A/N: Hello! Still providing short chapters (sorry about that by the way, no amount of editing can fix that, I'm afraid) but I really hope these are better than the originals... I think they are, but it might just be me. Enjoy!


Reese could not contain her excitement. She was standing outside a random classroom at Dalton, listening to Jeff yell at the freshmen. "It's right over left, Jason. Right over left. Baby girls do things that are harder than this in ballet class and you can't even put your right foot over your left. You know what happens if you mess up at Sectionals, don't you? We lose. And if we lose, then that means the New Directions beat us. And we can't let that happen okay?" Jeff got really intense during practice. Like a drill sergeant, but worse.

Reese opened the door and walked in, still not quite wanting to make her presence known to them. She leaned against the closed door and watched over practice for awhile. Jeff's back was to her, but she knew he had his "serious Warbler" on. It was the one that practically screamed conceited rich person.

She saw Sebastian near the edge of the cluster of boys, looking bored. He always wore the look that screamed conceit, but now she knew he wasn't as much of a jerk as he seemed. Even if he did throw a slushie at Blaine that contained rock salt. Now she thought Blaine deserved it. Sebastian still looked like a Disney Prince wannabe, but she thought that with as much friendly affection that she could muster.

Everyone else was about the same. Trent still looked like the Pillsbury Doughboy, Nick was still the shortest guy in the Warblers [now he was the shortest member with Reese (5'1) and Blaine (5'8) gone], Thad still had a cleft chin, David was still completely serious, and Wes was still gone.

"Honestly, Jeff, I entrust the safety and well-being of this club to you, and I come back and find the freshmen not knowing their left from their right. Gosh, Jeff, it seems like you need help," Reese said with a grin. Jeff turned around, shocked to see her, and started to say something, but Reese continued before he could. "Well. I guess it's okay, because all of us started out that way."

"Honestly, Reese warn a guy before you show up and crash rehearsal," Jeff said mockingly.

"Then I wouldn't be crashing anything, now would I?" she asked and Jeff grinned at her. "Now, from the top."

"Wait a second," one of the new faces said. "There is no way I'm going to stand here and be instructed by a girl." He said "girl" like it was a dirty word. Reese's eyebrows kneaded together in confusion. Sure, when she was at Dalton years ago there had been some suspicion about her being there, and plenty of objections, but everyone ended up liking her. She was just like that. But no one had ever outright said anything about it to her before.

"Let me guess, someone isn't too popular with the ladies, am I right?" Reese asked, earning herself a few snickers from a few of the guys around him. "Now, from the top, boys."

They all wordlessly fell into step. Anyone that was friends with Reese knew that if anyone could teach the freshmen, it was Recylia Lester.


A/N: So how was it? There's a contest up right now for every 15th review that reviewer gets any kind of fluff they want with any pairing. But there's not any pairings yet is there? Well, okay sowhen there are pairings keep that in mind... ~Star and Pusheen