Blaine's POV

"Excellent job, again, everyone on the Halloween halftime show. How cool was it to have many other people performing with you?"

"It was an honor to perform next to Rachel Berry." McKayla says.

"It was cool to perform with the other Cheerios." Dana says.

"It was more than we're used to." Simon says.

"Yes, it was. But it was fantastic. But, now, we have bigger things to worry about...Regionals."

"Mr. B., for Regionals, what will the numbers be?"

"Uh, I haven't fully figured out the set list yet, but-"

"I mean the song styles. Group numbers? Solos? Duets?"

"I'm still trying to figure that out, McKayla."

"You don't even have the slightest clue?"

"I have a general idea, but, until I pick the set list, I have no idea how the numbers will play out."

"Okay. Just wondering." She leans back in her chair.

Later that night...

"So, Rory, I was think we do these numbers for Regionals. What do you think?" I show Rory the sheets of music.

"No offense, Blaine, but it seems like you always do the same thing for every competition." I look at him, not fully understanding what he means by that.

"What do you mean?" He picks up the first sheet of music.

"You always do either a slow solo or duet, usually, as your opener, and a big group number, and usually, the soloist/the two duet singers from the first peice have another few solos in that song. It's just kinda, you know, predictable." I look at the music then at him.

"That makes so much sense. UGH! We really need to change it up, even if it's just a little."

"Well, I have an idea for the first song, if you want to hear it."

"Go for it."

"Well, " he ruffles through a folder on the piano and hands me some sheet music, "I was thinking this could be our opener. It's fun, happy, and you could do several things with it." I look over the music and smile.

"It's a great idea, Rory, and I know just how to do it."

The Next Day, Glee Rehearsal...

"So, last night, Rory and i came up with a final set list for Regionals, and, we have a solo as our opener."

"Will I be singing it, Mr. B.?" McKayla asks waving her raised hand in the air. I look at her and turn to the rest of the class.

"Actually, I was thinking our lead in the musical could sing it." I gesture to Kris and everyone looks at her. She looks around, sitting up slightly in her chair.

"Me? You want me to sing a solo at Regionals?"

"What do you say, Kris?" She looks around once more and smiles.

"Okay, I'll try." I punch the air next to me.

"Awesome!"

"Uh, you'll have to do better than 'try' if you want us to win." McKayla says, turning to face Kris.

Oh no.

Not again.

"Uh, McKayla, I just-"

"And if you want to do good in the musical and not make us all in the cast look like fools, you're going to have to better than 'trying' in general with your overall performance level."

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"I'm saying you kind of act all gloomy and pissed off all the time, and you should probably stop acting like a zombie and start acting like a normal human being."

"What?"

"Face it, Kris, you act like a delinquent. Slouching in your chairs, running around in beat up converse and ripped jeans, trying to intimidate people, I don't care which trans school you learned that from, but here, people don't act like that. Not to mention you curse way too much."

"I do not! And I'm not from a trans school!"

"Whatever. You act like it." Kris starts to lean forward but stops herself.

"Fine. Whatever. I don't care if I do. But, you know, maybe if you stop acting like a stuck up brat maybe you'd understand what it is like to everyone else who isn't you. Not all of us have it as easy as others." Kris stands up and walks out of the classroom. I turn and glare at McKayla, who sits there, almost looking smug.

"McKayla, what the hell was that?"

"Sir, watch your profanity! We are in a-"

"I don't care. Glee is about connecting, accepting, becoming friends with one another, not trying to get rid of them."

"I'm not. I'm being honest. In America I have a right to free speech."

"I know, but it doesn't give you the right to tear others down." The bell rings and I roll my eyes.

"Class dismissed."

"I know it's a huge favor to ask, but I can't get through to her. And I thought, you know, maybe her idol could." I'm sitting with Rachel in my office, talking about the mishap in Glee.

"I'll try, Blaine, I am known for being incredibly helpful and inspiring to others." I smile and shake my head.

Classic Rachel.

"Thanks. Let's just hope this works."

The Next Day...

"McKayla, could you come here please?" I pull her aside after Glee rehearsal. Luckily, no problems occurred during class.

Thank God.

She nods and walks over to me.

"Is this about a potential solo for me at Regionals or another moment to shine somewhere else?" She asks.

"Uh, no." I lead her to my office and open the door. She shrieks when she sees who's inside.

"OMG, Rachel Berry! What are you doing here?" Rachel pats the spot of the coach next to her.

"To talk to you. Please sit."

Rachel's POV

I have to admit, this girl practically worships me.

I honestly love it.

She fixes her blazer, skirts, and headband before plopping down on the couch next to me.

"Well, what is it you want to discuss? Performance tips? Fan club info?"

"No. Behavior." McKayla frowns.

"What?"

"It has been brought to my attention that you have been rude to fellow Glee members. That's not how Glee kids act. That's not how STARS act." I explain.

"But it's the truth!"

"Doesn't matter. The fact is, McKayla, that if you really want to be remembered here as I'm remembered here as a renowned performer, you have to change how you treat other people. I learned a lesson in that, as well as many of the other glee members, including Blaine." McKayla looks down at the ground.

"I understand." I smile. McKayla looks upset though.

"Good." I tap her on the shoulder. "Now, how about a hug?" McKayla's face brightens up as I pull her in. I pull back and look her in the eyes.

"Now, be the 'Berry' best McKayla you can be!" McKayla laughs and exits Blaine's office.

Blaine's POV

McKayla walks out of my office, and appears to be in a great mood.

Rachel walks out and I meet her.

"So?"

"I think it went rather well. Let me know if you need any more help, okay?"

"Okay." She leaves the choir room.

She seems confident in her work.

I just pray that it worked.