Shawn's POV:
So Quinn got in a car accident and Rachel and Finn had to postpone the wedding. I'm just glad she's alive, because the damage on her car was crazy. Sam wouldn't stop crying. I felt really bad for him. I had never seen him like that before. So the glee club comforted him at the hospital. Quinn's okay, but she's in a wheelchair.
"Hey, how are you feeling?" I asked Sam as I was getting breakfast from the kitchen.
"I'm fine, I'm just glad she's okay. I don't know what I would have done if she didn't make it." Sam said and he looks like he was gonna cry.
"Dude, dude, she's okay. She's fine." I told him.
"But she's stuck in a wheelchair!!" He yelled.
"I'm not gonna tell you calm down because if it was Santana, I would be the exact Sam way you are right now. So, what I am going to say is let out all your anger. Scream, kick, punch the air, whatever." I tell him and he starts yell and punching pillows on the couch. Once he's done, he's breathing heavily.
"Are you good now?" I asked him.
"I'm not good but I do feel better. Thanks Shawn." He says and then he adds "I'm going to pick Quinn up from the hospital. See you at school."
"Alright, see you." I tell him and go get dressed. I take a shower and I put on some blue jeans and a red sweatshirt and some black converse. I brush my teeth, come my curls and go to school.
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After Sam brought Quinn to school, everyone greeted her. We made her a welcome back poster. She told us not to pity her and this is actually the greatest day of her life. She and Artie did a number in their wheelchairs.
(Shawn is next to Santana)
"Here a lesson for you board Mr. Shue. Don't text and drive. Ever. It's the stupidest thing I've ever done." She pauses for a second "Besides sleeping with Puck." Yeah Quinn told us how she was texting Rachel when she got in her crash. Most people were blaming Rachel, especially Sam. But Rachel just wanted her to make it to the ceremony. And Quinn could have had her phone off. But I'm not blaming anyone. "There's a lot of rumors floating around, so let's clear the air. First of all, all my plumbing still works, which is awesome. But my spine was severely compressed in the car accident, which basically means I can't move my feet or legs. But the good thing is that I'm starting to regain feeling, so with a lot of physical therapy, and your prayers, I stand a good chance for a full recovery. So no tears." Quinn looks around until she spots Tina "That means you, Tina. Oh, and I apologize for the number. My dance moves aren't as smooth as Artie's yet."
"With practice, they will be." Artie tells her.
"I promise that by the time we go to Nationals, I'll be out of this chair, and dancing on that stage." Quinn promises.
"Alright!" We say and start clapping and cheering.
Me, Santana, Brittany and Sam go up and give her a hug. I'm glad Quinn's okay.
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"Five, Six, Seven, Eight!" Sue says and we start dancing. It's really sloppy. "Stop! Please, stop! This is an embarrassment!"
"Okay why is she here?" I said to Santana.
"I don't know, but I hope it's not for long." She replied.
"Got something you want to say orangutan?" Sue asked me and I look confused. How does she come up with these names?
"I said why are you here?" I spoke loud enough for her to hear. She walks over to me and speaks through the bullhorn
"Well, bird crap, I'm here to help you worthless losers win Nationals!" Sue says before leaving me and going back to the front. Then she looks at Mercedes.
"Hey Mercedes. Who you texting?" Sue asked suspiciously.
"I'm not texting anyone, I'm donating to the Obama campaign..." As Mercedes was saying this, Sue walked up to her and threw her phone.
"Ahhhh!! My droid!" Mercedes says in panic, face full of shock.
"Good news! I booked a tour at the Railroad Museum on Friday, which means we're gonna have an awesome Senior's Ditch Day." Finn states looking at his phone and Sue walks up to him. "What is she doing here?"
"Hey, Granny Panties! I'm taking over Booty Camp!!" Sue yelled him is face.
She then stood us all in a line and started insulting us.
"Your out of shape, your constantly late, and when your not too busy texting, your complaining about the choreography your too lazy to learn." She stops in front of Mercedes briefly before continuing down the line. This time she stops in front of Sam. "Your nothing but a coven of tardy," She continues walking down the line "Narcissistic, bloated, bags of cellulite who will stab each other in the back at the first glimpse of a solo in a competition hosted by a late-night horror movie host." Sue stops in front of Rachel now and she looks embarrassed. "Well, those days are over." Sue finishes and the rest is horror.
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"Sue is a nightmare, how do you stand her a Cheerios practice?" I asked Santana holding her by her waist.
"I don't stand her. I just ignore her." Santana tells me with her arms around my neck.
"Well that's kinda hard to do when she's throwing insults in your face all the time." I tell her.
"She doesn't really insult me, she just calls me Sandbags which I'm used to already so." Santana says with a shrug.
"I haven't asked but where do you want to go to college?" I questioned looking in her eyes.
"I'm not sure yet. I honestly don't know if I want to go to college." She tells me.
"Well let me know what you chose to do before the school year ends." I tell her.
"Okay." She tells me with that beautiful smile.
"I have to go to my art class now. I'll talk to you later." I tell her.
"Alright bye." She says and I peck her lips and walk to art class.
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Me and Santana were walking in the library to meet with some of the glee club members. We got there and sat down on a couch.
"We all know why we're here. I've waited five years for this. I want ideas for Senior Ditch Day. Go." Puck instructed.
"Ooh! A Gershwin/Sondheim scavenger hunt!" Kurt suggested excitedly.
"That sounds like torture." Santana told him.
"We want actual ideas, Kurt." Puck reminded him.
"How about a dance movie marathon? Footloose... Footloose 2011." Mike insisted excitedly, eyes gleaming with happiness.
"What about a non-alcoholic pub crawl?" Mercedes proposed.
"It's Senior Ditch Day, not Senior Citizen's Ditch Day." Puck said, thinking the idea was for old people. Which it was.
"It's springtime. I would like to see something give birth." Brittany stated and chuckled.
"Quinn, I'm so sorry. It was my wedding that you were going to when you got into your car crash, you were answering my text message, and now... we're all sitting here, and we're talking about this day that's supposed to be the most amazing and unforgettable day of our high school lives, and we're completely ignoring the fact that she's sitting in that chair?" Rachel cried. "It's not right. It not right, and it shouldn't be like this."
"Well, maybe not, but... this is the way it is. My accident, which you did not cause, by the way, does not define me or ruin our Senior year. I meant what I said in the choir room. I'm not gonna dwell on this, and neither should any of you, okay?" She looks around at us. "Come here." She instructs for Rachel to go to her and give her a hug. She does and Rachel is crying which makes Quinn say "Come on, come on." And chuckles a little bit. "Now, we are ditching as planned. I think we shoes go to Six Flags." Quinn says and everyone's eyes light up.
"The Lady Fabray has chosen wisely. Six Flags it is." Puck announces.
"I'm coming with you guys. I'm not a senior, but there's no way I'm staying here when everyone else is out having fun." I tell them.
"Fine with me." Finn says.
"Me too. Meeting adjourned!!" Pick states and we all leave.
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Sue was writing something on the board in the choir room. Probably an insult.
"Why is she always here now?" I whisper to Santana.
"I don't know. But I don't want her here. It's bad enough I have to see her miserable ass at Cheerios practice." Santana whispers back to me. I laugh at this.
Sue writes on the board lazy idiots.
"Lazy idiots, your leader Will Schuester has informed me that my teaching methods are harsh and too extreme. So I've decided to show you what a real artist looks and acts like." Sue states. "Ladies and gays, as my gift to you, which you do not deserve, I give you Porcelains famous brother..." Sue starts off. Finns not famous tho.
"Actually, it's my brother." Blaine clarifies.
"Cooper Anderson." Sue announces and we all clap. He goes up to her and kisses her which is gross. Anyone kissing Sue is nasty.
"Guys, it was just a few years ago that I was sitting in a sad drab room like this with dreams like yours that I though would never come true. But you know what? They did. So, tomorrow, at Sue's insistence, I will be teaching a Master class in acting for anyone who's interested in becoming successful in the business like me." Cooper announces and we clap.
"Do you know Gordon Ramsay?" I asked him excited.
"Haven't met him in person. Sorry kid."He tells me and I frown.
"I have to meet Gordon Ramsay." I whisper to Santana. "I want to go on Hell's Kitchen."
"You know he's like the biggest bitch on that show. And that's coming from me. And plus, Cooper doesn't know him."Santana whispered back.
"I know. That's the point of the show. To see who lasts hell longest. And how makes the best meal. Plus, I'll find a way to get on that show." I say and smile.
"Okay, if you want to go on that show, I fully support you." Santana tells me and I smile.
"Thanks babe, it means a lot." I say to her.
"Your welcome baby." She says and kisses my cheek.
"Cooper, we can't thank you enough. This is so generous of you to share your time and expertise." Mr. Shue thanks Cooper.
"Well, it's very clear that the Anderson brothers at very talented, and I'm sure that there were many family holidays where the two of you maybe did a little duet by the piano?" Rachel asked gesturing towards the piano.
"Actually, it's funny that you should mention that because Blaine and I were famous around the neighborhood." Cooper states.
"Not famous." Blaine argues.
"We were pretty famous around the neighborhood for our dueling Simon LeBon impressions."
"Oh, no, no, no, no. Please don't make me do that." Blaine told Cooper with a smile.
"Oh, no, Blaine, you have to. Your both so handsome and good." Kurt tells him.
"Come on, Blaine. What do you say? How about a little Duran Duran? Is that okay?" Cooper asked Mr. Shue.
"Yeah!" Mr. Shue says giving him a thumbs up. We all cheer and encourage Blaine to stand up.
"Great! Come on." Cooper convinces Blaine.
"Okay, okay, okay." Blaine finally gives in and stands up. We clap for them.
(Shawn is next to Santana)
When they finish we all clap.
"I was really great in that number." Cooper says and Blaine face changes from a smile to annoyance.
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Me, Sam, Santana and Quinn were at my house watching horror movies.
"Don't go in there." I say as I watch a teen girl walk towards a dark hallway. I shake my head and watch in anticipation. I hid my face in the blanket due to being a little scared. A blood curdling scream comes from the tv.
"She's stupid for that. It's always the teens that are dumbasses in these movies." Santana shakes her head.
"That's cause most teens are naturally stupid and would do that in reality." Sam said stuffing his face with popcorn.
"Not me. I wouldn't go into a dark hall alone." Quinn says drinking a can of pepsi.
Once the movie finishes, we order pizza and have a sleepover. Quinn sleeps in Sam's room and Santana sleeps in my bedroom. Obviously.
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"Welcome guys, to the Cooper Anderson Acting Master class." Cooper announces and we clap. "Thank you. Yes. Buckle your seat belts, kids, buckle your seat belts. Cause I'm about to pour you a tall glass of 'This is how it is.' First thing your gonna want to know: Don't go to college. It is a waste of time. Number two: Don't go to New York. Theater is lame and Broadway is dead." Cooper says. Sorry Cooper, I'm already going there for college. "Real actors do Tv and film, which means Hollywood is where it's at. Now let's talk headshots!" Cooper instructs.
"Always, without fail, turn into a pose." He says does the poses. "Again. And again. And one more time." Cooper says as he changes the poses. We all clap for him. "Yes, that is a dynamic headshot, and bam, you just got your first callback. So now you've got your 'sides'. Your foot's in the door. What do you do next? Gotta figure out, is it comedic or is it dramatic? Often it's hard to tell, right? So do what I do: ask the director. Is this scene comedic or dramatic? He will know your an actor who's not afraid to ask the tough questions, right?" Cooper continues his speech.
"Okay, what's the key to a dramatic scene?"
"Finding the emotion." Sam answers.
"Uh no, connecting with your scene partner." Rachel corrects Sam.
"Oh no, no and no." The key to a dramatic scene is pointing. When people are really emotional, they point their fingers a lot." Cooper corrects both of them.
"That's not true at all. That's... that's terrible advice." Blaine tells him.
"Excuse me guys. I'm sorry. I'm sorry, Blaine. Are you an internationally beloved spokesman for the Internet's fastest-growing credit score Web site?" Cooper asked him.
"No." Someone said. I don't know who.
"So let's focus in, okay? I'm here for you." Cooper brushed his hair back with his hand. "I don't normally do this, but because your in my brother's class and you guys are so nice, I'm gonna give you some Level 2 stuff." He grabs a bag and we excitedly chatter amongst ourselves until Cooper starts speaking again. "The secret to great acting, great acting: ignoring whatever the other actor is doing. Eye contact with a scene partner is incredibly distracting." Cooper says. He gives the worst advice.
Cooper then gives us more bad advice and starts saying some cocky stuff. Then Cooper starts changing the pitch of his voice to show us he is an intense actor. Cooper also brought in scripts from the show NCIS. What is that???
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Rachel and Blaine are doing their scene but I'm not really paying attention because I'm playing a game on Santana's phone. I left my phone at home.
"This game is amazing." I say staring at the screen.
"Not really. I only downloaded it for when I have no internet connection or something." She says.
"You gotta start playing to. It's the best." I say and she shakes her head with a smile. I continue playing the game until I hear Blaine yell.
"Coop, your my brother!" Blaine yells which grabs my attention "Can't you just support me?"
The Cooper goes on to say that he can't tell if Blaine it talking to him unless he points. And he tells Blaine good job while also correcting him on something. I can tell Blaine hates that about his brother. Then we do an acting exercise called The Emotional Tornado.
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( Shawn is sitting next to Santana on the floor)
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(Shawn is on the rollercoaster next to Santana)
We were at the amusement park and I was having the best time. Sam wanted to go with Quinn and Artie to the skateboarding rink but she told him to go to the amusement park and have fun. After hours of convincing, he finally gave in and came here.
"Hey, I forgot to tell you." I said as I was walking next to Finn. We were both eating popcorn.
"Tell me what?" He puts popcorn in his mouth.
"I lost my virginity to Santana." I tell him. Not so loud cause I don't want to brag.
"Are you serious? That's amazing. And you never thought I would lose it?" Finn says.
"I mean, how many people do you know that would want to have sex with a intersex girl?" I asked him.
"Well one now." He says gesturing to Santana. "So how was it?"
"It was amazing. She didn't go to rough on me and let me do what I want. I wanted to go slow and it was amazing. I felt like I was in heaven the whole time." I say sighing dreamily.
"Well, she's a keeper. You really love her don't you?" Finn asked me as we sit on a bench.
"I really do Finn, I really do. She's the best." I admit.
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"Let's go on that ride!" I tell Santana, Tina, Mercedes and Brittany.
"That looks scary." Brittany says looking up.
"Yeah, that's like a death trap." Mercedes agrees.
"It's not. It's fun. I'm telling you." I tell them.
"That ride is like 150 feet tall. No way." Tina says.
"Yeah, no way am I going on that suicide ride." Santana agrees.
"Oh come on guys, let's just have fun. It will be worth it." I promise you.
"Okay fine. You go on the ride and if yo I come out okay, we'll ride it." Santana tells me and the others nod.
"Alright. No problem." I say and run to the ride.
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I was coming off the ride and it was the worst experience ever. I threw up so many times on that ride. I stumble over to them.
"So how was it?" Mercedes asked smirking smugly.
"The worst experience in my life. I can't feel my legs or my hands." I say gently touching my hands.
"And you tried to make us ride it?" Santana asked rhetorically.
"Yeah, it was interesting." I say.
"I don't think that's interesting. That ride looks like all my nightmares combined." Brittany says fearful.
"It's okay, it's fine. I'm fine I prom-" I start but then I throw up on the ground behind me.
"Oh my god!!" Brittany yells.
"Are you okay??" Mercedes asked me.
Santana comes up to me and says
"Come on, let's sit you down." She guides me to a seat and goes to get something. Mercedes, Tina and Brittany comfort me.
When Santana gets back, she tells the others to go and have fun and she will take care of me.
"Drink this." She says and hands me water. After I drink the water I say
"Okay, let's go back to the rides now." I stand up.
"Wait where do you think your going? You literally just threw up." Santana says.
"Come on San, I'm fine. Plus we aren't gonna be here all day so I still want to have fun." I say and give her my puppy dog eyes.
"I can't say no to those eyes. Let's go!" She says and we run off to more rides.
Surprisingly, I didn't throw up on anymore rides. It was the best Senior Ditch Day day. Well pre Senior Ditch Day for me.
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"Alright, fair warning: in the glorious history of Booty Camp, this will be the toughest! But first, Quinn and Sam have the floor." Mr. Shue announced at Quinn and Sam walk in.
"We invited a friend to join us." Quinn announces. "You met him on Valentine's Day."
"Teen Jesus!" Brittany shouts.
"He's got a killer voice." Sam says and everyone claps.
"Okay, alright." Mr. Shue claps as we cheer. "Welcome to the New Directions."
"Hey, dude, you have a twig in your hair." Puck says to Joe but he doesn't believe him. "No, seriously." He says serious.
"Thanks bro." Joe thanked him and removed the twig.
"Okay. Let's give our undivided attention to Coach Sue." Mr. Shue walks away and Sue comes on stage.
"First off, please don't ask me which celebrity is the father if my baby. Please. I will release that information once I've finalized my book and movie deal." Sue tells us. "Now, it has come to my attention that I have been a tad harsh with some of you. I thought I was being kind. For instance, I have said nothing about the sorry fact that you wasted untold millions on a laser show for yourselves just so Sandbags could dance with the night schools Polynesian janitor." Sue states.
"Actually he was Puerto Rican." Santana clarifies.
"Kids, it's in my DNA to be intense, okay? Just like it's in Porcelain's DNA to poop rainbow glitter." Sue says. "Now, I'll admit I-I behaved badly. I also realized something. I am here for two very important reasons. Number one: Mr. Schuester needs at least one adult friend."
Sue starts and I have to agree with her. He has like no adult friends.
"And number two: I am hoping that the miraculous life growing inside of me can soak up some of your constantly annoying, though admittedly laudable, optimism and decency." Sue looks at Mr. Shue before starting again "Now, I promise to be nicer if you promise to work your talented little butts off until they hand you that first-place trophy in Chicago."
"Ah ha! So you do admit that we are talented." I say catching Sue finally admit that.
"Yes you swine, even though you look like your rolling around in mud every time you dance, your singing voice is slightly better." Sue tells me and I make a confused face. My dancing's not bad. "Alright sloppy babies, let's take it from the top! Five, six, seven, eight!" Sue counts down.
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Me and Santana were in breadstix with Sam and Quinn talking about random things.
"Did you know that you can't lick your elbow?" Sam asked playing with a breadstix.
"Yeah, I've tried so many times. Never works." I say playing with the sauces.
"What did you guys think of Blaines brother?" Quinn asked.
"I thought he was cool." Santana says.
"At first I did, but he kinda kept bringing Blaine down." I told her.
"Yeah, and that's not cool." Sam states.
"Yeah I guess so." Santana says shrugging.
"What do you guys want to do for the rest of the school year?" Sam asked Santana and Quinn.
"I just want to hang out with my friends and girlfriend and insult the people I despise." Santana say with a smile and I chuckle.
"I just want to make the most of this year that's left. I'm really gonna miss this place." Quinn says genuinely.
"As much as I want to get out of this school, I'm gonna miss this place too." Santana adds.
"You guys can always visit." Sam suggested.
"Yeah but it's not the same." I told him.
"Well for now, how about we just celebrate. To us, for being the two best couples in this school." Quinn says.
"Cheers!" We say and clink our cups together.