"What the hell is this, Dude?" Finn demanded Sam as he stormed into the choir room with the school newspaper in hand. "What blonde former cheerleader is having a secret Moonlight Motel rendezvous with another big lipped blondie?"
"Where does it say that?" Sam asked, skimming the article.
"Right on the front page of the school newspaper."
"You don't seriously believe this, do you?" Quinn asked Finn. Apparently while I was away, Finn broke up with Rachel and got back with Quinn who cheated on him with Puck and had a baby. It's really confusing.
"Well, why shouldn't I? Why wouldn't he do the same thin I did to him?"
"Because it's gossip, Finn."
"This is your fault!" Santana yelled at Britney, coming into the choir room with a school newspaper. "You told everyone that I played for another team on your ridiculous melted cheese show."
"Wait, are you mad?" Britney asked. "You do play for another team. You were on the Cheerios and now you're only in the New Directions."
"And you couldn't have thought of another way to say that?"
"I swear I'm going to punch your face off!" Finn growled at Sam, shoving him.
"Got any popcorn?" I whispered to Gary. "This is getting entertaining."
"Hey, you got a lot of nerve accusing me of cheating when you're the one who snuck in and stole me girl!" Sam yelled, shoving Finn back. Quinn stepped in to hold them back and before her arms could give way to the weight of the bodies, Will came in and separated them.
"Hey!" Will shouted and Finn pushed past him and began to exit the room. "Hey, Finn, where you going? Hey, we got rehearsal!"
"Not today!" Finn shouted back.
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"Rumours—a classic record by Fleetwood Mac." Will said the next day in class. "One of the greatest albums of all times. Written as a band was breaking apart… to keep it together. Now, this week, we are done with the backstabbing and the gossip, and we're channeling all that energy into working together. So, pick a song from the album, put your own spin to it. Simple as that."
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"Are you sure that's enough?" I asked Sam, leaving the motel room.
"It's more than enough." Sam laughed. "They love Chinese."
"There's also Mexican."
"Yes, thanks, Abigail."
"Oh, and if you want me to take them off your hands for a day, I can take them to the stables and let them ride the horses."
"Thank you." I wrapped my arms around Sam's neck and pulled him into a hug. I stepped back and smiled at him.
"Let me know if there's anything I can get you. Money is not a problem for me, so please don't be scared to ask for something."
"Thank you, Abby."
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"Stop it." Kurt ordered, coming up to my locker as I buried my nose into my physics book.
"Stop what?" I asked emotionless.
"We are begging you." Gary said. "Sam is cute, but he's not worth losing Blaine over." I looked up and closed my book.
"Oh, how I missed your guy's insanity."
"He's wearing your favorite sapphire blue scarf, Abigail." Kurt said. "I remember that scarf. You wore it November of last year. You said it was you Beaver Moon scarf. I know how these things work. Sometimes Gary leaves his letterman jacket at my house, and I'd wear it the next day."
"Ok, you two need to bone up on your Fleetwood Macology. When they made Rumours, they weren't speaking to each other. Not even Pass the nondairy creamer. They only spoke about the music. And it was that focus that allowed them to make their masterpiece."
"You're deflecting." Gary said.
"No, I'm being a team player, and any minute spent on this vicious, hurtful and hateful gossip is a minute take away from preparing for Nationals." I slammed my locker door. "Besides, I love Blaine. With all my heart. I. LOVE. Him. I don't say that to many people. Hell, I don't even say it to my dad. So, don't accuse me of cheating on him." I turned and walked away from them.
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"I don't want to know why love keeps." Finn and Quinn belted out. "Right on walking on down the line. I don't want to stand 'tween you and love honey. I just want you to feel fine. I don't want to know the reasons why love keeps. Right on walking on down the line. I don't want to know the reasons why love keeps. Right on walking on down the line. I don't want to stand 'tween you and love honey. I just want you to feel fine. Finally, baby. The truth has been told. Now you're telling me I'm crazy. That's nothing that I didn't know. Trying to survive. Oh, you say you love me, but you don't know. You got me rockin and a reelin. Hey, you know what you do. Oh, oh, yeah. Uh-huh. I… I don't want to know."
"Okay, terrific job, guys." Will said. "Um, might want to try to smile a little bit more next time, though."
"Yeah, it was lovely." Rachel agreed. "But I prefer Quinn's performance of Lucky with Sam better. Since you and Sam have become a lot closer lately, maybe you guys should do duets more often."
"Where is Sam?" Artie asked. "Quinn and Abigail are both here today, so we know he's not doing the dirty."
"I know what you're doing." Quinn said to Rachel. "You want Finn and I to stop singing together so that you can sing with him again."
"Frankly, yes." Rachel said. "Finn and I have amazingly proven harmonies. And when it comes to Nationals, I think it makes more sense for him to be paired with me."
"Well, it's not happening. Not as long as Finn wants to be with me."
"Wait," Finn protested. "I thought you said this relationship was about trust."
"Oh, I trust you. I just don't trust her."
"Quinn," Will said. "I don't think you can mandate who pairs up for Nationals, alright? Vocal Adrenaline doesn't need any help from us."
"I love being her and I want to win, but my relationship comes first. I'm sorry, but Finn, if you want to be with me, no more songs with her."
"What?!" Finn questioned her.
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"All right, guys." Will greeted us the next day. "Who is up first today?"
"Mr. Schuester," Rachel said. "If it's all right with you, I'd like to do my own reinterpretation of my favorite Fleetwood Mac song."
"Great, Rachel. Which one?"
"Go your own way. It's the song about the painful breakup between Lindsey Buckingham and Stevie Nicks. Traditionally, it's sung by a man, but today, Rachel Berry's going to put her own feminine twist to it. Hit it." She got up and went to the front of the class as the music began to play. "Loving you isn't the right thing to do." Rachel caroled. "Hoe can I ever change things that I feel? If I could, maybe I'd give you my world. How can I when you won't take it from me? You can go your own way. Go your own way. You can call it another lonely day. Another lonely day. You can go your own way. Go your own way. Tell me why everything turned around. Packing up, shacking up's all you wanna do. If I could, baby, I'd give you my world. Open up. Everything's waiting for you. Oh. You can go your own way. Go your own way. You can call it another lonely day. Another lonely day. Oh oh-oh, oh-oh. You can go, you can go your own way."
"Don't you think it's maybe a little inappropriate that you chose to sing a love song to my guy?" Quinn asked.
"You're such a hypocrite! You Little Miss Perfect Prom Queen! You're a cheater who cheats in cheap motels with Sam."
"Nothing is going on between me and Sam."
"Enough, guys." Will said.
"You know, I blame Sam for all this." Santana said. "And Rachel, too. I blame her."
"What did I do?" Rachel asked.
"I'm sure you did something."
"See, I'm with Santana." Lauren said. "I mean, why doesn't Sam have anything to say about this?"
"Guilt." Mike said.
"Seriously, dude, what you're doing is not cool." Puck said. "They both have boyfriends."
"Shut up!" Sam yelled. "Look, I'm not messing around with Quinn or Abigail or anybody. They're just helping me."
"Oh, is that what we're calling it now?" Mercedes questioned him.
"Hold on." Will said. "How were they helping you out?"
"Abigail was bringing me some food, and Quinn was helping me babysit my little brother and sister." Sam said.
"Then why were you in that motel?" Finn asked.
"Because that's where I live now. My dad lost his job a few months ago, then we lost our house so now we live in that motel in one room." Sam stood up and faced the club with anger in his eyes. "Are you all happy? The truth's finally out." He stormed out of the room.
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"All right, clase." Will said the next day.
"Mr. Shue, is this true?" Mercedes asked, holding up the school newspaper.
"Yeah, the Muckraker says you're bailing on us to do April Rhodes' big show." Puck said.
"Guys… if there's anything we've learned from this week's assignment, is that you can't believe every rumor you hear." Will said.
"But isn't it your dream to sing on Broadway?" Tina asked.
"I have a lot of dreams. My top one… being taking you guys to Nationals."
"So you're going to stay?" Quinn said.
"Look, we're going to Nationals together, and we are going to win."
"Damn straight, Mr. Shoe." I said.