down.

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"Quinn?" I call out. Hm, she must've gone to Glee club early. As I roam through the halls, I find Mr. Shue and Stacey.

"Hi, Sammy! Or should I say, hola!" Stacey says, showing off her Spanish. "Hola, Senor Shue, hola me hermana, Stacey," I say, smiling. Stacey giggles and skips off with a huge lollipop. I wonder where she got that from...

"See ya' in Glee club, Sam!" Mr. Shue waves off. Great, now I'm alone. Again. What if Quinn went home? What if she's lost somewhere? She needs the Glee Club's support! Nah, she's probably just-

As I walk past the girls bathroom, I hear something...A volcano eruppting out of the sky? Wait... What? Goodness, that isn't good! Nor is it funny... Okay, I'm arguing with myself in my thoughts...

'Shut up!' I mouth to myself.

"Sammy! Come on!" Stacey yells, a few doors down. "Coming," I say, walking to the music room.

Once I get in, Quinn isn't there. That's nice... Not.

"Yo, 'Sammy', where's the Quinn-bee?" Finn calls out as I walk in. "Did she break your little heart already?"

"Cut them some slack!" Stacey yells. "Oh, Stacey... It's you..." Finn says quietly. "Yes it is me. Si. So, excuse moi, but I believe you don't have the right to call that poor girl names," Stacey overpowers everyone's loud conversations. "You go, girl!" Mercedes exclaims, giving her a high-five.

"So, what happened to her?" Puck asks. I can trust Puck. He's practically my brother. "Her mother died, idiots!" Stacey yells. "No, Stacey. Puck's not the idiot. Finn is," Mercedes whispers. "Oh, okay... Sorry, I thought she told you," Stacey says. "Well, honey, she didn't," Puck says, giving Stacey a little hug.

"So, did she even come today?" Santana smirks. "Yeah... She's probably in the bathroom," I say, looking at the door. "Yeah, probably shoving her fingers down her throat," Santana mutters. I shoot her an evil glance.

"I'll go check," Rachel whispers, running out the door. "Give them two minutes, and wait for the screaming to happen," Santana mutters. I can't believe I ever dated her. She's very mean, so technacially, Santana and Karofsky belong together.

Two or three minutes pass, and there isn't any screaming. With four minutes, they come in quietly. I stand up and open my arms for Quinn. She runs right into them and sobs. "See? That is exactly why I hate her! She's always looking for attention. If those words about her mother dying didn't come out of Stacey's mouth, I wouldn't of believed them," Santana yells loud enough for Quinn to hear them. "And that is exactly why I hate you!" Rachel and I yell at the same time.

"I will always be here for you, Quinn," I whisper into her ear. "I'll always be here for you, Sam. Plus, I'll always be grateful that I have someone like you," Quinn whispers back. I kiss her... Half of it because that was a romantic moment... The other half for Kurt's entertainment. "EEEP!" Mercedes and Kurt squel. I take Quinn up to our seats.

We haven't heard much of Kurt lately. Which is a total surprise, because he's always talking. "Kurt, is something up?" Rachel asks. "Nah. I've been up night after night for two weeks watching re-runs of musicals on T.V," Kurt says, yawning. Well... That explains it. "Especiallt 'The Wiz!"

Yep... So like Kurt Hummel.

"Wait... WITHOUT ME?" Rachel yells, laughing.

I thought Rachel yelling would be a good time to stop. :)