Mash up

'The hours I spend with you I look upon as sort of a perfumed garden, a dim twilight, and a fountain singing to it. You and you alone make me feel that I am alive. Other men it is said have seen angels, but I have seen thee and thou art enough.' George Moore

Dear Diary,

Last night we were just about to turn off the TV and get into bed when Sue came onto the screen. Will moved towards the TV while I stayed on the bed, eyes moving between Sue and Will's butt. Why are curves so aesthetically pleasing to the eye? Sue was spouting some preposterous notion that Burt has a baboon heart. It was amusing but Will was infuriated at such lies and dirty tactics. I moved next to him and told him to breathe deeply. 'You have to play nice because if you win by playing dirty it's not really winning, that's what we teach our students.' I took his face in my hands and pulled his forehead to mine. 'Right?' Will just groaned in surrender. Resistance was futile. We fell on to the bed.

Will's worried things might get ugly between the Troubletones and ND. I sense it too. I mean it doesn't take much to rouse the anger and animosity in Santana and Mercedes' diva attitude is never far from the surface. Will and Shelby have decided to do a mash up to show the kids that unlikely songs (like themselves) can go together. Then they're going to introduce the first McKinley High Mash Off.

'It's a great idea.' I started clearing the dishes. Will came up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist. Kissing my neck he said, 'You don't sound as convinced about the idea as I do.'

I turned to face him. 'I…I just feel jealous.'

He looked at me in bemusement. 'Really?'

'Yes! I wish I could sing with you.'

'We sing together all the time, we're always singing bits and pieces of songs at home.'

'I guess I mean perform…I can't sing those jaw dropping notes like Mercedes, or pierce someone's heart with a single note like Rachel.'

Will clasped my shoulders, 'Emma, as Rachel would tell you, she and Mercedes have trained their voices from the womb! Your sweet voice is music to my ears…in the morning (Will started planting kisses along my neck), in the afternoon, (he moved to my face) and in the evening (he reached my lips).

I laughed. 'I'm sorry for being jealous and not more enthusiastic. I do think your mash off is a terrific idea for the kids. I kissed him and went back to clearing the dishes off the table.

'You know what?' Will said.

I shook my head.

'I'm going to choose two songs to mash up about you and I so even though I'll be singing with Shelby, it's you I'll be singing about.'

Dear Diary,

We had the senior student presidential debate. I couldn't go…I had a careers guidance professional development seminar to attend, then I met Will after school and we went to the therapist for another session. On the way there in the car Will was telling me about Brittany's speech:

'Brittany talked about protecting the students from tornados and she promises to go topless on Tuesdays!' We laughed.

'Like Figgins will allow that! However, I think I understand what she's saying.'

Will looked at me questioningly. 'Few people do.'

'Despite Brittany portraying an air of complete innocence and non compos mentis, she is emotionally intelligent. She knows she can't really change anything and the school population is so diverse that she'll never please everyone. Our politicians have taught us that promises are meaningless so it doesn't really matter what you promise. Being kept safe from a tornado, in some people's eyes is as good a promise as any. It's what she appealed to that was clever - two basic human instincts – fear and reward.

'Ha, I never thought of it like that.'

'I don't think she's as unintelligent as the others like to think she is. I mean Santana is really smart, she wouldn't spend her time with someone who didn't stimulate her mentally.'

'She loves Brittany,' Will replied, 'she just won't admit it publicly.'

'They're protective of each other. Underneath Santana's confident, scathing and scornful exterior is a vulnerable young woman who perhaps only Brittany is allowed to see.' I added, 'Santana needs to find the courage to be who she wants to be or she'll never be happy.' We got out of the car and I took Will's hand, 'She needs some tough love to push her forward.'

Will smiled and gave me a kiss. We walked in.

Dear Diary,

Sue's slanderous ways have come back to slap her and Santana in the face. Someone has made an anti-Sue advertisement suggesting that Sue and Santana are both lesbians. Not that there is anything wrong with that and no one should care this day and age, but for Santana, who is still coming to terms with her sexual orientation, it was distressing. Will, Burt and Sue were with Santana in Figgin's office today when they showed her the ad. Santana ran off, saying she hadn't even told her parents. She turned up to the Troubletones' mash off but at the end of it Santana stepped off the stage and slapped Finn. She believes it's all Finn's fault because he said in the corridor where everyone could hear, that she was just afraid to be honest about her feelings towards Brittany. Finn has a point, but in hindsight he should have said it to her in private, not that Santana ever voices her opinions about everyone in private. No one thinks clearly when they're angry, least of all teenagers. Unfortunately Santana is reaping the culmination of recent events and one of the major seed growers was Sue. This is partly Sue's fault… If you throw stones you're likely to get boulders thrown back at you. Maybe Sue can handle boulders but Santana can't.