Sooooo…. Yeah. Okay. Yes.

Rachel and Mercedes sat in the chorus room, side by side in the blue plastic chairs.

"This is so amazing," Mercedes said, taking Rachel's hand and squeezing it tightly. "You getting to be Juliet while Jesse is Romeo, oh, my God, girl, you're so lucky."

Rachel made a face. "Why am I lucky? Jesse hates me. At least he acts like he does."

She waved her hand as if dismissing the comment. "Please. It's perfect. You get to be close to him every day now. You've been wanting to prove to him that you're actually sorry and such, and now, here's your chance. You'll be practicing with him every and that will give your opportunities to show him how you feel."

"I guess..." Rachel said, shrugging slightly.

"No, I know."

At that moment, Quinn came into the choir room, still wearing her sweats and with no backpack on her shoulders. "Quinn!" Rachel said, patting the other seat next to her. "Where were you today? I looked for you at lunch, but you weren't there."

The blonde sat down and crossed her legs. "Puck and I had to drop his mother off at the airport," she said, running a hand through her hair. "Then, there was the rest of the day. We decided to go home and hang with his little sister."

Rachel and Mercedes looked at each other. "Where is his little sister now?"

Then, Puck walked in quietly, balancing a sleeping Josephine on his hip. Rachel and Mercedes awed, looking adoringly at the sleeping toddler. Slowly, Puck sat down, adjusting the little girl until the both of them were sitting comfortably. "Hello, ladies," he said, nodding to the three girls. They just stared back, still looking at Joey. "I know, she's adorable."

The girls laughed. "But, watch out. She's got Puck's personality. Quick with her answers and absolutely filled to the brim with sass." Puck grinned at her as the rest of the glee club filed into the room. Everyone instantly crowded around Puck and Joey, whispering about how she was adorable or the cutest thing they'd ever seen.

It was only when Mr. Schuster walked in did she finally wake up, rubbing her eyes and yawning. Everyone awed again. "Alright, guys," he said, distracted as he looked at sheet music. "We're going to be starting a new song today. I just want to do it for fun, but I'm pretty sure we can actually do something with this." He looked up and stopped, staring directly at Joey. "Why is there a small child in my chorus room?"

The little girl grinned at him and waved her hand. "Hello mister! My name is Joey. I'm five years old, and Noah is my big brother!" she screamed, only silencing when Puck put his hand over her mouth. Leaning back, she whispered into Puck's ear, "What's his name?"

"That's Mr. Schue," he whispered back, playing with her hands.

Joey hopped off Puck's lap and marched over to the teacher. She only came up to his mid-thigh, but she shot her hand out, shaking Mr. Schuster's hand. "Nice to meet you, Mr. Sneaker."

He laughed. "Mr. Schuster, honey," he said kindly, bending down to her eye level. "Joey, do you like to sing?" She nodded happily. "You do?"

"Yes! Puck and I sing together when we're cleaning up my toys. I know all his favorite songs."

Mr. Schuster looked up at the glee kids. "Guys, how would you feel about having a guest soloist today?" he said, grinning when they all nodded and when he looked back down at the five year old, she was beaming.

The glee club was standing on the stage, all of them wearing light blue jeans and red tops with converse. They were standing in a line, doing in a capella introduction to the song Josephine had chosen.

Soon, the little girl's voice was echoing off the walls of the theatre, compliments of the headset mike they had set her up with, and when she began to sing, they all parted, as if her voice had made them explode.

Zip-a-dee-doo-dah, zip-a-dee-ay
My, oh my, what a wonderful day
Plenty of sunshine headin' my way
Zip-a-dee-doo-dah, zip-a-dee-ay

Joey came walking down the big stairs they'd set up on the stage, wearing a dress dress with light blue tights and black converse, the five year old version of what the glee club was wearing. They had put her hair into pigtails with red bow barrettes clipped near the hair ties.

Puck stepped forward, standing next to his little sister and holding her hand, singing along with her. They walked across the stage as if strolling along a path and the big grin spread across the five year old's face.

Mister Bluebird's on my shoulder
It's the truth, it's actual
Ev'rything is satisfactual
Zip-a-dee-doo-dah, zip-a-dee-ay
Wonderful feeling, wonderful day!

She giggled quickly when Puck picked her up, spinning her around before balancing her on his hip. They stared out at Mr. Schuster, who was sitting at the table watching the siblings sing out to him.

Zip-a-dee-doo-dah, zip-a-dee-ay
My, oh my, what a wonderful day
Plenty of sunshine headin' my way
Zip-a-dee-doo-dah, zip-a-dee-ay

Puck put Joey back down on the ground, holding her hand again as they danced in place, bouncing around and bopping their heads along with the music. Then, the whole glee club joined in, running to the edge of the stage and standing next to Puck and Joey, Rachel taking the little girl's other hand. They all dancing and sang, falling into a fit of laughter when the song ended.

Mr. Schuster started clapping and laughing along with them. "Haha, whoo! That was awesome, guys. Joey, you are welcome to sing with us anytime."

Puck high fived his little sister, giving her a bear hug and picking her up so her feet were dangling two feet off the ground.
~*~

Mike and Rachel were the last to leave glee club that day. They were sitting in the front row of the auditorium, eating pretzel sticks and drinking water. "So, is Finn your next target?" Mike asked around the abundance of pretzels he's just shoved into his mouth. Rachel nodded as she sipped at her water. "You know it's going to be difficult."

"Oh, believe me, I know. I'm not even remotely close to thinking that he'll forgive me instantly."

"It'll be a challenge. Are you up for it, young grasshopper?"

She gave Mike a firm nod. "Definitely."

Mike stood up, holding his hand out to her. "Good. Then let's venture forth, for the one you seek is in the lot of parking, making way for the woman who transports him to places he cannot go alone." Rachel gave Mike a questioning look as she took his hand. His shoulders were high as he pushed his chest out defiantly, his nose in the air. "Come, young grasshopper, the challenge awaits."

The two people marched out of the theatre, hand in hand and out to the parking lot, where Finn was leaning against the wall, scrolling through songs on his iPod. "Ah, there is the target," he said, pointing to the tall teenager by the benches. "Go forth, wise-one."

Mike then gave Rachel a little push and she yelped, stumbling forward before making her way to Finn, her fingers fiddling with the hem of her skirt. "Finn?"

He jumped, then looked up, a surprised look on his face. "Oh... Hi," he said dully, taking one of his earbuds out. "What do you want?"

She flinched at his words. They were cold, and toneless, and it made her bite down on the insides of her cheeks. "How... How are you?"

He shrugged. "Been better." There was a silence between them. "Is there something in particular you wanted, Rachel, because my mom is here and I need to go."

"I was just wondering what was happened between us. Where are we right now?" she said, holding her hands behind her back. Finn crossed his arms over his chest. "I'm sorry about what happened, and I know that you're upset. I don't want things to be cold between us, and I can see that they are. Finn, I'm sorry."

Finn stood there for a moment, then shoved himself off the wall by his shoulders. "No, you're not sorry," he said, walking over to his mom's car. "You just don't want me to not speak to you anymore because you can't stand the thought of me being mad at you. Face it Rachel, you like the attention, and you don't regret a single thing about what you did. You like being the center of everything, and now that you've lost all your guy friends, and your boyfriend, you in the center because everyone pities you. Keep yourself where you are, Rachel, and do me a favor. Please don't try to get me to be your friend again. If you really wanted to be friends with me, you'll listen to that and leave me alone. You really hurt me, and I'm not over that yet."

Then, without even a second though, he climbed into the car and shut the door, leaving her standing there alone. As the car drove off, Mike came up to her and wrapped his arms around her shoulders. "I think this is what it's like to be rejected," she said into his chest, hugging his torso tightly. Mike warmed her arms quickly, letting his chin rest on her head. "He doesn't want me to try to get him to forgive me."

"I heard."

She nodded slowly. "What do I do?"

"Well, you have pretty much two options. You could either actually leave him alone like he asked and show that you do want to respect him..." She made a face, looking up at him as he continued to warm her arms. "Or, you could do what any other diva in the world would do about it." She raised one of her eyebrows. "Sing about it."

Yeah, really short chapter. Sorry. It's just how it is. I hope you like it, and please review. Show me the love people.