Disclaimer: Since I haven't updated for so long, how about I add a little recap for those of you who forgot? :)

Previously on New Blood, the New Directions have won Sectionals, but Mr. Schue suspends Marissa due to giving Lindsay the duet. Because of that, things take a positive turn for Damian and Lindsay, and a little bumpy for Cameron and Marissa, and Amanda? Yikes! Emily is demoted to co-captain, not knowing who her other co-captain is, and she 'celebrates' by throwing a party for the Glee Club newbies, which ended up in kisses, intentional and otherwise. And, Finn, being a natural leader, decides to go to the root of their homework assignment, encouraging them to perform a group number, leading to all of them practicing on Saturday. What lies ahead for our favorite group of students? Find out next on New Blood!

Chapter 21

Documenting Real Life

"So, what are your thoughts on the rumor going around school that you made out with Damian McGinty at Emily Vasquez's all out drinking party last Friday night?"

Lindsay's jaw drops, looking at the camera in front of her, and at Jacob Ben Israel holding out his microphone, ready to pick up whatever she has to say. She felt her cheeks immediately become warm, and she hid her face as much as possible from the recording device. What the—How did they even know about the party?

"I…Um…"

"Speechless. I take it the rumor is true then. How about—"

"Wait!" She shouts, glancing at the camera. "From whom did you get all of this information?" With her blue eyes, she intensely glared at the boy with the brown afro, who nervously gulped, looking at the camera.

"Y-You haven't seen the video? It's c-currently with 302 views on Youtube…"

She frowned at him, her mouth slightly open. "What video?"

Damian was walking down the hallway, and for some reason, he kept glancing right and left. The students at their lockers stared at him, and some were even whispering to each other after he passes by. He looks at himself, and turns behind him, wondering if he had a sign plastered to him or toilet paper on his shoes. Nothing there…Is there something wrong?

Unexpectedly, a guy, whom he recognized as his classmate in English passes by and smiles at him, raising his hand, signaling a high five.

"Damian! How's it going?"

"Um…okay, I guess?" He frowned, looking at the guy's raised arm. "What's that for?"

"Oh come on man! Don't be so modest!" He pats his back hard, which made Damian cough a little. "So, are you and Lindsay Pearce now official?"

His eyes widened, looking at the guy. "L-Lindsay?" He lets out a fake laugh, and clears his throat. "What are you talking about?"

"Dude! The way she lay down beside you, I could tell she was totally into you." The guy stated, still looking a wee bit too excited about the topic. Damian, on the other hand, was trapped in his mind. The way she lay down beside me? Wait…was he talking about Saturday morning? How did they know about this? Is this why everyone's staring at me?

"You seem confused man. Just watch the video and you'll know. Later." The guy leaves him in the middle of the hallway as he frowned, his head tilted. "Video?"

Emily slams her locker shut, glancing at all the students talking about her party. It was her party, yet they weren't talking about how it went. Everything she could hear was the rumor that Lindsay and Damian were an item, and the it-couple at that. Although she felt happy for her friends, it was a little bit disappointing. I was the one who held the party. If it wasn't for me, they wouldn't have been getting together! She turns to her right, noticing someone approaching her. Someone she least expects.

"Hey Emily." The Cheerio looked at her, smiling, although Emily could feel she didn't really mean it. She turned to her, giving that same smile. "Andrea right?"

"Amanda. But, it doesn't matter." Still smiling, she leans on the cabinet, starting up a conversation. "So, a little bird told me that the Coach is considering having a cheer-off between the co-captains."

Emily's eyes immediately widened. "And where did you get that information?"

"I have my sources." She grinned, fixing her perfect ponytail. "I hope it ends the way you like it." She pats her on the shoulder and leaves, a smirk still on her face.

Emily was still looking at her leave while frowning. A cheer-off? A freaking cheer-off? Any other way, she'll retain what's rightfully hers. She stomps her way to her next destination, one which will give her answers.

"Brittany S. Pierce!"

The blonde tall girl, who was with Santana, looked around to see where the voice came from. It was Lindsay, who was quite flustered. She walked up to the two, frowning and taking a deep breath. Santana smirked, looking at the distraught sophomore.

"So you've seen it?"

"No!" She retorted immediately. "I'd rather you two tell me what you put in there!"

"Oh we didn't put it in there, you guys did." The two shut their lockers and continued walking as the redhead followed. "We just simply recorded it."

"Yeah, and thanks to you guys, I finally have experience on making documentaries."

"Oh and what is the documentary going to be about? Highschoolers with hangovers?"

Brittany shot her a confused look. "Documents, duh?" The two other girls frowned at each other, as Lindsay remembers why she approached them in the first place.

"Because of that video, a lot of rumors are circulating!"

"We don't know what you're talking about." Santana shrugged, but she could see that she is fully aware of these rumors. At that moment, a group of Cheerios pass by the three and look at the blue-eyed brunette from head to toe.

"The party seemed like a wild night."

"You and Damian looked super cute though."

Lindsay's eyes widen, and the cheerleaders giggle at the sight of her cheeks, turning bright red.

"What the—" She turns to Santana and Brittany, the former also giggling, but when she noticed Lindsay looking at her, she pursed her lips and regained her composure.

"Was it fun making out with him?"

"Look!" She faced the group, fury registered on her face. "Whatever is in that video, none of it is true, so you better stop talking about it!"

They giggled again as they continued walking down the hallway. Still blushing, she remained in her position, turning to the two responsible for everything. They approach her, giving her a few words of comfort.

"Watch the video and you'll see that we've done all of you a huge favor."

Brittany nods. "Your popularity is off the charts."

She sighed, feeling her phone vibrate from her sling bag. She takes it out, seeing the message from Hannah: Emergency meeting! Choir room now. Santana peeks at the message and smiles.

"Let's go then. I'm sure they'll love to hear what we have to say." She gets her phone and texts as fast as possible, Lindsay frowning. "What are you doing?"

"Calling the rest of the Glee Club. We need to see this glorious video together."

Both of them keep their phones and rush to the choir room. Then, the Latina whispers to her ear, something she is about to contemplate for the rest of the day.

"That one cheerleader was right though. You and Damian are super cute."

Marissa walks from the Cheerios locker room, looking around for a tall lanky bespectacled boy in sight. She had been avoiding Cameron since that Saturday Glee Club surprise. Although both of them joined in, she secretly told Finn that she's not sure yet if she should be joining, because if Mr. Schue gets mad again, he might permanently remove her from the club. Of course Finn understood, but he might not if she completely bails on them that day.

She sighed, thinking about her other commitment: Cheerios practice. She had fun teaching the others the routine, and she's sure all of them got it down now. But, she missed being in the club so much. Lindsay and Emily are in the club, and they're doing fine. And with her teaching the routine the past weeks, maybe she didn't have to practice that much anymore. Plus, the sight of the flirt Amanda was really getting on her nerves.

She stops on her feet, seeing that a microphone has been propped up in front of her. Holding it was Jacob, as usual with his trusty cameraman.

"Here we have Marissa von Bleicken, Cheerio and suspended Glee Club member. So, what went around with you at the party?"

She frowned at him, glancing at the camera. "Who told you about the party?"

"Didn't you see the video? It's the talk of the school." He answered, but shakes his head. "Wait I'm supposed to ask the questions! Any comment on the Pearce-McGinty rumor?"

"Um, it's a rumor?" She laughed a little, increasing her walking speed to throw off the reporter. "Look, what happened Friday night is between us who were actually there so you're not going to get anything out of me."

"Okay then. Not related to the party at all…" He flips through his small notebook, looking for notes and something to ask. "Let's see…oh here's one unresolved question!"

He directs the microphone to her. "What's the deal with you and Cameron Mitchell?"

She stops walking, and her eyes are glued to the microphone. Her breathing becomes faster, and she knows Jacob can see her chest rising up and down. She reverts back to their kiss Friday night, and she remembers. She kissed him back, and she was pretty sure it was all her doing. The alcohol just gave her…that extra push. She thought kissing him would clear her mind about how she really felt for him, but it just left her more confused. Alcohol and kissing just don't mix.

"A lot of students are conflicted with what to call your relationship. Is it just friends, friends with benefits, acquaintances, dating inclusively, or dating exclusively? But there are some rumors that you just pity the guy and you're just hanging out with him so that he wouldn't get slushied or—"

Out of nowhere, she feels a warm sensation around his wrist, and she rapidly gets pulled into the opposite direction. She turns to her captor, the tall lanky bespectacled guy she was exactly avoiding. He drags her away as Jacob and his cameraman rush to the two of them. Unfortunately for the two, the reporter and his sidekick catch up, continuing the interview.

"Cameron, how come you were never seen in the video?"

Marissa's eyes dart toward him, still pulling her away. He doesn't answer Jacob's question, focusing on bringing her somewhere, wherever that was. I have got to see this video.

"You weren't at the party?"

"He was." She answered for him, but he didn't comment. What's up with this guy? Still, Jacob was very, very persistent, turning the microphone to her again.

"So, I guess it's back to you Marissa. To wrap things up, who is Cameron Mitchell to you?"

All of a sudden, Cameron grabs the microphone, glaring at Jacob, and then at the camera. "Those things are none of your business so you better lay off Marissa or any of my friends. You got that?"

He forcefully shoves the microphone at Jacob, continuing to drag the redhead as they lose the reporter. He brings them both to the choir room, leaving the door half open. Finally, he removes his grasp from her, both of them at the center of the room. She rubs her wrist, looking at him.

"Cam, what are we doing here?"

He stood there with a perfect posture, his hands in his pockets, looking at her directly. "You still haven't answered my question."

"I-I've answered it, haven't I? I told you, the kiss was no—"

He walks closer to her, now both of them inches away from each other. "I didn't think it was nothing. Something was there, I know it!"

"But I was drunk!" She looked up at him, who now looked somewhat frustrated. "I wouldn't even know if something was there because all I could think of was fighting my dizziness and wanting to drink more alcohol!" She bit her lip, feeling guilty, because she knows that wasn't the answer he was expecting.

"So you kissed back just because you were drunk?"

"You know that's plausible." She folds her arms, looking away from him. He shakes his head and smirks.

"There's only one way to settle this then." He takes a deep breath, audible enough in the whole room.

"Kiss me."

"W-What?" She stepped back, now looking at him. "Cam, no…why would you even—"

"You aren't drunk now. At least now you'll be able to get a better feeling…of the kiss." He takes a little gulp, looking at her, waiting for her answer.

Marissa, on the other hand, was battling all the responses her body was putting her through. Once again, her heart was racing, supplying blood to her cheeks, which were blushing by now, as usual. A million thoughts were rushing to her head. She didn't know what to do, but she can't do this to him all the time. She always kept him waiting. Her indecisiveness is the only thing that's separating them from being friends and being a couple. If I kiss him again, I'll know for sure if I'm ready.

After a few seconds, Cameron realizes that she might not do it at all. All the times they were talking, she's always been stressing that she wants to be friends. But how long is it going to take? He likes her and she likes him. What else do you need? Face it Cam. She won't do it. If she would, she should've done it by now.

"You know what? Forget it, Marissa. It's clear you don't—"

In a split second, he feels her hand on his jaw, directing him to face her. In instinct, he closes his eyes, feeling Marissa's lips onto his. He tried to be gentle much like her, not wanting to be aggressive or to go overboard. After a few seconds, she breaks away, her hand still resting on his jaw. Both of them were looking at each other, breathing deeply. Still gasping, he asks, "Well?"

Also breathing deeply, she looks at him, biting her lower lip. "Cam…I—"

Right then and there, the Glee Club members enter, and they moved a considerable distance away from each other, both blushing noticeably. Cameron frowned, looking at them file one by one. "What are you guys doing here?"

"Didn't you receive the text? Emergency Glee Club meeting." Ellis stated as she took her seat, and the two of them shook their head. McKynleigh looks back and forth at them with scrutinizing eyes. "How about the two of you? What were you doing here?"

"W-We were just talking." She smiles and shrugs turning to Cameron. "No big deal, right?"

"R-Right!" He exclaimed, the others noticing the two acting a little too nervous than their usual selves. Kurt grins, having an inkling of what might've happened. He patted on the seat beside him. "Well come on then and sit! We're going to watch the fabulous video everyone's been talking about!"

They both look at each other and nodded as Cameron sat beside Kurt while Marissa went up, sitting beside Samuel who was without Emily. She frowned, turning to the boy with dreadlocks. "Where's Emily?" He shrugs, looking around.

"Didn't see her this morning. Although I'm sure she'll turn up in a few." He looks at her, still blushing, so he decides to pester her. "So, you two just talked, huh?"

"Of course. Why? Does it look like we didn't just talk? What do you think we did here?" She faced him completely, tucking a few strands of hair behind her ear. He let out a little laugh, patting her shoulder. "Relax Mars. I was just curious." He smiles at her. "Have you guys figured things out after the…kiss?"

She bites her lip, turning away from him. "Um…I'm not really sure yet, Sam." He slowly nods, looking at Cameron.

"But seriously. You have to think fast. I know Cameron said he could wait, but words are easy to blurt out."

She looks at Cameron, busy tending to Kurt and Blaine, leaving her wondering whether he was telling them what happened. She sighed, her mind going back to the kiss they had earlier. She couldn't deny it; she knew it was there and she knew she felt it. Fireworks. So, what is she afraid of?

With that, just entering were Tina and Mike, again with their trusty laptop, pulling a chair and placing the gadget on top of it for closer viewing. Lindsay, seeing that the video was already loaded, breathes deeply and exclaims. "Well, play it already!" Everyone can feel the fury in her voice, and Damian wanted to calm her down, but he too was feeling uneasy. Whatever rumors were circulating, it would be hard to convince the others to believe the actual truth.

Mike clicks on 'play' and rushes to his seat as the opening sequence plays.

Fondue for Two! (Hey!)
Fondue for Two! (Yes!)
That's some hot dish!
Fondue for Two!

"Hey it's Brittany, and welcome to a special edition of Fondue for Two. This is our first outdoor show, and of course, you all remember Lord Tubbington."

They all frowned, looking at the fat grey cat comfortably rested in the girl's arms. "I'm bringing him to Nicotine Anonymous this afternoon. Isn't that right?"

Simultaneously, the events during Saturday replayed in their minds.

Flashback

Artie frowns as he fixes the camera, following Brittany walking at the sidewalk and Finn pushing his wheelchair.

"So, this is my first full-length episode and today, my special guests are the members of the Glee Club." Artie pans on the Latina, waving at the camera, and all the other members of the club walking on the sidewalk. Brittany continues her introduction.

"Today, we're giving you the lowdown on the Glee Club's new members. There's a rumor going on that these 12 planned to throw a party. Any thoughts on that Santana?"

"Well, those rumors are true." Santana nods, looking at Brittany. "But, the extent of that party, no one knows for sure. But one thing's for certain. If there was alcohol, I'd say that things might've happened. Wanky things…"

"That's why we are going to the exact scene where everything happened."

Artie directs the camera to Emily's house, in its blue splendor. Rachel, Blaine and Kurt were already on the porch of the house.

"Hurry guys!" Rachel exclaimed as Kurt knocked on the door loudly. Blaine cups his hands around his eyes, peeking at the window, the house all dark and silent. "I think they're still asleep."

"They shouldn't be! They knew we were coming!"

Suddenly, the door opens, Kurt's arm still up in a door knocking stance. They peer at the person opening it. Rachel immediately frowns.

"Noah! What are you doing here?"

He grins and shrugs. "The back window was open." Rachel pushes him as she enters, but he stops her, looking at the camera. "I scouted the house first before opening the door, and I found some interesting stuff. May I escort the Fondue for Two host for some candid shots?"

"I think you mean hosts." Santana exclaims, entering the house with Brittany. "I would love to see this."

"Then you better take this Puck." Artie says, as the guy with the Mohawk approaches him, taking the camera. "This is documentary gold!"

They all looked at each other, their thoughts wandering to what might've happened to them. Puck goes to Brittany and Santana and he leads them, first at the living room where Bryce, Samuel, and Matheus lay, the small one on the couch, and the two around him. Fortunately for them, the floor was carpeted. Santana creeps up Matheus, grabbing a scent.

"Oh god, they're wasted!" She laughed, facing the camera. "I knew we Glee Club kids know how to party. Better than most McKinley students, obviously…"

"Let's go upstairs first." Puck smiles, letting the two go up first. The blonde one was still carrying the fat feline as they ascended, quietly and slowly. Reaching upstairs, Puck opens the second door, revealing Hannah and Alex sound asleep on the bed. They zoomed the camera in on them.

"All of them must've gotten drunk." Puck states, closing the door, leading them to the next bed. He opens the door, revealing two beds. Emily and McKynleigh were asleep on the right one. The one on the left also had an occupant. Judging by the tuft of red hair creeping out the blanket, it must be Marissa, but their eyes dart to an empty sleeping bag in the middle.

"Wait, was someone supposed to be sleeping there?"

Brittany lays Lord Tubbington down, who slowly walks. Puck and Santana look at her frowning. "He'll keep watch. Now, let's go to the basement." She skips quietly down the hallway, going down the stairway. The Glee Club members were already in the living room, and they've already woken up the three boys.

"Emily didn't tell you guys were coming." They look at the three, all holding their heads up, frowning at the headaches they have. Quinn shakes her head, standing up. "Let me get you guys some medicine. You all look, and probably feel terrible."

Brittany smiles at all of them, going down the basement, while Quinn goes upstairs, meeting Santana and Puck, rushing to follow the tall blonde. They go down the stairs, looking at the party scene. The Latina's eyes widen at the sight, and she grabs the camera from Puck, taking a closer look. Brittany was standing over Lindsay and Damian, sleeping side by side, her hand on his chest.

"Every party has a big revelation, and this has no exceptions."

"I always knew he had it in him." Santana smiled proudly, looking straight at the camera. "McKinley High students, that's how we do it in the Glee Club. Bet you think that they aren't losers anymore."

Brittany gently pushes her aside and waves. "And that's all for today on Fondue for Two. Always remember, cheese is best served hot, and have a nice day."

End of flashback

"That's it?" Alex frowned, looking unsatisfied with what he witnessed. "People are talking about Damian and Lindsay together, and they were just sleeping side by side!"

"Why wasn't Cameron there?" asked Blaine, and he immediately answered. "I had to go to the bathroom!"

"Don't you understand this thing called privacy?" Lindsay states, turning to Santana and Brittany. The Latina shots a glare at the girl. "Look, we increased your, and maybe, the Glee Club's popularity. It's all thanks to you. Why don't we focus on the happy stuff that's happened?"

The blue-eyed brunette frowned, folding her arms in contempt. She and Damian didn't even have one date, and now everyone in the school is talking about them. But, now, she realizes that Santana was right. Increased popularity is what it gave them, and now, it's sure that they aren't going to be slushied ever again. She sighed. Here's to hoping for the best.

Contrary to Lindsay contemplating about the future, Damian reverts back to what happened next at the video.

Flashback

Santana presses off and closes the camera, throwing it to Puck, who fortunately catches it. He goes down the staircase, looking at the cups and pitchers scattered on the floor. "They must've partied hard. We should do this with them some time."

Santana smiles and kicks the boy's feet. "Okay, wake up Ireland! Party's over! You too, blue eyes!"

Both of them groan and grimace, not wanting to open their eyes. The basement felt cold, so they were attracted to the warmth they felt beside each other. They turn to where the heat was radiating from, and suddenly, they were looking at each other. Both of them turn to Lindsay's hand suitably situated above the boy's chest. Their eyes widen, and muscles freeze, and immediately, they break away from each other's touch, standing abruptly, and avoiding each other's stare.

"How was the alcohol?"

"Headache-inducing. Ugh…" Lindsay bends forward, and flinches slightly, covering her mouth. Santana approaches and supports her. "Let's go and get this over with." she says, helping the brunette up to the stairs. Damian looks at her worried, and Puck reassures him. "She'll be all right." He patted him on the back, escorting him upstairs. "You go and rest, we'll clean this up." The Irishman nods, ascending up the stairs and as he does, he can hear the sounds of horror, echoing from the bathroom. And then, another sound startles them.

"Aaaah!"

He rushes up to the living room and sees Cameron running down the stairs. Both of them frown at the sight of the Glee Club members, wondering what the fuss was about.

"What are you doing here?" The bright blue-eyed boy asks, Rachel taking the floor.

"We are here to practice for our group number. I assume Emily didn't tell you because you were all busy partying last night." She folds her arms, looking at them angrily. "You drank irresponsibly. Anything could've happened."

"I didn't drink that much." Cameron said, rubbing the back of his neck. "I knew it would be safe if one of us were…you know…not tipsy."

"Oh, well…good for you then, Cameron."

"You weren't drunk?"

All of them looked up at the stairway, seeing Hannah, carrying Lord Tubbington. Cameron flinches, walking farther from her. She frowned, caressing the cat as she goes down. "Is this what you were shouting about?"

"Really Cam?" Damian teases, nudging the taller boy. "It's just a cat."

"An enormously huge cat! Look at it!" He points at it, stating the obvious. "It must've gobbled rats in one bite!"

"Aww…don't listen to him." She continued stroking the cat's fur, as she settled it down the floor. She approaches the guy, her face serious this time. "You actually weren't drunk last night? I thought you were just playing 'not drunk'."

"I wasn't." He smiled, and Damian looks at him, analyzing what he just said. "So you pushed me on purpose last night?"

"Well yeah! I—" He stops, realizing that the two were now putting the pieces together. He looks at the others, Bryce, Samuel and Matheus smiling while the rest were confused, not getting the context. He smiles nervously to all of them.

"I'm going to the kitchen to prepare some food." He slowly walks to the kitchen, Damian and Hannah rushing to him and simultaneously, Emily and Alex go down the stairs. Emily's eyes widened, remembering her conversation with Kurt and Rachel. "Oh my God I totally forgot!" She looks at the clock inside the living room, reading 9:30.

"Wait, you said you were coming here 10 AM!"

"Oh really? I think we said 9 AM," Kurt playfully says, going around Emily. "Maybe you heard differently because you were under the influence."

"Well…" She smiled at them, flipping her hair. "At least you proved yourselves right."

Rachel nods, knowing that it was true. "So, I guess we can wait until you're all settled down." Finn goes beside her, and he raises his hand remembering something. "So, did Cameron and Marissa agree to join?"

Emily looks at the ceiling, and back at him. "And that's another of the things I forgot." She smiles guiltily. "Don't worry she'll be down soon, with the other girls…being assisted by Quinn and Santana."

All of them knew what she was talking about, and they can't help but wonder how much did they drink. But, they were glad that they were safe. Meanwhile, in the kitchen, Damian and Hannah were bothering Cameron, who was cooking eggs, which he knew would help them in their hangovers.

"So what did you feel? Kissing her?"

The bespectacled boy couldn't help but smile, thinking about the kiss they had last night. He felt it, the feeling of elation. It was that feeling that nothing could ever go wrong, that as long as they were together, everything was going to be all right. As clichéd as it seemed, the kiss sealed the deal. He didn't want to let her go. He turns to Damian and Hannah. "It was all right."

Hannah rolled her eyes and folded her arms. "Yeah right Cameron. I know you too well and I'm guessing your stomach is doing backflips just thinking about your kiss."

"Maybe his stomach is doing backflips thinking about what she thought about the kiss."

Damian nudged him on the elbow, and just then Bryce, Samuel, Matheus, Alex and Emily enter. The Latina sat down beside the counter, looking at the boy cook.

"So you weren't drunk. Why am I not surprised…"

"Sorry Emily. Safety first."

"But that's clever." Alex slammed his hands on the table. "You saw us in our drunken gloriousness and you got to kiss Marissa."

"How was it man?" Matheus excitedly asked, sitting beside Emily, and the boy just shrugs. "It was nothing guys, really. I'm pretty sure that's what she thought too."

His eyes turn to Damian, and he let out a sly grin. "But I wasn't the only one having kissing sprees. Lindsay kissed Damian early on in the party."

Damian's eyes widened, and Bryce and Samuel go to him teasing. "So how was it?"

"It was nothing! She leaned and kissed, but she was drunk that time!"

"And you weren't…yet. I'd say we're pretty even Damo." The Irishman frowned, starting to wrestle the guy as Hannah took over cooking duties.

After a few minutes, the other girls joined in and breakfast turned into a laughing spree, the twelve of them reminiscing what happened at the party. However, the others seemed to notice that some of them weren't really talking to each other, namely Lindsay and Damian, and Cameron and Marissa. However, they decided to not interfere and let them handle those things on their own. After breakfast, their practice commenced, with both Cameron and Marissa agreeing to perform, with hopes of changing Mr. Schue's mind. They divided the song, and learned their lines, while Mike and Brittany worked on choreography. All in all, their practice was everything they could've asked for, as, at least for one day, they were all together as a family again.

End of flashback

"Damian, are you okay?"

He shakes his head, realizing that he was in a trance for so long. He regains consciousness, seeing the choir room now busy with getting their group number later straight, except for Lindsay, who was still looking at him, concerned.

"I'm absolutely fine." He sighed, looking down. "So…everybody thinks that we're a couple now."

"Well, let them think what they think." She looks at him and smiles, and the sight of her blue eyes and her smile just never fails to hit him. She's stunning, as always…

"That's it. I don't care anymore." Lindsay faces him, looking at him intently. "They'll think whatever they want to think, and we'll go on with our lives the way we want to." He smiles back, knowing she's right.

"I'd like that." He takes her hand and grasps it tightly. "And we're going to start with our date, tonight." Both of them continued smiling at each other, knowing that it's only going to get better from this day on.

Suddenly, they heard a knock on the slightly ajar door, and peeking in was Becky.

"Marissa, Coach needs you in her office."

The redhead frowned, looking at the others. She stands up, slowly walking towards the exit, realizing that again, she hasn't finished her conversation with by the time they talk again, she should have her answer by then. Ugh! Why are these things always so complicated?

They arrive at the Coach's office, and Becky enters first, opening the door. Marissa steps in as well, looking at the Coach seated at her desk.

"What do you need me for Coach?"

Not realizing it, Emily was seated in front of the Coach. She immediately turns to her friend, her face registered with shock. "Marissa? You're co-captain?"

The redhead frowns, going near her. "Co-captain? Me? Of course not." She turns to the Coach, her hands rested on the table.

"So are you accusing me of lying, Little Miss Carrot-top?"

"N-No, Coach. It's just that…I would remember it if you appointed me co-capta—"

"I did. Don't you remember? That day I asked you to help the Cheerios with the routine?"

"Well yes, but you only said—"

The Coach smiles at her. "But then you were in a hurry to go on with your little date with the freakishly tall boy with the glasses." The redhead bit her lower lip and looked down, and the Coach could only giggle.

"That's all right kiddo. Honest mistake. Now, about that cheer-off—"

"I don't want a cheer-off, and I most certainly do not want to be co-captain." Marissa stresses, glancing at Emily. "She deserves being captain, and you should keep it that way."

Emily, on the other hand, still didn't know how to react after finding out that her best friend was co-captain, who didn't even tell her. But, something seemed fishy with how this is all turning out. Knowing her, she wouldn't accept even that co-captaincy position. Yet, why does this all seem to fit perfectly? At the end of the day, what Marissa did, it wasn't important anymore. All that matters is that she becomes Captain again. I'll do whatever it takes.

The Coach looks at them intently, back and forth, and she knows it's time to set things straight. "Since you're telling me how I should run my Cheerios, this is how it's going to be. The most important virtue I value the most is loyalty."

She leans forward, facing Emily, looking at her directly in the eye. "You really think you deserve to be the captain of this team?" The Latina stands, not breaking their eye contact. "Yes Coach."

The Coach leaned on her seat and sighed. "Then…prove it." Emily smirks at her, folding her arms. She knew what to do.

"Fine. I'm quitting New Directions."

Author's Note:

Dun dun dun! Finally after 2 and a half weeks I have updated! Sorry to keep you readers waiting! So, if you think you have forgotten how this story goes, you could always go back to reading the previous chapters. I hope this is still a satisfying read for you guys. :)

Discussing the things here, I hope you don't mind that I added another Cameron/Marissa kiss. It's all for stirring up the drama. And I also hope you liked the addition of Fondue for Two with of course Lord Tubbington, who I think is one of the cutest cats ever! I hope we get to see him at Glee's next episode, and it sucks that we have to wait until November. Also I added Jacob Ben-Israel, for some reporter antics and rumor spreading. Speaking of Glee, I am really enjoying the consistent storylines so far, and since I'm a bit of a spoiler freak, I can't wait until the rest of the episodes are aired. Exciting stuff I must say.

Now, back to the chapter, I felt that it's been so long since I added a cliffhanger, so I hope this is one of sorts for all of you. I'm not sure if Emily quitting will last long, but it'll sure to spark off a few more plotlines. I'll try to pace up my writing, because I think that my inspiration for writing is slowly coming back to me again (yay inspiration!). Chapter 22 is untitled as of yet, but in there, you guys can look forward to their group number, their reaction to Emily's quitting, and the Damian/Lindsay date, which I know is what some of you are really excited about. The Cameron/Marissa kiss resolution talk will…hmm, you guys just have to wait and see.

Have fun and I hope you all continue to have a nice week!