5. myspace comment

It was Monday, and we were all doing our duets this week.

(Writers Note:But mr Shue decided to tell them on Friday, instead of Monday because I messed the dates up, sorry bahaha)

Santana told me on Saturday what happened with her and Brittany. They were just not going well. They would fight and argue a lot, and it didn't feel like they were in love. Which is weird because they were like the schools best and most perfect couple this year.——Santana walked into the choir room, with her backpack on her shoulder. She strolled right past Brittany, who was beside her duets partner, Noah Puckerman. She went to sit behind me, and she waved. I waved back.

I hadn't even noticed until a few seconds later that Finn and Quinn were holding each others hands, near the drums. My heart sank. I felt sorrow, and I could feel my throatstart to shake. Finn looked at me, his smiley face faded. He gave a small but polite smile to me, and Quinn turned his head with her hand, and started to kiss. I groaned, rolled my eyes, then payed attention to Mr. Shue.

"Let's get right into it, class. Okayyyy...who wants to go first?"

Sugar raised her hand high."Blaine and I would like to start." Blaine looked embarrassed. I feel bad for him. Having to sing with SUGAR. Mr Shue gave a sympathetic look to Blaine, and he walked off once Sugar got in front of everyone. Blaine slowly got up with her too.

They sang the song '22' by Taylor Swift. Sugar overpowered Blaine's voice with her noise, but with Blaine's harmonies in the background, it wasn't a total mess. They finished their song, and they received some very slow claps from the audience. Blaine walked off so fast you could barely see him, and Sugar was bowing like a princess.

Once Sugar got back to the risers (3 minutes after they finished singing), it was time for another duet. Mr Shue stood in front of the class, and clapped his hands together.

"Okayyy...Mercedes and Tina?" Mr Shue asked. Both of the girls nodded and got up, smiling. "You know what to do, HIT IT!" Mercedes said to the band.

Music started playing, and I must say, though I am better than them, it was a great performance to watch. They sang 'S&M' by Rihanna. They had a dance routine and everything. Everyone clapped and whistled.

"What a PERFORMANCE ladies!" Mr Shue said as the girls sat down. "Okay...lets do a few more today."

The rest of the class was a bit more boring. Mike and Rory did a song from the musical Chicago, where Mike did a dance routine. Kurt and Joe did an acoustic version of "How to Save A Life' by the fray. It was cute, and Kurt sounded fantastic. Joe was a little pitchy, but it doesn't really matter. Sam and Artie did 'Viva la Vida' by Coldplay. T'was cute.

But I didn't care. I was staring at Finn. The Finn who was mine, but now with someone else. I miss talking to Quinn, too. I'm tempted to. We were friends once.

The bell rang, and home I went. Straight away, without any distractions from people. I got into my car (that Finn taught me to drive) and raced to my house. I opened the door, ran up the stairs and went straight to my bed. I set up my new video camera, sang a few broadway ballads, and posted them on MySpace.

I looked at the viewers. 1 view...3 views...4 views. They went up, but very slowly. Not many people watched my videos, and probably because not many people are on MySpace. But what I saw next...was hurtful.

Quinn Fabray had viewed my video. She made a pretty harsh comment.

"Wow, your vocals are really rough today. Are you feeling sick?🤣"

That was the first thing she has said to me since she got back together with Finn. I stared at it, and felt tears form in my eyes. But I wiped them away. I'm not letting her get to me. I exited out of MySpace and got onto my iMessages. I clicked on Santana's user.

(Santana=bold : Rachel=Underlined)

Santana, let's pick a new song.

She took a while to respond, but after an hour of so, her notification popped up.

Why?

Because I need to show Quinn how good my vocal chords are.

I saw that comment, too

What do you say...?

She typed, then deleted, then typed again.

Alright.