Chapter 3: "So Glee, you're into it right, you sing and stuff?" Demi asked me. I didn't take notice to how she was oozing curiosity. "Yep, for sure, why? Are you considering joining?" I inquired in a playful, nosy, kind of way. "Actually, I am… I just don't feel like having to beat the crap out of an entire football team for slushying me…" She said it like it was nothing. To her, it probably wasn't much. She could kick the crap out of all of them twice, and the hockey team while she was at it. "You should do it…" I told her confidently. "I don't know if I'm a good singer…" she added. "Sing to me, go ahead, no one can hear you, we're alone," I smiled at her. She looked nervous, that's a facial expression I've never seen on her. "Courage…" I used Blaine's line. It was true, it always applies. "Never mind I'll find, someone like you, I wish nothing but the best, for you two, don't forget me I beg, I remember you saying 'Sometimes it lasts in love but sometimes it hurts instead, eh ehh, nothing compares, no worries or cares, regrets and mistakes, they are memories made, who would have known how bitter sweet this would taste, never mind I'll find someone like you, I wish nothing but the best, for you, don't forget me I beg, I remember you saying 'Sometimes it lasts in love, but sometimes it hurts instead, sometimes it hurts instead…" She was a great singer, she sounded like Adele… but better. "So…" she said nervous still. "You, are, amazing, and I say that to no one but myself, because well, who doesn't love me, including myself, I certainly love me," I rambled. "Like seriously, you're better than Rachel, and Rachel's good," I added. She gave me a very confident smile. "I assume this means you'll be auditioning for the glee club, cuz, let's face it hon, you could take the football team and the hockey team, twice," I said in the most mock serious manner I could. "I guess…" she mumbled through a smile. "Mercedes is going to absolutely adore you, after we take you shopping… you need a new wardrobe…" I said subtly. "Really?" she asked. "Really," I said smiling. "You have a simply perfect figure, getting you clothes is gonna be a cake walk," I said. "Consider me your personal Barbie doll," she smiled. Done deal, you said it not me, you are now my personal Barbie doll… and my best bully.