I decided to post chapter 2 tonight. Thanks for the review. I really appreciate it and like I said, I'll make my own Glee twist on the characters and some things and lines won't be the same.

A room full of bored seniors doodle and scare off into space M. Schuester, the one-step-away-from-medication English Teacher, tries to remember what he's talking about.

"Well, then. Oh, yes. I guess that does it for our analysis of The Old Man and the Sea. Any other comments?" He asks with dread.

Quinn, slowly takes off her glasses and speaks up. "Why didn't we just read the Hardy Boys?" "I'm sorry?"

"This book is about a guy and his fishing habit. Not exactly a crucial topic." The other students roll their eyes.

"Frankly, I'm baffled as to why we still revere Hemingway. He was an abusive, alcoholic misogynist who had a lot of cats."

SAM EVANS, a well-muscled jock with pretty blond hair, makes fun of her from his row. "As opposed to a bitter self-righteous hag who has no friends?"

A few giggles. Quinn ignores him. A practiced gesture.

"That's enough, Mr. Evans."

Quinn really gets fired up now. "I guess the school board thinks because Hemingway's male and an asshole, he's worthy of our time."

She looks up at M. Schuester, who is now fighting with his pill box.

"What about Colette? Charlotte Bronte? Simone de Beauvoir?"

Finn, lounging in his seat in the back row, elbows a crusty-looking crony, identified by the name SCURVY, embroidered on his workshirt.

"Mother Goose?" He says with a little smile.

The class erupts in laughter but Quinn wears an expression of intolerance.

Quinn now sits before Miss Pillsbury.

"Quinn Fabray. My, my. You've been terrorizing M. Schuester again." "Expressing my opinion is not a terrorist action."

She looks up from her computer and looks at Quinn. "Well, yes, compared to your other choices of expression this year, today's events are quite mild. By the way, Dave Karofsky's gonad retrieval operation went quite well, in case you're interested."

Quinn rolls her eyes. "I still maintain that he kicked himself in the balls. I was merely a spectator."

"The point is Quinn - people perceive you as somewhat ..."

Quinn smiles at her, daring her to say it. "Tempestuous?"

"No ... I believe "heinous bitch" is the term used most often." She grimaces, as if she's referring to a medical condition.

"You might want to work on that." Quinn rises from her chair with a plastic smile matching the counselor's.

"As always, thank you for your excellent guidance."

Rachel ignores the droning teacher as she writes a note in big flowing handwriting.

"I realize the language of Mr. Shakespeare makes him a bit daunting, but I'm sure you're all doing your best."

Rachel folds the note and passes it behind her with a flip of her hair to Brittany. Brittany opens the note and reads:

"SAM EVANS SAID HI TO ME IN THE HALL! OH! MY GOD!"

Brittany frowns to herself.

"Ms. Berry, do you care to comment on what you've read so far?"

Rachel looks up and smiles the smile of Daddy's little girl. "Not really."

The teacher shakes her head, but lets it go.

SANTANA LOPEZ. a senior girl who sits off to the side trying to slit her wrist with the plastic spiral on her notebook, looks up and raises her hand.

"Santana - since you're assisting us, you might as well comment. I'm assuming you read the assignment."

Santana shrugs her shoulders. "Uh, yeah, I read it all."

"The whole play?" "The whole folio. All the plays."

The teacher looks at her, not believing it. "You've read every play by William Shakespeare?"

"Haven't you?" She raises a challenging eyebrow. The stunned teacher doesn't answer and goes to call on the next student.

Santana and Quinn sit down in the quiet corner. They are eating a carton of yogurt with gusto.

"Your sister is so amazingly without. She'll never read him. She has no idea."

Quinn glares at her. "She's not my sister."

Quinn's attention is caught by Finn as he walks by with his friends, lighting up a cigarette. Santana notices her staring.

"Who's that?" "Finn Hudson."

Santana eyes widen. "That's Finn Hudson? Star Quaterback Finn Hudson? The one who was gone for a year? I heard he was doing porn movies."

"He's not the Quaterback anymore…and I'm sure he's completely incapable of doing anything that interesting."

Quinn turns to face her and sees her wrist.

"What's this?" "An attempted slit."

Quinn stares at her, expressionless.

"I realize that the men of this fine institution are severely lacking, but killing yourself so you can be with William Shakespeare is beyond the scope of normal teenage obsessions. You're venturing far past daytime talk show fodder and entering the world of those who need very expensive therapy."

"But imagine the things he'd say during sex."

Quinn actually think about it for a minute. "Okay, say you do it. You kill yourself, you end up in wherever you end up and he's there. Do you really think he's gonna wanna dance a ninety pound compulsive who failed volleyball?"

Santana's attention is struck by Rachel as she and Brittany parade by Sam and his cohorts. "Look at that."

One of the cohorts elbows Sam. "Virgin alert."

Sam looks up and smiles at Rachel. "Lookin' good, ladies."

Rachel smiles her coyest of smiles.

Mike and Noah observe Sam's leers at Rachel from their bench in another corner.

"He always have that shit-eating grin?" Puck asks while shooting daggers at Sam.

"Sam Evans? Perma-shit-grin. I wish I could say he's a moron, but he's number twelve in the class. And a model. Mostly regional stuff, but he's rumored to have a big tube sock ad coming out."

The bell rings, Noah and Mike rise as Noah tries to catch a glimpse of Rachel as she walks back inside.

Mike looks towards Noah. "You know French?"

"Sure do ... my Mom's from Canada" "Guess who just signed up for a tutor?"

Noah smiles. "You mean I'd get a chance to talk to her?" "You could consecrate with her, my friend."

Noah watches as Rachel flounces back into the building.