Harmony and David finally got to the park. "Guys! You made it!" a girl named Effie ran up to the breathless couple. "And you're… together?" she winked. "No wonder you're late."

Harmony laughed nervously. "Um, no, actually, we're… I'm not his girlfriend."

"Sure." Effie smiled, pushing her light blonde hair obnoxiously behind her ears. "Well, take a seat. We're announcing a few things today."

The two joined Gavroche, who was frantically searching for them, and went to find a seat on the bleachers near the stage.

They sat down in the second row, Harmony trying to avoid eye contact with the other two.

"So, are you going to tell me what's wrong yet?" David asked, walking to stand in front of the girl, who immediately looked down.

"No… I can't, I don't know you that well yet." Harmony smiled uncomfortably.

"Harmony! I chased you around the town for half an hour, trying to come up with a plausible reason that they didn't just up and plain out disappear. I should at least get an explanation." David almost yelled in response, sitting back down.

"I didn't ask you to do anything."

He scoffed. "What if I say please? C'mon Harmony I deserve to know!"

The girl raised her eyebrows, and stared at the blonde boy in disgust. "You deserve to know about my life. Actually, I'm pretty sure you don't. People of such unintelligence usually don't make it on that list."

"People of such unintelligence don't usually fall in love with a girl they met two days ago and chase them around, expecting no explanation."

Harmony tried to hide her smile, still looking down. "I have a hard time believing that, as unintelligent people are usually smart enough to at least avoid that situation."

"Well maybe I'm not a usual unintelligent person."

She finally looked up, staring into David's green eyes. "I've concluded that. However, that list still doesn't have your name on it."

David sighed deeply and stared ahead at a senior member named Monica, who was all ready on the stage, holding a page of notes. Effie, a freshman, was standing behind the read-headed girl on the stage, waiting with her notes as well.

After a tiring list of people who "made this group possible," and a long speech about "I believe in all of you," Monica got to the good part. "And now, Effie will give us our soloist for sectionals." Effie bounced up and down happily, fumbling with the envelope, as Monica kept talking. "As you might know, our senior members have chosen Buenos Aires from the musical Evita." The members cheered unenthusiastically, and watched as Effie walked up to the microphone, nearly pushing Monica away.

"And the soloist for the 2012 sectionals is…" everyone seemed to be holding their breath. "Harmony Pierce."

People cheered around the dark-haired girl in unenthusiastic jealousy. Gavroche practically jumped out of his seat, squealing and screeching.

Rory sat next to Sugar on her bed, preparing for Harmony's rage.

"So, are you going to bring up today's conversation, or should I? I really want to, by the way." Sugar smiled, talking quietly to the boy.

He buried his head in his hands. "Go ahead…" the Irish boy whined.

"So you're not going to deny it, then? That you want Harmony?"

Rory sighed. "I don't want her. She's not an object. But she is beautiful, and she's my best friend, and it's just a stupid crush."

Sugar giggled, patting her friend on the back, "It's not stupid, Rory. It's cute."

He shook his head. "Do you honestly think we'll end up together? Do you think we'd last more than a month? What if it doesn't work out? She'll hate me!" Rory stood up angrily, practically yelling at the girl.

"It's not about lasting. It's about the start." She smiled ever so slightly, "if you're so obsessed with lasting just go to the future… find out."

"The future changes"

" Guys!" Harmony yelled through the locked door. "Guy's, I'm home!"

Rory looked at Sugar and waited for her to carry out their plan. She ran out of her room's open door, unlocked the front door, and sprinted back to her room, grabbing Rory on the way to her walk-in closet where they would spend the rest of eternity.

However, eternity lasted about five minutes after the Dark- haired girl walked in the door.

"Hey!" Quinn stumbled up the yard of the Hudson- Hummel clan, yelling lightly in the direction of the open window of one Finn Hudson's bedroom.

The tall boy rushed to his window and groaned at the sight of the blonde girl. "Can we do this some other time, please? I'm really not in the mood right now."

She sighed in response. "We neeeeed to... flshhtalk." She coughed, "But not about us."

"Then what do you waaannt?"

Quinn paused a moment before continuing, "I want to talk about… ummmmmmmm… Rrrr…Rachel."

Finn shook his head, and lazily walked down the stairs to let his ex-girlfriend in.

She stumbled into his arms ungracefully "Um… sorrrorry."

Before Frankenteen had the chance to say anything, however, she was tripping up the staircase, and barging into his room, to meet a certain Jewish girl who was sitting on his bed.

The blonde girl smiled "Rrrrachel, I was just going to talk about…" then just mumbles as Finn ran to cover her mouth, pale as a ghost.

Rachel looked up at her boyfriend, confused. "Do you two need a minute?"

He nodded his head as she already began leaving the room, staring at the strange girl.

As soon as Finn had let her go, Quinn became a mess of flesh and bone, splayed out across his bed awkwardly. "Quinn, are you drunk?"

She rolled her eyes. "Took you thissss long to figure it out, Finnny bear?"

He stared into space, and shook his head. "Quinn, you are drunk. We can not talk right now."

"But I have something to... shhhhay."

Finn sighed, staring at her in utter confusion. Why would she do this to herself? "What do you want to say Quinn?" he then realized that she had tears in her eyes.

Quinn leaned in to whisper in his ear. "I need you to breakup with Rachel… I'm in love wittthhh her"

He scoffed. "Quinn, you are NOT a lesbian."

"I don't know if I'm a lesbian." She sobbed, "I just want someone to love me…"

The girl's ex-boyfriend honestly did not know how to take that. She was drunk, so it probably didn't matter anyway. "Alright, I'm going to drive you home now. We should have this conversation when you're sober."

He opened his bedroom door to Rachel, who was frantically pacing across the hall.

"You're so good to me!" Quinn yelled at her.

"Finn, why is Quinn drunk?"

"No reason! She's fine!"

"Rory! I swear if I weren't so happy right now you would get it for what I'm sure you did!"

Rory smiled, stepping out of the closet quickly. "What are so happy about?"

"I got the solo. For sectionals. Buenos Aires. Evita."

Rory nodded in approval, while Sugar tripped over a pair of shoes as she ran out of the closet to congratulate her best friend. This was going to be so much fun.

Yay for development! Any suggestions for future chapters, I usually take them, let me know what your brain is thinking about. I remain your faithful servant.

-FG