The entire glee club came back from sectionals, winning first place. They were all so excited that they could not wait to start practicing for regionals. I walk into the room watching everyone talking about what type of songs we should sing. Everyone looks happy. I notice Santana and Brittany over in the corner. Brittany was sitting in Santana's lap, looking real friendly and cute. I keep myself from glaring at them, but Santana notices me and rolls her eyes.
I take a sit in the back as Mr. Schue walks inside the classroom. He had a really large and dumb grin on his face. He throws some folders onto the piano. He turns and looks at the class, as everyone sit and patiently wait. It was quiet as no one was talking or moving, but you could just hear everyone busting at the seams.
"Well, hello everyone," he says, "For those of you were didn't know. We won first place at sectionals." Everyone cheers and claps. "So, I have some ideas for songs that we should sing at our next competition. Now this one will determine whether we will go to nationals or not. The top three schools that perform the best in the state will go on to nationals. Which will be held in San Francisco, California this year." There was an extra applause when he mentions California.
"We have to go there." I heard Artie say. Everyone agrees with him, by mumbling how exciting it will be.
Mr. Schue starts to pass out sheets of paper to everyone. "So I have a list of songs that I think will be able to help us get win. Now only five schools will be performing, so that means there's a chance we will not be able to go. Plus we are going up against some very competitive schools in the state." We each stare at the sheet of paper that was staring back at us.
"The songs are: Umbrella by Rihanna, Love and happiness by Al green, I want you back by Jackson 5, and All I want is you by Alicia Keys. We can only do two songs. So we have to vote and choose which ones we will do." We all took out a piece of paper to vote for which songs we wanted. While we all voting I couldn't help but to think about Santana and what she may have thought when she saw my video. She has not acted any differently towards me ever since the group left for sectionals. Did she see it? Did she throw it away? I have to know, she is acting like I did not just pour my heart and soul to her over that video.
We all pass our slips down, Mr. Schue announces that the winners were Umbrella and I want you back. We discuss the details of who is going to sing what. I tune it all out as I keep staring at Santana. Glee practice ends, and I get up and prepare to leave. I walk towards the door as I notice Santana standing there by herself, packing up her things. I look around to see who else was in the room and I make my way to Santana. I get stop by Sam, who was looking at me with a huge wide grin as his face. His hair was covering half of his face.
"Hi, Quinn." He says to me. I watch as I see Santana about to leave.
"Listen Sam I have to do something, talk to someone really quick." I try to quickly walk around Sam when Santana moves for the door. I see her meet up with Mercedes, who was waiting for her at the door, as they both leave.
I see Sam still staring at me, with that dumb smile on his face.
"Quinn, I was wondering if you would want to go out on a date with me?" She seems nervous as he utters that line to me. I do not say anything for awhile. I think, would I date someone like Sam? He was a football player, he was nice, he was a Christian, He made decent grades, and he was cute in an awkward way. All of the girls at school were crushing on him. And here he is, asking me on a date. Me, out of all the girls he could have dated he wants to date me. My heart sinks as I keep thinking how happy I should be but couldn't shake the thought of replacing him with Santana.
I feel myself start to tear up again, but I look at Sam and see him watching me, looking all concerned. I fake a huge smile, straighten my back, and look him in the eye.
"Of course I would love to date you, Sam. I was actually starting to wonder what was taking you so long to ask me." I try to add an extra sass to my voice, so he would not notice my voice quivering.
He smiles back, "Well, you could have always asked me out." He says.
"Not my style," I reply back, "Come to my house this Friday at 8." I walk off, faster than I wanted.
I walk out to my car. I get inside and I just sit there, thinking not moving.
I can make this work. I think to myself. I can do this, I have to do this. I feel myself shaking as I put my key in the ignition as drive away.