SEASON 6 Ep: 9: CHILD STAR

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Haley had hit 6 and ½ months of pregnancy, and she still had 3 months left. Although she was anticipating meeting her daughter, she was already done.

"Oh my god..." She muttered, as she slowly got herself out of bed and made a run to the bathroom.

Sam unfortunately was used to her waking up, and so he went after her.

"Hay, are you okay?" He asked as he held her hair back.

"Yeah, I'm fine." Haley assured him, as she wiped the tears that had fallen. He brought her into a hug, as they walked back to bed.

"What time is it?" She asked, obviously unsure if she would ever sleep.

"2:30AM." Sam answered, yawning.

"Well...I'm just going to stay up, because the occasional nausea and unlimited runs to the bathroom will be the death of me." Haley muttered as she walked out of the bedroom.

"If you're staying up, Hay, I'm going to stay up with you." Sam said, following her into the kitchen.

"No, you really don't have to. You need sleep, I can't get any literally." Haley protested.

"Well, that's not going to stop me from being here for you." He argued, as they sat down together on the couch.

"Fine." Haley sighed, as she made a face. "Ohhhh....she just kicked." Haley smiled, after her shocked and aching expression. She grabbed Sam's hand as he felt her stomach.

"Oh, yeah she did." He smiled. "I feel like she's going to have your brashness and brutal honesty."

Haley laughed. "I think you may be right, and she'll have your humour I'm sure."

"We'll see, but hopefully she loves my impressions."

"Awe, baby I think she will." Haley smiled.

"Have you thought of any names?" Sam asked, after changing topics.

"Well I thought of Arlo Satnyna, Addison Keeva, or Daphne Jewel, or Eloise Cameron." Haley said, pulling up her list on her laptop. "It depends, and it's still up for discussion."

"I love those names baby...we have so much to do still." Sam sighed.

"Yeah, we need to get her room ready. We need to buy some more essentials. I've already got a boatload of clothing from people." Haley said gesturing toward a bin.

"Yikes. She's already spoiled." Sam muttered. "And we haven't even got her that many toys or other essential things."

"We'll figure it out and get the tasks checked off." Haley said, as she leaned her head against Sam's shoulder.

"That we will Hay. I love you" He smiled, wrapping his arm around her.

"I love you too." She sighed, as he leaned in and captured her lips in his.

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The next day, the glee club, including Haley, Sue, Will, and Rachel sat in the auditorium. They all wore shocked expressions as Myron Muskovitz performed Lose My Breath. It was modern and very off key. He had come because he wanted tips for his Bar Mitzvah performance, and because he was the Superintendent Harris's nephew.

"It's so off key." Haley muttered to Kitty, both the girls were trying not to cringe or shout out comments.

"I know! I don't know whether to be traumatized by the sheer amount of sparkle." Kitty replied.

After he finished, Rachel was the first to praise him. "That was amazing Myron, you're very talented."

"Thank you Miss Berry, I'm a big fan so that means the world to me." Myron grinned. "But here's the catch, I want my bar Mitzvah to be perfect. Not good, not great, perfect. How can I improve this number? Seriously, give me any notes."

"Definitely a perfectionist." Haley said, as she made a face, as her baby kicked.

"Maybe you're dancers could smile a little more?" Kitty suggested.

"Okay, yeah, exactly. I already told them that." Myron nodded, whipping round to look at his dancers. "I already told you that! What is wrong with you people? I thought I hired professionals, but obviously I was mistaken! You're fired! Get off the stage, now bitches!"

Everyone sat back, stunned, attempting not to giggle at his angry outburst. "May I speak with the adults please?" He asked, changing back to his sweet expression.

"Do anything he asks." Sue whispered to Will and Rachel.

"That's my cue, I'm out." Haley said, walking slowly out of the auditorium.

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Haley, Sam, Will, and Rachel, sat awkwardly as Coach Beist ate his chicken. "You wanna know the best thing about being a dude?" He asked rhetorically. "I'm eating my chicken for lunch, but later, if I lick my lips like this, I'm tasting it all day."

Haley wore a disgusted expression, but she was still happy that he had found the courage to be himself. At that moment, Sue walked in and began making herself a cup of coffee.

"Hey are you okay?" Haley asked, as Sue poured the coffee unintentionally on the floor.

"No, actually. I haven't slept in three days. Mind if I put my coffee down on this decorative end table?"

"Hey, uh, Sue? What's going on?" Sam asked as he felt Haley jumped, when her mug dropped, shattering on the floor.

"I've become a personal slave to one Myron Muskovitz." Sue shuddered.

"We start the day with a series of vitamin B drips, and the eight hour pitch session begins. He says 'my expresso' as if every bean is cultivated specially for him. Every night is spent reading the Torah aloud so that Myron can absorb the bit he has to read at his Bar Mitzvah without having to memorise himself." Sue explained.

"Sue, this kid is a nightmare, this has to stop." Will insisted.

"Oh it will. Once you, Johnny-Wanna-peen, homeless, shortstacks and Rachel, the Glee Club and I agree to become his back up dancers at his Bar Mitzvah."

"He wants us?" Mr. Schue frowned.

"We are his last resort. He blew his entire entertainment budget on airfare for a callback of one hundred dancers, in which there was no dancing, he just called them in one at a time and asked, 'are your allergies as bad as mine today?"

"Now hold on, I could understand why the kid would want Rachel, Haley, Will and even Sam, but me? My knees have been shot since my bull riding days." Sheldon spoke up.

Sam leaned in towards Haley. "Is my dancing bad?" He asked, confused.

"Oh honey, you'll be fine. I'll help you." Haley assured him, as he pressed a quick kiss to her cheek.

"Thanks baby." He said quietly, as they went back to listening to the conversation.

"Well I am being forced to participate, so I am forcing you to participate. So there's at least one person who's a worse dancer than I am." Sue replied to Sheldon's earlier comment.

"Well I'm in, but I'm just going to be cautious, since I'm 6 months pregnant." Haley smiled, weakly.

"Same here, excluding the pregnancy part." Sam agreed.

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As Will, Rachel, Sue, Sheldon, Haley and Sam were in the dance studio, Kitty walked past, imitating Haley's bored expression, making Haley roll her eyes.

"Sheldon, you've nailed it." Mr. Schue sent Sheldon a thumbs up. "Sam, you turned the wrong way again."

"No, I think you guys turned the wrong way." Sam frowned, as Haley gently grabbed him on the arm, making him look down at her.

"I'll help you." She assured him, as they redid the steps.

"That's it, I'm done." Sue said, heading towards the door.

"No, hang in there, hang in there, you've almost got it. Hey, as the poet once said, fake it till you make it!"

"He can't do any impressions." Haley muttered, making Sam chuckle.

"William, in the name of all that is sacred, for once in your life, please stop talking. I don't care about heels steps or point turns or old-timey sayings that can be found on grandma's sweatshirts. And why are you still here? You don't even work at this school!"

"You asked me to help." Mr. Schue argued.

"Excuse me, you asked all of us to help." Rachel pointed out irritated.

"Shut up dreidel. This is between butt chin and me. So why are you the pied piper of lost causes? And why on Earth do these idiots, minus, Haley, think so highly of you, when you've done nothing for their lives except make it worse? I secured you a dream job at Vocal Adrenaline, one of the best show choirs in America, and within minutes you screw that up. And now you're back skulking the hallways with your aww shucks, reach for the stars attitude and it will not stand."

"Susie Q. May I call you Susie Q?" Mr. Schue asked, stepping towards Sue.

"No you may not."

"The superintendent got you into this. Not me. So why aren't you coming after him? Oh that's right! Because you still have a little crush on old Bob, don't you? You're thinking if you play your cards right, you might just get a date with a guy who once mistook you for a man. That's really sad Susie Q, even for you."

"How dare you." Sue said, growling.

"Oh, and by the way, hope you're enjoying my new axe body spray, it's a new scent called, 'this woman next to me has clearly lost her mind.'"

Before anyone could say anything, Sue pounded onto Mr. Schue, knocking him straight to the floor, as they tussled on the floor.

"Oh my god." Haley muttered, giggling softly.

The fight stopped when the superintendent popped his head in the room "Is something wrong."

"No! We're just rehearsing." Sue lied.

"Absolutely!" Haley piped up, as she nudged Sam, so he put his one hand around her waist, while she put her left hand on his shoulder, and he grabbed her free hand to make it look like they were dancing.

"Let's get the stage people! It's showtime!" The superintendent smiled, not seeing past the lies.

"This isn't over William." Sue whispered harshly.

The two teachers glared at each other, as Haley, Sam, Rachel and Coach Beiste followed them out, ready to perform.

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