Here's what happened last week:

Sue's three daughters are now living with the Schuesters.

"We welcomed our newest girls: Brittany, Lucy, and Santana."

"Call me Quinn, please."

Terri says she's pregnant but she's really faking it, and Will doesn't know.

That's not the only baby drama.

Quinn told Finn,

"I'm pregnant."

Can you believe that?

Finn is having a rough time, and it seems like no one can help.

"Will might not be my father, but he's the closest I have to one."

And that's what you missed from the

Family.

"Dad," Finn whispered, "I was in Puck's room looking for my jersey, and..."

"And what?"

"I kind of found something..." Finn handed Will a tiny packet that was labeled Cronic Lady.

Will didn't know how to repond to this. "Uh... I'll talk to him."

"I heard my name," Puck appeared, shoving his thumbs into his pockets.

"I need to have a word with you in the dining room."


Will flicked the packet over to Puck's side of the table.

Puck knew that Will probably wanted an explanation. He knew that Will would sit there all day if he had to.

The teen sighed, leaning back.

"Want to talk about this?" Will began.

Puck jolted forward with his arms out in front of him, and defended himself with, "I don't even know what Chronic Lady is!"

Will crossed his arms against his chest. He needed covincing.

"I've never seen that before, I swear! It's not mine! I'll piss in a cup."

"Look, just calm down."

"I'll piss..."

"It wouldn't make any difference. Possession is eight-tenths of the law. I'm pretty sure that much pot is a felony... Yeah."

"Uh... It is not mine!"

Will wanted to be sorry, but there was a side of him that needed proof that Puck wasn't bluffing.

"It's Kurt's. He's been really depressed lately. Me and those jocks have been bullying him ever since he's came here. I saw him with it, and I yelled at him. I told him that it will only make his life even more fucked up than it already is. I stole it from him and I hid it under a clump of my clothes so he wouldn't get in trouble."

"Oh..."


Quinn needed a way to get Rachel out of the picture. After she got Finn, she would be able to go back home and return to her life.

"Hey, Will?" Quinn approached him, with her two sisters by her side.

"Yes, girls?"

"We heard about a 'Glee club' and we decided we would give it a try," Santana said, glancing at Quinn every five seconds.

Will took a seat. "I have to say, I'm a little surprised you guys are trying in on it."

The three all nodded and smiled. Brittany tilted her head at Santana and asked, "Wait, why are we nodding?"

"Just... Whatever, I'll explain later."

Will took a CD from Quinn and said, "Well, let's see what you got."

The moment I wake up,

before I put on my make-up,

I say a little prayer for you.

While combing my hair now,

and wonderin' what dress to wear now,

I say a little prayer for you!

I run for the bus, dear,

while riding I think of us, dear.

I say a little prayer for you.

At work I just take time,

and go through my coffee break time.

I say a little prayer for you!

Forever, and ever,

you'll stay in my heart.

And I will love you.

Together, together,

that's how it must be.

To live without you,

it would only mean heartbreak for me!


"You're giving Quinn the solo? That's my solo!" Rachel cried.

"Sorry, but you made this happen, Rachel," Will stated, "You were the one who wanted to sell sex at the assembly. Quinn's audition song was on the approved-song list, and frankly, she did a heck of a job singing it."

"A-Are you punishing me?"

"Contrary to your beliefs, it's not all about you. Or, I've realized, about me. Look, I screwed up, too. I'm as responsible for what you did at that assembly as you are. I should never have pushed disco so hard. I thought we'd have fun. And that... that is what Glee is supposed to be about. If we're going to succeed, we both need to change our mindsets. You're not always going to be the star. But I promise to do my best to make sure you're always having fun. This is a good thing, Rachel. We're on our way."

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"Every Wednesday, we're going to have puzzle night," Terri smiled to her husband, fitting another piece into the jigsaw puzzle before her.

"You know," Will looked up, "I was thinking of taking the kids on a field trip tomorrow night. Carmel Productions sponsors a teenage choir group called Vocal Adrenaline, and-"

"I've heard of them."

"...and Vocal Adrenaline is auditioning for the choir competition. I would like for the kids to see an example of a great performance. I was wondering if you might want to come chaperone."

"Tomorrow night? Will, I can't. I had to pick up an extra shift at work. We're living paycheck by paycheck."

"And, how much of that paycheck goes to your Pottery Barn credit card?"

"I-I don't know what you're talking about..."

Will stood from the table, reaching for the closet door. "That reminds me,"

"Don't go in the Christmas closet!"

"I was looking for my jacket the other day, and I found this." He showed her a pile of shopping bags, waving his arms out in front of him. "We cannot afford this stuff, Terri!"

"Yes, we could, Will. I-"

"I have a good life. I want to keep a happy life. I don't want to send those kids back to damn orphanages. I don't want to be an accountant!"

"Dr. Phill said that people could change. You know it's not a bad thing to want a normal life, Will, and to have a gluegun that works! It's really hard for me to not have the things I need."

"Oh! I see..." Will pulled an item from the closet. "And you need three mahogany toilet brush holders?!"

"They're Balinese!"

"Oh, and so is that orphan I wanted to bring home two months ago."

Terri swiped the toilet brush holder from him. "It is not a bad thing to want things, Will."

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"Thanks, Miss Pillsbury!" Mercedes called out.

"Your welcome," Emma replied, "Anytime!"

Will stopped Emma on her way out the door. "You got a minute?"

"Um, sure. What do you want to talk about?"


The arts center was empty. The basketball and soccer players had just finished their last game of the season while the football players and cheerleaders, excluding Finn, Puck, and the Sylvester girls, were out practicing on the field. The orchestra and group choir were on their way to a concert in Indiana. The art students were on vacation.

But for some reason, there was always a line by the concession stand.

Finn couldn't wait to get lunch. He was starving. He tapped Tina, who was in front of him, reminding her to hurry up.

"You're very talented," he heard behind him.

"Really? Thanks, Rach."

She came up beside the boy to wait with him. "Yeah. I would know. I'm very talented, too."

Finn nodded.

"You know, I think everyone expects us to become an item. You: the hot male lead, and me: the stunning, young ingenue everybody roots for."

"Well, I, uh, have a girlfriend. Quinn. For almost four months now. She's cool."

The two walked up to the counter.

Finn murmured, "I wonder if they have Sour Patch Kids."

As the kids all chowed down, Will shared a moment with Emma out near the back of the lobby.

Will sighed. "I haven't had a PB & J sandwich in a long time. My wife's allergic to nuts."

"Well, that's really sweet," she cooed, "not eating something that she can't. That's very nice." Emma unwrapped the sandwich, the foil crinkling. "Oh, noisy. But it's clean!" she handed him his share.

"Thanks."

"How, um-How long have you been married?"

"Um," he swallowed his bite, "five years last March. But we've been together since high school. She was my first girlfriend, actually."

"Was it love at first sight?" She made a reference to her feelings for Will.

"For me it was. I don't know. She used to be filled with so much joy..."

"And now?"

"Difficult to explain."


Will handed the guard a signed pass, then he instructed the kids to take seats in the audience quietly.

The manger would watched Vocal Adrenaline's performance from the center of the audience, and woulde decide if he would represent them in his competition.

"Now, Will said to the kids, "this group may be our 'competition'. But I don't think they've got the talent we've got. Now let's be a good audience, use the ol' 'Schuester Respect', okay?"

"Arf, arf, arf!" Finn began applauding with his siblings.

The curtain flew open as music began.

Ohio,

Ohio,

Ohio...

They tried to make me go to rehab but I said,

'no, no, no'.

Yes I've been black but when I come back you'll

know, know, know

I ain't got the time,

and if my daddy thinks I'm fine.

He's tried to make me go to rehab but I won't

go, go, go.

I'd rather be at home with Ray.

I ain't got seventy days.

'Cuz there's nothing,

there's nothing you can teach me,

that I can't learn from Mr. Hathaway.

I didn't get a lot in class,

but I know it don't come in a shot glass.

They tried to make me go to rehab but I said,

'no, no, no'.

Yes I've been black but when I come back you'll

know, know, know

I ain't got the time,

and if my daddy thinks I'm fine.

He's tried to make me go to rehab but I won't

go, go, go.

I won't go, go, go!

Puck's jaw fell. "Holy-"

Will put his finger up. "Don't say it."

"Shit."

"Or ignore me and say it anyway."

The manager screamed, "Perfection! No doubt about it; you're performing!"

Tina sobbed, "We're doomed."


"What? Will said.

Rachel repeated firmly, "I am not performing in the competition. I am going to be spending my time preparing for my star appearance in a production of Funny Girl at the arts center. And don't try to hold me back."

Director Sandy Ryerson had already assigned her a role. He made sure that she would be the main star of the show.

With Mr. Ryerson, she would be treated with respect. She would definitely be recognized for her talent.

Will was holding her back, and it was unacceptable.

"Well," he said, "I am your guardian, but I guess I can't stop you from making your own desicions because you are growing up. So all I can really say is... Good luck. Hope you have fun."

"So, you're just going to let me go?"

"As long as you think you're ready. Just... Come home often, and check in with me if you get a chance."