Warblers present-

Thad Harwood

David Thompson

Wes Montgomery

Blaine Anderson

Jeff Sterling

Nick Duval

Nicholas Hudson (Nicknamed Nicholi NIC-OH-LIE so as not to be confused with Nick)

Flint Wilson

Richard James

Cameron James

Ethan Moore

Commentary

Thoughts/ flashbacks

Show

Character Narration

I think that covers everything...

"Drum roll please." Thad smiled at the Warblers resident beat boxer.

Richard did an awesome drum roll beat box measure.

"And begin." David whispered into the darkness.

FOOTBALL FIELD-

A cheerleading squad practice routines.

A lot of the guys visibly perked up at the sight of cheerleaders.

Oh yeah. There would be drool stains by the end of the night.

They are watched and timed by Sue Sylvester, their coach. Sue checked her stop watch and looed back at the cheerleaders. One girl then fell off of the from the top of the formation.

"You think this is hard?" Sue shouts into her megaphone. "Try being waterboarded. Thats hard."

PARKING LOT-

Will Shuester drives into the parking lot, with a peice of the car sparking against the asphalt. He got out of the car carrying a cardboard box and kicked the cardoor closed. He then approached a dumpster where a group of jocks are standing around a wide eyed boy.

"Ah, public school." Nick said disdainfully.

"The poor kid never stood a chance." Wes sighed.

Shuester waved at the group. "Making some new friends, Kurt?" he asked ignorantly.

"He sure is, Mr. Schue." Puck replied sarcastically.

"Hey, Finn, you still owe me that report on que hace el verano pasado."

"What?" Finn asked blankly.

"What you did last summer."

"Almost halfway done with almost all of it, Mr. Schue."

Mr. Shuester walked away and the jocks turned back to Kurt.

"Its hammer time!" Puck says.

Puck grabs Kurt under the arms while another jock grabbed his legs.

"Please, this is from Marc Jacobs new collection!" Kurt pleads.

"Priorities man." Jeff shook his head.

"Wait." Finn says before they can toss the kid.

The jocks let go of Kurt. Kurt took his jacket off and threw it at Puck.

"Well that was nice of him." Wes said.

"Are you being serious or sarcastic?"

"It was. At least his jacket wont be ruined."

Finn shrugs. "Okay."

Puck and the other jock tossed Kurt in the dumpster. Afterwards Finn looked slightly troubled.

The screen cut to Will standing in front of a trophy display, admiring a first-place trophy that WMHS won at the 1993 Show Choir Championships. Next, he looks at a plaque awarded to LILIAN ADLER (1937-1997) with the quote "By its very definition, Glee is about opening yourself up to joy."

CHIOR ROOM-

A bald man wearing pink and sat at a piano next to a student

"Wher-er-er-er-er is love" The teen sings holding a hand to his stomache.

"Please tell me that isnt the Glee Club." Wes frowned.

Thad shook his head.

"Thank God for that. That kid is awful." Said Trent.

Does it fall from skies above

The teacher at the piano took his sweater off and began singing along.

Is it beneath the willow tree

That Ive been dreaming of

The teacher creepily rest the back of his hand on the student, then started stroaking his stomache.

"Umm pedo-alert." Cameron said making a face.

Over by the door a girl in a ridculous outfit stood by the door glaring at the two.

TEACHERS LOUNGE-

Mr. Shuester stood next to another man around the coffee machine.

"Wheres the coffee pot?" Shuester asked the man.

"Figgins got rid of it. Budget cuts. You know, I know for a fact that they are still getting hot java at Carver." Ken said indignantly. "We should strike."

"Hello, boys." Sue said entering the room carrying coffees. "Who needs a pick-me-up?"

"Wow, lattes!"

"Oooh, Lattes!" Blaine commented, licking his lips. "I think I like this woman."

"Mmmm, coffee." Moaned Thad. "We should get some, we should definitely get some."

All of the boys minds were now set on getting coffee- except Jeff, his mind was elsewhere.

"My aunt is a lesbian and she has short hair. That lady has short hair is she a lesbian?" Jeff yawned.

The guys gave him questioning looks.

"We were studying converse and inverse in Geometry. Leave me alone." With that, he curled up and threw a blanket over his head.

"Yeah, I am a bit of a coffee snob. Now, the key to a perfect latte, is in the temperature of the steamed milk."

"True." Trent nodded.

"I like mine scalding."

"Does that sound ominous to anyone else?"

"Hi, Emma." Ken greeted a slender, ginger women that entered the room

"Oh dont tell me." Richard snorted.

"Like she would ever tap that." Added Cameron.

"Hey, maybe he has a wonderful personality." Trent snapped.

"Yeah, sure."

"Hey, Ken." Emma replied flippantly, then turned her full attention to Mr, Shuester. "Will, hi."

"Hey."

"Okay, so theres definately something going on there." Ethan chuckled.

"Whats with all the lattes?" Asked Emma.

"Oh, Emma, I just felt so awful that Figgins cut the coffee budget to pay for a nutritionist for the Cheerios." Said Sue not looking remorseful in the slightest.

"Yeah, I heard you guys went, like, $600 over budget on that."

"My performers didnt get on Fox Sports Net last year because they ate at Bacon Junction."

"Since when are cheerleaders performers?"

"I resent that." David declared.

"She has a point," said Trent. "What are they athletes or performers? You cant be both."

David huffed and Blaine leaned over.

"Hey, youre the one with a beautiful cheerleader girlfriend."

"I resent that."

"No you dont. You love it when you get to tell guys drooling over her, shes taken." After a moment, Blaine added, "And I play for the other team."

"Oh. Right."

"Your resentment is delicious.-" Sue deadpanned.

"Yeah David! Your resentment is delicious." Trent lavisiously winked at him.

"-Well, I have a phoner in a couple of minutes. Its an interview on the telephone with a major media outlet. Ill probably do it on my iPhone. Enjoy."

"I dont get it." Said Cameron. "We all have IPhones, except Richard who broke his."

Richard flipped him off, only making his smile widen.

"It could just be us private school kids." Flint pointed out. "Most of us are spoiled."

Not all out of love and adoration either. Blaine thought.

"Or maybe this is set when hardly anyone had one." Ethan rolled his eyes.

"Or maybe this is an alternative future where IPhones are a sign of status!" Nicholi randomly exclaimed, earning him strange looks.

"Um, Nicky, they kind of are."

"Oh, right."

"Youve been rooming with Jeff too long."

"Nah, or other Nick would be bat-shit crazy. Hes around more than I am." Nicholi said. "I think the roommate thing just amplifies whats already there and brings out our, hmm, better qualities."

"Would that explain why Nicks not such a dick anymore?" Laughed Cameron.

"I am not!" Nick flung a pillow at his head.

Cameron dodged it. "Yeah, thanks to Anderson."

"Admit it Nick, you used to be really grumpy, like, all of the time."

"At least hes not a Dick anymore, unlike you Cammy." Richard teased.

"Ha ha. Thats rich coming from you Dickard."

"Thanks a lot, Sue." Mr. Shue said to Sues retreating form.

"I missed you at the, uh, singles mixer last weekend, Emma." Said Ken, sitting across from Emma.

"Yeah, I know. Big pipe exploded in my building. It was wild. I hate those mixer things though, I mean, its like a big meat market. Its just, ugh." Emma thought a moment. "I did give my number to a fireman though. But he hasnt called."

"Thats too bad," came Jeffs muffled voice. "Firemen are hot."

"Uh Jeff?"

Jeff yanked the blanket off his head. "What, I cant appreciate another man?"

"Uh-"

"Sure I can. See- Blaines Damn sexy."

Blaine stifled a laugh. "Thanks Jeff. Go back to sleep." He slipped the blanket back over the blondes head.

"You know what, theres someone out there for everyone. I wouldnt even sweat it." Mr. Shue said assuringly.

"Hey, did you hear that Sandy Ryerson got fired?"

"Really?" Asked Will. "Well, whos going to take over Glee Club?"

"Does someone have to?" Wes questioned.

"I guess someone has to make sure the Glee club actually goes and doesnt smoke or steal anything.

Nick rolled his eyes. "What exactly do you think they do at public school?"

"Dont know." Emma replied.

PRINCIPLE FIGGINS OFFICEE-

Principle Figgins and Mr. Shue sitting across from one another.

"Id like to take over Glee club." Announced Will.

"You want to captain the Titanic, too?"

"I think I can make it great again. There is no joy in these kids. They feel invisible. Thats why every one of them has a MySpace page."

"Burn!"

Figgins typed on his calculator. "Sixty bucks a month. Thats what I need to keep this program up."

"He expects him to pay that?" Richard asked in surprise. "Damn. People are practically throwing money at our glee club."

"This is a private school. Besides the show would suck if it was like everyone here is gorgeous and rich with amazing voices and killer bods and all the jocks carry them to glee club and kiss their feet. Happily ever after."

"True dat."

"And you-you expect me to pay it?"

"Im certainly not going to pay for it. Were not talking about Cheerios here, Will. They were on Fox Sports Net last year. When Glee Club starts bringing that kind of prestige to the school again, you can have all the money you want. Until then, 60 bucks a month. And youve got to use the costumes and props you already have. But we need the stools for wood shop."

SHUESTERS HOME-

Will lays awake in bed thinking.

WILL: Hiding the $60 a month from my wife, Terri, was going to be hard. But I had a bigger problem. How was I going to get these kids motivated? One thing I knew for sure, we needed a new name.

Will suddenly sat up excitedly."New Directions!"

Nicks lips twitched. "Did he just say what I think he said?"

"You heard Nude Erections didnt you?"

"Yep."

David shook his head.

McKINLEY-

In a hallway in Mckinley a black girl walked up to the Glee Club audition signup sheet and writes, Mercedes Jones.

The scene switched to an auditorium, wher Merecedes stood on a stage.

She said, "My name is Mercedes Jones and Im singing..."

R-E-S-P-E-C-T

Find out what it means to me

R-E-S-P-E-C-T

Take care of T-C-P

OOOH hey baby!

"The girl can do Aretha." Nicholi said approvingly.

Flint scrunched up his face. "Yeah, but now my ears kind of hurt."

A boy walked toward the signup sheet, looking around warily.

"Hey its Kurt!" Jeff yelled, startling everyone.

Ethan shook his head. "No. Im pretty sure his name was Burt."

The guys who were actually trying to pay attention rolled their eyes.

"Does he look like a Burt to you?" Jeff countered.

"I thought you were sleeping."

Jeff sat up. "I kept getting woken up by peoples comments."

"Half of them come from you." David said, effectively shutting him up.

"Hello, Im Kurt Hummel," The boy says from the stage.

"Hah!"

"And Ill be singing Mr. Cellophane". Kurt began singing, a hand jauntily placed on his hip.

Cellophane

Mister Cellophane

Shoulda been my name

Mister Cellophane

Cause you can look right through me

Walk right by me

And never know Im there

Never

Even

Knoooooooooooooow

Im there.

When Kurt held that note and swept his bangs back the guys snorted.

"Hes... interesting."

"Man, did you hear that voice though? Kids got some falsetto." Ethan whistled.

"Nah, hes a countertenor!" Exclaimed Thad.

"Imagine if we had him in our club! A countertenor would be the closest thing Dalton would ever get to female lead. The things we could do with a voice like that!" Wes sighed dreamily.

"Oh no, hes drooling."

"As opposed to you Cameron, about ten minutes ago when girls were jumping up and down."

Back in the hallway, an asian girl acoompanied by a boy in a wheelchair are seen at the signup sheet. The girl signs, Tina C. below the name Artie Abrams.

"Tina C." The girl stuttered. "I Kissed A Girl."

Its not what Im used

Just wanna try you on

Im curious for you

Caught my attention

Tina finished, slapping her thighs suggestively.

The boys stared at the screen wide-eyed.

"Umm, with a little practice I bet her voice could be, erm, lovely..." Blaine said uncertainly.

Rachel Berry approached the sign-up sheet and wrote down her name.

In the auditorium she addressed Mr. Shuester from the stage "Hi, my name is Rachel Berry, and Ill be singing "On My Own" from the seminal Broadway classic Les Mis."

"Her voice, its like a sparkly hot pink cheese grater on my brains!" Jeff cried dramatically.

"Fantastic, lets hear it."

"Oh please no."

"Shut up!"

On my own

Pretending hes beside me

"Wow, shes actually- good."

"Yeah well her speaking voice and horrible wardrobe makes up for that." Trent scrunched his nose disdainfully.

"She should just sing all of the time... and not speak." Cameron said.

Back in the empty hallway, Rachel applies a gold star sticker to the end of her name on the sign-up sheet.

RACHEL: You might laugh because every time I sign my name, I put a gold star after it. But its a metaphor and metaphors are important. My gold stars are a metaphor for me being a star.

Puck passes by and tosses a red slushy at her

The guys gasped.

"Was that a slushy?"

"Uh huh. How could he do that to a girl?"

"He did toss that one boy into a dumpster. I doubt he cares." Blaine sighed.

Wearing a different outfit Rachel walked down the hall in a rush.

RACHEL: And just so were clear, I want to clear up that hateful rumor that I was the one who turned that closet case Sandy Ryerson in because he gave Hank Saunders the solo I deserved. Thats cockpoopie."

"Its one thing to turn in a pedophile whos preying on highschool kids, but just because she didnt get a solo?" Said Nick incredulously.

"Some people are desperate." Wes shrugged.

"But wait." Said Nicholi. "How did she not get the solo? Shes terribly annoying, but her voice is good. Better than that other guy anyway,"

"The Ryerson guy probably wanted a reason to get touchy-feely with that other kid." Answered Cameron.

FIGGINS OFFICE-

"He was touching Hank, caressing him." Rachel cried to Figgins. "It was so wrong!"

Figgins handed Rachel a tissue looking unimpressed.

"Okay, that wasnt out of line or anything."

"I bet shes one of those weird religious girls that are always trying to convert everyone, and gets super upset because everything is a sin." Cameron speculated,

"She does look like the stereotype, doesnt she." Said David. "But I think you better keep watching."

In a different hall, Rachel stared lovingly at a photograph in her locker.

RACHEL: I am not homophobic. In fact, I have two gay dads.

"That was unexpected." Commented Wes.

Blaine blinked. "Now I feel bad for her."

"Why?" Asked Cameron.

"I was probably really hard for her growing up." Said Blaine. "I bet she got made fun of a lot."

The Warblers faces fell.

"Before I never really thought about that." Thad said sadly.

See, I was born out of love. My two dads screened potential surrogates based on beauty and IQ.

"Hey, Blaine!" Jeff exclaimed. "That guy sort of looks like you!"

"Are you refering to the black guy or the one on the left? Because either way- just no." David shook his head.

"The one on the left. They have similair eyebrows."

The guys looked between Blaine and Rachels dad.

"Oh! If you squint your eyes really hard you can see it." Nicholi said.

Then they mixed their sperm together and used a turkey baster. To this day, we dont know which one is my real dad, which I think is pretty amazing.

"Hey Blaine!"

"No, Jeff." Blaine answered tiredly. "I am not putting my sperm in a turkey baster."

"What? Its a good idea."

"Its kind of gross."

A flashback showed a young Rachel dancing wildly.

RACHEL: My dads spoiled me in the arts. I was given dance lessons, vocal lessons, anything to give me a competitive edge.

At night Rachel sat at her laptop.

RACHEL: You might think that all the boys in school would totally want to tap this, but my MySpace schedule keeps me way too busy to date.

"I wouldnt tap that if she was a smartphone."

In her room Rachel set up a video recorder on a tripod and starts to sing.

RACHEL: I try to post a MySpace video every day, just to keep my talent alive and growing. Nowadays, being anonymous is worse than being poor. Fame is the most important thing in our culture now. And if theres one thing Ive learned, its that no ones just gonna hand it to you.

Rachel uploaded a video of her singing.

The scene cut to a gymnasium where some cheerleaders sat on the bleachers laughing and commenting on Rachels Myspace.

-If I were your parents, I would sell you back-

-Im going to scratch out my eyes.-

-Please get sterilized.-

Everyone gasped.

"That is cyber bullying!"

"What if she committed suicide or something because of that? That would be terrible."

"They wouldnt care." Trent said truthfully.

RACHELS ROOM-

Rachel read the comments looking disheartened.

"Very nice, Rachel."

"When do we start rehearsals?" She immediately asked.

CHOIR ROOM -

Rachel, Artie, Tina, Mercedes, and Kurt sing Sit Down Your Rockin the Boat, and theyre horrible.

"They suck." Ethan commented.

"The kid in the wheelchair has a pretty great voice."

At the end of the song Artie crashed his wheelchair into a wall. Mr. Shue winced.

"We suck." Rachel declared.

"Uh, it... Itll get there. We-we just need to keep rehearsing."

Mr. Schuester, do you have any idea how ridiculous it is to give the lead solo in "Sit Down, Youre Rockin the Boat" to a boy in a wheelchair?

"I think Mr. Schue is using irony to enhance the performance."

"There is nothing ironic about show choir!"

"Rachel... Rachel!" Mr. Shue called after her

FOOTBALL FIELD-

"Thats sloppy! Youre sloppy babies! Its just disgraceful! And I want the agony out of your eyes! Uh-uh, Lance, dont you start crying! You are the weak link, pal! Hows it feel to be the weak link, huh?! That cant feel very good!" Sue yelled into the megaphone.

The boys burst out into hysterical giggles.

"That women is ridiculous!"

"She seems vaguely familiar." David said

Blaine angled his head. "If you sorta turn your head and squint she kind of looks like Ellen."

"Hmm."

Mr. Shue sat down behind Rachel on the bleachers.

"You changed out of your costume." Mr. Shue commented.

"Im tired of being laughed at."

"Youre the best kid in there, Rachel. That comes with a price."

"Look, I know Im just a sophomore, but I can feel the clock ticking away, and I dont want to leave high school with nothing to show for it."

"You get great grades. Youre a fantastic singer."

"Everybody hates me."

"And you think Glee Club is going to change that?"

"It did for a lot of us."

"Being great at something is going to change it. Being a part of something special makes you special, right? I need a male lead who can keep up with me vocally."

"Maybe I can coach Artie a little."

"Look, Mr. Schue, I really appreciate what youre trying to do, but if you cant give me what I need, then Im sorry. Im not going to make a fool out of myself. I cant keep wasting my time with Glee. It hurts too much."

Ken rolled up in a golf kart and blew a whistle to get their attention.

"Schuester! Figgins wants you!"

PRINCIPLES OFFICE-

"But we just started rehearsals."

"My hands are tied, Schue. I need the auditorium. Alcoholics Anonymous wants to rent it out for their afternoon meetings. Lots of drunks in this town. Theyre paying me ten bucks a head."

"If we show at regionals, Glee stays; if not, the bars open on the auditorium."

"What is it with you and this club? Youve got only five kids-one of thems a cripple."

"What does that have to do with anything? He could get sued for saying something like that!"

"Then I guess youve got nothing to worry about."

"Fine."

"Yes!"

"But youre running detention for free to make it up to me."

"Deal."

SHEETSNTHINGS-

Terri is arguing with a fellow employee as Will entered.

"Someone looks beautiful today."

"Hey."

"Hi."

"You look very handsome."

"Thank you. I just thought Id bring you roast beef on pumpernickel-your favorite."

"Aw. Oh, but does it have mayo?"

"Yeah."

"Will, if my diabetes comes back, I cant get pregnant."

"I..."

"WISHPAH! Talk about whipped."

"What is wrong with you?"

"Whats wrong with you?" Jeff countered.

"I just wanted to tell you that Im going to have to start working late for the next couple of months. Im, uh, monitoring after-school detention."

"What?" Terri asked sharply.

"I had to make a deal with Figgins so he wouldnt kill Glee Club."

"But Will, Im on my feet four hours a day three times a week here. Now I have to go home, and I have to cook dinner for myself?" Complained Terri.

"My fourteen year old sister does that much." Richard scoffed.

"I do twice that at my summer job." Said Jeff.

"You have a summer job?" Asked Blaine politely.

"Yep. It gets me away from the siblings for awhile and its fun."

"Where do you work?"

"Oh, theres this snowcone shack-

"Excuse me ladies," David interrupted, wiggling the remote around. "Can we get back to the show?"

Blaine smiled sheepishly. "Of course."

Another employee entered and began a one-sided argument with Terry.

Will saw Sandy Ryerson verbally abusing an employee and tried unsuccesfully to sneak past.

"William?"

"Sandy? Hey."

Sandy then pulled a reluctant Will into a sketchy conversation.

At the end of the scene the boys were frowning.

"I cant believe that creep is a drug a dealer." Said Ethan.

Nicholi shook his head. "I cant believe he tried to sell to Mr. Shue."

"Are you guys kidding me?" Said Cameron, "I cant believe he isnt in jail."

The boys were quiet for a minute.

Jeff broke the silence. "It is kind of funny that that football coach bought weed from him though."

SUES OFFICE-

Sue dusted her cheerleading trophies when Will knocked on her door and looked in.

"Hey, Sue. Can I have a sec?"

"Sure, buddy. Come on in."

Music began playing (tune of When I Get You Alone).

"Oh!" Blaine exclaimed. "I love this song!"

"Really?" Asked Nicholi. "Ive always thought it a little suggestive."

"A little. But it has a killer tune."

"That would be a great songs to a Capella." Wes mused.

"Can we sometime?" Nicholi asked eagerly.

Wes grinned at the enthusiasm. "Sure."

Emma got her shoe stuck in a wad of gum and started freaking out.

"Is she supposed to be OCD or something."

"That would explain the gloves earlier." Blaine said thoughtfully

"Hey, Emma, you got a second? What is that, gum?"

SUES OFFICE-

"So, you want to talk to my Cheerios about joining Glee Club?"

"Well, I need more kids - performers - and all the best ones are in the Cheerios, so I figured some of them might want to double up."

"Okay, so what youre doing right now is called blurring the lines. High school is a caste system. Kids fall into certain slots. Your jocks and your popular kids up in the penthouse. The invisibles and the kids playing live-action druids and trolls out in the forest-"

Flint and Jeff high-fived.

"Guys I dont think thats something to be proud of." Said Cameron.

Jeff turned to Flint. "They just dont understand the epicness of a level 70 night elf rougue."

"bottom floor.

"This show is just ruining all of our fun."

"And... where do the Glee kids lie?"

"Top of the pyramid." Ethan said confidently and high-fived Richard.

"Sub-basement."

The Warblers looked put out.

"This makes me sad." Jeff sighed.

SIDEWALK-

Will tried to scrape the gum off Emmas shoe.

"Sues not wrong, but I dont think anything is set in stone. I mean, you know, kids are going to do what they think is cool, which is not always who they are. You just need to find a way to get them out of their boxes."

"Well, how do I do that?"

"They follow the leader. You know, if you can get a couple of the popular kids to sign up, the rest will fall right in line."

"Here that wouldnt be a problem." Said Jeff.

"From what weve seen of there though-" Said Nick.

"Good. Luck." Nicholi finished.

FOOTBALL FIELD-

Will jogged alongside Kens golf cart.

"I just want to talk to them." He said.

"I dont know, dude. I cant see any of my guys wanting to join Glee Club. Last month, they held down one of their teammates, shaved off his eyebrows just because he watched Greys Anatomy."

Everyones head jerked to Jeff, who gulped.

"Those monsters." He whispered.

"Look, all Im looking for is an introduction."

"Fine. You got to put a good word in for me with Emma."

SIDEWALK-

Will finished scraping the gum off Emmas shoe.

"There you go, Cinderella."

"Eeew, adult flirting."

"Thank you. I have trouble with things like that. The, um... the... the messy things."

"OCD."

"Yeah."

"Its really nice how much you care about Glee, about the kids."

SUES OFFICE-

"If you really care about these kids, youll leave well enough alone. Children like to know where they stand, so let your little Glee kids have their little club, but dont pretend that any of them are something theyre not."

BOYS LOCKER ROOM-

Ken is stood at the front of the room with Will. The football team is scattered around.

"Circle up." Ken ordered. "Mr. Schuester is going to talk to you. If you dont listen, you do laps. You mouth off, you do laps. Got it? Theyre all yours, Will."

"Thanks, Ken. Hey, guys, how you doing? Uh, I think I recognize some of you from Spanish class, but, uh, Im... Im here today to talk to you about something different: music. Glee Club needs guys."

"I can sing." Puck laughed.

"Wasnt that the guy witht the slushy?"

"This wont end well."

"Really? Thats fantastic."

"Is he stupid or just oblivious?" Asked Nick.

"I believe that is what they call desperate." Blaine grimaced.

"You wanna hear?"

"Yeah."

Puck walked to the front of the locker room amid applause from the other football players. He then let out a loud fart.

"That is repulsive." Cameron groaned.

"That is also a typical teenage boy."

"I am so glad my parents sent me to a private school."

Most of the other boys nodded their agreement.

"Ohhh yeah." Puck cheered.

"Im going to put the sign-up sheet at the door to the so if anyone wants to sign up, please... Thank you."

"Dismissed. Puck, in my office in five minutes."

"You been sleeping okay? Your eyes look a little bloodshot."

"I got allergies."

"Or a minor drug addiction."

"Okay. Thanks a lot."

BOYS LOCKER ROOM- The New Directions sign-up sheet has three names: Gaylord Weiner, Butt Lunch, and Penis. Will stared at the sheet, dismayed.

WILL: I honestly thought that was the end of the very brief fever dream that was "New Directions"

Will hears someone singing REO Speedwagons "Cant Fight This Feeling".

"Five bucks says its Puck." Betted Jeff.

"We are not betting Jeff." Said David.

"Only cause youre broke," Jeff mumbled. "and you couldnt bet anyway, youve already seen this."

He finds Finn in the showers, singing to himself.

Jeff banged a fist on the floor.

"You shouldve just let him bet David." Snickered Nicholi.

I suddenly realized why I had wanted to do this thing in the first place. It was seeing the gift in a kid that they didnt even know they had. It was pure talent.

"Is he just standing there watching him?"

"I believe he is having an epiphany." David shared a look with Thad and they both laughed.

Richard, none the wiser replied. "Its still really creepy."

What I did then... was the blackest moment of my life.

WILLS OFFICE-

Will showed Finn the packet of marijuana that Sandy gave him.

"You want to tell me how long youve had a drug problem?" Asked Will.

"Thats terrible." Blaine said.

"Not to mention illegal." Added Wes.

"I dont even know who the Chronic Lady is." Finn insisted.

"Look, if it were up to me, we wouldnt have mandatory bi-weekly afternoon locker checks."

"But Ive never seen that before, Mr. Schue, I swear. Its not mine. Ill pee in a cup. Ill pee."

The boys laughed.

Poor, poor stupid Finn. Thought Blaine.

"Look, it... it wouldnt make any difference. Possession is eight-tenths of the law. Im pretty sure that much pot is a felony. Yeah. Look, youll get kicked out of school. Youll lose your football scholarship."

"Wait... I had a football scholarship? To... to where?"

"You could land in prison, son." Shue says seriously.

"Oh my God. Please, dont tell my mom." Finn begged.

"Look, I see a lot of myself in you, Finn. I know what its like to struggle to make good life choices, and I dont want to see you throw away everything you have to offer the world. I just expected more out of you, Finn.

"That really got to me when Mr. Schuester said that, because every day of my life, I expect more out of myself. See, I might look confident and everything, but I really struggle with the same thing others kids do: peer pressure, bacne."

FINNS HOUSE-

A young Finn looks at a photograph of his father.

"I never knew my dad. He died in Iraq when we were fighting Osama bin Laden the first time."

"Thats really sad." Jeff said looking down. One of his uncles had died during the same war.

The guys nodded.

Blaine squeezed his arm comfortingly.

"It seems like you think you know who all of these characers are and what their life would be like, then they do something that suprises you." Nick said thoughtfully.

"They do put a spin on the all of the archetypes." Wes affirmed. "Its refreshing."

Young Finn plays the drums. Finns mother Carole Hudson is trying to talk on the phone.

"Hold on, hold on. Finn, Finn, Finn! Please, Im on the phone. I just want to trade next Saturdays shift for this Saturday, because Finns got a parents night for Cub Scouts."

FINN: My mom and me, were real close, but being a single parent can be hard. The only good time for Mom was en we splurged a little bit and ordered Emerald Dreams.

FINNS HOUSE-

Emerald Dreams employee Darren is spraying the Hudsons front lawn. Young Finn is helping him. Carole is sitting close by.

"Eungg! Darren looks a little sketch."

Darren was good to her, and he was cool about letting me hang out.

Young Finn and Darren sing Journeys "Lovin, Touchin, Squeezin".

That was the first time I really heard music. Man, it set my soul on fire.

"You got a voice, buddy. Seriously, if I had that voice, my band would still be together. Stick with it."

FINNS HOUSE-

Darren drives by with his new girlfriend.

My mom took it real hard when Darren left her for that girl he met at Pick & Save.

Carole throws a milk jug at Darrens truck, upset.

It was at that moment I decided to do whatever it took to make my mom proud of me. To make her feel all her sacrifice was worth it.

WILLS OFFICE-

"We have two options here. Im running detention now, so you can do six weeks after school, but thats gonna remain on your permanent record."

"Whats the other option, Mr. Schue?"

"He isnt..." Blaine trailed off.

AUDITORIUM-

Finn starts singing "Youre the One that I Want" from Grease.

"Oh, but he is."

Rachel perks up and joins in, excited.

When Rachel started putting her hands all over Kurt the boys burst into uproarious laughter.

After a moment, Mercedes breaks them up.

"Oh, hell to the no. Look, Im not down with this background singing nonsense. Im Beyonce. I aint no Kelly Rowland."

"We got a diva up in the house!" Jeff laughed making weird gestures.

"Okay, look, Mercedes, its just one song."

"And its the first time weve been kind of good." Kurt added.

"Okay, youre good, white boy. Ill give you that. But you better bring it. Lets run it again."

"All right, lets do it. From the top."

SHUESTERs HOUSE-

Terry an Will sat at a table pricing together a puzzle.

"You usually dont let me in your craft room."

"Isnt this fun? And challenging. Every Wednesday, were gonna have puzzle night." Said Terry.

"Dear God, let me marry a man!" Prayed Nicholi.

Blaine burst out laughing. "Nicholi, I cant guarantee you a man would be amy better."

Nicholi thought for a moment. "Then I call dibs on you."

"Hey, thats not fair! What about me?"

"Thad, I think if anyone gets to marry Blaine it would obviously be me." Richard joked.

"Guys, guys, guys!" Blaine interjected. "When were forty whoever is still single can fight for my hand then."

"Risky promise Anderson," David swatted him playfully. "You better start working on getting these gentlemen dates."

"Hey!"

"Because I know how important it is for you to have a creative outlet."

"You know, the kids have been working so hard. I was thinking about taking them on a field trip next Saturday. Carmel Highs performing a showcase down in Akron. Now, Carmels gonna be the team to beat at regionals. And I was wondering if you might want to come chaperone it with me."

"On Saturday?"

"Here we go." Thad rolled his eyes.

"Oh, I cant. I had to pick up an extra shift at work, Will. Were living paycheck to paycheck, you know."

"I know Im just a little rich kid, but Im positive that thats not living paycheck to paycheck." Said Nick.

Will and Terri then argued about money and Wills job.

"If I were him I would leave that psycho bitch and never look back." Cameron assured.

"That marriage cant be healthy." Nick agreed.

TEACHERS LOUNGE-

Ken is staring at Emma while shredding papers. Emma is staring at Will, who is putting up a sign-up sheet for chaperones. Once Will leaves, Emma walks up to the sheet and puts her name down.

FOOTBALL FIELD-

PUCK is throwing footballs at another football players head. He notices Ken yelling at Finn.

"Youre the quarterback! No. I dont want to hear it. You make your decision. Youre a football player, or youre a singer."

Finn walks by. Puck catches up to him.

"Hey. Whats going on?" Puck asked.

"Oh. I just... I have to miss practice Saturday afternoon. Its, uh... its my mom. I got to help her... cook and, uh, do things."

"Why?" Asked Puck.

"Do you need a reason to help your mom?"

"Dont you have a maid?"

"Yeah, but if I didnt I would help my mother.

"She just had, uh, surgery."

"What kind of surgery?"

"Uh, well, she, um, had to have her prostate out."

The Warblers burst into laughter.

"Oh-oh my G-God!" Flint gasped.

"The b-best part is that he probably doesnt even k-know what that is!"

"Man, thats a tough break." Puck sympathized.

"Yeah, its, uh, engorged."

FOOTBALL FIELD-

"You think this is hard? Im living with hepatitis. Thats hard." Sue yelled into her megaphone.

"Im not sure how I feel about this woman." Blaine thought aloud.

TEACHERS LOUNGE-

Ken enters and slaps away the book that WILL was reading.

"You stole my quarterback."

"Okay, look. Finns got a great voice. He just wants to express himself." Will insists.

"Youre screwing up my life."

"I think thats going a little far."

"Okay, Ken? You hate football. Whats this really about?"

PARKING LOT-

Emms is disinfecting the door handle of her car. Ken approaches.

"Hey, M&M. So, I got tickets to Monster Trucks this weekend. Luge tickets."

"No thanks. Not really my thing."

"Truckzilla versus Truckasaurus, and get this: the trucks breathe fire."

"Even I know women dont like that kind of thing." Ethan snorted.

"Ken. Look, you know how every time you ask me out, I tell you that Im on my period?"

"Which doesnt bother me."

"Or Im suffering from cluster headaches, or Im allergic to nighttime? Those things-not really true. Im just not interested in dating you."

"How do I get you... into my hatchback?"

"By not saying things like that."

"Okay, Ken, fine, you know what, make me say it: I like somebody else. All right? Nothing I can do about it because theyre unavailable, so I have to deal with that, but-"

Ken licks his hand and rubs it all over Emmas car door handle.

TEACHERS LOUNGE-

"Youre right. Im overreacting. The herd will take care of it."

"The herd?" Questioned Will

"The student body. The second someone tries to rise above - be different - the herd pulls them back in. So. Oh, and by the way, thanks for putting a good word in for me with Emma, buddy. I guess you just want her for yourself, huh? Adios, amigo."

CARMEL HIGH SCHOOL-

Rachel and Finn are in line for snacks. Will and Emma are behind them.

"Youre very talented."

"Really?"

"Yeah. I would know. Im very talented, too. I think the rest of the team expects us to become an item. You, the hot male lead, and me, the stunning young ingenue everyone roots for."

"Very subtle, Rachel."

"Well, I, uh, have a girlfriend." Finn said awkwardly.

"Really? Who?"

"Quinn Fabray."

"Cheerleader Quinn Fabray? The president of the Celibacy Club?" Rachel asks incredulously.

QUINNS HOUSE-

Finn and Quinn are making out. FINN reaches down to touch Quinns butt. Quinn stops him and sits up.]

"Wait. Lets pray."

Most of the guys cringed.

CARMEL HIGH SCHOOL-

"For almost four months now. Shes cool. Mmm, I wonder if they have Sour Patch Kids."

The Warblers snorted,

"Guys got such a short attention span."

CARMEL HIGH SCHOOL AUDITORIUM-

Will, Emma, and the New Directions are seated together, about to watch Carmel Highs glee club perform. Will leans over to the others.

"Hey, guys, so this is supposed to be our competition, but, uh, I honestly dont think that theyve got the talent that weve got. But lets be a good audience, all right? Give em some of that old McKinley High respect."

"Please give a warm Buckeye State welcome to last years regional champions, Vocal Adrenaline!" A voice boomed.

"Vocal Adrenaline!" Wes uncharacteristaclly squeaked.

The Warblers watched in anticipation as Vocal Adrenaline filed on stage and began their performance.

"This too is weird." Nick said.

"Thats the same team that beat us at regionals!" Cried Trent."Look!"

Trent yanked the remote out of Thads hands and paused it. "You can just make out that stupid Jesse St. James kid."

The guys, with the exception of Thad, David, and Blaine, crowded around the television and began pointing out the few members they recognized.

"How did you two not notice this before?" Blaine asked David and Thad.

David shrugged. "It was late the only time we watched this part. We probably didnt notice."

Eventually the guys unpaused the show, but not before sending glares toward David and Thad.

Vocal Adrenaline performs Amy Winehouses "Rehab". It is amazing. Everyone cheers. New Directions were stunned.

Wes leaned over to his fellow future council members. "We need to discuss this afterwards."

They nodded.

"Were d-d-doomed." Tina stuttered.

CARMEL HIGH SCHOOL-

Finn walked past a group of Carmel High drummers. Puck and a few football players are waiting for him around the corner with paintball guns.

"Chicks dont have prostates."

"He can be taught!"

"I looked it up. You broke the rules, Finn, and for that, you must be punished."

The football players hold up their paintball guns and surround Finn.

"Wait. Wait. Wait. Wait. Youve got the power here, okay? You-you dont have to do this."

The football players open fire.

WILLS APARTMENT-

Will enters. Terri is waiting for him with champagne. A banner that reads "Congratulations" is hanging in the doorway.

"Theres my baby."

"Wow, honey. This is amazing. What-whats the congratulations for? The kids havent won anything yet."

"Im pregnant."

"That is a truly terrifying prospect." Cameron shuddered.

Blaine gave him a disapproving look, but secretly agreed.

"Really? Will said taken aback.

"Yeah."

"Terri, dont mess with me. Oh my God, this is amazing. Were going to be a family. Oh my God. Oh! Cant believe it."

AUDITORIUM- Will breaks the bad news to the New Directions.

"Youre leaving us? When?" Asks Artie.

"Well, Ive given my two weeks notice, but I promise Im gonna find you guys a great replacement before I go."

"Is this cause those Carmel kids were so good? Because we can work harder."

"Thats really sad that they think that."

"This isnt fair, Mr. Schuester. We cant do this without you."

"So does that mean that I dont have to be in the club anymore or...?"

"This isnt about you guys. Being an adult is about having to make difficult choices. Its not like high school. Sometimes you have to give up the things that you love. One day you guys are going to grow up and understand that. I have loved being your teacher."

AUDITORIUM-

Will is packing up his things. He picks up his guitar and starts singing John Denvers "Leaving on a Jet Plane".

"MCKINLEY HIGH-

Emma draws a heart around Wills face in the yearbook.

CLASSROOM-

Will fills out a job application for H.W. Menken.

TEACHERS LOUNGE-

Emma overhears other teachers talking about WILL.

"I heard hes having a baby. Thats why he gave Figgins his notice." One teacher says.

CLASSROOM-

Will finishes filling out his job application. Emma walks up to him and convinces him to do a career counseling session.

HALLWAY-

Finn shuts his locker and finds RACHEL standing there.]

"Didnt see you at Glee Club today."

"Is that still happening?"

"Ive taken over. Im interim director, but I expect the position will become permanent."

Quinn and Santana enter.

"Hi, Finn. (to Rachel) RuPaul.

"Hey."

"What are you doing talking to her?" Quinn demands.

"Is controlling women the theme of this show or something?"

"Science project-were partners."

"Christ Crusaders tonight at 5, my house."

"Sounds great."

Quinn and Santana exit.

"Look, I-I should go. I cant do Glee anymore. It conflicts with..."

"Your reputation? Youve really got something, Finn, and youre throwing it away."

"I-Im going to be late."

"You cant keep worrying about what people think of you, Finn. Youre better than all of them."

FOOTBALL FIELD-

Football players are rehearsing. Finn and Puck are talking.

"What do you want me to do, apologize? Thats not me, dude. Look, if I joined the flag team, youd beat the crap out of me. I just dont understand why you did it."

"Schuester told me itd give me enough extra credit to pass Spanish if I joined the club, okay? I... I didnt have a choice. If I failed another class, Id be off the team. Look, its over, okay? I quit. Anything else?"

"No, thats it. And as a welcome back to the world of the normal... I got you a present." Puck smirked.

"I dont like the sound of this."

Puck walked ahead. Finn hears a sound.

"Whats that noise?"

Artie is trapped inside a portable toilet.

Blaine winced.

"Help, help! Help!" Artie cries out.

Finn walks up to the group of portable toilets. Puck and other football players are standing nearby.

"Whats going on?" Finn asked.

"We got that wheelchair kid inside. Were going to flip it."

"Isnt that kind of dangerous?"

"Hes already in a wheelchair. Come on, dude, we saved you the first roll."

Finn shook his head. He opens the portable toilet and pulls Artie out.

The Warblers cheered.

"Thank you. Thank you so much. Thank you. Oh my God, the smell." Artie gagged.

"What the hell, dude? I cant believe youre helping out this loser."

"Dont you get it, man? Were all losers-everyone in this school. Hell, everyone in this town. Out of all the kids who graduate, maybe half will go to college, and two will leave the state to do it. Im not afraid of being called a loser cause I can accept that thats what I am. But I am afraid of turning my back on something that actually made me happy for the first time in my sorry life."

"So what? Are you quitting to join Homo Explosion?"

"No. Im doing both. Cause you cant win without me and neither can they.

Finn wheels Artie away. In the distance, Darren, the Emerald Dreams employee from Finns childhood is spraying the football field and singing Journey.

AUDITORIUM-

Rachel and the rest of New Directions are arguing when Finn wheels Artie in.

"Look, you guys, these steps are not hard. Ive been doing them since preschool."

"Im sorry, did I miss the election for queen? Because I didnt vote for you." Kurt said sarcastically.

"I know what Im talking about. I won my first dance competition when I was three months old."

"Is that even possible?"

"No, I dont think so." Said Blaine.

Kurt turned to Finn. "This is a closed rehearsal."

"Look, I owe you guys an apology. I never should have quit. I dont want to be the guy that just drives around throwing eggs at people."

"That was you?"

"You and your friends threw pee balloons at me."

"Oh my God! Thats disgusting!"

"Thats horrible! Not to mention demeaning and unsanitary."

"Why would they do that?"

"Hes gay." Blaine sighed.

"How can you tell?"

Blaine gave them his best bitch please face.

"Well we definitely know Blaine is." Jeff snickered.

"I know."

"You nailed all my lawn furniture to my roof."

"How does one even do that?"

"Beats me."

"I wasnt actually there for that, but Im really sorry. Look, that isnt who I am, and Im tired of it. This is what I want to be doing, with you guys. I used to think that this was like, the lamest thing on Earth, and maybe it is, but... were all here for the same reason-cause we want to be good at something. Artie, you play guitar, right? Think you could recruit the jazz band?"

"I do have pull there."

"All right. Mercedes, we need new costumes, and they have to be cool. Can you do that?"

"Damn, dont you see what I got on?"

"Rachel, you can do choreography." Finn turned to Tina. "Tina, what are you good at?"

"I-I..." Tina stuttered.

"Well figure something out for you."

"And what are you bringing to the table, Justin Timberlake?" Questioned Mercedes.

"Ive got the music."

TEACHERS LOUNGE-

Will and Emma sit together at a table.

"I want to show you something. I did a little research... and this is a tape I found in the library of the 93 team at nationals."

Emma played the tape for Will.

"That looks familiar." Wes said.

"Maybe they used an old tape from an actual competition."

"Did you see that video quality?" Ethan asked. "No amount of high-tech CGI and Photoshop could fix the earlie nineties."

Emma tries to convince Will not to become an accounant because teaching and Glle Club is what he loves.

HALLWAY-

Will is walking away when he hears music from the auditorium.]

AUDITORIUM-

The New Directions performed Journeys "Dont Stop Believin". Will watches them perform. Sue, Quinn, and Santana watch from the rafters. Puck from one of the exits. When theyre done, Will clapped loudly, startling them.

Wes sniffled. "That was beautiful." He whispered.

"Not to be overly sentimental, but that would be a pretty awesome memory to look back on." Said Nick.

"Good, guys. Its a nine. We need a ten. Rachel, you need to hit the ones and the fives. Finn, I think if we worked on it, you could hit a high "B."

"So does this mean youre staying?" Finn asks hopefully.

"It would kill me to see you win nationals without me. From the top."

END

"That gets me every time." David sighed dreaming.

"Exactly how many times did you watch it?" Questioned Nicholi.

Blaine stretched letting out a loud yawn, then stood to turn the lights back on. He closed his eyes tight before flicking the switch. The guys werent expecting the sudden flow of light and groaned.

"He made me rewind Dont Stop Believing six times." Thad said.

David hastily wiped away the tears. "We were both bawling like babies the whole time."

Thad glared at him.

"You totally were." Cameron scoffed.

...

Cameron sauntered down the corridor, having just woken up from one of the best nights sleep hed had in awhile. His hair was perfectly coiffed with a minimal amount of gel- something Blaine never fully understood the concept of. His Dalton uniform was nicely pressed since he woke up earlier enough to actually iron. Last of all, he noted stopping by a mirror hanging on the wall, he wore his best smile.

He winked at his reflection before continuing on.

Somewhere on his journey out of the dormitories he heard a ruckus coming from a dorm that was cracked open.

He gently knocked before creaking the door open half an inch more.

"Dont Stop! Beleivin!" An emotional voice belted out.

Inside David Thompson and Thad Harwood sat atop one of the beds clutching onto each other, both sniffling.

Cameron watched the two curiously for a few more minutes, then, with his fingers pressed against his smirk, he backed away and closed the door.

Yep. Today was a very enlightening day for one Mr. Cameron James.

...

At the end of his little tale, both David and Thad were glaring at him. He chose to ignore them and instead laughed openly at their expense.

"The beauty of a lock my friends." He advised.

"Youre all insane." Nick deadpanned. "I am so glad Blaine is my roommate."

"Like youre so normal Nicholas," snorted Ethan. "Im sure Blaine has all kinds of dirt on you."

Blaine shared a look with Nick and fidgeted uncomfortably.

Oh they definitely had their fair share of moments.

"Anyway," Wes said, wiping his eyes with a hankercheif. "We have some things to discuss."

The guys groaned.

"Youre not going to make us do a what did we learn from this experience session, are you?"

"I may yet, Sterling." Wes warned.

"No," David spoke up, in hopes of getting the conversation on track. "Vocal Adrenaline."

The guys who were on the floor moved onto chairs or one of the beds, with the exception of Jeff who remained on the floor with the blanket once again thrown over his head.

"What about them?"

"I think we all agree that that was them on the show. Which means, if this is a legitimate thing and they were paid to perform then they could be disqualified."

"What?"

"The State of Ohios Show Choir Rules and Regulations state-" Wes began.

"Basically professional groups cant perform, and being paid in any way shape or form automatically disqualifies you." Blaine paraphrased.

"Exactly. Which means if Vocal Adrenaline was compensated for their performance then we, as the sectional runner ups, may quialify for regionals." Thad clarified.

"So were going to regionals?" Asked Trent.

"Not quite." David said. "Even if we got current council to take a look at the evidence and we had it cleared by the local committee, we dont know if they were in fact compensated."

"But still, theres a chance." Stated Cameron.

The Warblers began chattering excitedly.

"Look, guys!" Blaine spoke up. "I want to go to regionals just as bad as everyone else, but Vocal Adrenaline earned, though by somewhat questionable means, their position as the top show choir in the state fairly. It would wouldnt be right to do that to them."

Most of the boys immediately started voicing their opposition, while David and Thad whispered to eachother quietly.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

"I will have order!" Wes barked, giving each of the boys a look."Warbler Blaine, please present your argument."

Blaine nodded. "I understand the desire to make it to nationals, as the Warblers havent even made it to regionals since 2007. However, I dont believe that by simply knocking off the competition by such means what the Warblers represent."

Blaine stood up and paced to the front of the room, his hands clasped behind his back.

"It wouldnt be fair to Vocal Adrenaline and especially ourselves. As I said before, regardless of their validity in the eyes of any committee, they still beat us at sectionals because they proved to the judges with their talent." After he finished he looked toward the future council.

Wes gave him an approving smile, and David and Thad looked mildly impressed.

"All of those in favor of withholding this information?" Wes inquired.

Jeffs hand was the first to shoot up, out from under his blanket, followed by Nicks, then Nicholis, then Thads, and finally the rest.

"Then that is settled." David conceded. "We will be withholding this information from the current council and Warblers not present in this room."

There seemed to be an underlying meaning to Davids words, and Blaine was sure like everyone else felt it too as huge grins appeared on everyones face.

"Um, Wes? Where did the gavel come from?"

The Warblers immediately turned back to Wes, who was now caught red-handed attempting to stowe a shiny gavel back into his satchel.

"I happened to find this fine piece of woodwork in an antique shop last weekend." Wes answered smoothly.

Nick snorted. "You just couldnt wait until next year could you?"

"I might as well have the future generation of Warblers used to when the head council position is mine. It is a good exercise for next year."

The Warblers looked at him incredulously.

"Sure. Can we go to bed now?" Nicholi looked toward Thad and David.

"Do whatever you like." David answered. "We just wanted to show you guys Glee."

"Can we do this again?" Asked Ethan. "It was aa pretty awesome show and it was fun getting together like this."

David turned to Thad looking thoughtful.

"On one condition," Thad began. "Everyone has to bring a snack of some sort."

Blaine laughed along with the other guys.

"Now everyone get out of our dorm." Thad said seriously.

The Warblers began shuffling out. Blaine walked over to where Nick and Jeffs roomate, Nicholi, poking the blonde.

"Nooo! Leave me here, David wont mind." Jeff mumbled.

"Oh yes he does mind. Begone!" Said boy called, now in his own bed under the covers.

Blaine checked his watch- almost midnight.

"Lets go Jeff, its tomorrow." Blaine said.

Jeff reluctantly removed himself from Thads comforter.

"Why is it so late? It was like, eight when we got here." Jeff whined.

"Because some idiot wouldnt shut up, and we kept having to pause." Nick answered accusingly.

On the way out of the door, Blaine picked up the comforter and threw it at Thad before flicking the light switch.

"Thank you!" Thad yelled.

In the corridor Nick was pealing Jeff off of his arm and trying to push him off on his roomate.

"Are you sure you dont need any help?" Blaine politely offered.

Nicholi waved a hand dismissively. "Nah, our dorms just down the hall."

Good. Blaine thought. If he did need help I cprobably wouldve just depositied Jeff against the nearest wall.

"Okay. Goodnight."

"Night." Nick said as well.

Nicholi merely grunted, not wanting to use what little breath he had on speaking.

Blaine and Nick only made it a few doors down when they heard a loud thump.

"Should we go help?" Blaine reluctantly sighed.

"Nope." Nick answered, already walking away.

Thank you Nick.

Blaine breifly glanced back to see Nicholi glaring at Jeff who was picking himself up off of the ground.

"No! I am not carrying you back to the dorm!" He exclaimed as he walked away.

Blaine chuckled and trailed after Nick.

"That was fun...ish." Blaine yawned.

"Yeah, it was a good show."

Nick pulled open the door. The pair went for their drawers, slipping pajamas on before jumping into bed.