HUMMEL BASEMENT.

Kurt selects the song "Single Ladies (Put A Ring On It)" by Beyoncé on his iPod. He, Brittany, and Tina perform the song in leotards.

"Their basement is awesome! I wonder if thats Kurts room."

"Better question: Is that a sequin glove?"

Blaine squinted at the screen. "Yes!" He let out a breath of laughter.

Suddenly a hand pushes a button and stops the music. It is Kurts father, Burt Hummel. He gazes disapprovingly at what is taking place before him.

KURT: Dad! Youre home early.

BURT: Deadliest Catch is on. What are you wearing?

KURT: Its a unitard. Guys wear them to, uh, work out nowadays. Do sports. They wick sweat from the body.

"That is a good point."

Burt puts a finger in Kurts unitard, letting it snap back into place. He nods.

TINA: F-f-f-football!

KURT: Yeah, all the guys in football wear them. Theyre jock chic.

BRITTANY: Totally. Kurts on the football team now. Hes the kicker - thats the smallest guy on the field, right?

KURT: Yeah. Brit and Tina were just helping me with some conditioning work.

BURT: Hmm. Really. You know, I played in JC before I busted up my knee, popping wheelies on my third bike.

KURT: Cool. I guess well have something to talk about, then.

Kurt chuckles.

"That is the most uncomfortable chuckle Ive ever heard."

"No, this is-" Jeff made an obnoxious high pitched noise.

"Dont ever do that again."

Jeff looked pleased with himself. "Exactly." He high-fived himself

BURT: So one of you two his girlfriend?

That wasnt a foreign question to Blaine even after he came out.

Kurt is taken aback by the question, but he puts his hand on Tinas back.

KURT: But Im not ready to be exclusive just yet.

BURT: Alright, just keep the music down. I cant hear myself think up there.

Burt starts to walk back upstairs, but stops to ask Kurt something.

BURT: And hey, Kurt. Be sure to get me a ticket to your first game.

Kurt nods feverishly. His grin disappears once he realizes the mess he is in.

Oh the hole you have dug for yourself Kurt. Blaine thought.

"I wonder if he actually does get on the football team."

"The only way well know is by watching the rest of the episode, which will only happen you people shut up!"

"Call down David."

GLEE OPENING TITLE

During the next scene (he vaguely recognized it as a Shue/crazy wife scene, which he didnt particularly care for) Blaine was hardly posting attention. His mind was stuck on Kurt.

He really felt for the fictional boy. Before he officially came out, his father was always suspicious of everything. He himself had been caught in many awkward situations that always left his parents questioning... though he couldnt say being caught dancing a unitard to Single Ladies was one of them.

WMHS TEACHERS LOUNGE.

Will walks in with a bagged lunch. Most of the tables are already occupied by teachers, and he is at a loss as to where to sit. He walks to the table occupied by Emma and Ken and sets his lunch down.

WILL: Hey, guys. I hope Im not intruding.

EMMA: No, not at all. [then, to both KEN and WILL] Oh, um, so get this. You know how Im kind of like a local news junkie, right?

WILL: Isnt that kind of depressing?

EMMA: Oh, no, its kind of like a...kind of like a horror film, you know? Its drug recalls and poisoned toys - Africanized bees, that was terrible.

KEN: Thats because disasters freak you out, yet fascinate you at the same time, sweetie. So you like the local news because its a way you can experience them from the safety of your condo.

"Is he trying to sound intelligent?"

EMMA: A-anyway, yeah, um. They, they just finished this story on this zoo mauling, you know, and um, youll never guess who came on next.

"Sometimes I really feel bad for Ken."

"Yeah, if my parents named me after a plastic play toy-"

"Not what I meant."

WOHN NEWS ROOM. FLASHBACK.

Rod Remington and Andrea Carmichael, two news anchors, are reporting the news.

ROD: Well, lets see whats going on now with local champion cheerleading coach, Sue Sylvester in a brand new segment we call "Sues Corner."

ANDREA: Take it away, Sue!

The camera shifts to Sues desk at the news room. Sues Corner begins.

SUE: Thanks Rod, Andrea. You know, caning has fallen out of fashion in the United States. But ask anyone whos safely walked the immaculate sidewalks of Singapore after winning an international cheerleading competition, and theyll tell you one thing. Caning works! And I think its about time we did a little more of it right here. And to all those nay-sayers out there, who say, "Thats illegal! You cant strike children on their bare buttocks with razor-sharp bamboo sticks!" Well, to them, I say, "Yes. We. Cane." And thats how Sue sees it!

"Alright, who did she gave to kill to get a spot on the news?"

During the last line, Sue lifts her right hand up to make the letter "C."

WMHS TEACHERS LOUNGE-

WILL: They gave her a segment on the local news?

EMMA: Mmhmm.

WILL: Why?

Sue walks into the teachers lounge with a box of donuts at her side.

SUE: Well, because being a local celebrity whos been written up twice on the sports page of USA Today has its perks, William. [then, to Ken, pointing at the chair directly in front of her] Hey, pal, you want to pull that chair out for me? My hands are still sore from signing autographs down at the Donut Hole this morning.

Ken, after hesitating, pulls out the chair for SUE and returns to his seat. SUE sets the box of donuts down on the table.

SUE: Brought you some holes I couldnt finish! Oh, and uh, FYI, the overnights were through the roof. You dont know what that means, do you? - "Overnights." Well, thats lingo for overnight ratings, which shows us leading in eighteen to forty-nine year olds, making WOHN Western Ohios number one local newscast.

EMMA: Wow.

SUE: "Wow" is the word, Alma! You know, I wasnt always in the spotlight, but I didnt want to end up stuck at a lousy high school, wrestling with mental illness, or forty, and single, coaching the worst football team in the history of our state, or having to go to the salon every week to have my hair permed. I didnt want to have to do that to myself. So, I sent out my resume and I am so happy to tell you that I am busting out of my box! Ah, Id love to stay and chat but I got a satellite interview. Thats lingo, again, for an interview... via satellite.

Sue turns and walks out of the teachers lounge, leaving Will, Emma, and Ken speechless.

WMHS CHOIR ROOM-

Will is passing out sheet music to the Glee Club, namely Rachel, Finn, Kurt, Mercedes, Tina, Artie, Quinn, Santana, and Brittany.

"Kurt can rock the Raybans."

"Though why hes wearing them indoors..."

"Probably to shield himself from Miss Sunshine."

After inspecting the sheet music for a minute, Rachel finds a problem.

RACHEL: Excuse me, this isnt the right key.

WILL: No. Its actually the right key.

RACHEL: No, no, this is the alto part.

WILL: Yep. Tinas doing the solo.

RACHEL: Im sorry, there must be some sort of mix up. I thought I made it very clear that anything from "West Side Story" goes to me.

Kurt pushes his sunglasses down and Mercedes glared at Rachel.

"Or so he could do that when she inevitably went cookoo for coco puffs."

Maria is my part! Natalie Wood was a Jew, you know. Ive had a very deep, personal connection to this role since the age of one.

WILL: Well, Im trying to shake things up a bit. Get us out of our boxes.

RACHEL: Youre trying to punish me.

WILL: I think youre being irrational.

RACHEL: I think youre being unfair!

WILL: I think youre being unfair to Tina, who might have been happy about getting her first solo.

RACHEL: Tina knows how much I respect her and I think she would agree with me that shes not ready for such an iconic role as Maria.

"its not like hes posting a final casting for the musical."

Mercedes interjects after looking over the sheet music.

MERCEDES: Wait... Im a Jet?

The boys laughed.

Rachel emotionally storms out of the room.

"That outfit doesnt match." Trent commented.

ARTIE: The more times she storms out of rehearsal, the less impact it has.

WILL: Congratulations, Tina. This is going well.

Mercedes and Artie congratulate Tina for getting the solo.

WMHS CHOIR ROOM. LATER THAT DAY-

All of the club members have left except for Finn and Kurt who are on their way out.

KURT: Finn? I needed to ask you something.

FINN: Thanks, but I already have a date to the prom. But Im flattered! I know how important dances are to teen gays.

The boys took a moment to let that statement really sink in. If Finn wasnt obviously an imbecile, Blaine probably would have been mildly offended, especially so because of his own experiences with dances.

"Finn is an idiot." David laughed.

"At least hes not homophobic." Blaine offered.

KURT: Im not gay.

FINN: Oh.

KURT: I just... I needed a favor.

WMHS FOOTBALL FIELD-

The football team is practicing and doing drills under the supervision of Ken. Several of the team members fall down during a running drill.

KEN: This is not that difficult, gentlemen, lets go.

The camera pans to Finn and Kurt, who are standing on the field. Finn is dressed in his football jersey and is stretching before practice. Kurt is dressed in a red sweatshirt and has a blue headband in his hair. Kurt is holding a football helmet.

FINN: Just relax, okay? Remember what I told you. Keep your eye on the ball...dont try to aim it. Okay, put your helmet on.

"He actually helped him?... That was nice of him."

KURT: [adamantly] Itll mess up my hair.

FINN: Put your...put your helmet on, okay?

Finn helps Kurt put the football helmet on, much to Kurts distaste.

FINN: Thats good. Reds your color.

"Are we sure Finns straight?"

KURT: Thank you for helping me with this, Finn. Youre really cool.

FINN: Well, I figure, the more crossover between Glee and football, the easier my lifes gonna be.

Kurt begins to walk away.

FINN: Woah. Woah, woah, where are you going?

KURT: To get my music ready.

FINN: Wh-what? Are you nuts? You cant use that!

KURT: But we did when we were rehearsing.

FINN: Practicing. And no one was around! Look, do you know how much interference I had to run with these guys just to get you this try-out? If you do it your way, theyre gonna kill you!

KURT: My body is like a rum chocolate soufflé. If I dont warm it up right, it doesnt rise. If Im doing this, Im doing it my way.

KURT walks away to get his music ready. Puck approaches Finn.

PUCK: So are you two an item now, or...? He doesnt belong here!

FINN: You joined Acafellas, whats the difference?

PUCK: Im a stud, dude. I could wear a dress to school and people would think its cool.

"Foreshadowing anybody?"

"Either way I dont think even he could get away with that."

Ken blows his whistle.

KEN: Everybody take a knee.

The team surrounds Ken and waits for him to speak.

KEN: Six games. Our kicker, Mr. Langenthaal, is zero for twelve in field goal attempts. As most of you statistically minded people know, THAT SUCKS! So Mr. Langenthaal will thusly be in charge of hydration services. The next player that can get a football between those uprights will get his job.

Kurt makes his way through the crowd of football players.

KURT: Hi, Im Kurt Hummel, and Ill be auditioning for the role of kicker.

The boys chuckled goodnaturedly.

Several football players laugh, and Kurt looks at them in disgust. Finn nods his head. Kurt makes his way to the center of the field with a stereo CD player, and Finn walks by his side with a football.

"Not sure if Finns really tall or Kurts just tiny."

Finn puts the football down and holds it for Kurt. Kurt turns the stereo on and "Single Ladies (Put A Ring On It)" plays.

"I cant watch!" Blaine his behind his hands.

Kurt dances to the music. Kurt kicks the football and it goes all the way through the uprights at a high velocity. Kurt takes off his helmet as KEN rushes up to him.

"What, what happened?"

"Take your hand off your face and look." David said.

KURT: That was good, right?

FINN: Aha, yeah.

KURT: That was good?

FINN: Yeah.

KEN: Can you do that with the game on the line and ten gorillas bearing down on you wanting nothing more than to taste your sweet virgin blood?

"Thats one way to describe football."

KURT: Mm, sounds like fun. Can I have my music?

KEN: If you kick like that, you can wear a tutu, for all I care! [then, to the rest of the team] Gentlemen! We have found ourselves a kicker!

Kurt waves to the football team as Puck looks at him in disgust.

SUES OFFICE-

WOHN news station owner Mr. McClung knocks on the door and then walks into Sues office. SUE is sitting down at the desk, autographing pictures of herself.

MCCLUNG: More mail for you, Sue! But I think, I think there might be some, some hate mail mixed in for your editorial on littering.

SUE: Well, Mr. McClung, your station didnt hire me because I was yellow. Not everyones gonna have the walnuts to take a pro-littering stance,

"Pro littering? Is that even a thing?"

but I will not rest until every inch of our fair state is covered in garbage. Its why I pay taxes. It keeps garbagemen earning a living, so they can afford tacos for their family.

MCCLUNG: Fantastic. But Im...concerned...about your future at WOHN. You see, my daughter goes to your school and she says that a lot of the top cheerleaders are defecting to the show choir.

"Defecting? Its show choir, not Alkyda."

You know, it makes me wonder, if youre losing all that talent, how you can expect to win Nationals. See, your segments all about being a champion, Sue, a winner. So... We need you to win Nationals. Okay! Uh, thanks a bunch. Great work.

"What is wrong with people in Ohio?"

QUINNS LOCKER / WMHS HALLWAY-

Quinn is at her locker, visibly distraught with tears running down her face. Finn is approaching and calling her name, but she ignores him and walks down the hallway.

"Oh snap! I bet shes pregnant!"

"What makes you think that?"

"Somebody must be. I dont think the teachers wife is important enough to have the episode named after her, besides the fact shes not even preggers."

FINN: Quinn! Quinn. Hey, whats with the silent treatment? Whatever I did, Im sorry.

Quinn stops at a corridor and Finn catches up with her.

QUINN: Im pregnant.

Finn is now lost in his own mind, and finds it difficult to focus on what Quinn is saying.

QUINN: I wasnt sure, and I really didnt want to go by myself, and Im so sorry that I didnt tell you sooner!

FINN: Mine?

QUINN: Yes, you. Who elses would it be?

FINN: But we...we never...

QUINN: Last month. Hot tub.

FABRAY HOT TUB. FLASHBACK-

Finn and Quinn are both in the hot tub in their bathing suits, making out. Finn senses that he is about to come.

FINN: Oh no. Oh no. Oh...

QUINN: Think of the mail. Think of the mail! Think of the -

FINNS CAR. FLASHBACK-

Finn hits a mailman with his car on his first time driving.

CAROLE: You killed him! What are you going to do?!

FABRAY HOT TUB. FLASHBACK OVER

FINN: Oh.

WMHS HALLWAY-

FINN: But we were wearing our swimsuits!

QUINN: Ask Jeeves said a hot tub is the perfect temperature for sperm. It, it helps it swim faster.

FINN: Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Are - Are you gonna get a...?

Most of them face palmed.

"Im not the most educated that area, and I dont even think..."

QUINN: [crying] No. I really thought I had a shot at getting out of here! No.

"Can we please get some patriotism up in here? Why everybody hatin on Ohio?"

"David, Ohio kind of sucks."

"Yeah," David laughed. "Yeah it does."

Quinn cries on Finns shoulder. He doesnt know what to say or what to do.

RYERSON HOUSE-

The camera is fixated on Sandy Ryersons doll collection

"AAAAH! Oh my God!" Nick shrieked. "Fast forward! Fast forward!" He threw his blanket up over his head as he drove behind Blaine.

Wes, who had previously been lounging totally relaxed, was now in a state of panic and fumbled to pause the show.

"What? What?"

Richard jumped up and hit the lights.

"Its the dolls." Jeff said.

"Hes been terrified of them since we watched Chucky." Blaine explained.

"Really Nick?" Cameron laughed. "That movie was so bad it was funny."

Blaine and Jeff (possibly Nick if he wasnt still hiding) glared at him.

"What about your phone of Jurassic Park?" Richard snorted.

While Richard and Cameron verbally duked it out, Blaine peaked behind Nicks blanket to check on him.

The other Warblers waited impatiently for the crazy to die down.

Sandy is wearing a Japanese kimono and is making tea to drink. He picks up a doll to inspect. Sue is standing next to Sandy, obviously disturbed.

SANDY: Ive been collecting since 1961.

SUE: Now, isnt this just lovely and normal?

SANDY: [referring to his doll collection] Theyre my everything. [then, referring to the whistling kettle] Tea time!

Sandy chuckles, and then imitates the whistling kettle. He goes to get the tea.

SUE: Right.

SANDY: So, to what do I owe the honor of your presence?

SUE: Oh, I just thought Id stop by and say hello, buddy. Boy, the only thing missing from this place is a couple dozen bodies, limed and rotting in shallow graves under the floorboards.

Coming back with his tea, Sandy motions towards the couch.

SANDY: Please, have a seat on the Casting Couch.

Sue takes a seat. Sandy pours them tea and sits adjacent to her.

SANDY: Oh, it is so wonderful to finally have some Sandy time. I have my bridge game on Fridays. Saturdays I am fully committed at the local cat rescue.

"If this ever happens to me, please put me out of my misery and shoot me." Ethan said in disgust.

SUE: Sandy. Lets cut the crap.

Sandy begins to cry.

SANDY: Im living in a cocoon of horror! Yesterday, I ate nine cans of Aerosol whipped cream! No! Oh!

SUE: Sandy, Sandy. We have similar problems. You need to be back in the spotlight! I wanna offer you the schools Arts Administrator position.

Sandy sits up, interested in Sues offer.

SUE: You will have control of all the arts programs. Music, art, drama - wait for it - [with some disgust in her voice] Glee Club.

SANDY: Its impossible. Figgins will never allow it!

SUE: Oh, dont you worry about Figgins.

CUT TO: INT. FIGGINS OFFICE. FLASHBACK.

FIGGINS: Im never letting Sandy Ryerson back in this school.

Sue comes around to Figgins computer and pulls up a website.

SUE: Take a look at this.

A commercial for Mumbai Air starring Figgins plays on the computer. On the commercial, Figgins is stretching his legs his to prevent blood clots.

FIGGINS: [on the commercial] Vascular embolisms are a serious hazard on long distance flights. So make sure to stretch your legs every hour to keep blood from clotting.

On the commercial, Figgins puts on an anti-embolism stocking.

FIGGINS: [on the commercial] For additional protection, anti-embolism stockings can be purchased from your flight attendants.

Figgins then mutters something in Indian, and the commercial ends.

SUE: Well, I would hate to think of this video circulating around the school. Better yet, YouTube.

RYERSON HOUSE-

SANDY: Our first order of business is Glee Club.

SUE: Oh! I couldnt agree with you more. William is running it into the ground.

SUE: And theres one lynchpin holding that group together.

SUE: Rachel Berry. How do we steal her away?

SUE: Hold on to your Easter bonnet, Sandy. Im gonna fire four words at you. Liza. Minnelli. Celine. Dion.

SANDY: Oh... Yeah. I am yours.

WMHS HALLWAY-

Rachel approaches a bulletin board in the hallway, interested in a flyer that she sees.

It reads,

"Be a LEAD in our High School Musical! Audition for CABARET! Must audition with Celine Dion song of your choice."

She signs her name on the sign-up sheet and puts a gold star sticker next to her name.

WMHS AUDITORIUM-

Rachel is auditioning for Cabaret in front of Sue and SANDY. She performs an outstanding rendition of "Taking Chances" by Celine Dion.

SANDY: Wow.

RACHEL: Whats next?

SANDY: Congratulations, miss Sally Bowles. You have just landed the lead.

Rachel is extremely happy. She puts her hands on her mouth and jumps up and down, excitedly.

FIGGINS OFFICE-

Figgins is sitting at his desk, with Will, Sue, and Sandy in the office.

WILL: This is a joke!

FIGGINS: William. Sandys never been formally charged with anything, and the fact is, upon further reflection, my firing of him was rash! This is a wonderful thing, Will. How many times have you sat in that chair complaining how I dont care about the arts program?

"He molested a student."

WILL: [to Sue] This was you. You have always been out to get me.

SUE: Oh, if I was out to get you, Id have you pickling in a Mason jar on my shelf by now.

SANDY: William, take a chill pill. Im here to help you.

WILL: Oh, really? Is that why you stole my best singer?

WMHS DANCE STUDIO-

Rachel, dressed in tights and a leotard, is stretching and practicing ballet. WILL is there, talking to her.

RACHEL: An opportunity arose for me to showcase my talents and I took it. How is that any different from when you quit Glee to form your boy band?

WILL: Because I didnt do it out of spite.

"Yeah, he kind of did."

RACHEL: Im offended by that accusation. Ive always been a team player. Just admit it, Mr. Schue, you dont like me very much.

WILL: Thats not true! I am your biggest, and sometimes your only fan.

RACHEL: Look, I know who I am, okay? I know I can be a little abrasive, bossy, and conceited. Im just hurt that you chose to judge me on that rather than on my talent. I know it sounds awful, but Im the best one in there! I try the hardest and I want it the most.

WILL: Everyone knows that. And theyre scared of it.

"I think theyre terrified of her."

They all think that they can slack off because youll pick up their weight. We cant win Regionals like that! We need everyone to think that theyre a star.

FIGGINS OFFICE-

SUE: Were giving everyone a chance to think theyre a star! Were providing opportunites. Were opening doors. Find your voice, stomp that yard, all that crap.

WILL: [to Figgins] What does she have on you?

Sandy has had enough. He stands up.

SANDY: Enough! I tried to play nice with you, William, but clearly, youd prefer to be adversaries. So be it.

WMHS DANCE STUDIO-

Rachel is now packing up her belongings and getting ready to leave.

RACHEL: Im not quitting Glee... Im just looking for a reason to stay.

WILL: Oh, like me taking the solo away from Tina?

RACHEL: Everyone on the team is getting something out of being there. Youre doing a great job at getting them out of their shells. Except for me. Im still getting my lipstick flushed down the toilet... I still dont have a boyfriend.

"Is that always what it is with girls?"

Tinas great, but why do you have to hurt me to make her feel good?

WILL: Just come to rehearsal.

Rachel turns and exits the dance studio, pensive.

WMHS AUDITORIUM-

Tina is singing "Tonight" from West Side Story on stage. WILL is at the side of the stage, encouraging her. Things are going great, but Tina gets nervous and blows the last note of the song. WILL comes over to her, clapping.

"While that was an excellent performance of Tonight, Blaine would you mind-"

"Blaine is not singing the song Thad."

WILL: That was great, Tina. Good job!

TINA: You dont have to say that. I was sh-sh-sharp. I c-c-c-cant do this.

WILL: Hey, hey, look at me. Have you noticed the more confident you are, the less you stutter? Hey... I need you to be great at Regionals. To do that, youve got to know that you can do this.

TINA: You have to give this song to Rachel. Shes better than me, and you know shell quit if you dont. Ill have to t-take one for the team.

"Thats sad," said Blaine. "I hope This gets it."

Tina turns and exits the auditorium, leaving a dejected Will on stage. He sighs. A very grievous Finn walks past Tina to Will.

WILL: Hey, Finn. Whats up?

Finn tries to find the words to explain his feelings about Quinns pregnancy, but he simply cannot. Instead, he cries on Wills shoulder and Will hugs him.

RESTAURANT IN LIMA-

Will and Finn are at a restaurant. They are going down the salad bar.

FINN: Thanks a lot for this, Mr. Schue. Couldnt talk to my mom, you know?

WILL: [referring to Quinn] So how far along is she?

FINN: I dont know. Uh, a couple weeks, maybe? Its pretty recent, I guess.

Will and Finn walk to their table.

WILL: Well, what do you, what do you need me to do? You want me to set you up with Planned Parenthood?

FINN: No. No, its not even a conversation. Shes keeping it.

Will and Finn sit down at their table with their food.

FINN: Ive seen the guys around town who had kids in high school. They work here or at the supermarket or pumping gas... or worse. Theyre caged. Got no future. I cant become one of those dudes! Mr. Schue, I gotta go to college, but we dont have any money. I need a football scholarship, but the only way Im gonna get one is if we start winning.

WILL: Im not a football coach.

FINN: Remember when we were working on that Acafella stuff and you helped me and Puck with the dancing?

WILL: Yeah.

FINN: You loosened us up. Thats the football teams problem! I figured it out, watching Kurt kick those field goals.

Finn pulls out a book titled "Never Die Easy: The Autobiography of Walter Payton."

FINN: Here, check this out. I got this at the school library. Did you know you can just borrow books from there?

"Oh Finn."

All of them. Except for the encyclopedias, but... It says in here that Walter Payton was a great dancer. In college, he - he won dance competitions on "Soul Train" and he took ballet lessons, and he even got the whole Bears team to take them the year they won the Super Bowl. Thats how they came up with the Super Bowl Shuffle.

"I never knew that."

"Its a wonder what one trip to the library can do."

"Dont try to guilt trip me Wes, it wont work." Jeff crossed his arms defiantly.

WILL: Alright, let me just get this straight. You want me to teach the football team how to dance? Eh... I dont think Ken will go for that.

FINN: Well talk him into it. Look, you said you needed guys for Glee Club, right? If you can help us win one game, theyll start to trust you. And Im sure some of them will want to join. Its a win-win for both of us.

The camera suddenly pans to the table behind WILL and Finn. There, a young son and his father sit eating dinner. Acting like a father, Will nods to Finn.

WILL: Eat up.

CUT TO: INT. SCHUESTER APARTMENT.

Will and Terri are in the bathroom, brushing their teeth at the mirror. Will has presumably told Terri about QUINNs pregnancy.

TERRI: How far along is she?

WILL: A few weeks. It breaks my heart. I mean, theyre both so scared to death, Ter. Theyre just kids. They cant raise a baby.

Terri suddenly stops brushing her teeth. A lightbulb has gone off in her head. She slowly continues brushing.

WILL: I hear, this poor girl is so ashamed. She feels like she cant tell anybody. I mean, can you imagine? Having to hide something like that?

"Its like he knows."

Terri again suddenly stops brushing her teeth. She is reminded of the way she is hiding her hysterical pregnancy from Will. She slowly continues brushing.

WILL: All that effort, covering that up.

TERRI: What did you say her name was? Quinn?

"Oh no. I know she is not thinking of stealing that girls baby."

"Do you really think shed go that far?" Blaine said doubtfully.

"Howard conspiracy Blaine, Howard conspiracy."

"Yeah, okay."

WILL: Quinn Fabray. Oh, and heres the kicker. Shes president of the Celibacy Club.

Will kisses Terris forehead and walks away. A grin sneaks onto Terris face; she now knows where she is going to get her baby.

WMHS BOYS LOCKER ROOM-

The entire football team, Ken, and Will are in the locker room. Puck slams his locker door closed.

PUCK: This is garbage! What the hell does Beyoncé have to do with football?!

FINN: Why dont you ask Kurt? He seems to be the only one who can score on this team, even in practice.

Kurt smiles smugly.

"I kind of really love Kurt."

PUCK: So were taking coaching advice from Lance Bass now?

"Hes the one that knows who Lance Bass is."

Kurt frowns in distaste at Puck.

WILL: Guys. Guys! Athletes are performers, just like singers and dancers. I mean, think about it. Jim Brown, Dick Butkus...

FINN: OJ.

WILL: OJ. Right. All pretty tough guys; all of them had big careers as performers. Now, I dont think you guys are losing because you dont have the talent. Youre losing because you dont have the right attitude.

PUCK: Oh, I get it. We have to think more like Amazonian black women.

"At this point that could only help, literally."

"They suck."

WILL: Think about it. If you can sing and dance in front of people, everything else is easy.

PUCK: [to Ken] Coach. Please. Step in here.

KEN: Im down with it. I mean, heck, what do we got to lose? We gave up our pride when we lost to that school for the deaf.

KURT: Sun Tzu says in his "Art of War" to never let the enemy know you.

"I love how he read that."

"What self respecting theatre performer hasnt?"

"The normal ones, Wes, the normal ones."

Our greatest weapon could be the element of surprise. Dont tell me that you wouldnt be on your heels if the other team started busting a move on the field.

"It worked at that one soccer game, even though... You know, the seniors did it as a joke."

"How did that even happen in the first place?" Wes asked, having not been apart of that group of freshmen.

"They told all of us that it was school tradition for the newbies to perform during the game to get everyone pumped."

"Didnt they haze your year?"

Wes snorted. "We werent stupid enough actually believe them.

"Well it was a success and we got popular for a week because of it."

Ken blows his high-pitched whistle.

The boys pulled faces.

"I loathe those whistles."

KEN: Okay, too much talking, and not enough stretching. In the Choir Room in full pads in five. Thats five minutes. Lets go!

WMHS CHOIR ROOM-

The football team, in full uniform, is standing in the choir room under the supervision of Ken and Will. Will tries to teach them basic dance moves to the rhythm of the piano.

"Wait!" Wes suddenly shrieked. He dove across Thad, kneeing him in the process, and landed on David. David recoiled in fright. Wes ignored everyones strange looks and grabbed the remote, pausing the show on the football players. He stared at the screen a good long while.

"Uh, Wes?"

Wes looked up at the frightened faces of his teammates.

He took one last glance at screen, his eyes went wide momentarily before he shook his head. Someone coughed. Wes removed himself from David, straightening out his shirt as he returned to seat.

He cleared his throat. "As you were."

The Warblers exchanged bewildered looks.

"Care to tell us what that was about?" Asked Flint carefully.

Wes was staring at the opposite wall, somewhere else completely.

"Oh look!" Nicholi laughed. "That dude in the back!"

Wes episode was forgotten.

WILL: Uh, five, six, seven, eight, step ball change, up! Den, den, den, deh. Buh, buh, buh, uh, buh, buh, buh.

The team is mediocre at attempting these moves. Will blows Kens whistle.

WILL: Thats good, guys. Your hips are still a little tight. Okay? Its just like youre playing football. Its all about the lateral movements. Just stay low, and...

Kurt attempts to interject.

WILL: Watch Kurt.

Kurt attempts to teach the team the choreography to "Single Ladies (Put A Ring On It)". It is a bit better than the last attempt, but it still could use work.

KURT: Alright, boys. Five, six, seven, hand, hand, point to the finger, hip, head. Oh! Sneak attack, back to the ring. Comb through the hair. Slap the butt.

Ken blows his whistle loudly.

KEN: Okay, thats enough for today, gentlemen. Well...work on it. Just hit the showers.

KURT: [to Ken] Um, Coach, I dont mean to interject, but um, I think we should end with a show circle.

"Oh Kurt."

WMHS HALLWAY-

Puck and Finn are walking out of the football teams dance rehearsal in the Choir Room. Finn looks exhausted and worried.

PUCK: Whats your problem?

FINN: Nothing. I just got a lot on my mind.

PUCK: Seriously, dude. Whats going on? Im your best friend. Talk.

FINN: Its personal.

PUCK: I knew it. Youre in love with Kurt.

"What?"

FINN: Quinns pregnant. Shes keeping the baby.

Finn walks away and Pucks eyes grow wider. He cannot believe his ears.

WMHS HALLWAY-

Quinn is walking down another hallway, carrying her books. She looks worried, just like Finn did previously. Puck comes out of a corridor.

PUCK: Sup, MILF?

"That was uncalled for."

QUINN: Leave me alone.

Quinn continues walking, but Puck follows after her.

PUCK: Whos the daddy? I just think its kind of weird if its Finn, since you told me you were a virgin when we did it... And I know for a fact that you didnt do it with him.

"Oh snap!"

"I thought we already had it figured out that it wasnt Finns?"

"Yeah but it was the best friend?"

"Its always best friend."

"Remind me to keep my girlfriend away from Blaine."

"Jeff, you dont have a girlfriend, Nick is your best friend, and Blaine is gay."

"I knew that."

QUINN: How can you be so sure?

PUCK: Finns my boy. He would have told me.

QUINN: You make a habit of sleeping with your boys girlfriends?

Quinn walks down the hallway, and to get her attention, Puck makes a spectical over his next line, throwing his hands in the air and shouting loudly.

PUCK: Well, call the Vatican! Weve got ourselves another Immaculate Conception!

Jeff chuckled. "That was funny."

Quinn races back to Puck and drags him to the nearest corridor to talk privately.

PUCK: Id take care of it, you know. You, too. My dads a deadbeat but I dont roll that way.

QUINN: Werent you fired for peeing in the fast-food fryolator?

"I think you should get arrested for that!"

PUCK: Ive got my pool cleaning business.

QUINN: We live in Ohio. I had sex with you because you got me drunk on wine coolers and I felt fat that day, but it was a mistake. Youre a Lima loser and youre always gonna be a Lima loser.

Quinn runs down the hallway, overcome with emotion.

WMHS PARKING LOT/QUINNS CAR-

It is pouring down rain outside. Quinn comes running to her car. She is crying. She opens the car door, sits down in the drivers seat, and sobs for a few seconds before she is interrupted by a voice. Terri is sitting in the passenger seat.

Blaine flinched. "How did she get in her car?"

"Sociopathic serial killers have their ways." Nicholi shrugged

Blaine rolled his eyes.

TERRI: How many weeks are you? From the looks of you, Id say no more than five or six. I assume you havent told your parents yet. I mean, how could you? After Daddy bought you this car so you could drive him to the Chastity Ball. You cant raise this baby, Quinn.

QUINN: Im sorry, but who are you?

TERRI: Im just somebody who wants to help.

QUINN: I dont need your help! Get the hell out of my car!

TERRI: Really? What kind of prenatal vitamins are you taking?

Quinn has no response to this question. Terri goes searching through her purse and pulls out a bottle of prenatal vitamins.

TERRI: Yeah. Here. Three times a day, or your baby will be ugly.

QUINN: I dont understand. What do you want from me?

"Your soul!" Jeff answered in a low voice at the same time Nicholi exclaimed, "Your first born child."

The others chose to ignore them.

"Shes like a modern, female Rumplestiltskin."

WMHS FOOTBALL FIELD-

It is the night of the football team. Cheerleaders, including Quinn, Santana, and Brittany, are cheering. Emma is sitting in the crowded bleachers, cleaning off the seat next to her with a moist towelette. Will approaches her.

"That would get exhausting cleaning everything all of the time."

WILL: Anyone sitting here?

EMMA: Um, no. Here, here, you can...

Will smiles and takes a seat next to Emma for the game.

WILL: Well, at least I know its clean.

EMMA: Yeah.

"The Star-Spangled Banner" begins to play over the intercom.

WMHS BOYS LOCKER ROOM-

Ken opens a case of whistles. After pondering for a moment, he selects one, and warms it up in his hands.

WMHS FOOTBALL FIELD-

The football team, including Puck, Finn, Kurt, and a player named Nick, is standing on the side of the field, preparing for the game.

FINN: Well, I think we, uh, really came together this week as a team.

PUCK: Yeah, a gay team. A big gay team of dancing gays.

Kurt is visibly unhappy after hearing Pucks homophobic remark.

NICK: Seriously, Finn. It was fun in practice and all, but we cant do that out here in front of everybody! Itll make us even more of a joke.

"I dont think thats possible."

Kurt looks at Finn as if to say "Do something!", but the team heads out to the field and puts their helmets on. It is game time. The crowd, including Will and Emma, cheers happily.

FINN: Divert right. Eighty-seven on one. Break.

FOOTBALL TEAM: Break!

The Referee blows his whistle to signal the official start of the game. A rude player from the other team yells to FINN.

RUDE PLAYER: Yo, QB! Your mommas so fat, the back of her neck looks like a pack of hot dogs. Give me some ketchup!

"That was a terrible yo momma joke." Said Nick. "Is that supposed to upset you?"

FINN: [ignoring the RUDE PLAYERs remark] Down, set, hut!

The team does very badly in the first play. Ken and the crowd are disappointed.

FINN: Punch and Judy on one, break!

Again, the team does terribly. Ken is frustrated.

KEN: Come on!

Burt makes his way up the bleachers. Seeing him, Kurt waves and jumps up and down from the bench.

KURT: Dad! Dad!

Burt makes a subtle wave.

"You have to admit thats kind of cute."

Everybody started Blaine.

"Did I say that out loud?"

KURT: I told you! I told you!

The game resumes.

FINN: Jordan versus Bird on one!

KEN: Run!

Ken throws his stuff on the ground. The scoreboard then changes. There are only twelve seconds left in the game. Burt looks unhappy in the bleachers.

FINN: Cupid tips on one, break!

The timer resumes counting down. Finns mind is racing. He sees Quinn, Kurt, and Will. With one second remaining, he calls for a time out.

"Cutting it close there Finn."

FINN: Time out! [then, to Puck] Dude. We gotta do it.

PUCK: We will be jokes for the rest of our high school lives.

FINN: Were already jokes! I dont wanna be a Lima loser for the rest of my life.

Puck looks over to Quinn with the cheerleaders. Then, the rude player from the other team starts talking to Puck

RUDE PLAYER: Yo, left tackle! Your mommas so fat, her cereal comes with its own lifeguard. Like Baywatch!

PUCK: Hey, ankle grabber. I had sex with your mother. No, seriously. I cleaned your pool, and then I had sex with her in your bed. Nice Star Wars sheets.

"That was a pretty great comeback."

"I am so using that when they start talking smack during the next soccer game."

"No youre not." Wes admonished.

The RUDE PLAYER does not know what to say. Clearly, Puck actually did have intercourse with the players mother.

PUCK: [to Finn] Lets do it, captain.

FINN: [to the entire team] Come on, huddle up! Huddle up! Okay. "Ring On It" on three. Yeah. Alright? Come on! On three! One, two, three, break!

FOOTBALL TEAM: Break.

Quinn, Santana, and Brittany are shown cheering with the cheerleaders. At first the team is hesitant, but they do agree to dancing.

FINN: Hut, one, two, three. Lets hit it!

The boys grinned in giddy anticipation.

Finn makes a motion, and suddenly "Single Ladies (Put A Ring On It)" is playing over the intercom. The whole football team dances to the song, much to the disbelief of Burt and the opposing team.

"Theyre actually pretty good." Richard chuckled.

FINN: Hike!

Finn passes the football to Puck, who makes it all the way to the end of the field. KEN and the entire crowd are extremely pleased.

KEN: [to Kurt] Youre up, kid. You make this and we win. You make this and you die a legend.

"No pressure."

KURT: Can I pee first?

"Not the best timing."

Kurt makes his way to the center of the field.

BURT: God, hes so little.

Kurt makes a motion with his hand. A short portion of "Single Ladies (Put A Ring On It)" again plays over the intercom. Kurt dances for a few seconds, and then kicks the ball and makes the field goal.

"This has got the weirdest football game Ive ever seen." David shook his head, though he was smiling.

FINN: Ten, hut!

The Referee blows his whistle. The game is over, and the Titans have won. All thanks to Kurt. Burt goes crazy in the crowd.

BURT: Thats my son! That is my boy!

Puck is happy until he looks over to see Quinn and Finn kissing. His smile quickly disappears. He walks off the field.

HUMMEL BASEMENT-

Kurt is sitting at a mirror, spraying his face with some sort of skin care product. He proceeds to work at his skin with a pink sponge. Burt walks down the stairs and nods.

KURT: Nighttime skin care is a big part of my post-game ritual.

BURT: Well, I dont know what to say about that, but, uh... I was really proud of you tonight, Kurt. I wish your mom would have been there, I mean... alive.

Oh.

"I was wondering about that." Blaine murmured.

KURT: Thanks.

Burt turns to go away, but Kurt stops him. He has something he wants to say.

KURT: Dad?

Kurt stands up. Burt turns around and focuses on Kurt.

Blaine sensing what was about to happen grabbed the nearest hand, which was Trents.

Trent understood that it reminded Blaine of his own coming out and squeezed back comfortingly.

KURT: I...have something that I wanna say. Im glad that youre proud of me,

Blaine winced.

-but I dont wanna lie anymore. Being a part of the Glee Club and football has really showed me that I can be anything, and... what I am... is... Im gay.

The whole room seemed to stiffin and fill with nervous energy. None quite sure what was about to happen.

BURT: I know.

Oh God, thought Blaine. He-

...

Wait what?

I know?

Thats all?

No what can we do to fix this, we can get you help, I hate you, please leave? Heck not even an are you positive youre not straight.

Brief feelings of jealousy flared up in Blaine at Burt Hummels obvious.- well not total ease- but perhaps acceptance of the situation. From the beginning of the episode- check, show!- Burt Hummel had showed all of the tell tale signs of being homophobic

Blaine turned his attention back to the screen, though this time he wasnt leaned in close to the television like the others. They were currently still holding their breath and watching in anticipation. None of them (as far as Blaine knew) had been through this and so they werent entirely sure what to expect. Blaine guessed that from the brief stories they had heard from the few other out boys at Dalton, they were probably expecting the worse. The ones who thought this didnt notice the lack of malice or resentment in Kurts fathers eyes. Because it would have been the first thing you noticed. That is if the actor playing him was doing an accurate job.

The other Warblers may have yet to notice Burts potentially positive reaction, but they sure as hell noticed the deep frown forming on Blaines face.

KURT: Really?

BURT: Ive known since you were three. All you wanted for your birthday was a pair of sensible heels. I guess Im not totally in love with the idea, but if thats who you are, theres nothing I can do about it. And I love you just as much. Okay?

Before for a moment there had been a small hope that, due to bad acting, he had misinterpreted the situation. Then as quickly as it came it went, leaving behind in its wake remorse.

Even if it was only a show with fake sets and fake characters, at least one imaginary gay teenager was getting some acceptance in a place where it wasnt enforced. Hey, if anyone else was watching this it may even give some hope. Due to Burts reaction, horribly misguided and unrealistic as it may be, theres still an underlying sense of... frown slowly formed into a small smile.

Blaine snapped out of his thoughts as the lights flicked back on. They had paused the show awhile ago and the room was uncharacteristically silent. The guys, who had been gauging his reaction, looked away once he caught them staring.

"Are you okay Blaine?" Wes asked in concern.

"Y-yeah Im fine." Blaine said.

Two hands squeezed his. He had apparently been clutching onto Trents hand this entire time, and at some point Nick had grabbed his other one.

He looked to Nick who gave him a small smile.

"Kurt was really brave." He said quietly.

Blaine blinked. "Yeah he was, wasnt he." He agreed.

Blaine now had a full blown grin and was blinking rapidly.

Whats that? Thought Blaine as something wet slithered a path across his cheek. Oh yeah- tears.

The guys averted their eyes as Blaine used the back of his hand to wipe them off.

Burt brings Kurt in close for a hug.

BURT: Thanks for telling me, Kurt.

Kurt nods. Burt turns to go upstairs and Kurt sits back down at his mirror.

BURT: Youre sure, right?

KURT: Yeah, Dad. Im sure.

BURT: Im just checking.

After all that happened Blaine couldnt find it in himself to be angry at that statement. It was asked with such care and affection, not the typical hopefulness.

It was really too bad that Burt Hummel was a fictional character. The world could use more Burt Hummels.

QUINNS LOCKER/WMHS HALLWAY-

Quinn is standing at her locker. She closes it and Finn approaches. She smiles.

FINN: Hey.

FINN pulls a torn baby blanket out of his pocket.

FINN: Here. Its my gee-ge. This is the baby blanket my dad got me the day I was born. It was the only thing I had to remember him by. I used to cry without it, and I took it everywhere with me, so its a little dirty. But I want our baby to have it.

"That is like, the ultimate guilt trip."

Quinn is taken aback at Finns kind gesture. She now feels especially awful that the baby is not actually Finns.

FINN: Im gonna do everything I can to be a good father.

QUINN: Thank you, Finn.

Puck walks up to Finn and Quinn. Quinn looks uncomfortable.

PUCK: Hey, guys. How you doing? You know, lately, Ive been getting really sick in the morning.

QUINN: Must be a virus.

PUCK: Hey, are you putting on a little weight? You should watch your carbs. Theyre not going to be able to hoist you to the top of that cheerleading pyramid much longer.

FINN: Hey. Dont talk to my girlfriend like that.

PUCK: You know what? Youre right. I was out of line. See you guys around.

"You know, I might actually sympathize if I knew why the hell he cares so much."

Puck walks away from Quinn and Finn.

WOHN NEWS ROOM-

Sue is sitting at her desk in the WOHN news room. Shes Corner begins. An instrumental versions of "Taking Chances" is playing in the background.

SUE: You know, theres a question I get asked a lot. Whether Im accepting an honorary doctorate or performing a citizens arrest, people ask me, "Sue, whats your secret?" Well, Ill tell you my secret, western Ohio.

WMHS CHOIR ROOM-

Will walks in the door with Puck, and football players Mike Chang and Matt Rutherford. The entire Glee Club is already present.

WILL: Hey guys! Lets give a big Glee welcome to our three new members fresh off their big win on Friday night - Noah Puckerman, Matt Rutherford, and Mike Chang. Regionals, here we come.

Wes frowned.

WOHN NEWS ROOM-

SUE: Sue Sylvesters not afraid to shake things up.

WMHS CHOIR ROOM-

WILL: Lets start today with "Tonight" from West Side Story.

"I hope they perform West Side Story!"

"I dont think any would be fit for Tony though."

"Theyll probably add characters later on."

"Its too bad we didnt do West Side this year. Blaine would have made a great Tony." Thad said.

Blaine beamed. "Thank you Thad."

Rachel beams at the prospect of singing this song, and nods fervently.

WILL: Tina, show us what you got.

Rachel is upset. The solo is still not hers. She has not gotten what she wants.

WOHN NEWS ROOM-

SUE: You know, Im tired of hearing people complain, "Im riddled with this disease!" or "I was in that tsunami." To them, I say, "Shake it up a bit!" Get out of your box! Even if that box happens to be where youre living.

BACKSTAGE-

Sandy is painting a set piece for the musical. Rachel walks in.

SANDY: I thought you had Glee practice, my little multi-tasking star.

RACHEL: I quit. Im yours exclusively.

"Imagine if we quit every time we didnt get a solo." Richard said.

"I would have quit four times." Said Jeff.

WOHN NEWS ROOM-

SUE: Ill often yell at homeless people, "Hey! Hows that homelessness working out for you? Give not being homeless a try, huh?"

BACKSTAGE-

RACHEL: "Maybe This Time" in B flat?

WOHN NEWS ROOM-

SUE: You know something, Ohio? Its not easy to break out of your comfort zone. People will tear you down, tell you you shouldnt have bothered in the first place.

HUMMEL BASEMENT-

Kurt is sitting at his mirror. He sighs while he scrubs his skin with a pink sponge.

WOHN NEWS ROOM-

SUE: But let me tell you something. Theres not much of a difference between a stadium full of cheering fans and an angry crowd screaming abuse at you. Theyre both just making a lot of noise! How you take it is up to you.

"Thats... actually good advice."

SCHUESTER APARTMENT-

Will and Terri are in bed. Terri is asleep, but Will is restless. He is watching Sues Corner on his television.

SUE: [on television] Convince yourself theyre cheering for you. You do that, and one day... They will. And thats how Sue sees it.

During the last line, Sue lifts her right hand up to make the letter "C."

WMHS HALLWAY.

Quinn is standing at her locker, holding her books. She looks quite worn down. She cannot possibly do this.

CUT TO BLACK

"How is it possible to be so personally connected a television show?" Trent said.

The boys laughed.

"Probably because were living an upperclass, private school version."

The Warblers decided to take quick bathroom break before continuing on. During this interlude Jeff was strangely quiet, speaking with Nick in hushed tones. Blaine observed them but didnt interrupt. After fifteen minutes everyone returned to their spots.

"Is everyone ready for next episode?"

Jeff jumped up gaining everyones attention. Next to him Nick stood as well.

"We actually have something wed like to tell you guys." Jeff looked uncharacteristically serious.

The room gave them their undivided attention

"Youre all our best friends,"

"Even Cameron whos a dick." Jeff interjected jokingly. Cameron flipped him off, though the effect was ruined by the grin on his face.

"-and its something thats been weighing both of us down for awhile." Nick paused. He chewed on his lower lip and beside him Jeff was wringing hands, something Blaine noted he only did when he was exceptionally nervous.

"What is it?" Trent asked.

"I, um, its -" Nick pressed his lips together and squinted, then turned to Jeff.

"What Nicks trying say is -" He was cut off when Nick surged forward and kissed him on the mouth, threading both hands through the blondes locks. Initially it was a bit awkward, what with the room totally silent, and Jeffs hands up in the air by face as though in surrender. Then as Jeff got over the shock, his arms lowered and wrapped around Nick.

Everyone watched in various states of shock. Nicholi and David were the first to recover and began cheering. Soon after most of the Warblers joined in, clapping and catcalling wildly. When Nick and Jeff finally broke apart, both were blushing madly, but grinning too. Jeff pecked Nick on the lips once more before they faced everyone.

"How long has this been going on?" Blaine asked in a small voice. How did he not notice?

"Um, about two weeks."

"Really?"

"Yeah."

"We figured if you two were a thing, it happened months ago."

Everyone did have a few sneaking suspicions about possible Niff relationship. Blaine was a different story. He always joked about it with everyone else, but never actually thought anything was going on.

"No..."

"Anyway, what brought on this sudden confession?"

"Weve been talking about it for a while. Neither of want be a closet case, nor do we want date one. And in light of Kurts coming out..." Nick trailed off with a shrug.

"Why didnt you tell us earlier?"

"Yeah, wed have thought that Jeff would want to make a spectacle - an even bigger spectacle - as soon as it happened."

"I have to admit that I was a little nervous about how everyone would react."

"Weve never had any problems with Blaine, why would we treat you any different?" Trent looked hurt.

"Theres a difference between being gay and acting on it -"

Everyone immediately began protesting.

"Guys!" Jeff grabbed Wes gavel and banged it twice. Everyone shut up. Wes glared Jeff and yanked his gavel away.

"In that episode of Glee, the ridiculous show that has somehow brought us underclassmen together, it brought up some memories for Blaine. The way everyone was there for him emotionally, and us by default, left no doubt in mind that things wouldnt be any different."

Blaine smiled. "Um, Congratulations guys."

That seemed to lift the heavy mood room. Jeffs rigid form relaxed and Nick let out a shaky breath.

"Nick are you crying?" Thad asked, repressing a grin.

"No!"

"Come on," Jeff motioned everyone in. "Group hug it out."

Cameron was the only one not to immediately join in. "Is it just me, or does this group have more bro hugs than most? This is, what? The third one today?"

"Shut up and get over here." David rolled his eyes.

Cameron lifted his hands in surrender. "So long as Nick doesnt try feel me up."

Said brunette flipped him off.

"Arent we such a loving family." Blaine quipped.

A/N: How does everyone like the characters? I know this was a big episode, howd I do? What episodes are everyone exited for and why? Criticism? And most importantly... Do you like NIFF?