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Boxing is likejazz, the better it is, the less people appreciate it. – George Foreman
"I'm an evil soulless demon!" Jazz demanded as her and Kurt made their way into the choir room to practice for sectionals. "She should be talking. That meeting I went to, she sat next to me telling me how she works with the Cheerleaders and basically starves then, and then she asked if I wanted to join. THEN, she decides my hair would clash with the uniform. After she goes on talking about how she gets turned on by the men that were dancing besides the guy with the 'home-made perm.' She started threatening me afterwards, telling me to watch my step at the school. I'm still having nightmares about her graphically describing what she would do to me if I'd step out of line."
"Ah, hunny." Kurt wrapped an arm around her. "She's more frightening than those shoe's Tina wore yesterday." Kurt shuddered, making Jazz giggle.
"This is so lame." Finn said, kicking a chair as the pair entered. "There's no way I can get a scholarship now."
Jazz patted his back soothingly. "Yes you will, we're still amazing."
"Sit down guys." Mr. Shue said, flipping around a chair to face them. "I want to know if there is anything we can do to help you feel more involved?"
"Could we do something a little more black?" Mercedes asked.
"She's right. We do an awful lot of show tunes." Kurt put out, Jazz agreed.
"This is glee club." Rachel interjected. "Not krunk club."
"Rachel," Jazz glared at her, "Just cause you couldn't pull it off doesn't mean it's a bad idea." Rachel glared up at her. The two were constantly at each others throat's because Rachel thought that Jazz was stealing the stop light.
"Fantastic." Mr. Shue said, "Thank you Mercedes, Kurt." Jazz gave Rachel a sarcastic smile. "Duly noted. Anything else?"
Mike raised his hand. "I can pop and lock."
Mr. Shue tried not to laugh. "Not really what we're going for Mike, but noted, noted yes."
Everyone started laughing and Jazz patted Mike's knee, who looked lost.
"How about…" Puck started slowly. "Something from your first show?"
"What was the first show?" Jazz and Cory asked in unison, looking around at the kids who were avoiding her eye.
"It was very… not school appropriate." Mr. Shue said and quickly added, "Okay, class dismissed."
Jazz put her stuff in her locker and went to meet Oliver at his locker. Puck was at his own, but Jazz ignored him as Oliver kissed her cheek. She blushed and asked if anything interesting had happened today.
"No," Oliver said slowly as if he was deciding his words. "But I heard glee got its first real… scandal?"
"What do you mean?" Jazz questioned, her eyebrows knitted together.
"Word in the halls is that Quinn Fabray is pregnant with Finn's baby." It happened so fast, Jazz couldn't stop it. Puck had flipped around and was holding Oliver by the collar to the locker.
"Where did you hear that?" Puck asked through gritted teeth. Jazz snapped out of her daze and started trying to get his hand loose, but Puck had the shirt in a death grip. "Where?"
"E-everyone's been talking about it." Oliver stumbled over his words.
"Puck! Let him go!" Jazz yelled, continuing to claw at his hand. Puck slowly released him. "Geeze, he wasn't the one spreading. Calm down, Puck. He's not the one to leak it out in the first place." She looked at him accusingly.
"Well, he shouldn't be talking about things he doesn't know." Puck muttered darkly, slamming his locker and taking off down the hallway. Jazz watched him leave then knelt down to make sure Oliver was still breathing.
Mr. Shue had lost the coin toss; somehow Jazz believed that Sue had cheated. So, now Sue got to pick the students for her team first.
"Alright, the following students have been selected for a special elite glee club called Sue's kids." Sue started off. Jazz prayed to the lord that she was not part of it.
"Hold on," Mr. Shue interrupted. "We agreed not to split up the group."
"Aw, come on, Will. Give me a chance to do things the Sue Sylvester way. Maybe with my proven leadership abilities, I can help this pathetic group of mouth breathers place in sectionals."
Jazz sniffed heartily through her nose. Cory laughed and smacked the back of her head.
"We can't even compete in sectionals if we divide up the club Sue. It's against the rules."
"Really. You need to crack open a book, William. Here I have the show choir rule book, page twenty four." He threw him a book. "Provision 14, second attendant. Twelve members must perform for each team, however not must perform every song."
Mr. Shue threw the book on the piano. "Fine, just go ahead and take all the football players and your cheerios."
"Alright everybody. Listen up." Sue slipped on her glasses. Jazz shuddered and crossed her fingers. "When you here your name called, cross over to my side of this black shiny thing."
"That's called a piano, Sue." Mr. Shue said slowly.
"Santana." She called, ignoring the comment. "Wheels, gay kid. Come on, move it!" The three sitting in shock quickly got up. "Asian, other Asian, Aretha, and shack." Jazz let out her breath. "See Will, I don't want to participate in a group that ignores the need of the minority students."
They began arguing again and Jazz turned around to look who was left. All the white kids were sitting there. She knew Sue's plan right then.
Oliver was waiting at her locker this time. "I've been trying to stay away from Puck; I still have marks on my neck." He explained.
Jazz agreed and went on to tell him what Sue was up to. "And I don't know what to do." She said, stopping outside of her classroom so they could finish the conversation.
"I suggest you push through it. If you guys really are a team, you'll stay together." He kissed her forehead and smiled at her. "Don't worry about it, you guys are all really close."
"You're right. I should just leave it alone and whatever happens will happen." Jazz leaned onto his shoulder as he slung his arm over her.
The next glee club they were all sitting around Puck playing the guitar and all of them were just goofing off and having a good time together. They were singing songs and Finn was playing the drums along with the music. Jazz was thinking it would be awesome if every day was like this.
"I miss us all being together," Rachel said shrugging.
"I hope we don't get in trouble for our covert jam session." Artie laughed.
"If Sue catches us mingling, we're cooked." Kurt put his hands on his hips. "She told me if I even talk to one of Mr. Shue's kids she would shave my head." Everyone laughed. "And I just can't rock that look. Even Justin Timberlake is growing his fro back."
"I'd like to cook her over a spit." Jazz mumbled, smiling evilly. Finn hit her with a drum stick.
"Well, we gotta go guys." Mercedes said, ending that party. "Ms. Sylvester is expecting us in ten minutes in the dance studio." Jazz groaned and rolled her eyes.
As they left Mr. Shue walked in. "Alright, great news you guys. Brought the band with me and I think we've got our number for sectionals."
"Mr. Shue." Rachel started.
"None of us like what this has become." Jazz finished, patting that top of her head.
"Don't you guys see, that is how Sue wants you to feel? Giving up doesn't help anyone but her. Look, if it were up to me, we would all perform together at sectionals, but it's not up to me anymore. Okay? Sue's going to do her song and we're gonna do ours. Sue's kids are singing about hate, literally. So I thought we would try a kinder approach. Alright, Jazz and Finn, you are going to take the leads." Quinn looked furious, Rachel had been with Finn far too much.
"I love this song." Rachel said instead. "Everyone follow my lead." Jazz smiled sorrowfully at Quinn while Rachel and Finn got up to take the two mikes and everyone stayed in their spots.
"So much for togetherness." Quinn said, going back to her seat.
"Guys," Mr. Shue said, "You really need to practice this, night and day. Between classes, it has to be letter perfect."
"You got it Mr. S." Finn nodded.
They practice it all week, all the time. The song turned out to be perfect, but every time they did it Quinn looked more furious. Jazz avoided her by taking the mike on the other side of Puck every single time. Her and Puck and Cory didn't mind it as much and joked and laugh while they sang, having a great time.
The most recent time the ran through it, Finn and Rachel got really close by the end of it. Puck and Jazz stared at eachother with eyebrows raised. Quinn pushed between the too.
"Excuse me," Quinn said, close to tears. "What about us? You expect us to just sway back here like props." Puck winked at Jazz and the two stared swaying dramatically in silent fits of laughter.
Mr. Shue rolled his eyes and turned off the mikes. As they were packing up Quinn told Jazz, Cory, Puck, and Brittney. "I think Sue was right about him, he clearly doesn't like minorities." That one hit hard, because it would seem like it was true.
"Hey, Flames. Hold it."
Jazz stopped in the door way and waited for Puck to catch up.
"What did you think about practice today?" He asked once they became level with eachother.
"Poor Quinn," Jazz stated, shrugging. "I can see where she's coming from."
"Yeah… she should be with someone who'd treat her right…" Puck said slowly, lost in his own thoughts.
"And who's that? You?" Jazz giggled as he gave her a disbelieving look. "Come on Puckerman, she's a girl who needs a real guy. Not a real lay."
Puck put a hand over his heart. "That's offensive you know?"
"But it's also true. You could never settle down with a girl," Jazz stopped walking and turned to him. "You don't get close to them in a way you could."
"How would I do that?" Puck asked, looking the other way.
"Really get to know them," Jazz said, nodding. "I got to go, Oliver's waiting."
"Oliver's waiting," Puck repeated in a high voice but laughed. Jazz hit his arm and laughed as she walked away.
"Can you imagine in this day and age being discriminated against? My goodness, the pain you must be feeling." Sue sat in front of the three of them, having called them into her office. Jazz sat on her hands, trying to look everywhere but her face. She pointed to Puck first. "So, you're last name is Puckerman, huh?"
"It's Salome." Puck said, raising a fist. Jazz rolled her eyes.
"Who knew?" Sue said, turning to Brittney. She pulled a weight out of nowhere and started doing reps. "And poor, sweet Brittney. Oh, I know the Dutch are famous for cold people. But that's no excuse for treating you like some half priced hooker in Amsterdam's famous red light district." Brittney just stared at her. "And a poor red head. I checked and there are only two other like in the school, isn't that right gingy?" Jazz avoided eye contact. "And you're brother there who must be some kind of Indian." Cory gave her the biggest disbelieving look possible. "Well, all I can say is if you're serious about leaving Shuester, Sue Sylvester's rainbow tent will gladly protect you from his storm of racism."
"Is being a red-head even a race?" Jazz asked slowly, finding her voice.
"Of course, it shows you're obviously Irish." Sue said softly.
"Neither of my parents are."
"I guess they've been lying about who you're real parents are then."
Jazz shut up. Sue dismissed them to think about it.
"What're you thinking about Flames?" Puck asked.
"That she's spitting loads of bull crap." Jazz was fired up as she stomped to her locker.
"I know, I mean Rachel is Jewish too." He laughed and leaned against the wall.
"But, I think we should join." She said, closing her locker.
"What?" Puck asked, standing straight.
"We'll all almost be in one group again, and then we'll kick Sue out." Jazz faced him, seeing what he thought of the plan.
"Good idea, gingy." She stuck her tongue at him, taking off down the opposite hallway and meeting up with Oliver. Puck watched her run off with an unreadable expression.
That night for dinner Jennifer demanded that everyone sit down and eat their take-out. The atmosphere was cold and quiet.
"How was school today, Jazz?" Denis asked, trying to start a conversation.
Jazz looked up from her rice. "Pretty good, except that cheerleading coach that sat near us at the meeting told me you aren't my real mother."
"Well, I never… That woman is pure evil and full of spite." Jennifer said, pursing her lips into a straight line. "You will never be a cheerleader with that girl running the show. Have you seen how she treats them?"
"I could be a cheerleader if I wanted to." Jazz mumbled quietly. Denis put a hand over Jennifer's before she could retort and the only sounds were once again silverware on plates.
As her and Kurt walked into join the group in the audience, Jazz noticed everyone staring at the stage. She turned her head and saw Rachel, Quinn and Finn on stage, all by themselves. Sue was being obnoxious and rude as always, before the song had even started she said, "Alright, that's it. Everybody up. We're leaving."
"I'm sorry." Finn said, stepping to the front of the stage. "Is there a fire?"
"No, and that's the point. There is no fire." And Sue went off, arguing with Mr. Shue. They reminded Jazz of when her parents used to fight, before the split. Cory came and put an arm around her.
Puck looked nervously at Jazz, who was holding her eyes tightly closed. Cory yelled, "Enough! If we wanted to hear two parents fight, those of us who have two parents would just stay home on payday." Jazz squeezed his hand.
"I agree." Mercedes stepped in. "Glee club is supposed to be fun and furthermore, I don't like this minority business. I may be a strong proud black woman but I'm a lot more than that. I'm out." She walked away.
"M-me too." Tina followed suit.
"I agree." Jazz said, and Cory and Puck followed her carrying Artie.
"Maybe they should just do it already." Puck whispered as they were walking out. Jazz elbowed him and laughed.
No one had planned on going glee club the next day but Mr. Shue had hunted them down and made them all meet him in the room.
"Sue was right to shine the light on minorities." Mr. Shue told the room seriously while Sue leaned on the piano behind him. "Because you're all minorities. You're in glee club. Now, there are only twelve of you and all you have is eachother. So it doesn't matter than Rachel is Jewish, or that Finn is…"
"Unable to tell my rights from my lefts." Finn finished seriously. Jazz had to stuff her fist in her mouth to keep from laughing.
"Or that Santana is Latina. Or that Quinn is…"
"Pregnant." Sue finished. Everyone looked stunned. "Sorry, Q. It will be all over the blogs by this afternoon. Now everybody knows. Including me." She got up and walked out.
Jazz's stomach dropped and she looked at Quinn. She looked like she was going to cry. Jazz was going to go to her but Puck grabbed her arm, his jaw clenched.
As soon as the bell rang, people dispersed without saying a word. Quinn didn't move and told Finn to leave her. Jazz stayed behind and sat in the seat next to her. Cory was the last one out of the room, staring back concernedly at Quinn and Jazz.
"Why do you keep staying around for me?" Quinn asked, wiping her eyes.
"Because everyone needs someone, Quinn." Jazz crossed her legs and turned to face her. Quinn looked at her for a second then broke down crying, falling into Jazz's arms. "Everything will get better. You have a beautiful little girl to look forward too. Just, keep holding on."
That week the glee club performed a beautiful version of keep holding on with Jazz and Finn at the leads. Throughout the song they directed their words to Quinn, who couldn't stop crying. Jazz knew what it was like to lose everything, but she wouldn't let that happen to Quinn, at the end of the song, she took her hand and tried to put all her feelings into it.