𝑆1:𝐸𝑝12~𝑀𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑠

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"looks like everybody voted for Rachel." Mr shue says "including Rachel. but we need two captains guys."

"why two, were fine with having Rachel represent us in the thunderclap by herself." quinn says slightly too fast.

"we'd actually prefer it." Kurt adds

then the bell goes

~♫♫♫~

"hey Andy." i hear Rachel say

"what do you want goblin." i say to her as i close my locker

"you know you have leader ship qualities-"

"no." i say calmly

"you didn't even-"

"no Rachel." i get a bit louder as i slowly lose my cool.

"what, why-"

"I said NO, Rachel. I'm not going to take a stupid photo for a stupid club. Get of my BACK!" i yell at her

she looks taken back as i slam my locker closed walking away.

i didn't notice two cheerleaders watching the scene unfold between Rachel and i.

~♫♫♫~

i sit in glee reading as Rachel storm in

"id like to call this meeting to order." she says shutting the door until Finn walks in "oh , hello Finn. how nice of you to show." she says stomping back to us

they talk for a second till Rachel starts again "okay look, i realise now that all of you think that glee club is just a joke. Okay, and you're convinced that we cant win, and you're content to just sit idle by until Figgins cancels the club." she folds her arms "well i about to present to you a rare opportunity. the opportunity to become stars." she says

most people look happy but not me, Quinn speaks up "how?" she asks Rachel

"we've all been cast in a local commercial." she says making people gasp

"are you serious?" Finn asks

"yes Finn, and while all of you have been so concerned with your appetence in this school, I've landed glee club its first big brake. simply put making us all celebrities."

at this i begin to pack up my things quietly

"and no one messes with celebrities or defaces their pictures." Rachel says

"what's the commercial?" Tina asks as i zip up my bag

"hold on to your hats and get ready to sell . . . some mattresses'!" she says smiling wildly

"yeah, no I'm out. sorry thats not for me, i don't want to be a celebrity and i don't want to be in a dumb commercial." i say getting up

"God what has been up your butt this week Andy, you normally negative but not this much?" Rachel says folding her arms

i grab my bag and crutches and look ay her angrily "JESUS RACHEL, NOT EVERYONE WANTS THIER NAME IN LIGHTS, GET OVER IT!"

i walk out leaving them all in silence.

~♫♫♫~

"ok what the hell is with you, you didn't come to the commercial thing, it was kind of fun-"

"i don't care Santana." i say sitting in our spot at the lima viewpoint, where i have been all day.

"well for someone who doesn't care, you sure have been very vocal this week, if this is like sue telling u to ruin moral then-"

"its not that." i say softly

she grabs my hand "what is it?"

"i- its stupid." i say shaking my head

"no, no its not just tell me." she moves her hands to cup my face and sees my tears "oh Rea.." she says sympathetically

"the last time i had my photo taken was for a gymnastic thing and then a week later my dad died. . .he loved being the centre of attention, like berry. he was always taking photos and videos of me and him. he wanted to be this huge rock star and he died, i-i don't want that. i don't want to be seen, im sacred to be."

my body gets wrapped in Santana's warmth "oh baby. you aren't your dad mi amor." (my love)

i sniffle a bit "i-i know but i might become him."

"he was your hero, wasn't he?" she asks and i nod so she continues "so be the best parts of him, not the worst."

i look at her and she wipes away my tears "I'm glad we are each others person." i say softly, we both know what i wanted to say but she just smiles and kisses me softly.

"im glad too, now let me drive you home."

i nod and we head to mine.

~♫♫♫~

mr shue comes in and tell us the bad news

"but we don't want to go to sectionals without you." Artie says

"its without me or not at all." Mr shue says in a tired voice "look i was the one who slept on the mattress with means i accepted them, not you. witch means I'm disqualified from competition."

"nice loophole." i say

"he's taking the bullet for us." puck adds realising it a moment later than i did.

mr shue sighs " we have worked too hard for you guys not to get your shot."

"we cant do this without you Mr shue. hell we probably cant do it with you" Finn says

"thats not true." Mr shue butts in "you guys are good. your really good. you did jump for that commercial without me, right? look the best teachers don't give you the answers. they just point the way and let you make your own choices, your own mistakes. that way you get all the glory." he says walking round us " and you deserve it. if you cant win without me there then i haven't done my job." he says walking back to the front

"we're really sorry Mr shue." Rachel says for us.

"i know." he nods kindly "i want you guys to go get gussied up and take that glee club photo with pride. i want to see a smile on everyone's face, even you Andy." he says making us laugh.

we go to the bathroom but i pause and Mr shue comes to me

"i herd you aren't really into getting your photo taken." he says

"thats an understatement." i say lightly

"i think it would mean a lot to the club if you did, shows they are making a difference." he says patting my back lightly.

~♫♫♫~

i hear them all talk in the bathroom so i walk in

"so anyone got some clear mascara?" i say

"Andy!" i hear them all say happily as i walk in

"im sorry bout this week guys." i say as Santana gets out some lip-gloss for me

"its ok, we all have our moments." Rachel says

i nod and after a second we head out to take the photo.






















































































a/n: how we feeling bout this one?

Its un editied but we vibe

i liked Britt and Andy, their friendship so so cute. Andy teaches Britt basic spelling and Britt is happy, i love <3

Also i made a wanda x OC book plz check it out im super excited for it Xx

hope you are all happy and healthy my loves

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