Episode 2

"Tut tut tut," Holly Holliday shook her head with mirth as the camera panned towards her, hand on a chin. "Appears that our up and rising Broadway starlet didn't get off with the group too well…"

The camera cut to her smirking face.

"That's gotta take a huge hit on her inflated ego. Meh. She has too much anyway."

The camera cut back to a medium shot.

"But that is okay, chicos y chicas! The house is not going to stay at 7 people for too long, because… yes, you guessed it, we have a new contestant!"

"William. Michael. Schuester." A tall, greying blonde woman in tracksuits stood before the camera with unrelenting, cold blue eyes. "Ah yes, I like to call him buttchin."

"I will be playing him, yes you heard me right. But the catch?" She raised her eyebrows in complacent nonchalance. "I'm not playing to win."

"You see, this man has this addiction to vests, hair gel, and Journey songs. Also seems to have no friends of his own age. Oh yes, he is a real person."

"I'll be playing to shame him," she says with conviction. "William is a man who thinks he has charm and charisma. Well, let's see how that hits with the ladies, huh?"

"I'm excited to be playing as William Michael Schuester. I'm Sue Sylvester, and that's how Sue sees it." She curls her hand in a 'C' shape before the camera pans away and fades to black.

"Hmm…" Quinn hummed tunefully as she sizzled up some bacon. She was very much aware that the camera was tracking her every move and she had been told by the producers to 'be interesting', so what could be more interesting than eating her favourite food ever?

"I think yesterday went pretty well," she said in a monologue as she placed strip after strip of bacon onto the plate, before setting to work at cutting a bagel in half through its height. "People don't seem to hate me, they seem to like me through my profile picture even though admittedly it's not my most flattering picture… but then I'm not even that pretty so…"

She whistled as she lifted the meticulously set plate before moving to the table, starting to eat her meal with poise.

"I think that I have made a real connection with that Santana girl," Quinn mumbled to herself, feeling her lips curve up just at the thought of the gorgeous brunette. "The thing is, she might not seem like it and snarks out everybody before they have the chance to get to really know her, but if you do? She is a kind person and she's also pretty funny and charming… if she really is who she is, damn!"

"If I was gay I might even consider asking her out!" Quinn giggled before continuing to eat her meal.

After a few minutes of her just eating elegantly, Quinn decided to check on the other members of the house.

"Circle?" she called as she set down her fork. "Take me to the main screen, please."

There was a zooming sound, and soon she was faced with the familiar faces of the other contestants. But she didn't like to think of them as contestants, she wanted to be friends with them! Not the douchebags though, she'll probably try to be bold today and flirt with the girls. She was playing a lesbian, after all!

She hoped her acting skills were up to the test.

"Oh my, Santana no longer has a blue tick next to her name!" Quinn gasped. "Wait, does that mean… she's not influencer anymore?"

"I don't know if that's a good or a bad thing," Quinn contemplated. "The good thing is that I can play for the influencer spot today, I came third yesterday so maybe I can get to the top if I play my cards right. The bad thing… Santana isn't an influencer anymore! I want her to be influencer again because I think she really has what it takes to win and if she stays on top, as long as I keep up my connection with her I think she will be able to keep me safe."

"Wait, who is that man?" Quinn leaned closer to the television screen as she spotted a new contestant on the top left corner. It was of a man with gelled-back hair, pulling up his shirt to show his abs… or lack thereof.

"What is this man on?" Quinn laughed incredulously as she pressed into his profile.

"William Schuester…" Quinn read under her breath, and when her eyes trailed down they widened in horror.

"All my homies like them abs…" Quinn's jaw dropped. "Sure you do too, lasses! Winking emoji… I'm William Michael Schuester, creature of the night!"

"What in holy heavens…" Quinn gasped. "Is this man real? God he either is very clever or very stupid… what is that profile picture and what is that bio!?"

Quinn blinked and clicked off his profile before she could be scarred anymore.

"Or maybe he's being sabotaged…" Quinn suggested after a while. "The person behind this pfp is a catfish and William Schuester is a real person, and they're like mortal enemies in real life so the person came on with intent to embarrass. I don't know. We'll see as the day progresses, I guess."

Invite to chat from Sam

"Oh, someone wants to talk to me already!" Quinn clapped her hands. "At least it isn't a douche so I'm more than happy to chat! Accept!"

Sam: How you holding up, Lucy?

"Oh yeah, I'm Lucy, I nearly forgot!" Quinn giggled.

Lucy: Not so bad! How about you?

Sam: Not going to lie, a little guilty with what happened yesterday. I mean Rachel deserved it, but it still sucks knowing you kicked somebody out.

Lucy: I totally understand! Do you think she was real?

Sam: I think so. I mean she kept on self-promoting the whole day yesterday about her "rising" Broadway career, who would do that if they were catfishing?

Lucy: You make a very good point! Who do you think she went to yesterday?

Sam: If I had to guess, almost certainly Santana. Those two had some bad blood yesterday haha.

Lucy: Seriously? Damn I didn't know! Have you two spoken ever since you both decided to kick out Rachel?

Sam: Yeah, Santana spoke to me a bit earlier today. She was talking about you, actually.

Lucy: Really!?

Sam: Yeah, she kept on going on about how sweet you were and encouraged me to talk to you, she wants us to form some kind of an alliance.

Lucy: No way! I'm so flattered!

Sam: So are you up for it? I mean it would be the top three scoring yesterday, we'd be unstoppable.

Lucy: Of course! I'm so glad you asked and I'm super happy to be making friends here!

Sam: I'm super happy too! Anyway I'm going to get breakfast talk to you later!

Lucy: You too!

Sam has left the chat

"This is going very well!" Quinn sung as she walked over to the stove and got out another pack of bacon from the fridge. "People want to be my friend, and Santana, wow, she is such a sweetie pie! Who would've thought, huh?" she laughed one last time before throwing a strip into the pan.

The screen suddenly blared: ALERT.

"Ooh, we've got an alert!" Quinn said, walking back to the TV. "And…" she read off the screen. "Rachel has left a video for us! Ooh, let's watch it!"

Quinn pressed a button on her remote.

"I can't believe you kicked me out!" a short brunette screamed at the camera which made Quinn cringe. "Do you not know who I am?" she pointed at herself. "Rachel Barbra Berry! The most talented singer out of all of you!" she did a quick riff to emphasize her point. "And I swear to god, the person who kicked me out should be very ashamed of themselves, and when I'm rich and famous I'm blacklisting you! Santana, I'm speaking directly to you! I will cancel your Latina ass so–" The camera cut off midsentence as the time was up.

"Well, jeez," Quinn mumbled.

When Three Makes Four

Mike: Hi guys! Any reason why I'm here?

Santana: Oh Sam, you talked to Lucy already?

Sam: Yeah I did Santana! Welcome everybody, and hi Mike, I just created this group because I kind of want us all to form an alliance.

Mike: Oh… I see what you're doing here! Are both Santana and Lucy on board with this though?

Santana: I'm on board as long as you stab my back first.

Lucy: I'm on board too! And um Santana… does that imply you're going to backstab later?

Sam: Santana?

Santana: So how are you guys feeling after the Rachel video? Pretty funny I'd say.

Sam: I don't know… it kinda made me feel bad.

Mike: I think it was a bit over the top but I understand her emotions. But then she shouldn't have come self-promoting in our GC.

Lucy: Yeah Rachel seems a bit out there. Speaking of which, have you seen her replacement? William?

Santana: Ugh, that man's gross and has zero game. He seriously thinks he has abs?

Mike: I think he's a catfish. He's being sabotaged by the person behind his profile for humiliation purposes.

Lucy: Exactly my thoughts!

William has joined the chat

William: I sense people talking about me! Heyyyy ladies! Santana, wanna be my… creature of the night?

Santana has left the chat

Sam has left the chat

Lucy has left the chat

Mike: Sorry, William, but I think you have gotten off the wrong foot with all of us.

Mike has left the chat

William: Success.

"Alert!" Quinn called when she finished her bacon spaghetti carbonara she made for lunch. "Ooh, I wonder what game we have to play today!"

The screen read: Confident.

"Confident?" Quinn echoed. "Hmm, never heard of that! Let's see the rules…"

The screen transitioned to one of text: a prompt would be displayed on the screen and you would have to guess a range your answer lies in. If the real answer lies in the range and your range is the smallest, you win that round. Whoever gets the range furthest from the answer will be immediately eliminated. Whoever gets two points first or is the last person remaining becomes an influencer. Will you play it safe, or go for broke?

"Ooh, this sounds so fun!" Quinn clapped her hands eagerly. "And whoever wins this becomes an influencer immediately? Wow! Let's hope my um, general knowledge is there!"

"Oh, here comes the first question!"

How many quills does a hedgehog have?

"What?" Quinn squealed. "How on earth am I supposed to know that?

"Um… I'll guess… from 1,000 to 2,500. I think it's more important to get the real answer in the range first and I can work my way down from here."

Answer: 5,000.

"What!?" Quinn's jaw dropped. "Oh god, I was nowhere near!"

Winner is Sam with range 4,000-7,000.

"His range was pretty big, so I think it's more important to get the answer first," Quinn reasoned.

Loser is William with range 0-1.

"Yeah, that's definitely sabotage," Quinn facepalmed.

Question 2: What is the height of Mount Everest in metres?

"Oh my god, I know this one!" Quinn squealed. "But I know the range roughly, not the exact value… um, how big should my range be?" Quinn paused for a short while. "Circle, lock in 8,400 to 9,400. I think a range of 1000 should be able to win it."

Answer: 8,849.

"Yes!" Quinn fist-pumped. "I knew I got it right!"

Winner is Mike with range 8,800-8,900.

"I didn't win?" Quinn's jaw dropped. "Nah, Mike must have known the true answer, ugh, he's smart," she sighed.

Loser is Santana with range 6,000-6,400.

"Oh, Santana…" Quinn shook her head with a laugh. "I guess it really is quite harsh if you don't know the answer.

Question 3: How many bones are there in a human hand?

"I have no clue," Quinn bit her lip, looking at her hand. "Um… I guess you have 3 on each finger… some in your palm… gah I don't know! Circle, um, lock in 20-25."

"It's probably going to be so wrong but maybe I'll get it right!"

Answer: 27

"Oh, so close!"

Winner is Mike with range 27-27.

"He guessed the exact value?" Quinn placed both hands on her cheek. "Oh, he definitely knew the answer. Of course he did."

Mike wins with 2 points. He is now an influencer. And a blue tick appeared next to his name.

"Well played…" Quinn sat back down. "Good thing we got him in our alliance, definitely a good move there."

BFs?

Santana: Lucy?

Lucy: Hey Santana! What's with the chat name?

Santana: Oh.

Santana: Um…

Santana: I know it's only been two days, but I think that we do have the potential to be strong allies. You're really wise and smart and I just want to say I'll never kick you and will defend you if I'm an influencer and you're not. I was just wondering… if you'd do the same for me?

Lucy: Aww, that's so sweet of you! And yes, of course! We're in the same alliance!

Santana: I was wondering if… we could be a bit more than that. Like an alliance in an alliance? We can be like super buddies.

Lucy: Yeah, I'd like that.

Santana: Yeah?

Santana: Well, thank you so much!

Santana: I won't bother you anymore.

Santana has left the chat

"Wow," Quinn whispered as she flopped back on her sofa. "If Santana is real and I was gay, I would definitely want to date her."

"She's beautiful, she's charming, and she's… shy." Quinn closed her eyes dreamily. "I really wish she's real."

"And it's time to vote!" Quinn said enthusiastically. "So since we have one influencer already only number one gets to be influencer… hmm. I don't know who that would be, really."

"So, Circle, lock in Santana as my number 1, she is my sweetheart! And um chuck William at the bottom, he's a bit gross and if he's being sabotaged I don't want the evil person behind that to win anyway."

"Sam goes in number 2, he has been nice to me. I'll put Lord Tubbington in 3 because I have nothing against it, Kurt in number 4 and Archie in number 5 because I haven't actually spoken to them yet. Maybe that's something I can look to tomorrow."

"Lock in!"

After a few minutes, the rankings were finalised.

William

Archie

Santana

Kurt

Sam

Lord Tubbington

"Um… what the hell?" Quinn frowned. "How did the cat win?"

"Maybe it won by being unproblematic and staying away from the crowd, not making any enemies. Maybe that is the way to win this thing.

Influencers

Mike: Um… hi. Can you talk?

Lord Tubbington: Of course Tubbs can talk! He's like the nicest thing, if you ignore his participation in the mafia and his drug addiction.

Mike: So I can assume you're a catfish straight off. Well, interesting play, going in as your… pet?

Lord Tubbington: Just wanted to be different, and it seems to be working!

Mike: Ah, okay. Just wondering, what's your name, if you don't mind sharing?

Lord Tubbington: Not at all! I'm Brittany. I'm 24 and I'm a dancer.

Mike: Dancer? Damn I'd love to meet you one day haha, I used to dance! I work as a software engineer now.

Lord Tubbington: That's so cool! So um, what do you think about who we should get rid of today?

Mike: My vote is on William, he is very suspicious in my opinion.

Lord Tubbington: I agree! So should we kick him?

Mike: Yep!

Circle chat

Lord Tubbington: It is with regret, fellow Americans, that we are saying goodbye to William Schuester today. I'm sorry!

William: Thank you so much!

Lord Tubbington: Um…

William has been blocked from the circle

Mike: Guess we'll never know why William was happy to be kicked.

"I would like to thank you for accomplishing my mission," Sue announced as she strode into Brittany's room.

"Um… I'm sorry?" Brittany hugged her cat closer to her chest as she stood up in confusion.

"Ah, so that's your cat, Lord Tubbington?" Sue said. Brittany nodded. "Well anyway, I came here to tarnish William Michael Schuester's name and it appears I've done a very good job of that. So thank you for blocking me, Will Schuester will never be looked at the same again!"

"Um… I'm glad to help!" Brittany enthused.

Sue nodded before leaning in for a brief hug, and smiled one last time before leaving Brittany's room.

"Hmm…" Brittany hummed. "That was new. Right, Tubbs?"

"Meow," Lord Tubbington mewled.

Confident is a great party game! If you're not sure how it works please tell me.

I hope you enjoyed this chapter!