I feel so bad for neglecting this story! I've been working on other stories and new stories, that I haven't worked on my first born (first story) haha. Anyway, this is a short chapter because it's a transition really, but the next time I update, stuff is about to hit the fan! As always, thanks for reading! This story has the most alerts, subscriptions, and reviews. That means a LOT to me because it was my first story, and I said I'd never post on here. Anyway, Disclaimer: you already know.
The audience in the McKinley High Auditorium was going crazy. It was a full house, and we had sold every ticket. We had just finished Lean on Me, and we could already see Mr. Shuester tearing up in the audience. Some things just never changed. So far, our reunion show had been pretty successful. We began with a roast of Mr. Shue, and that got plenty of laughs. Sue Sylvester had been waiting for an opportunity to make fun of his hair, vests, and butt chin for many years. We were almost at the end of the show, so Finn called Mr. Shuester up on stage.
"We just want to recognize one more time, why we're all here tonight. Many years ago, we won't say how many because I'm sure some of the guys will kill me, but many years ago a man named Will Shuester changed our lives. He believed in a small group of kids, when no one else believed in us. He built a phenomenon. In his career, he's brought home more Nationals trophies for McKinley than anyone. So how about it Mr. Shue, why don't you come up on stage to say a few words and then finish out the show with us?" Everyone in the audience stood on their feet as Mr. Shuester made his way onto the stage. His wife Emma, who had been crying since the beginning of the show, was definitely bawling her eyes out now. Our beloved Glee club director hugged each and every one of us before making his speech. I could tell he had aged since we last saw him, but he still had that same twinkle in his eye.
"Wow, this is all so amazing. I don't want to make this long drawn out speech about how amazing my students are. I mean, look at this," he said as he gestured to the audience, "I remember when we all first began together, we couldn't fill up a row in the audience to see the New Directions perform. Now, we have a sold out show. I'm so honored to have been able to teach you guys. I've had many students over the years, but this group will always be special to me. They taught me a tremendous amount about myself, and about life."
I was crying already. I looked around and felt so blessed to be surrounded by such amazing people. I looked to Sam, he would deny it later, but he was tearing up himself. We had all been through so much together, and we were all so grateful for Mr. Shuester. If it wasn't for him, if he didn't see what he saw in us, none of would have ever met. I would have never met Sam, and I wouldn't have Alexis.
"But enough about me, I think the New Directions have another number in them if I know them correctly," he turned to us and his expression was better than any of us expected. He was full of; well he was full of Glee.
"Alright guys, from the top." We finished the show with our classic Don't Stop Believing. The show had been a definitely success, and now we were all in the mood to party.
So many people showed up to our house for the celebration. It was almost overwhelming, but we had enough space. I was glad that I took precaution and stocked up on food in the house. I was in the kitchen taking a breather from the party when Sam came walking in. He snaked his arm around me and kissed me on the cheek.
"Well, we can safely say the party is a hit. I'm glad you suggested this babe."
"What can I say, I'm always right," I laughed at him. I laughed again to myself thinking about the last time we were in the kitchen together. Alexis had caught us making out, and she was definitely scarred for life. The poor girl had to miss school today because she was still sick. In fact, I hadn't seen her since this morning. She didn't have enough energy to come out to the show either.
"Hey, have you talked to Alexis today? I haven't gotten a chance to check up on her," I questioned Sam. He was busy raiding the fridge for more alcohol.
"Hm, she left a note on the refrigerator door. She said she still wasn't feeling well and that she was going to bed early," he said handing me the note. It was so weird, she never got sick like this and I was starting to get worried. "I should go up and check on her, I'm starting to get worried Sam."
"No no, I'll go check on her. I'll bring her up some more medicine and try to get her to eat. She probably hasn't eaten much today. Stay down here and entertain the guests," he said kissing me again. Sam couldn't resist taking care of his daughter. And even though we both had a great relationship with her, she was definitely a Daddy's girl.
"Okay, alright. Tell her to make sure she takes the medicine. I know how stubborn she is, and she gets it from her father," I told him as I walked off. I was sure he yelled something about her getting it from me too, and I just laughed.
When I joined my friends in the living room, everyone was having a good time. Kurt and Blaine were doing a drunken karaoke rendition of "Hit Me With Your Best Shot." Santana and Brittany were dancing on the tables, and some of the guys were playing drinking games. It's amazing how much alcohol turned us into teenaged idiots again.
"Mercedes come up and sing with us!" Kurt came over and dragged me over to where they were standing. Blaine and Kurt were hilarious when they were drunk, and they were also 10 times more affectionate. Kurt had forgot about me and started to make out with Blaine. I just shook my head. Looking around the party, I felt relieved. It was the first time in a long time that I just pushed all of my worries out of my head and relaxed. Sure enough I would have to deal with my issues one day soon, but it was a great feeling to just not have to worry about anything. I was content with myself, and I finally felt like that I was making personal progress.
Suddenly, I heard a scream from and Sam ran downstairs screaming my name. Everything felt like it was in slow motion. He looked so pale; all of the color was drained from his face. Tears were running down his cheeks, and I felt my heart beating faster by the second. My stomach dropped, nothing good could come of this.
"Sam, calm down! Please, I need to understand what you're saying," I screamed trying to bring him back to reality. He was a blubbering mess, which was freaking me out even more.
"Alexis…she's upstairs…Mercedes, she's unconscious! She won't respond to me!" And with that, my world came crashing down. My one moment of peace and content had been thrown out of the window.
A/N: Wow. So this didn't get exciting until the end. Please don't kill me! I'm sorry this wasn't very well written; I kind of struggled to write it. BUT yes, what do you think could be wrong with Alexis? I don't think you all will guess correctly, but I would love to hear your theories. This story is almost at its end! I'm thinking 3 more chapters, but they'll be longer and worth it. Okay, review, go go go.
