The Masked Glee Singer

by grlnxtdr29

Blaine Anderson is America's Sweetheart, and the favorite judge of Hollywood's biggest hit, The Masked Singer. His husband, the equally adored Kurt Hummel, has always been there in the audience to support him, but when Kurt has to go out of town for an audition, one of the Masked Contestants gets a little flirty with Blaine. Who is that Masked Man?

2. Group B Intro Week

-GROUP B INTRO WEEK-

"Welcome to week two of the Masked Singer! Tonight, Group B has their chance to take the stage and attempt to stump the judges! And we promise this time, they're all real somebodies. But give it up tonight for The Bullhorn!"

"I'm a winner, and winners never fail. Get out of my way, or get run over!"

"The Mage!"

"I haven't always been too confident in my vocal ability, but I'm here to prove I'm more than just a quickstep!"

"The Butterfly!"

"Like the delicate winged creature I am, I've never been as comfortable making noise as I should be. I'm more confident in my ability to put a song on paper than in sharing it with my voice."

"The Rainbow!"

"Yay! I'm on TV! Lord Tubbington told me to wave to all the invisible people through the camera! Oh, and to make sure I keep my panties on."

"The Vulture!"

"Why a Vulture, you ask? We're at the top of the food chain, baby. The lions may kill the gazelle, but we feast on the lions when they die, just like any other meat."

"And The Black Swan!"

"They say the black swan can be deadly. But so is underhanded sneakiness. I intend to use this competition to prove that even when someone knows you better than they know themselves, you can still lead them astray."

"Now, welcome to the stage, your host, Nick Cannon!"

This week, Nick was wearing a silver-grey suit with black onyx studded shoes. He walked out onto the stage with his secret service and matching onyx studded mask. Cheers erupted from the audience.

"Hello everyone and welcome to the premiere of Group B!" Nick said. There were more cheers from the audience. "Now, before we introduce you to them, we need to say hello to four fine people with the powers of hypothesis! First, you know him from radio and screen, give it up for award winning singer and actor, Blaine Anderson!"

Blaine blew kisses to the crowd as a few fans attempted to reach for him from the railings on the higher level.

"He's been in more roles on stage than you can count, and now chairs the National Show Choir Committee, make some noise for Will Schuester!"

Will gave a little bow and wave, acknowledging the applause, which still didn't match that of his more famous contemporaries.

"And here's the comedian without a degree, everyone's favorite idiot, Pierce Pierce!"

Pierce stood and started bowing like he was worshipping the audience, and honored to be in their presence.

"Finally, we have her Majesty, Queen of NYADA, Carmen Tibideaux!"

Carmen smiled and winked playfully at Nick, before standing and waving to the crowd.

Nick grinned at the panel and turned his attention back to Blaine. "Blaine, we've heard a rumor that for the first time, your husband was unable to be here tonight. Why is that?" There was a sound of disappointed ahhhs from the crowd.

Blaine smiled ruefully at the crowd. "Yes, Kurt stayed home tonight with the flu, unfortunately. I tucked him in with a cup of tea and a stack of Vogue magazines to keep him from getting too bored. He sends you all his love, though."

Nick waited for the audience's cooing at Blaine to die down before he turned to Will. "Will, what are you hoping to see tonight?"

Will leaned back in his seat casually. "I'm hoping to see an unexpected star to rise. Someone that no one would see coming."

"I know we all don't want another Michael Myers," Pierce said. "I don't want to see Jason under any masks tonight either."

Nick laughed along with the audience. "Well, tonight I think you may both just get your wishes. Six all new Masked celebrities are about to grace our stage. They are; The Bullhorn, The Mage, The Butterfly, The Rainbow, The Vulture, and The Black Swan. Will you be able to guess who they are, based solely on their voice? We'll drop you a few hints along the way to help you out. Like this little video now, with clues about The Bullhorn!"

The clip opened to the Bullhorn sitting on some bleachers. "GET OFF MY FIELD!" she yelled before turning in the direction of the camera. "I know how to run a winning team. And no one talks back to me. I haven't had a solid meal since the eighties, but you know what, I feel better than a baby getting its bottom shined." She picked up a pom pom. "You see this thing right here? It won't be long now before they are trademarked by the greatest mother of the basket toss that ever lived. And if you dare to defy me, I'll sue you for every cent you can squeeze out of your baboon ass. I make the winning plays around here. That's how it's always been. That's how it will always stay."

Nick turned back to the camera. "There you have it, folks. The Bullhorn!"

The crowd cheered, although it looked like a few of them were afraid not to. The music began, and The Bullhorn began to sing.

I hate the world today

You're so good to me

I know but I can't change

Tried to tell you

But you look at me like maybe

I'm an angel underneath

Innocent and sweet

Yesterday I cried

You must have been relieved

To see the softer side

I can understand how you'd be so confused

I don't envy you

I'm a little bit of everything

All rolled into one

I'm a bitch

I'm a lover

I'm a child

I'm a mother

I'm a sinner

I'm a saint

I do not feel ashamed

I'm your hell

I'm your dream

I'm nothing in between

You know you wouldn't want it any other way

Just when you think

You've got me figured out

The season's already changin'

I think it's cool you do what you do

And don't try to save me

I'm a bitch

I'm a tease

I'm a goddess on my knees

When you hurt

When you suffer

I'm your angel undercover

I've been numb

I'm revived

Can't say I'm not alive

You know I wouldn't want it any other way

Uuhh, uuhh, uuhh

Uuhh, uuhh, uuhh

Uuhh, uuhh, uuhh

Uuhh, uuhh, uuhh

The audience continued to applaud as The Bullhorn joined Nick before the panel.

"Well Bullhorn, that was something else. You got something there," Nick said, grinning. He turned back to the panel. "Will, what words do you have for The Bullhorn?"

"I think you have a great voice, but maybe just a little too much attitude. You remind me of someone I once worked with who could never admit when they were wrong. I do think you picked the perfect song, however."

Nick frowned slightly at the implication of someone who could never admit when they were wrong. "Blaine, do you have any ideas who The Bullhorn might be?"

Blaine smiled. "She does seem very familiar to me, judging by the attitude and the bleachers and the whole Bullhorn thing. This woman used to terrorize the kids at the one public school I went to. I have to admit, she was a brilliant cheerleading coach, if a bit insane. I'm thinking this could be six time cheerleading championship winning Coach Sue Sylvester."

Nick looked impressed. "Blaine, you have been on such a roll this season with how confident you are on so many people. Madame Tibideaux, what do you think?"

"I agree with Will about the attitude, but I think it may be a well deserved attitude. I think you are definitely among our older contestants this season, so far, and are probably too entrenched in your ways to change. I also agree with Blaine. I've never met the woman myself, but you do remind me of Sue Sylvester."

"Okay, well, Bullhorn, do you have any clues you'd like to share that might help out our panel?"

"Absolutely not. If you can't figure it out without a clue, then you're all just losers."

Pierce got wide-eyed. "You aren't my wife, right?" he asked.

The Bullhorn glared at him. "How dare you insult me like that!"

Nick decided it was time to diffuse the tension. "Okay! Thank you Bullhorn! You can head on back to the bleachers for now. We'll find out later if you have to shout it out or stay hung up in the locker room." Once she was off stage, Nick introduced the next performer. "Up next, he's looking to mesmerize you with his magic. Check out this video of The Mage!"

The video opened to show a dance studio and The Mage made a spin on the floor. "This is where I feel the most at home, most of the time," he said, pointing to the floor. "Of course, my dreams didn't always garner the support I needed and for a bit, I found myself at odds with someone I really care about. But eventually they came around, and so here I am. Vocally, I've never been the most confident, but at least I knew how to follow a beat, and I'm probably a lot better now than I realize. However, this is really just a bit of fun for me, so I'm going to try my best to just enjoy myself and not care so much about the outcome. Having fun is what makes you a real winner!"

Sultry music played, and The Mage danced onto the stage. He was dressed all in black, except for the face, which was a blank white canvas with just the hint of facial features, kind of like the magician known as X. When he began singing the Olivia Newton John classic, the voice was mellow, but still very impressive.

Come take my hand

You should know me

I've always been in your mind

You know that I'll be kind

I'll be guiding you

Building your dream

Has to start now

There's no other road to take

You won't make a mistake

I'll be guiding you

You have to believe we are magic

Nothing can stand in our way

You have to believe we are magic

Don't let your aim ever stray

And if all your hopes survive

Destiny will arrive

I'll bring all your dreams alive

For you

I'll bring all your dreams alive

For you

Through every turn I'll be near you

I'll come anytime you call

I'll catch you when you fall

I'll be guiding you

You have to believe we are magic

Nothing can stand in our way

You have to believe we are magic

Don't let your aim ever stray

And if all your hopes survive

Destiny will arrive

I'll bring all your dreams alive

For you

I'll bring all your dreams alive

For you

The audience cheered, jumping to their feet in appreciation.

Nick was all smiles as The Mage came over to stand next to him. "What a wonderful performance that was! Carmen, what did you think?"

The stately woman smiled. "You are obviously an accomplished dancer, you moved so effortlessly on the stage. As for your vocals, I'm impressed. I think with some professional training, you could really be someone to reckon with."

"Blaine, words for The Mage?" Nick said.

"Wow," Blaine said. "I wish I could dance like that. I have to agree with Carmen. You could really make something of yourself in the music industry with a little training."

Nick was grinning as he turned to Pierce. "Pierce, do you have any words for The Mage?"

"Can you pull a rabbit out of a hat?"

Nick shook his head. "Mage, do you have any clues you can share with the panel to help them out?"

"I've danced with at least one of you."

"My wife!" Pierce shouted, pointing at The Mage. Nick gave him a confused look.

"You're aware this is a guy, right?" he asked. Pierce was shaking his head.

"She has danced with me!"

Nick rolled his eyes. "Alright, audience, give it up one more time for The Mage!" The audience cheered and clapped as The Mage was escorted off the stage. "Alright, let's get back to sleuthing and see what you can figure out about our next performer, "The Butterfly!"

The scene opened in what looked like someone's backyard with The Butterfly perched on a garden fountain. "I've always been something of a shy creature, but I dream of flying high over the world. I've written songs for others to sing, but stepping into the spotlight has always made my stomach flutter. Now, with the mask between me and the audience, maybe I can summon up the courage to let my voice soar."

Lights came up on the stage, revealing a beautiful multi colored Butterfly sitting atop a rose, and a familiar anthem began to play. When the butterfly began to sing, her voice was a little uncertain, but as she progressed, she gained more confidence.

Think of your fellow man

Lend him a helping hand

Put a little love in your heart

You see it's getting late

Oh, please don't hesitate

Put a little love in your heart

And the world will be a better place

And the world will be a better place

For you and me

You just wait and see

I hope when you decide

Kindness will be your guide

Put a little love in your heart

And the world (And the world) will be a better place

And the world (And the world) will be a better place

For you (For you) and me (And me)

You just wait (Just wait) and see

People now, put a little love in your heart

Each and every day

Put a little love in your heart

There's no other way

Put a little love in your heart

It's up to you

Put a little love in your heart

Come on and

Put a little love in your heart

You've got to

Put a little love in your heart

The audience was awed, and were swaying along to the song, and gave her a loud round of applause as the song came to an end.

"Butterfly, I think it's clear you really have nothing to be afraid of," Nick said as she joined him in front of the panel. "Will, what are your thoughts on The Butterfly?"

"Amazing performance. If you do this well on someone else's music, I wonder what you would sound like doing your own songs? I also wonder, if you have written music for others, have we maybe heard any of them?" The Butterfly gave a little shrug.

Nick smiled and turned to Carmen. "Madame Tibideaux, your thoughts?"

"I'll tell you the same thing I tell so many others. If you are meant to be a singer, then just sing. And girl, you are meant to be a singer."

"Blaine, do you have any ideas who might be behind The Butterfly mask?"

Blaine smiled. "Well, I've never actually met this woman in person, so I don't know what her voice sounds like, but from a few of the clues, I think they may actually have written a song for me. I haven't recorded it yet, it's going to be on my next album, and if this is who I think it is, I may just beg my producer to make it a duet. I think this may be the awesome songwriter who is just starting to make a splash in the industry, Miss Marley Rose."

"Very insightful Blaine," Nick said. "Miss Butterfly, do you have any clues to offer our panel?"

"Well, it is true I did write a song for one of you."

"Did you write a song for my wife?" Pierce asked.

Nick rolled his eyes. "Pierce, did you forget your wedding anniversary again? Is that why you keep bringing up your wife?"

"No," Pierce said, shaking his head. "I don't think so. She just hasn't been home all day."

"Pierce, she's sitting where Kurt usually sits," Blaine pointed out.

Pierce looked up at the spot in the audience. "Oh," he said. "Then she must have duplicated herself to perform like I must have last week."

"You've thought every performer tonight has been your wife, but whatever," Nick said. "We'll see The Butterfly again at the end of the show. Give her another round of applause!" The audience cheered again as she waved and made her way off stage. "Now, check out this package from The Rainbow. Can you spot any clues?"

A pristine bedroom appeared on the screen, with light shining brightly through the window. A large grey tabby cat lay sprawled out on the bed. On a table next to the bed was set up a fondue pot. "Hi, I'm Roy G. Biv, and this is Fondue for Rainbows. Also, say hi to the ambassador of colors, Lord Tubbington. Today we're here to discuss the past, and the update to my talk show from high school. I wanted to have a special guest, but no one was available to come over the rainbow, even though I said they could ride The Unicorn. So, it's just me and the ambassador of colors. We're here to make your world so much brighter and just remember, it's us who run this world."

"Ladies and gentlemen, The Rainbow!"

(Girls!)

Ain't that about a bitch?

(Girls!), this song is dedicated to all the incredible women

That opened up the doors for me

Thank you so much ladies

(Girls!), do we have any strong women out there tonight?

Sing along

Girls, we run this mutha (yeah)

Girls, we run this mutha (yeah)

Girls, we run this mutha (yeah)

Girls, we run this mutha (here we go)

Who run the world? (Girls)

Who run the world? (Girls)

Who run the world? (Girls)

Who run the world? (Girls)

Who run this mutha? (Girls)

Who run this mutha? (Girls)

Who run this mutha? (Girls)

Who run this mutha?

Who run the world? (Girls)

Who run the world? (Girls)

Who run the world? (Girls)

Who run the world? (Girls)

Some of them men think they freak this

Like we do, but no they don't

Make your check, come at they neck

Disrespect us, no they won't

This goes out to all the girls

That's in the club rocking the latest

Who will buy it for themselves and get more money later

I think I need a barber (barber)

None of these niggas can fade me (fade me)

I'm so good with this, I remind you, I'm so hood with this

Boy, I'm just playing, oh come here, baby

Hope you still like me, f-u, pay me

We teach girls to shrink themselves, to make themselves smaller

We say to girls, "You can have ambition, but not too much

You should aim to be successful, but not too successful

Otherwise, you will threaten the man"

We raise girls to see each other as competitors

Not for jobs or for accomplishments

But for the attention of men

Feminist

The audience had once more been impressed by not only the singer's voice, but their dance moves, and cheered enthusiastically at the end of the song.

"Well, that was quite a show by The Rainbow!" Nick said. Before he could even start to question the panel, Pierce blurted something out.

"It's Britney Spears!" he shouted, pointing at the masked burst of color.

"At least he doesn't think you are his wife," Will said.

"I'm my own mom?" the rainbow asked.

Blaine almost choked. He knew exactly who this was, of course. If the rambling video hadn't given it away, the cat would have. This was Lord Tubbington the Second, of course, not the same cat she'd had in high school.

Nick was looking perhaps more confused than ever but he shook it off and turned to The Rainbow with a smile. "Do you have any clues for the panel, Rainbow?"

She raised a hand and waved. "Hi, daddy!" was all she said.

"Okay, well. Give The Rainbow a little more love, and we'll see her at the end of the show." The crowd cheered for the masked singer, although many of them now had a perplexed expression on their face.

"Now here's a look into The Vulture's nest. See if you can spot the clues."

The room was dark, with shades of blue. There were several different trophies set against a wall, none seen clearly, despite being highlighted in spotlights. There was a white grand piano in the center of the room. "I take my spotlight very seriously. As you can tell from all my awards, I've always been a winner. I'm not afraid to stomp on the little people and let's face it, I'm always going to be the frontrunner here. When I win this show, no one is going to be surprised because second place doesn't exist in my world. I don't care how talented anyone else thinks they may be, I'm always the one to beat. And that's why outside my success, I have people to do my dirty work, like knocking you out of my nest."

"Here they are, kicking butt and taking names, The Vulture!"

A flash of lightning lit up the stage, accompanied by a clash of thunder, as The Vulture strutted on stage.

Living easy, living free

Season ticket on a one-way ride

Asking nothing, leave me be

Taking everything in my stride

Don't need reason, don't need rhyme

Ain't nothing I would rather do

Going down, party time

My friends are gonna be there too, yeah

I'm on the highway to hell

On the highway to hell

Highway to hell

I'm on the highway to hell

No stop signs, speed limit

Nobody's gonna slow me down

Like a wheel, gonna spin it

Nobody's gonna mess me around

Hey Satan, payin' my dues

Playing in a rocking band

Hey mama, look at me

I'm on my way to the promised land, woo

Don't stop me, eh, eh, ooh

I'm on the highway to hell

On the highway to hell

I'm on the highway to hell

On the highway to

Yeah (highway to hell)

I'm on the highway to hell (highway to hell)

Highway to hell (highway to hell)

Highway to hell (highway to hell)

And I'm going down

All the way

Whoa

I'm on the highway to hell

The audience roared their approval as The Vulture confidently strolled over to join Nick in front of the judges.

"Blaine, wise words for The Vulture?"

Blaine frowned. "I will admit you are very talented, but the personality just rubs me a little raw. Sometimes it's not a good idea to be so aggressive. You'll get typecast, and no performer wants that."

Nick turned to Will. " What do you think, Will? Any idea who this might be?"

Will set his pen down on his notebook, where he'd been taking notes. "Actually, I do have an idea who this could be. And it's ironic that Blaine mentioned the attitude, because I've said something very similar to this person. And after what happened, I'm surprised he never took my advice to tone it down. It's unpleasant getting knocked off your pedestal, and you'd think after being expelled for cheating, you'd learn your lesson, Jesse St. James."

"Some harsh words from Mr. Will Schuester there. Vulture, do you have any clues to give the panel?"

The Vulture looked between the judges before raising his mic and saying, "One of you actually had the guts to say no to me."

Nick looked thoughtfully up at the panel. "Does that help any of you?"

"Assuming Will is correct, and you are in fact, Jesse St. James," Carmen said, "Then it makes perfect sense to me, as I felt that Mr. St. James was not quite right for NYADA."

"Well, we'll find out later if you'll get the chance to see if you are correct. For now, give it up once more for The Vulture."

The audience cheered as he left the stage. "We have one more performance tonight. Let's see what we can learn about The Black Swan."

The scene opened to The Black Swan standing by a pool with a towel around their neck. On a table beside him there was a magazine, and what looked like a tall iced coffee cup. "You know, I'm not the only one who started out as a small chicklet in a large pond, but I am one of the few that really kissed those waters goodbye, and am now sailing higher than I ever imagined! I've found success in not one, but two professions, but music was always a part of my life. People said I was a talented singer, but they didn't know what to do with my unique talent. My voice didn't fit the usual norm, so I was constantly pushed to the back. It's not easy to keep your neck out when you feel underappreciated. Thank my lucky stars I had the support of the most important people and that's how I became who I am today! Now I am here to show people that there are more sides to me than they can see."

The Black Swan stood in the center of the stage, spotlight glistening off the glossy black feathers of his costume. He wore a dark grey vest, with chains hanging from the pocket. The audience cheered as the music began to play.

Sex bomb, sex bomb, you're a sex bomb uh, huh

You can give it to me when I need to come along (give it to me)

Sex bomb, sex bomb, you're my sex bomb

And baby you can turn me on (baby you can turn me on)

(You know what you're doing to me don't you, I know you do)

Spy on me baby, use satellite

Infrared to see me move through the night

Aim, gonna fire shoot me right

I'm gonna like the way you fight

And I love the way you fight

As he sang, The Black Swan began dancing very provocatively, and the crowd went wild, screaming and reaching for him.

Now you found the secret code I use

To wash away my lonely blues

(Well) so I can't deny or lie

'Cause you're the only one to make me fly

Sex bomb, sex bomb, you're a sex bomb uh, huh

You can give it to me when I need to come along (give it to me)

Sex bomb, sex bomb, you're my sex bomb

And baby you can turn me on (baby you can turn me on)

(You know what you're doing to me don't you, I know you do)

No, don't get me wrong ain't gonna do you no harm, no

This bomb's made for lovin' and you can shoot it far

I'm your main target come and help me ignite

Love struck holding you tight (hold me tight darlin')

Make me explode although you know

The route to go to sex me slow (slow baby)

And yes, I must react to claims of those

Who say that you are not all that

On the sex me slow line, The Black Swan pointed up at the judges.

Sex bomb

Oh, baby, sex bomb sex bomb you're my sex bomb

And you can give it to me when I need to be turned on (no, no)

Sex bomb sex bomb you're my sex bomb

And baby you can turn me on (turn me on)

And baby you can turn me on (turn me on)

Baby you can turn me on (turn me on)

Ooh baby, you can turn me on (turn me on)

Baby you can turn me on, ooh (turn me on)

Baby you can turn me on, ooh

Baby you can turn me on

Well, baby you can turn me on

The audience was screaming and nearly rioting as the song came to an end.

"I think even I need a cold shower after that one," Nick said, fanning himself. "Let's go to the judges! Pierce!"

"Okay, so you're obviously not my wife." There were oohs in the audience at that. And Whitney Pierce shouted something no one could make out.

Nick shook his head and looked at Carmen. "Madame Tibideaux?"

Carmen fanned her face. "Whoever told you your voice was too unusual should be slapped. Hard. You really are extremely talented. And damn, you got the moves!"

"Wow Carmen, wow. I've never seen an act that made you come undone like that," Nick said. "Will, how about you? Did you pick up on any clues?"

Will looked a little shell shocked as he realized how many students he'd failed to encourage because he didn't understand how to handle their unique and outside of the box voices. "Um, first I feel like I should apologize. I might have been one of those people. Sometimes it's just not easy to understand how to utilize every voice, and for that I am sorry. Every voice should be offered the chance to shine."

"Wow, a lot of self reflection there. Before we go on, Black Swan, do you have anything to tell the judges?"

The Black Swan glanced from one judge to the other before speaking. "One of you turned me down."

"Oh, wonder what that could mean," Nick said. "Blaine, does that do anything to help you figure out who this might be?"

Blaine felt a bit guilty, for two reasons. First, he couldn't stop himself from getting just a little aroused by that performance. He felt guilty for having that kind of reaction to anyone other than Kurt. And now he felt even guiltier, because, yes, that clue did bring someone to mind. He cleared his throat (and adjusted his pants discreetly,) and spoke. "Um, well, it could be Sebastian Smythe, who I turned down back in high school."

The Black Swan suddenly shook his head back and forth and gestured to himself before taking a stance, where he was leaning to one side with a hand on his hip and his eyes seemed to be staring directly at Blaine.

"I don't think The Black Swan likes that answer very much," Nick said to Blaine. The host turned back to the camera. "Okay, it's time to unmask one of our celebrities. Audience, and judges, go ahead and vote for your favorite performance tonight. The Singer with the lowest score will lose their head and be sent home."

All of the contestants had joined Nick and The Black Swan on the stage as the audience and the judges all put in their votes for who they thought had the best performance.

"The votes are in!" Nick said a few moments later. "The singer who will have to remove their mask tonight is…" And here he paused for dramatic effect, just like he always did. "The Bullhorn!"

The crowd let out some awes as The Bullhorn stepped forward somewhat reluctantly, as though she was not quite accepting of being the first voted out of Group B.

"Bullhorn, it's been a pleasure to have you on this stage. The rest of you are safe for the week and can keep your masks on. We'll see you again in the Group B Play-offs!" Nick said. He turned to the panel of judges. "Now, before we reveal who is under the mask, panel, I need your final guesses. Let's start with Will. Who do you think is under this mask?"

Will leaned forward a little. "I think I'm going to go with what Blaine said earlier and say Sue Sylvester."

"Okay, Pierce?" Nick said, moving on.

"I'm pretty sure it's not my wife. Maybe it's that scary lady from my daughter's wedding, Sue Sylvester."

"Carmen, who do you think this is? You agreed with Blaine earlier, are you going to stick with your guess or change your mind?"

"I'm going to stick with my earlier assessment and go with Sue Sylvester."

"Blaine, are you going to stick with the other judges on this, or are you going to change your mind?" Nick said, turning to Blaine.

Blaine just smiled and shrugged. "I have to go with my gut and say Sue Sylvester."

"Alright Bullhorn, you know what to do, it's time to reveal who you are. Audience! Say it with me!"

As The Bullhorn started pretending to struggle with the mask, everyone in the studio started chanting, "Take it off! Take it off! Take it off!"

It was a few moments before Nick swooped in and went to help The Bullhorn to pull the mask off and reveal…

"It's national champion cheerleading coach and candidate for Vice President, Sue Sylvester!" The audience cheered as the judges stood and applauded. "Sue, do you have anything to say?"

"The winner takes it all," she said with a shrug and a grin. "You know, it might have worked out more for me if I'd gone with my original idea of trying to be someone other than myself. But Nick, I gotta tell you, I could never be anything but, because I love myself."

"Alright, audience, give it up one more time for the singer formerly known as The Bullhorn, Sue Sylvester!"

As Sue began singing again, this time unmasked, the credits rolled, playing the episode out.