Nationals

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"Olivia!" shouted Quinn. We were all in the studio trying to get the moves down for Nationals.

"What is it?" I asked, as she approached me.

"It's Mercedes," she replied. I instantly left and sprinted to your room.

I opened the door and slammed it shut behind me. I glanced around the room, but no one was there.

"In here, Goldilocks!" yelled Coach Sue from the bathroom. I jogged in, Mercedes was having an ice bath and she looked in pain.

"Mercedes..," I started. "What the hell where you thinking, getting sick now?"

"Haha, very funny," she replied. I stayed for a while laughing and keeping her company.

Until Santana burst through the door," Sorry to interrupt this lovely moment, but Liv, we need you downstairs.

We went back to the studio, and everyone was fighting. Sam and Puck were about to leap at eachother, however I stuck myself in between them.

"Hey, stop it!" I screamed, putting my hands on their chest to stop them from moving any closer. "What was that for?"

Puck's face was red with anger," He's studying for some stupid geography test while we're trying to rehearse! It's bogus!"

" 'Cause I already know the dance! You dance like you've got your feet caught in bear traps," retaliated Sam.

Puck took a step forward and, gladly, I was still in the middle of them.

Mr Shue them marched in and took my place.

"Come on, guys, cool it."

"Mr Shue, are you aware that while we're arguing about jazz squares, Unique is being handed the key to the city by Rahm Emanuel?" asked Sugar, rhetorically.

Then, Britt—who was looking out the window, with a pouty face— added, "And plus my pillow and my blanket fell into the pool. Disaster!"

"Look," Mr Shue started, giving us all sympathetic glances, "I think everybody is just a little tired."

"We've been rehearsing for three straight hours," complained Kurt,

"Yeah, and we'll rehearse all night if we have to," concluded Finn. "We can rest after we've won!"

"Just because we've lost Mercedes doesn't mean we can be anything less than perfect," said Rachel, trying to sprinkle a little optimism over the group, but only earned eye rolls.

"Perfect! That's easy for you to say," Tina argued.

"Hey, hey!" Santana caught everyone's attention, "Okay, you know what? You know what? Hey! I don't want to hear any of this, "We can't do it without her," because guess what? We don't have a choice. So be warned: if you are not giving this everything you've got, I will go all Lima Heights on your sorry asses."

"Listen to yourselves," Mr Shue told us.

"I know. I'm sorry," explained Santana, "I always go to the yelling place. I have rage."

"No, it's a good thing," protested Mr Shue, "A great thing. There is so much passion in this room Even all your arguing, it's about the work. You guys really wanthis. Okay, so let's take a half-hour break, and then we'll run it from the top."

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