I walked in the doors clutching my books to my chest as if armor in defense of all the questions I'd be asked. Sure enough, Lindsay and Micky ran up to me.

"How was it?" Micky asked.

"Was he charming?" Lindsay asked wistfully.

"Too many musicals, Lindsay," I said cynically.

"Will you be seeing him again?" Lindsay pressed on.

"No," I said flatly. Micky and Lindsay gasped.

"Mars!" Micky exclaimed, "What happened?"

"What?" I said defensively, "I just didn't feel anything when I was with him, that's all. It wasn't unpleasant. I just… I'll explain later, okay? After Glee!"

"Fine," Lindsay said begrudgingly, crossing her arms. She wanted the details there and then. "Wait- where's Damian? Don't you usually drive each other?"

"Odd day," I said, "There's 185 days of school. That's an odd number, you see. If I drive half the time and he drives half the time there's one day left. On that day we both drive separately. We decided last week that today was that day." Micky rolled her eyes and laughed. Lindsay smiled endearingly.

Damian walked up behind us and poked me and Lindsay in the back. She yelped and I turned around, karate hands in the air. Micky snorted at the three of us.

"Hey," he said, putting his arm around Lindsay and me. I shrugged it off but Lindsay let it stay there.

"Salut," I said, saluting him.

"French!" Micky shouted, hitting her forehead with her face, "I forgot to do my homework!"

Lindsay and I stared after her in shock. "That's not like her," Lindsay said, voicing exactly what I was thinking.

"I know, something's been up with her lately," I commented.

Samuel walked past us, not even acknowledging our existence. "I'll see you guys later," I said, waving, "I need to check on something."

"Or someone," Lindsay said, raising her eyebrow. Her and Damian, the freaking eyebrow twins. I shot her a face and went after Samuel.

"Sam!" I called. The dread-locked boy stopped, turned around and walked over to me.

"Yeah?" he asked.

"We haven't talked in a while," I said, shrugging, "I figured I'd say 'hi.'"

He frowned. "Hi," he said then turned away and started walking off.

I stood in shock for a second before going after him. I grabbed his shoulder, making him flinch. He turned around, his blue eyes piercing my like daggers. "What?" he said coldly.

"What's up with you?" I asked, maintaining eye contact.

"Did what I shared with you mean nothing?" he asked, his voice a deadly whisper.

"What are you talking about?" I asked, confused.

"You and Damian are good for each other but you're fooling around with Cameron," he said.

"I told you, Sam," I said, "Damian and I aren't together." He rolled his eyes and walked off. I filled with anger. "And who gave you the right to dictate my love life!" I yelled after him before storming away angrily.

I opened my locker, grabbed the books I needed and slammed the door. As I stood up I looked right at a familiar face wearing glasses. "Hi," Cameron said stiffly.

"Hi," I responded quickly. Suddenly there was a ring. I tried not to smile. Saved by the bell! I scurried to French class.

"Okay guys," Mr. Schue said clapping his hands together. "Last week, I gave you guys the assignment to sing a song to someone here that you care about. Bryce, you first." Bryce smiled, stood up and sang A Whole New World to Emily.

Everyone applauded when he was done and Emily kissed him, making me gag a little. Then Mr. Schue called up Damian.

"Thanks, Mr. Schue," he said, smiling, "This song is for my best friend, Marissa." Lindsay looked a little put out that he wouldn't be singing to her.

I blushed and shook my head, begging him not to sing to me.

He grabbed the microphone, whispered the song name to the pianist and band and started.

"This is the story of a girl
Who cried a river and drowned the whole world
And while she looked so sad in photographs
I absolutely love her
When she smiles"

He closed his eyes and sang with his heart.

Now how many days in a year
She woke up with hope
But she only found tears
And I can be so insincere
Making her promises never for real
As long as she stands there waiting
Wearing the holes in the soles of her shoes
Now how many days disappear
When you look in the mirror
So how do you choose."

He looked at me making me bite my lip to stop from crying.

"Your clothes never wear as well the next day
And your hair never falls in quite the same way
You never seem to run out of things to say

Now how many lovers would stay
Just to put up with this shit
day after day
Now how did we wind up this way
Watching our mouths for the words that we say
As long as we stand here waiting
Wearing the clothes or the soles that we choose
Now how do we get there today
When we're walking too far for the price of our shoes

Your clothes never wear as well the next day
And your hair never falls in quite the same way
You never seem to run out of things to say

Well your clothes never wear as well the next day
And your hair never falls in quite the same way
You never seem to run out of things to say

This is the story of a girl
Whose pretty face she hid from the world
And while she looks so sad in photographs
I absolutely love her

This is the story of a - girl
Who cried a river and drowned the whole world
And while she looked so sad in photographs
I absolutely love her
When she smiles
When she smiles!"

I scowled at him. "What did you think?" he asked, out of breath. I was angry. He got up there and sang a song about my personal problems. I practically growled at him. At the same time it brought up a lot of other emotions. I frowned at him, not answering. "Mars?" he asked, his eyes were full of concern.

He stepped closer and I couldn't help it. I flung myself at him. I hugged his around the neck and he held me around the waist. Cameron and Lindsay looked on in flaming jealousy. They'd never be as close to us as we were to each other. He kissed my cheek and hugged me closer. The night before, when he said he'd never leave me, when we hugged I knew it was true.

When I pulled away, I wiped my tears and stood tall. "Mr. Schue, can I go next?" I asked. I could put these emotions to good use, I decided. He nodded, smiling at me. Damian patted my back and sat down next to Lindsay.

"This song is for my best friend, Damian," I announced, "I had a hard time choosing the right song that expressed my thoughts and feelings but I decided on this one. It conveys how Damian is always there for me, the laughs we've shared, the secrets we've kept for each other, our inside jokes, and everything our friendship entails." I whispered the song to the pianist and the band.

"Like a bird without wings
That longs to be flying,
Like a motherless child

Left lonely and crying.
Like a song without words,
Like a world without music,
I wouldn't know what to do
I'd be lost without you
Watchin' over me.

I get so lonely, when you're away
I count every moment, I wait every day,
Until you're home again
And hug me so tight
That's when I know
Everything is alright.

Like a bird without wings
That longs to be flying,
Like a motherless child
Left lonely and crying.
Like a song without words
Like a world without music,
I wouldn't know what to do
I'd be lost without you
Watchin' over me.

(George sings harmonies here)

You're my guardian angel
My light and my guide
Your hand on my shoulder
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And you by my side.
You make everything beautiful,
You make me complete.
Everything in my world
I lay at your feet..

Like a church with no steeple,
Where a bell never rings.
In a town without people,
Where no voice in the choir ever sings.
If a boat on the ocean
Would be lost with no sail,
Then without your devotion
Surely all that I dreamed of would fail.

(George doing harmonies)

Like a song without words
Like a world without music,
I wouldn't know what to do
I'd be lost without you
Watchin' over me

I wouldn't know what to do
I'd be lost without you
Watchin' over me"

Damian and I hugged again.