Prologue

5pm at McKinley high school. The halls were empty and most of the teachers had rushed home before they could dismiss their last class. Most after school activities were ending, apart from the ever competitive Cheerios whose cheery chants could be heard down the halls. Down the hall from the auditorium sat Principal Figgens' office. Shelby Corcoran had arranged to meet Principal Figgens and Will Schuster after school for something that she considered important.

"No, no, no absolutely not," Figgens ordered.

"Principal Figgens," Shelby began calmly, " I know he didn't walk out of this school on the best terms-"

"He fought in the middle of prom," Will added. He stopped speaking as if he didn't say anything before.

Shelby turned to him in confusion. "Wait, I thought that you were all for it."

Will was torn, bringing him back could be the worst idea but Will wasn't one to turn his back on someone who was willing to learn. Even if that person was Jesse St James.

"William is right," Principal Figgens said firmly. "Someone who causes a fight at prom is certainly not mature enough to teach at this school."

Shelby knew that Figgens would come around at some point. "He's had experience with kids after that. He volunteered at a junior dance class-"

"And made the tutor cry," Figgens said firmly as he leant forward, over his desk. As always, Figgens was reluctant to discuss anything. He'd much rather be at home. Principal Figgens constantly eyed the clock as Shelby spoke.

"He's not going to teach, he's going to shadow Will and I...well, me," Shelby defended her position. "And Will, if you're going to change your mind you don't need to be here. He can just watch how I coach the Troubletones" Shelby exhaled. They had both made an agreement to convince Figgens to let him in. Shelby couldn't believe that Will would have the nerve to come in just to say no.

Will's conscience got the better of him. He felt bad for agreeing to something like this just to turn around to say no. Will stood up as he prepared to speak.

"Sit down William, this isn't a UN debate," Figgens stated.

Will rolled his eyes and sat down at Figgens' unnecessary exercise of power. "I think-"

"You don't have to pay him," Shelby quickly added.

"Fine. Now please leave, I need to get home before my wife does so I can set the DVR to record desperate housewives before claims the space," Figgens said quickly as he got up to usher out the two teachers. Figgens, locked the door behind the two before heading down the hall, thankful that another day at school had ended.

"Night, Will," Shelby huffed before trudging down the hall. The last thing she wanted was to speak to him about what happened in there. She got what she wanted so there was nothing more to discuss.

"Shelby," Will called as he paced towards her. "Look, I'm sorry," he pleaded as they both walked down the hall. "But you need to see where I'm coming from-"

"Hold on a minute," Shelby laughed under her breath in annoyance as she came to an immediate halt. "We discussed and agreed that Jesse would shadow us. Both of us. You were supposed support my case. But you didn't. If you didn't want him anywhere near your Glee club, you should have just said so. What you shouldn't have done was agreed to it just so you could sit in that room and disagree with me," Shelby spoke calmly and firmly making Will feel bad and small about what he did. Without saying a word, Shelby left Will standing alone in the middle of an empty hall...