Okay, so I've had this idea bottled up in my head for a while now of what would happen if Rachel, Finn, Santana, Puck and Kurt were stuck in Saturday detention a la The Breakfast Club. This is loosely based on a combination of the original film as well as that episode of Dawson's Creek that paid homage to it (an episode I'm fond of because I wrote my first DC fan fic about it ages ago). It takes place the weekend after the episode Showmance and isn't really cannon with the rest of the series. Anyway, this is more of an ensemble piece, unlike majority of the Glee fic I've done so far, although there may be some light pairings, it will mainly focus on friendships. I've got it outlined to be about 10 parts from various characters points of view so without further delay…

8:56AM

Rachel Berry had never been punished before. Surely there were moments in which she made morality sit in the back seat, and in some of those cases she had been caught, but never had she been punished before.

She thanked her classical stage training that gave her cat like reflexes when it came to producing histrionics. It had proven to be a tactical strategy in diverting any and all negative attention from herself when caught in the aftermath of her "poor" decisions.

However, when Mr. Schuester approached her right before the final warning bell to escort her to Principal Figgins office she knew her perfect streak was about to change.

*swipe*

"But I thought the situation was handled," Will said to Principal Figgins.

Rachel glanced over her shoulder to see Ms. Sylvester pacing the office. Was there some sort of disciplinary committee that she wasn't aware of? She made a mental note to investigate the situation; in the event of anymore infractions at least she'd have allies. She turned her glare to Mr. Schuester, at least allies who weren't trying to sabotage her for being more talented than them.

"William, the only thing that was handled out there was a couple of teenage girls and some weird Elvin creature!"

"Sue," Principal Figgins scolded. "I'm sorry William, but we've received several complaints from the parents of the Celibacy Club. Apparently Ms. Berry invaded their club earlier this week to denounce abstinence and push her," he cleared his voice before lowering it several decibels, "sexual agenda."

"That's not fair!" Rachel exclaimed before quickly recoiling in her seat. She shook her head, she was too impassioned. She had to dial things back to "victim." She pressed her lips together. Who could she blame? Ms. Pillsbury had suggested she try new things to impress Finn. Sure she probably meant by joining the football team or buying a video game console, but she obviously should have specified what was appropriate. Or maybe she could push blame onto Quinn. The first half of the Celibacy Club meeting was dedicated to presenting an overtly sexualized illusion after all. How was that any different than her "Push It" performance?

She plastered a stage smile across her lips, "I was only informing them of relevant information I had learned from my Health Education class earlier this semester. I would never persecute somebody for their own beliefs, I have two gay dads after all, and they've taught me to be open and mindful of all people's opinions. If I may, I'd like to issue a formal apology to the Celibacy Club to be printed on the front page of the school paper this Monday. I'll submit a head shot for the article as soon as I get home." She quickly stood and made a bee line towards the door.

"Ms. Berry," Principal Figgins said, "please take a seat."

She huffed. This would not stand. She could not… no would not receive a record. She looked at Mr. Schuester expectantly. Say something! She shouted with her eyes.

"Principal Figgins, Rachel is a good kid. Sure she's a little misguided sometimes, but it's not like she's done anything worse than what 90% of students do every day. Just last week I saw Noah Puckerman and Santana Lopez performing a scene just a graphic as the students' 'Push It' routine against a school locker and you deemed it innocent hugging."

"Ms. Lopez is an All American cheerleader, Mr. Puckerman is on the football team, their members of the Celibacy Club," Figgins reasoned. "It was wholesome."

Rachel rolled her eyes.

"Face it, William, you're infusing these kids with more sexual depravity through explicit song lyrics than you infuse gel in your hair. Music has been proven to be the leading cause of death in this country for the last century! There's a reason why the CIA had Lennon assassinated."

"What?" Rachel and Will both shouted in unison.

"I'm sorry William, but between Ms. Berry's outburst at the Celibacy Club and her," he cleared his throat uncomfortably, "performance at the pep assembly, she has demonstrated a pattern. I have no choice but to issue her a week of after school detention. My hands are tied!"

Rachel gasped.

"That's it?" Sue exclaimed. "It is my opinion that she spends thirty days in solitary confinement!"

"However," Figgins continued. "Due to budget cuts we can no longer support staffing and room availability five days a week for disciplinary matters." Rachel let out a sigh of relief. "Therefore, a week's worth of detention will be filled on a Saturday."

Rachel folded her arms over her chest defiantly.

*swipe*

She wasn't the first to enter the library for her punishment. Kurt Hummel was already sitting at the farthest table with his head ducked in shame. At least she wouldn't be the only normal person in a pool full of cretins, she decided as she took a seat next to him.

"Oh God," Kurt sat up quickly. "This truly is my own personal hell."

Rachel ignored his statement with a large grin. "Did you get detention for the glee performance too? Maybe the whole club will be in. It'll be fun!"

Kurt narrowed his eyes at her, "No."

"Then why are you in Saturday detention?"

He looked around uncomfortably. "Well, I..." he trailed off and as the next group of people filed into the library he quickly added, "nothing." Rachel watched Kurt, who had sunken so low in his chair that he was nearly sitting on the floor, before glancing over her shoulder to see who had joined them.

It was Noah Puckerman and Santana Lopez. She had to stifle her laugh because it was just too obvious that these two of all people would be in Saturday detention. In fact, she was fairly certain that they had a standing appointment every Saturday for disciplinary action… even during the summer.

"Ew," Santana bit at the sight of Rachel. "I know eight hours is a long time for you to abstain, or whatever, but try not to hump us in one of your freaky outbursts today, okay?"

Rachel blushed. Kurt and Puck laughed. She was going to die.

"All right," Mr. Schuester said walking into the library with a clip board. "It looks like we're just waiting for one more person."

And then the worst possible thing that could ever happen to Rachel Berry occurred. Well behind getting detention, losing the Tony, and being told she was "not right" for the part of Evita. Through the doors walked Finn Hudson.

His eyes scanned the library and it was obvious that he had never seen this room of the school before. He grinned when he saw Puck and Santana, but when he spotted Rachel and Kurt, his brows shot up so high they nearly disappeared into his hairline.

"Finn, you're here," Mr. Schuester said. "Take a seat so we can get started."

Rachel cringed as he took a seat directly beside her. Had he forgotten their tryst in the auditorium? The one that was so mortifying and scarring that she had blocked it out entirely up to this moment. He gave her an oblivious smirk. She wanted to stand up, slap him, and storm out. Maybe then he would understand how he made her feel. Rejection was a bitch and she could be one too if she wanted to.

"Look," Mr. Schuester continued, "I don't want to be here today any more than you do." Rachel scoffed; maybe he should have given a better case when she was being persecuted in the Principal's office! "But there's nothing I can do. I'd really appreciate if you guys could all do me a favor and just sit quietly and work on your homework or something. I've fallen behind on some other work…" He cringed embarrassingly. "And will be busy reupholstering the computer chair in Coach Sylvester's office."

"Hollar!" Santana shouted.

"Don't think that means I won't be keeping an eye on you all. I may be behind on Spanish lectures and glee assignments, and I might have bitten off more than I can chew by manning both detention and the janitorial staff, and my wife might be hormonally unbalanced due to pregnancy hormones and withdrawal from her antidepressants… but that doesn't mean I won't come down on you… hard for stepping out of line."

Rachel rolled her eyes. Mr. Schue couldn't even come down hard on an ant, even if he stomped on it. She made a scene of removing her notebook from her backpack, elbowing Finn with as much force as she could muster in the process to make it clear she did not want him near her.

"Are you okay?" Finn asked carefully.

"Do I look okay?" She snapped back before dramatically whipping her bag off the floor and moving to the next table over.

"So what are you doing in detention?" Santana perched herself on the library table across from Puck and crossed her legs suggestively.

"Ms. Pillsbury caught me tossing some kids in the dumpster," he explained shooting a glare in Kurt's direction.

"I thought you got in a fight," Santana said. "I mean that shiner you've got is totally hot."

Rachel looked at Puck curiously to see that his left eye was bruised and swollen. He bowed his head and lowered his voice, "I told you already. I got it at fight club, last night. Some dude totally sucker punched me." He seemed to regain his usual cocky demeanor. "You should see him now, though. I hit him in the face with my nun chucks and then stole his wallet to buy dip."

"I am so turned on right now," Santana said shaking her head in awe. She quickly turned her attention to Kurt, "What about you Lady Fingers? How did you get detention? Did you spontaneously burst into flames in the hallway or something?"

Rachel and Kurt seemed to roll their eyes in unison. "No," Kurt said firmly. "I…" he looked around carefully. "I… uh… I said 'bitch' in class," he finally said. "You know small town mentality. It can be so stifling when you're just trying to express yourself."

Santana didn't seem convinced but was already bored. "Rachel's probably in detention for starting a sex riot, but what about you Finn Hudson?"

"Me?" Finn asked after blinking about a thousand times. "Um." He pressed his lips in a straight line and tapped his foot loudly. Finn was not one to think on his feet… or off his feet as he was right now. "Same thing as Rachel," he said with an eager nod. "Yeah I felt bad about the assembly so I took the blame."

"Yeah right," Santana laughed. "Quinn told me you spent almost two hours crying about it last night because it wasn't even your idea." Rachel wanted to find a nice corner to bury herself in books and die.

He frowned. "What about you Santana? Why are you in detention?"

She shrugged her petite shoulder. "If I told you, it would only blow your mind."

Finn took the bait. "Oh really? I'm sure."

Santana hopped off the table and began to saunter around the room. "After Cheerios practice the other day, Britt got a hold of some pills," she paused to lean across the table in Finn's direction and Rachel tried her best not to gag. "Not the boring aspirin stuff, the good kind. While we were tripping we ran into the boys cross country team," she grinned. "Let's just say that they have endurance."

"Wait," Kurt interrupted. "If this involves you, Brittany and the entire cross country team, than why are you the only one in detention?"

Santana scoffed, "I don't know. Racial profiling?"

Puck nodded approvingly.

"You are so full of shit," Finn said bluntly.

Rachel's eyes drifted up to the clock. It was only 9:08.