I went to the gym to see Quinn watching the Cheerios practice. She looked downright miserable, but I also loved her outfit.
"You shouldn't torture yourself like this." I told her as I sat next to her. "I know that you hate being off of the squad, but you don't need them."
"I needed a distraction." She admitted.
"Why?" I questioned before she went into her purse. She handed me a bill. "$685, I thought you had insurance."
"I can't use my insurance because then my parents will know." She pointed out. "This is how much a sonogram costs us."
"I think I might have that, but I don't have much else." I explained.
"Well this is just the beginning." She told me. "There will be more doctors' visits, vitamins, new clothes."
"We might have to go with Wal-Mart for those." I admitted. "That is unless you want to get a job too. I think the position is still open."
"I can't, not while my parents don't know about this." She argued. "You have to step up. This is not going to be easy."
"I guess I need to get to work." I announced as I noticed her getting up. "Where are you going?"
"You're right. This does hurt too much." She walked out.
Once I was out of the gym, I began to sing.
As soon as you're born, they make you feel small
By giving you no time instead of it all
Till the pain is so big you feel nothing at all
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be
They hurt you at home and they hit you at school
They hate if you're clever and despise a fool
Till you're so fucking crazy you can't follow their rules
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be
Keep you doped with religion and sex and TV
And you think you're so clever and classless and free
But you're still fucking peasants as far as I can see
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be
If you want to be a hero just follow me
If you want to be a hero just follow me
I headed to work from there. I don't know if I was a hero, but I would do whatever I could.
The next day, we were in Glee.
"Another doctor's bill came to my house." She explained. "We have to start paying these or my parents are going to find out that I'm with child."
"So we're doing a new number for Sectionals." Mr. Schue declared as he entered the room and started passing out sheet music. "So I want to do something different this week, it turns out that the judges love show tunes."
"'Defying Gravity'?" Kurt asked excitedly. "I have an iPod playlist dedicated to songs from Wicked."
"Why do we have to go vanilla on this song?" Mercedes asked.
"I think we'd be better off not rearranging this." Mr. Schue suggested. "Onto item two. The school won't pay for the handicap bus to Regionals."
"That's not fair." I argued.
"We're gonna have to raise money for it ourselves." He explained. I wouldn't be able to do anything. I was pretty much tapped out. "We used to hold a bake sale when I was in Glee."
"That would be great if we need like 20-50 dollars, but I'm guessing that it costs more than that." I remarked. "I for one already have work, and homework, I don't even have any money for myself."
"Can't Artie's dad just take him?" Mercedes suggested.
"I can't believe how insensitive you guys are being." Mr. Schue replied. "I thought you were a team."
"We are, but Artie understands, don't you Artie?" Quinn asked.
"Of course." Artie stammered. He was definitely upset. "Anything that takes away our time from rehearsing doesn't serve the team."
The next day, Kurt decided that he wanted to audition for the song.
"There's a high F in it, Kurt." Mr. Schue explained, but apparently Kurt could hit it. He was very persistent in his want of it. I personality thought it was a bad idea, because it was definitely a song that a girl has to sing because it's sung by a witch. I've never seen the musical, but I do know that at least. "So I was a little disappointed at how willing you were to leave Artie behind. We're a team, we need to go together."
"It kind of hurt my feelings." Artie replied.
"We didn't think that you'd take it personally." Rachel remarked.
"Well you're irritating most of the time, but don't that personally." Artie responded.
"How can we make it up to you?" I asked.
"We are riding to Sectionals together or we're not going at all." Mr. Schue declared adamantly. "And to pay for the bus, we're having a bake sale."
At that point, he rolled some wheelchairs in.
"For the next week, each of you is going to spend three hours a day in a wheelchair." He added. "And we're also doing a wheelchair number."
Okay, so being a wheelchair was definitely harder than I thought. I know Quinn will probably be in one when she gives birth, so it won't hurt her to learn how to use it.
Later in the day, I walked into the Home Ec room where Quinn was making cupcakes. I found that she and Puck were covered in ingredients.
"I don't think this is how you bake." I stated.
"Well it's a learning experience." Quinn replied.
"I'm gonna go change." Puck announced.
"You know I'm kind of upset that you got all messy without me." I admitted.
I could tell that there was some definite tension between Rachel and Mr. Schue with the idea that Kurt should have a shot at the solo. I hope she doesn't bolt again if things don't go her way, because then I might have to try to get her back again and I don't want to relive last time.
"Now all of you are going to judge. Whichever singer gets the most votes, gets the part." Our instructor explained. I'm going to have to listen to the original version. I can probably do that during my break tonight.
"I want you all to vote for whoever sings the song better." Kurt stated. He actually had us take an oath, which was a little weird. I was already gonna do it.
I decided to get the soundtrack on my way to work. You know I can't help but notice that it actually had a lot of good songs. When I think of musicals, I usually think of crap like My Fair Lady or High School Musical, but this wasn't bad.
So when we decided to have the bake sale, we were selling nothing. It was me, Quinn, Puck, and Santana manning the table.
"No one wants to buy food from losers. We're Glee Club and in wheelchairs." Quinn commented.
We did end up selling one cupcake when Brittany brought this girl with Down's Syndrome that she was friends with.
"Well now we have one dollar." I declared.
"We're never going to sell six hundred of these." Quinn snapped. "We can't do this."
"Look, I know you're under a lot of stress, but there's no need to be bitchy about it." I argued. "I'm putting in a lot of hours to give you everything that you need. I could use a thank you once in a while."
I got off of my chair and stormed off at that point. Puck later gave me a talking to about how I should stop complaining and accept Quinn's mood swings.
"It's not my kid, but I'm still busting my ass for this." I reminded him. Okay, so the work that I was doing wasn't that hard. "Maybe you're kind of right. I guess I'm stressed too. I guess I'm kind of upset that she wants to give it away. I mean if that happens, it'll feel like I did all of this work for nothing. I know it'll be hard to raise a kid, but I want to try."
Later, Artie was instructing us how to work a wheelchair properly. Couldn't he have done this from the beginning? I mean we weren't even singing yet. That was going to be challenging. I have a hard time singing and walking sometimes. I don't know how I was going to do it in a wheelchair.
After several listens to the soundtrack, there was one song that I couldn't get out of my head. It wasn't "Defying Gravity", although I did like that one. No it was another one that I just had to sing.
Did that really just happen? Have I actually understood?
This weird quirk that I try to suppress or hide is it talent that could
Help me meet the wizard if I make good, so I'll make good
When I meet the wizard, once I prove my worth
And then I meet the wizard, what I've waited for sinceā¦since birth
And with all his wizard wisdom, by my looks he won't be blinded
Do you think the wizard is dumb or like munchkins so small-minded?
No, he'll say to me "I see who you are truly are, a girl on which I can rely"
And that's how we'll begin, the wizard and I
Unlimited my future is unlimited and I just had a vision almost like a prophecy
I know it sounds truly crazy and true the vision's hazy
But I swear someday there'll be a celebration throughout all of Oz, that's all to do with me
And I'll stand there with the wizard, feelings things I've never felt
And though I'd never show it, I'd be so happy I could melt
And so it will be for the rest of my life and I'll want nothing else till I die
Held is such high esteem, when people see me they will scream
For half of Oz's favorite team The Wizard and I
Wow that last part was high. I think I hit it, but I felt out of breath after singing it.
So I found myself helping Rachel with her wheelchair because no one else would.
"I'm kind of surprised that you're willing to help me." She admitted to me.
"Well Quinn and I are fighting a little right now over money." I explained. "You know I never did thank you for trying to stop the story."
"I'm really nervous about the diva-off tomorrow." She told me.
"Well you should drink a lot of water because those high notes are killer." I suggested. "I think that the judges will find a female version of the song more accessible."
"I honestly don't have any clue what Mr. Schue wants us to perform at Sectionals. He keeps changing his mind." I stated.
"Kurt's probably going to win." She declared. "People just don't like me.
"Well you shouldn't throw a tantrum whenever things don't go your way. If you want people to like you, you should be nice to them." I suggested. "So why did you and Puck break up?"
"We were just too different." Rachel replied. "Opposites attract does not really work in reality."
At that point, Quinn walked into the room.
"This is a past due notice. We need to pay the bills, Faith." She told me. "I can't be with someone who can't support."
"I get paid tomorrow. I'll have the money." I promised. I felt kind of like crying because she didn't believe in me. She then walked angrily. "We're fucked. I don't know how I'm going to be able to do this."
"Look, I know that you can do this." Rachel told me. "You'll probably be eligible for a raise soon or something. You're going to end up. You'll make it."
The next day, the cupcakes were selling like hot cakes. Puck said that he used some new recipe. I decided to take a whiff of them. I noticed that people were really scarfing them and the rest of their food and managed to connect the dots: pot. That is incredibly unethical and probably illegal, but he is doing it to help Artie, so I couldn't complain.
So in the competition, I decided that I wanted to be fair. Kurt was up first and he was doing pretty well until he got to the final note. He missed it. He broke. Rachel ended up hitting it. So it was no contest. It all seemed a bit strange. Kurt seemed so confident that he could hit the note. Maybe he just choked under pressure.
After I had a chance to go to the bank, I went over to Quinn. I rolled over to her in my wheelchair and presented her with an envelope of money.
"Here you go." I told her. "I'm not sure how we're going to be able to do this moving on. I know that we can probably sell some of our clothes to Plato's Closet if we need to. We'll figure it out. Can I give you a lift to rehearsal?"
She got on my lap and I rolled with her to the auditorium. Artie decided that he would rather get a ramp in the auditorium put up and have his dad take him. Then it turned out that we were getting the bus after all because apparently Sue paid for some ramps. I had to say that I was confused by this. I was very confused by this, but maybe it would be best if I don't question it and accept it. Too bad she won't help me.
We then began the number.
Go ahead as you waste your days with thinking,
When you fall everyone says
Another day and you had your fill of sinking
With your life held in their hands are shaking cold
These hands are meant to hold
Speak to me
When all you gotta keep is strong
Move along, move along like I know you do
And even when your hope is gone
Move along, move along just to make it through
Move along, move along
Go on, go on, go on, go on
When everything is wrong, we move along
Go on, go on, go on, go on
When everything is wrong we move along
Along, along, along, along
When all you gotta keep is strong
Move along, move along like I know you do
And even when your hope is gone
Move along, move along just to make it through
Move along, move along
Go on, go on, go on, go on
Right back what is wrong we move along
Go on, go on, go on, go on
Right back what is wrong we move along
Go on, go on, go on, go on
Right back what is wrong we move along
So the struggle to get a job wasn't but the stress was still there. Faith still doesn't expect anything when it comes to Quinn and Puck and she managed to talk to Rachel. She also really doesn't want to give the baby up. The songs are "Working Class Hero" by John Lennon, "The Wizard and I" from Wicked and "Move Along" by The All-American Rejects. Please don't forget to review.
