Disclaimer: I do not own Glee, much to my chagrin.

Okay...so I'm starting a multi-chapter humor story called The Misadventures of New Directions. Each chapter will be a different random situation in which the gleeks find themselves, because with Kurt, Artie, Brittany, Tina, Quinn, Rachel, Puck, Mike, Santana, Matt, Finn, and Mercedes, things are bound to go wrong. Let's begin!

This week: Finn can't hit the high B and Rachel IS FREAKING OUT, PEOPLE.

The Misadventures of New Directions

"Finn Benjamin Hudson!" Rachel screamed at the top of her lungs. "I'm so disappointed in you! I ask you to go and practice all this weekend, and what do you do? You slack off and forget everything I said."

Finn ran his hands through his hair nervously. She really was scary when she was mad. They were currently in the auditorium arguing about his inability to hit a certain note. Why? Frankly, he was at a loss. Rachel was at the piano, pressing the keys in frustration. "I'm sorry, Rach. I tried, I really did. I just can't do it."

Rachel breathed deeply. "Finn. I love you dearly, but sometimes I can't understand why I even put up with you. Your work ethic is severely lacking. You can't even concentrate on one thing for two minutes – two minutes! – without thinking about Call of Duty or whatever it is you boys play these days." She rolled her eyes.

"It's not a big deal that I can't hit the high B! I'll work on it. I just needed some more help."

"Of course, it's a big deal, Finn!" she got up and approached him, standing on her very tippy-toes to get to his freakishly high-up face. "You're the male lead. It's your responsibility, along with mine, the female lead, to take our glee club through Nationals. We need to win Nationals, Finn. It will be the final step in proving the validity – no, better yet, importance – of the glee club. Think about it – no more slushie facials, no more name-calling! It's a better future for all of us. And it's in our hands. Now if you can't hit this high B, I don't know how we'll ever make it." Annoyed, she stomped back over to the piano bench.

"Rachel," he sighed. "Rach, you need to accept that not everyone can be as good as you." She pouted. "Now I know you strive for perfection and stuff, but sometimes other people need...I don't know, a break. You put too much pressure on everyone."

She looked down and her voice choked up. "I'm really that bad, aren't I?"

Oh, shit. Finn didn't know how to deal with a crying girl and he was sure Rachel was on that verge right now. "No, no, no," he quickly ran to her side. "Rach, the thing is...I'm your best friend and I want you to have other friends too. I want people to actually, like...like you. You know what I'm saying?"

Rachel looked at him quizzically. "Was that supposed to make me feel better?"

He froze. "Um..."

She frowned and then smiled brightly again. "Well, at least you tried at that."

Finn breathed a sigh of relief. "Oh, for a second I thought you were going to..." his voice trailed off and he forgot what he was going to say, like many other things he always forgets.

Rachel laughed. "No, Finn. I was joking. Can't you take a joke?" She made a serious face and he frowned again, utterly confused. "God, Finn, I was kidding."

Finn, dumbfounded, stared at her for a long while before finally speaking again. "What just happened? Are you mad at me? Because if you are, I'm sorry..."

"No, I'm not mad. I mean, I was, but... You know, geez, Finn, do you ever shut up?" Rachel yelled dramatically.

"Will you ever kiss me? Because if you do, maybe I will shut up," he mocked.

Rachel smirked and got up, smoothing her sweater. "Maybe later," she said, and whirled around, her short skirt flouncing as she walked by.

Finn smiled. He loved his best friend.

~~|F&R|Q&P|A&T|K&M|~~

Okay! How was it? Should I continue? Or was it horrible? Let me know! Here's a little sneak preview at next chapter's theme:

Next week: Kurt and Tina take Artie on a shopping trip. Of course, this works about as well as anything they do.

Until next time!

Love, Artie and Tina Abrams.