The Assignment

Chaper 1: New Rule

Disclaimer: Nope, I don't own Glee.


William Schuester

"It's that time again, everyone!" I exclaimed excitedly. The group could not control their groans and eye rolls: they knew exactly what this meant. "Mash-ups!" Not that this normally wasn't one of their favorite things to do; the Glee club (especially Rachel) loved mash-ups! But this time was a little different. Rachel wasn't talking to Finn, or Quinn for that matter. Sam wasn't talking to Quinn or Finn either. Quinn wasn't talking to Finn, Sam or Rachel. And Finn? He obliviously had no idea what was going on.

No one was talking to Santana, though. That was for sure.

Once Santana outted Quinn and Finn's little auditorium, mono-swappin' rendezvous, no one was really in a mash-up kinda mood. I grabbed my old fedora hat, strips of named paper already inside. "It's the luck of the draw! You get who you get and you don't throw a fit!" I smirked. I walked to Rachel who sat, arms and legs folded, shut off to everyone. I held the hat in front of her and waited for her to reach in. She sat motionless. "Pick a card, any card," I tried in a gimmicky, game-show-host voice.

Rachel adjusted herself in the chair and cleared her throat, delicately setting her hands on her knees. "Mr. Schuester, will you please inform both Quinn AND Finn that if I pick their name out of this hat and have to do a duet with them that we will need a mediator because as of this moment I am still not talking to either."

"Oh, come on, Rach-" I rolled my eyes. She was always ever-so-difficult. Of course it would be Rachel that alerted the rest of the group about the underlying issues at hand.

"Oh is that so?" Quinn interrupted weakly. For someone who had such a mean streak, I could not fathom why Quinn was so soft-spoken. "Well, in that case, please inform Rachel that if she draws my name out of that hat that I quit because I would rather die than be paired with that little tyrant."

"Tyrant?" Rachel snapped back, "at least I'm not a harlot!" While the two began to cut each other to pieces, Sam and Finn found this the opportune moment to hash out their problems as well.

"You knew I was with her, man!" Sam growled.

"She wanted what she wanted and that wasn't you!"

Before long at all, the entire choir room was in an uproar of arguing and complaining. I was at a loss; this wasn't the same group that I had watched grow into an amazing show choir over the course of the last year and a half. These weren't the same kids. Their hormones and backstabbing had taken over and turned them into something ugly. It was time for me to take the Glee club back ASAP.

"Everyone shut UP!" I yelled. Normally I wasn't one to do that, but they had finally rubbed my last nerve raw. "This is ridiculous! We are supposed to be a team and you are all acting like a bunch of brats!" Everyone sat quietly. I ran an exasperated hand through my hair. I had only ever gotten this heated when I had my regular Sue Sylvester run-in for the day. They waited for me to continue, but it took a few moments. Then tension in the room was incredibly thick and everyone sat uncomfortably. Finally a light bulb went on in my mind and I took that moment to make my most brilliant announcement yet.

"No more dating in Glee club." I'll admit; I knew deep down that this was an uphill battle and there was no way that I could stop it from happening. Artie and Brittany shared a look, as did Mike and Tina. I knew it was time to clarify. "No, you guys don't have to break up if you're already in a relationship. But those of you who are single? No more fraternizing. Especially since it seems to me that the same people are the ones that keep switching partners like square dance partners!" Of course I meant Rachel, Finn, Quinn, Puck, Santana and now Sam? This was getting out of control.

"Mr. Schue, that's not fair!" Rachel squealed.

"Neither is the way you little lovebirds are making it uncomfortable for everyone else! If you can't act like big kids then I won't give you the same privileges that big kids get."

"You know you can't really enforce this, right?" Quinn quipped, arms folded in protest. Oh Quinn, the worst of them all really. In her short Glee life she had been with all three of my best male vocalists. She always seemed to be able to get Rachel's voice to that pitch just beyond unbearable.

"Fine. If I catch wind of you guys dating without FULL group approval, you're out."

Everyone sat silently; they knew that I had made up my mind and there really wasn't anything they could do. They loved Glee club almost as much as they loved themselves (which was a lot, of course, as any teenager could understand...), and it was that love that made them decide to bite their tongues.

"Also, no mash-ups. I've got a new assignment. Since there's so much animosity in here, you all are going to be assigned someone to sing to, expressing how they make you feel at this point in your friendship," I decided as I unraveled the papers and began handing names out to everyone at my choosing. More groans, but I didn't care. It was time to clear the air, and I thought I knew just who needed to sing to who.

To be continued...

A/N:
Hey Everyone, this is a short teaser chapter to feel it all out. The rest of the chapters will be much longer! I've decided that this fic will change points of view per chapter. Hope you all like it, and suggestions are welcome! Who should sing to who? What songs would you sing if someone had wronged you? Have not completely decided who I am pairing with who... :-) RnR!