"we're really sorry, mr. schue." finn said as we stood in the choir room after mr. schue had found out about our pill escapades.

"we didn't mean to get you into trouble." rachel said attempting to excuse our actions.

"i'm really disappointed in you guys. glee is supposed to be about what's inside your heart, not what's coursing through your veins."

"we know. And i think i speak for everyone when i say that we'd be happy to move forward and put this episode behind us."

"well, it's not that simple. because of this debacle, it's been decided that i'm no longer fit to run glee club myself. we've been assigned a co-director."

"who?" i asked.

suddenly ms. sylvester walked in.

"hey, kids. i gotta tell you, i'm just thrilled to be coming on board to co-captain your little, uh, showbiz cruise. ah, i can't wait to start singing and dancing and maybe even putting on the ritz a little bit." she said.

"i don't understand." i shook my head.

"well, that will not be the last time that happens to you, i can promise you that." ms. sylvester sneered.

i nodded and turned away from her awkwardly.

❁

we sat in the choir room while mr. schue attempted to get new ideas from us for sectionals.

"can we maybe do something a little more...black?" mercedes asked.

"i agree. we do an awful lot of show tunes in here." kurt nodded.

"it's called glee club not crunk club." rachel rolled her eyes.

i raised my eyebrows and sucked my teeth.

"don't make me take you to the carpet."

"fantastic! thank you mercedes, kurt. anything else?"

"i can pop and lock." mike suggested.

"yes you can." i pouted, shook my head, and pinched his cheeks.

he rolled his eyes playfully and pushed my hands off of him.

"not really what we're looking for mike but noted."

❁

that weird jacob kid came up to me as i was walking to english.

"stevie flynn."

"what?" i rolled my eyes.

"word on the street is you and finn hudson are talking."

"he's dating quinn, asshole. follow another trail."

"hasn't stopped you before, has it?" jacob smirked.

"okay, what do you want? i'm getting tired of this."

"is it true quinn's pregnant? and are you seeing finn behind her back. it's all over my blog that you two are closer than ever."

"quinn's not pregnant, and finn and i have always been close."

"but this is different. and i'm gonna get to the bottom of it."

"you always think i'm having a thing with someone. when will you realize that some friends just like to hang out more than others?"

"what, and wrap their arm around you after school? and be at your house all the time?"

"there's been rumors of me and finn dating all the way back to kindergarten. if we were we would just say something and he certainly wouldn't be with someone else if we were."

"somethings not right. and i'm gonna figure it out."

"whatever, dude. say what you want, i know what's up." i shrugged and walked into class.

❁

"heads." mr. schue sighed.

him and ms. sylvester were flipping a coin to talk about numbers they were doing and who would get to talk first.

"all right. the following students have been selected for a special elite glee club called sue's kids." ms. sylvester said.

"hold on. we agreed not to split up the group."

"aw, come on, will. give me a chance to do things sue sylvester's way."

"maybe with my proven leadership abilities i can help this pathetic group of mouth breathers place at sectionals." she said.

"we can't even compete in sectionals if we divide up the club, sue. it's against the rules."

"really? you need to crack open a book, william. here. i have, show choir rule book. page 24. provision 14. second addendum.
twelve members must perform for each team.
however, not all members must perform every song." mrs. sylvester read from what i would assume was the show choir rule book.

"did you know those existed?" i leaned over to mercedes.

"no ma'am." she laughed.

"fine. hey, just go ahead, take all the football players and your cheerios." mr. schue sighed.

damn it, those were all my friends. not necessarily the cheerios.

all right, everybody. listen up. when you hear your name called, cross over to my side of this black, shiny thing."

"That's called a piano, Sue."

"santana! wheels! gay kid! come on! move it! asian! Other asian. aretha. halfsie. and Shaft. i don't want to participate in a group that ignores the needs of minority students."

we all got up and went over to sue, assuming i was 'halfsie'.

"you have got to be kidding me!" mr. schue exclaimed.

"i wouldn't kid about this. and maybe that's your problem. bigotry is no laughing matter."

"and that's how sue sees it." santana smiled making her hand resemble a 'c' just as ms. sylvester does on her show.

"outstanding."