I am so nervous! Guys, I'm not american, but I think I know english :D This is my first time uploading a story. Well, if you like it, leave a review! Also, this story won't be focused just on schueberry. But it will be, so if you inrested, please read. Information you need to know before reading: this is 3rd season, their last year BUT, I've made some changes: Emma is with Carl, Finn is with Quinn. This will be a long story about their (schueberry) hard relationship.

"You can't cut our budget again," Will continued arguing, gesticulating with his hands. Whenever Will Schuester defended his point of view, Figgins would throw his head back and give him a tired and bored look on his face, because he couldn't change a thing, "Last year you said—" he continued, but not for long.

"—Oh, shut up, William," moaned Sue, and closed her eyes for a second, "Your stupid gay glee club doesn't deserve a single dollar from great American, please note, tolerant state.

Sue Sylvester as usual was sitting on the couch, legs crossed, fingers intertwined. She was wearing a smug smile. Her enemy was sitting on a black chair, turned to Figgins.

"Wait, you— " Schuster shook his head and tried to collect his thoughts. Then, he looked at the principal, "What is she doing here?"

"Couldn't miss your fail", she smiled.

"No, Sue!" Figgins finally joined in and leaned a little bit forward, "This crisis applies to all of the clubs in McKinley, not just glee. The cheerleaders will be also left without a bus. I'm sorry, but my hands are tight."

If Will is completely calm, although he wasn't happy about the news, this does not mean that Sue will be calm as well. Oh God, have she ever been okay about something? We know the answer.

"You have no rights," she said.

"No, Sue. I have no money. Rights is only thing that have in this school," he said.

She gave Figgins a very angry look and then stood up, headed for the exit. But before leaving, she tried to play with Schuester's hair. Hell no. He immediately moved his head and clenched his teeth, waiting door to slam.

But just door wasn't enough. She caught in her hands two or three students and pushed them to the lockers. Their bags end up on the floor. Books, food, everything. All flew in different directions. Figgins saw this nightmare through the transparent door, so he opened his mouth in shock. Schuster didn't have to see, he knew what was happening behind his back. Again. Imagining how guys will be pissed because of selling cakes, he took a deep breath and pull his head down. No matter how glee kids are good, they can't get enough respect.

A hurricane named Sue raced down the hallway before Rachel came in. With her sure step she went deeper into the hallway, smiling to herself. Hell, for a very long time she wasn't feeling this good.

Yes, I know something is wrong with Finn. I think he started seeing Quinn again. They were looking at each other very strange yesterday when they were singing. First, I allowed myself to cry all the tears over movie "The notebook" and then I listened to all Barbra Streisand's songs and realized that life does not stop on Finn. It doesn't stop on anybody. If I want to become a star, relationships can not be in the first place. They are not supposed to be in my life at all. Here I am, proudly walking to the choir room, inspired by the legend of show-buiss...

Like in slow motion, cold and liquid slushie flew right in her face. The smile started to fade away as her new gray sweater started to absorb red juice. This is awful. She is cold already. Rachel always tried to crouch and clench her teeth when danger in the cups was arriving. This time, she got lost in thoughts.

"Strawberry! Your favorite," athletes laughed, as they were leaving from the frozen in place girl.

The drink was starting to burn her eyes and cause an unpleasant feeling on the back of her head. God, this watering was very successful. For the footballers. They managed to mess up hair, to get dirty her sweater and victim got slushied before closing her eyes. Other students silently hid behind the doors of lockers.

"It's cherry," she muttered. As she tried not to breathe, Rachel raced to the toilet, not touching dirty clothes with her hands. Disgusting! And cold. She'll have to clean this all day and skip the rehearsal.

In the choir room, almost everyone was sitting in pairs: giggling, whispering or just normally talking. The bell rang a minute ago and everyone was waiting for teacher to show up. Schuester is slowly trudging down the hallway. Sad eyes, though he usually forcing a smile so kids wouldn't worry about him.

"Hey guys," he entered the room, looking at everyone. No one is crying or fighting. Great for beginning. But something is definitely missing, "Where is Rachel?"

"I hope somewhere dead. From singing too much," says Santana. Will didn't get a chance to answer that.

"No, mr. Schue," Finn joined in, "I saw her, she is in school. Just late, I guess"

Will nodded, but asking himself, why would Rachel be late. That's so not like her.

"Anyway," he clapped his hands. "Has somebody finished the assignment?

Everyone abruptly fell silent, exchanging glances. Schuester narrowed his eyes and waved his hands.

"What, no one? Come on. Don't tell me album was that bad."

"It was terrible," says Mercedes pensive, "Worst album ever," added Tina, nodding, "I couldn't look at my drums all day," Finn sat on the highest riser next to Quinn. "After their album, they looked like pans."

Will gave guy a puzzled look, and for some reason glanced at the drums on his left side. Yes, Finn was looking at them, terrified, like this instrument will start to sing and dance right now.

"You're right, it's not the best album of Metallica, but—"

"Worst" butted Artie and Schuester nodded wearily.

"Okay, worst. But the point is to fix these songs. To sing and play them on your own way. Who knows, maybe your version would be better."

But his brain was saying otherwise. This album is really bad. Will knows that Metallica can do better. Can better sounds. But absolutely every song from causes blood from your ears. After this album you need to take a shower. And maybe shoot yourself on your way to the bathroom. Doesn't matter. Will knew it. He wouldn't sing such horrible songs himself, but for some reason made guys do it. Thought it would be a good idea. To fix a bad song. Thank God, it's just Tuesday and he can come up with something easier.

Will Schuester breathed deeply and slowly walked over to piano and began studying papers with the lyrics, that kids may sing at Nationals. Behind his back, he heard everyone talking again and with corner of his eye noticed a figure. He pulled away the lyrics and realized why rehearsal was so quiet today.

"Rachel," he said, holding his breath, "Are you okay?"

No. She wasn't. Not even near to "okay".

Will was tired of students get slushied every day. Get humiliated. Bullying. And there was nothing he could do because Sue is trying harder this time.

Despite the fact that Rachel spent twenty minutes in the bathroom, her hair was messy again. Gray sweater was red again. And face again covered with liquid slush. In complete silence, Berry reached her seat and sat on the chair. Everyone stared at her.

She took shaky breath.

"First I got slushied with strawberry," she started talking quitly. "Then, when I cleaned it all up — cherry."

"Your favorite," accidentally says Finn and Berry turned around, but after noticing Quinn next to him, immediately turned back. Brittany ran over Rachel's shoulder with her finger, and see what cherry tastes like. Kurt and Mercedes handed wipes to her and Rachel start with her eyes. Again, it stings. No one knows what exactly she was cleaning: tears or damn cherry lemonade. Will was looking at her, but couldn't say a thing.

"Mr. Shue, it has to stop," someone yelled.

"We should get revenge on them."

"Yes!"

"We will have our revenge," he answered, nodding, "When we win the Nationals," it seems like half of the students rolled their eyes. Sometimes, excessive politeness and civility of Schuster would get so boring and pointless. Sometimes, Will wants to slush these bad kids himself, but revenge would only make it worse. "By the way, we have to make another bake sale and raise money for the bus. Sorry, guys. I tried to talk to Figgins."

There was a loud moans followed by what Schuester said: Finn sighed, throwing his head back; Kurt was sitting on the second riser, with his eyes closed; Rachel didn't react because she is kind of busy.

All this baking thing bothered them the first time they did it. You need to decide who is gonna cook. Decide when and where to sell damn cupcakes. And they need to come up with the price.

"And who's gonna bake?" Mercedes talked first and looked around. "I may be eating a lot of cakes, but I have no idea how to make them,"

"Well, I won't," Santana folds her arms.

"We won't either," Tina replied for herself and for Mike Chang.

"Berry," said Santana and shrugged her shoulders.

"No," she hissed angrily, blowing a strand stuck on her face.

Rachel knew how to cook, but at the moment she is just not into it. She is so tired of getting slushied, ugh. Will looked at her for a second, as she tried to clean her neck from cherry slushie. She didn't noticed.

"Well, there's a gay couple left," Santana continued.

"Homophobic!" Kurt yelled and Blaine's hand didn't stop him. He wasn't offended, no way.

And it all started again. Insults, religion jokes and pure racism. Of course, they're all team, but now they can to say anything just to get away from baking.

"Guys," in protest, Schuster raised his hands. But they continued to argue. "Guys, stop. Enough!" had to wait for all to shut up and get back on their seats, "We will find another way to make money. Okay? In the meantime, learn to respect each other. I'm tired of your fights. Alright?"some of them have looked down to the floor, "We are a team. Despite the differences, we've always stuck together. Always."

These speeches became boring for students. Will had gave them so often, kids are already used to them. Tolerance, respect, blah-blah-blah, they knew all of it. They are the best people in school. But sometimes their fights are cause of Will's headache. Solos, boyfriends, girlfriends, everything is just another reason for arguing. Even cakes!

Will had to end it, try at least.

Then he came up with a new idea to replace an old one.

Smiling proudly, he quickly found himself near to the blackboard, took the marker and wrote Duets. This should have been a great idea. Well, at least he thought so.