Harry is outside working out on the treadmill. Well, "working out" is a bit of an understatement - he's pushing himself as hard as he can and burning of a lot of energy. Fred comes out and sees him basically over-clocking himself, and is more than a little worried.

"Whoa dude, you okay?"

Harry slows down to a stop and turns off the machine, panting heavily. He grabs a nearby water bottle and sits down on the edge of the now still treadmill.

Harry: It's only been a few years since I was able to get my Bipolar symptoms under control, and part of doing that was staying on medication, and a strict schedule and exercise in order to keep myself stable. Now that I'm in a new place it's kind of throwing me for a loop and I'm trying really hard not to have an episode.

Outside, Harry manages to catch his breath. "I'm just..blowing off...some steam...Trying to...keep...my cool."

Fred sits down on a deck chair across from Harry. "Oh, right. Bipolar. I almost forgot, since you have it under control so much."

Harry takes another swig of water and swallows hard. "You just...it's hard to describe it to people. I would be fine one minute, and then all of a sudden I would be filled with so much anger and I just wanted to hurt people. Can you imagine how hard that is on a little kid?" He shakes his head. "I don't ever want to go back to that place again."

Fred walks over and squeezes Harry's shoulder. "You'll be fine, dude."

VOCALS WITH NIKKI

All twelve contenders are ready to go into the studio to record their vocals. Rebecca is the first to enter.

"Hi Nikki!" she shouts as she places the headphones on her ears.

"You ready to record Rebecca?" Nikki asks. Rebecca nods, flicking her hair out of her eyes.

The music starts playing, and Rebecca reaches her part. "Just call my name, I'll be there in a hurry..."

Nikki nods. "That was good, but it seemed a bit tender. This week is all Tenacity, so we want to try for a stronger, tougher tone." Rebecca's expression clearly shows her mind trying to figure out how to get that kind of feel in her voice.

Rebecca: At first I wasn't sure how I was going to go about giving my voice that kind of...quality. But then I thought, well, I'm a mom and I'm always tenacious in my care for Rosie. If she ever called me or needed me I'd be there in a flash, so I just got that in my mind.

"Just cal my name, I'll be there in a hurry!" Her voice is much stronger in this rendition. Nikki claps.

"Wow, way better!" Rebecca smiles and gives a little curtsey.

Just outside the recording room, the other contenders are crowded together and discussing how well they think they'll be able to pull off the theme.

"Hey Arthur, how're you going to play it?" Dallas asks.

Arthur shrugs. "I don't know. I wouldn't call myself Tenacious so much as independent, or isolated." He sighs. "I suppose I could just act it out, but I don't know how well that would go over if it isn't fueled by genuine emotion. What about you Blanche?" She looks in his direction at mention of her name. "You had a mentoring session, did that help?"

Blanche beams. "Oh, definitely. Blake is so great!"

"And so sexy" Harry murmurs under his breath. Livie beside him discreetly snorts with laughter.

Flashback to the choir room, where Blanche sits with Blake Jenner.

"So what kind of, like, experiences do you draw from to bring that kind of Tenacity to your performance?"

"Well I think about the times when I was really struggling to get my acting career going." Blake runs a hand through his hair. "I basically dropped everything to come to LA and get into the business, and there were times where it seemed like I'd never be able to make it. But I knew that I had to power through those times in order to get where I wanted to be, and now I have."

Blanche smiles at him and nods. "So what I should do is think of a time when I was feeling vulnerable, and thing call on the emotions I used to pull myself out of that place?"

Blake nods. "Yeah! That's basically what I'm saying."

Back to the present. "No wind! Noooo rain!" Blanche belts her heart out on those lines. Nikki smiles with approval.

"Now that's what we're looking for!" she says, drawing a beaming smile from Blanche. "I think you nailed it!" Blanche does a little victory dance.

Back in the dorms, the Olympics are occurring.

Blanche, Luke, Fred, Dallas, Jing, and Harry are all dressed in their dance clothes and in the backyard, lined up against the wall and standing tensely. Jamie is standing on top of a table while the remaining contestants sit on the sidelines. Lines of tape are drawn across the entire backyard.

Jamie: Since we're gonna be doing a mostly physical video this week, we figured we should have a contest to see which of us is the most, y'know, athletic.

"Welcome to the first annual Glee Project Olypmics!" Jamie shouts from his perch. "Our first event: suicide runs!" The audience cheers. "Whoever is able to make it all the way to the end first wins! On your marks...get set...go!"

The athletes run to the first line of tape, then back to the start, then to the next farthest, and so on and so forth. The kids watching them compete cheer them on all the while.

Jing: I want to show all these other people that just because I was in the bottom last week does not mean I'm going to be a pushover.

It isn't long before Luke and Dallas take the lead in the event. Jing struggles to keep up, but after a few minutes it's finished.

"We have a winner!" Jamie shouts. He crawls down from the table and hoists Luke's hand in the air. "Luke Hiroshi-Miles!"

Livie cheers loudly for him. He tosses a smile in her direction. The next event has Fred and Dallas on the weight machines, prepared to do bench presses.

"Whoever can do the most reps in twenty seconds will advance to the next round!" Jamie calls from his announcer's table.

Lila: I chose not to compete because this way I can save my energy for the actual challenge, whereas these kids are all gonna be tired out when the time for the shoot comes.

The onlookers count down from twenty as Fred and Dallas pump iron as fast as they can.

Dallas: I am a natural athlete. I go to the gym a lot, so I had a clear advantage over Fred. Fred...I don't know, I think maybe he jogs?

"Five! Four! Three! Two! One!" Dallas and Fred stop. Fred basically rolls off the bench and flops onto the ground.

"You win" he groans as he lies on the pavement face-first.

"Our final event! Jumping jacks!" Jamie grins evilly as he says it.

"How many do we have to do?" Jing asks nervously.

Jamie turns to the non-participating contestants. "I don't know, what do you guys think?"

"Huddle!" Rebecca calls. The five group together and whisper, then separate. "We decide," Rebecca begins, "that you will have to do one hundred jumping jacks."

The other six groan. "Rebecca, how could you?" Harry asks as he stumbles over to her. She just giggles and sits back down with the other half of the contenders.

"Ready, set, GO!" Jamie cries from his stand, and the six begin to jump up and down as fast as they can, all of them counting out loud so that nobody thinks they cheat.

Arthur: I wasn't really paying attention to who was winning or losing during the whole Olympics thing, it was just fun to watch them all squirm.

"Ninety eight, ninety-nine, one hundred!" Dallas shouts loudly. She pumps her fist in the air as the other five she was against either sit down on the ground or lean against the wall.

"Awesome! Congratulations Dallas. We don't have a medal, but we do have a crushed soda can and some string we found in the drawer."

Jamie presents her the makeshift medal, which she accepts proudly. Fred walks past her.

"Good job Dallas. I'm going to go take a nap and possibly die."

"Okay, have fun!"