Previously - After learning that Tina Cohen-Chang had a drunken one night fling with Noah Puckerman, and then not telling him that she had a kid to him, Michael Baxter, continued on a crusade on trying to sign the troubled New Directions. He is starting to find that it is going to get harder and harder to sign a New Direction because there is more to their scandals than anyone is letting on. Will it all unravel when they all get together? Can they even compete together? Can they even stay in the same room as each other? Those are the questions that will need answer... in time... but all he can do now is to focus on each individual New Direction.
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And now the continuation:
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PART 9 - PUTTING OUT FIRES - STICKING TO DIRECTIONS
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It's been two days, since Michael Baxter had been out hunting former New Directions. His last signing was Artie Abrams in New York. He had promised his elder brother Jack that he would get back to Texas, by the end of the week to continue some of his work that he was now starting to drop off. But Jack knew this would be be a temporary issue, because once he had a full team, then he wouldn't have to go out gallivanting all over America looking for his idols, so he didn't push Michael hard enough. He had promised Jack two more weeks before he hoped to have a full team.
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Once his commitments were over, Michael was gone again. This time he was heading to New Hampshire, New England, to see Quinn Fabray who had been found by his detectives. She worked at Samson Snr, Samson Jnr and Le Arossa Law Firm. She had been working there for the past two years, and according to his notes, Quinn had done exceptionally well.
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NEW HAMPSHIRE, NEW ENGLAND
LAW FIRM OF SAMSON SNR, SAMSON JNR, AND LE AROSSA
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Michael walked in to the offices of the Law Firm. He hated dealing with any lawyers what so ever, so being in a law firm, was complicated enough. According to his notes Quinn Fabray was a junior lawyer.
Michael walked up to the reception desk.
"May I help you sir?"
"Yes I would like to meet with Quinn Fabray, please."
"Do you have an appointment?"
"No, but I'm prepared to pay for her time. That's if she has no meetings at the moment."
The secretary looked at her computer.
"Miss Fabray is in, today. She's spending the day finishing up her report on her most recent case. So I guess she can spare half an hour. Wait here, I'll organize it."
"Thank you very much," smiled Michael "You're a gem."
The Secretary smiled, and got up and left the reception area. Michael sat down and waited.
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About 5 minutes later, Michael was show into a conference room.
"Miss Fabray will be in shortly," said the receptionist "Is there anything I can get for you?"
"No, thanks," replied Michael "But you've been a huge help."
The receptionist smiled, and left the room.
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Michael waited another 5 minutes, before the door opened, and in walked Quinn Fabray. To Michael, she looked very stunning, in her lawyer attire. She had very long blonde hair, which went halfway down her back. Her looks from her school days mostly still seemed to be the same.
Michael stood up, as Quinn walked over to a chair. He held out his hand.
"I understand you requested to see me?" Quinn asked before shaking hands with Michael "Mr..."
"Michael Baxter."
"Have a seat Mr. Baxter, and tell me why you'd ask to see me, after all I'm just a junior in this law firm."
"From what I know of you," started Michael "You are a very hard working junior lawyer, who often gets some real good outcomes on some litigation, that at the start aren't meant to go your way, but your work and way you handle things, turns the cases around."
"Well at least you've done your research on me," smiled Quinn "So that's very clever of you."
"I wouldn't mind having you on my legal team," replied Michael
"Sorry Mr Baxter, I'm not for sale."
"Not like that anyway,"
"I beg your pardon?"
"I mean you're assured of a position in Senior Management when Barry Samson Senior retires at the end of next year."
"Wow," said Quinn sitting forward "You know your stuff Mr Baxter. Not many people even know about Mr Samson's plans for next year."
"Let's just say my eldest brother, Jack, worked with Mr Samson Senior a few times in the past, but he is very good friends with our father."
"That sounds wonderful, Mr Baxter, but what... Wait... Did you say Jack Baxter?" asked Quinn
"Yes I did."
"Not the Jack Baxter who is financing the stupid World Championship of Show Choirs?"
"Yes the very one," replied Michael "But please don't hold back your thoughts about the competition."
Quinn got up and walked to the back of the room, where a water cooler was. She poured herself a drink of water.
"You guys are obviously too rich to realize that you are wasting money on something as silly as a show choir competition."
What Michael said next obviously slipped out, but Quinn was intentionally trapping him, and he didn't see it coming. Her last two years working for the law firm, she learned these techniques.
"That wasn't part of your vocab when you performed in the Show Choir competition back in your younger days."
The moment that came out, was, the moment, Micheal knew he should have held it back.
"And there we have it," said Quinn spinning around "The real reason why you are here."
"You're very good," smiled Michael realizing that Quinn had suckered him in. "No wonder you're a star on the rise."
"Don't change the subject," snapped Quinn "If you did your research into my current situation, then you would have certainly done it into my past."
"I didn't have to do research, I knew about you, as I grew up watching show choirs!"
"Really? And which show choir in particular did you watch keenly then Mr Baxter?"
Michael sighed. He knew he should of brought a lawyer with him, but that may have made things worse. But they were going worse anyway.
"I'm waiting," said Quinn standing in front of him
"The New Directions," replied Michael "You guys were my idols."
Quinn quickly walks to the door, and opens it.
"This meeting is over, please leave Mr. Baxter."
'Shit' thought Michael 'This went pear shaped fast,'
"But you didn't let me finish!" replied Michael
"I don't need to," said Quinn "I know why you are here, and I'm not interested."
"Well then, you tell me what you think I am for, and then I'll leave."
Quinn was fuming. It was obvious the New Directions was too painful for her. She slammed the door shut and stormed towards Michael.
"You're too rich to realize you don't know when to leave well enough alone."
"I'm rich," said Michael calmly as Quinn hovered over him "But I do see when people need intervention. So if you think you know me, then by all means tell me why I am here."
Quinn glared down at Michael, and then moved away.
"You know I use to be a part of the New Directions, so your family's running the World Championship of Show Choirs, and so you want to run a team of your own. You're obviously after the best of the best, and New Directions was that for a few years. So if I'm part of the best, you're not only here for me, but I'm hypothesizing here, you're after the rest of the New Directions too. Either you've already got some. and looking for the rest, or you've started with me first, but I somehow feel, you've got to others before me."
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Wow she was good. Being described as one of the best upcoming lawyers, did not do Quinn justice. She could be a star.
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"You're correct," said Michael quietly, knowing he couldn't lie his way out of this
"What was that?" asked Quinn "I didn't quite hear you?"
"I said, you're correct!" replied Michael louder
"So what bit am I correct about then?"
"Most of it, I've already signed some."
"Who?"
"Do I have to tell you?"
Quinn headed for the door.
"Finn Hudson..," started Michael making Quinn stop before she reached the door, she kept her back to him. "Noah Puckerman..."
"Puck.."
Puck's name escaped Quinn's lips.
Michael continued "Brittany S Pierce, Sam Evans, Mike Chang, Tina Cohen Chang, and Artie Abrams."
"Wow you got half," said Quinn with her back still towards Michael "I am impressed. Do they know the full story?"
"Mr Hudson does, and I'm sure Miss Pierce does as well, but she didn't let on. Artie knows half the story."
"People always said that Finn and Brit, were dumb, or slow, but aren't. Who are you meeting with after me?"
"Miss Lopez, and Mr Anderson. I am still trying to find Mr Hummel, Miss Jones, and Miss Berry."
"Yea, those three have a way of staying hidden. What about Mr Schue?"
"What about him?"
"Come on Mr Baxter, don't play dumb. You being a fan, a big one, should know that Mr Schue was the founder of the New Directions, and he kept us together and fought for us."
"He said no," replied Michael instantly
"Really?" said Quinn shocked "Why?"
"Personal reasons."
"Probably still scared after being ganged up when most of those idiots had their lives turn pear shaped."
"That's what I was basically told,"
"I'm with Mr Schue too," said Quinn "I'm saying no tooo."
"What... wait... you haven't heard what I have got to offer."
Quinn headed for the door "I don't need to hear, I'm just not interested."
Michael sighed, but he kept sitting. He wanted to dig in. Quinn got to the door and opened it again
"I've heard enough, please leave."
"You haven't heard the important offer."
"I don't want to, please leave."
"Nope, not until you listen to what I want you to hear."
"NO!" shouted Quinn "I've heard enough. NOW GET OUT!"
"This could change your life!"
"Look around Mr Baxter, I'm pretty sweet."
"The sweetness will start next year, meanwhile you're basically still on struggle street."
Quinn was again fuming by this point, suddenly, she went storming back towards Michael, and got right up in his face.
"Listen you smug son of a bitch, how DARE you play those cards, I could have you hauled over the coals for this."
"Just give me one chance to talk to you about the deal," said Michael quietly "And then after that I'll go."
Michael could feel the warmness of Quinn's breath, breathing over him, her anger was so intense.
Suddenly Quinn moved away and went back to the door and shut it again.
"Hurry up then, get it over with."
"Okay so you know the full story now, so I AM trying to rebuild the New Directions. I am offering everyone $1 Million. You will receive $100,000 the moment that you sign the contract. The other $900,000 you will receive once you come to the meeting point for the 1st initial meeting at my home in Dallas, Texas, next month."
Quinn stayed quiet. She was contemplating, which gave Michael the advantage back. He took it.
"So you see Miss Fabray, you need the $1 Million, because on the small wage you are on now, which is why you have worked so hard to try and get a shot at the opening next year. But if you take the $1 Million, you'll set yourself up big time."
Quinn turned and went storming back towards Michael a third time, and again got up in his face.
"HOW DARE YOU play that money card. I don't need you..."
The heat of her anger resonated off of her and onto Michael. They both felt the electricity. It was very palpable.
"But I need you..." said Michael quietly, and gently pulled at her long hair
Quinn stared at Michael some more, and then without warning they both locked lips, and it was all go...
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About ten minutes later, Quinn got up from the floor, fixing up her clothes.
"I've never done that before so don't go assuming I'm that type of person,"
"I'm not," said Michael quietly, as he pulled up his pants "I don't do that kind of thing either."
Quinn adjusted her hair, and looked at Michael who was trying to put his shirt on.
"You are aware you'll be opening up a whole can full of worms by bringing everyone together?"
"Yes I'm aware," said Michael "But as a fan, it needs to be done. It's been left for too long to fester."
Quinn shook her head, she was in agreement with Michael but it was a tough situation "It HAS been left too long. It needs to be done. Okay Michael Baxter, I'll sign the contract."
Michael smiled, and walked over to where his briefcase had landed, during the sex melee. He picked it up, and walked over back to the table, and placed it down. He opened it up, and took out the contract and gave it to Quinn.
Quinn took the contract, and didn't even bother skim reading the contract. She grabbed the pen and signed it.
"You're not going to read it?" asked Michael grabbing his phone
"Nope, for some reason I trust you. Maybe it was the great sex, but you are personally involved, and you want everyone back together. I want that too. But it's going to be hard to deal with at first."
"I'm up for the challenge," replied Michael sending a text "You now have $100,000 in your bank."
Quinn smiled and handed the contract back, and Michael gave her a card.
"These are the details that you need for next month. Just give me a ring, and I'll organize some one to pick you up."
Quinn took the card, and then fixed her hair.
"Is this room sound proof?" asked Michael
"You're lucky, yes it is," smiled Quinn
Michael closed his briefcase.
"What now?" asked Quinn
"What do you mean?"
"Dude we just had sex? What does that mean now?"
"My life is full on at the minute, like yours is. What do you want from this?"
Quinn walked up to Michael "I'm okay leaving it here if you are."
Michael looked at Quinn, and Quinn looked back. The electricity was starting to hum again. Michael smiled and kissed Quinn on the forehead.
"Until next time."
Quinn smiled "Yea, yea."
They made sure they were all sorted, clothing wise, and then Quinn escorted Michael out of the room, and headed towards the lift. The doors opened.
"Good luck Mr Baxter with finding the rest of them, I only hope you're successful."
"Til next month Miss Fabray."
Michael walked into the lift. Quinn just stayed where she was, and as the doors began to close their eyes met, and they both smiled. No one could ignore that electricity...
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JUST A SMALL NOTE: Sorry for what happened with Michael and Quinn, that whole story flowed into that, and I couldn't stop it. I still see a future with Quinn and Puck, but just for now, this is a small bump in the road.
