One of the downsides to being a Cheerio is that we only cheer for two of the teams at this school, the football team and the basketball team. It really sucks for me because of the football games that we have to cheer at, I can never go see Zeke play in a soccer game, and soccer season ends in November which is fast approaching. Football season is ending too, but not soon enough.

I enter the choir room and take my seat next to Santana. She was already there and so was most of the club. Kurt and Tina are the last to enter the room, they don't even make it to their seats before Mr. Schue starts talking.

"Alright, guys, Let's get down to business. First, let's welcome back Noah Puckerman. Puck, I hope your time in juvie has taught you a lesson or two about right and wrong."

"Are you kidding me? I ruled that place. All I did was crack skulls and lift weights all day," Puck explains.

"Wow. What a catch. Can't believe I ever let you go," Quinn sarcastically adds.

"And now, drumroll, Finn because I have in my hand, our competition for Sectionals next month. First, the a cappella choir from the all-boys private school in Westerville, the Dalton Academy Warblers."

"You have got to be kidding me," I say aloud without realizing it.

"There a problem, Amelia?" Mr. Schue asks.

"Uh...no, no problem at all," I tell them, except there is a problem, my best friends are apart of the Warblers and now we have to compete against each other and not together.

"And the other team to beat, the Hipsters, a first-year club from the Warren Township continuing education program. Now, they are a glee club composed entirely of elderly people getting their high school G.E.D.'s" Mr. Schue finishes explaining.

"Is that legal?" Rachel asks.

"How are we supposed to compete against adorable old people? Mercedes questions.

"Are you kidding? Brittle bones. Give one of those old ladies a good luck pat on the rear, it'll shatter her pelvis," Puck explains.

"Moving, on. Since it seemed to get you guys jazzed about sectionals last year, I want to make this week our second annual boys versus girls tournament. So, split up into two groups and figure out what songs you're gonna sing," Mr. Schue states.

We all go to our respective groups and start planning. Mr. Schue turned his back us and then Rachel started talking.

"I have mashup ideas in my emergency mashup list."

Kurt walked over to the girls' team and was listening for a bit before Mr. Schue who wasn't even watching us, said something.

"Kurt, gonna say it again. Boys' team."

Kurt seemed upset at this but made his way over to the boys' team. When we were dismissed from the choir room to head to class, I saw Zeke waiting for me by the door to my first-period.

"Hey, I can talk to you?" Zeke asks me

"What about?"

"You're friends with Kurt right?"

"Yeah, why?"

"I saw walking with, I think it was Tina, and Karofsky shoved him into a locker, does this happen often?"

"I don't know, I mean I know that some of the guys at his school give him, mostly Karofsky and Azimio but I didn't know it was physical," I explain.

"Well, if it wasn't physical before, it is now,"

We both went to our classes after that, but we talked about it again during Chemistry.

"I talked to him before second-period," Zeke tells me as he takes his seat.

'What did he say,"

"Nothing much, just that it is no big deal,"

"What did you tell him?"

"I told, that I've seen how bad stuff like this can get and that I might be able to help get it to stop. He said that it's not a big deal and then I told him having some help is better than having none," Zeke explained.

"Huh, I may talk to him during lunch,"

When it was time for lunch, and I was sitting at the glee table, I sat next to Kurt. I leaned into him and whisper so only he could hear.

"Kurt, can we talk about what Zeke saw?"

"There's to talk about,"

"Yes, there is. Bullying should be taken lightly, not by the victim and not by the staff at this school,"

"Doesn't matter, it does get taken lightly,"

"Look, I know we aren't close, but I think you should pay a visit to Dalton Academy. My best friends go there, and there is a zero bullying tolerance," I explain.

"Dalton Academy, as in our competition?"

"Yes, our competition,"

"That would explain why freaked out a little this morning, are your friends part of the Warblers?"

"Yes, they are, and this will be our first time competing against each other,"

"Ahh, look, Amelia, I may go look into Dalton, but there is nothing much that I can do about Karofsky,"

After that Kurt got up and left the cafeteria. When lunch was over, Kurt was already in the choir when everyone else entered it.

"I'm not tossing the baby out with the bathwater here," Mr. Schue starts.

"I've totally done that," Brittany states.

"We're just making an adjustment. Boys, you are now doing songs traditionally sung by girl groups. And, girls, try some classic rock. The Who, The Stones. The more opposite your choice, the more points you get," Mr. Schue finishes.

"Don't worry gentlemen. I have this under control," I hear Kurt state as we split up into our groups

"I know just what we should do," I tell Rachel as all the other girls take a seat.

"What is it?" she asks.

I tell her what it is, and we speak to our group about it, but they just seem uninterested. So I left to get something out of my locker when I saw Kurt in the hallway.

"Amelia, you know how you recommended that I check out Dalton?"

"Yeah, what about it?"

"Well, I think I will"

"Kurt, that's amazing, Dalton is an amazing place, one the best schools in this area,"

"Your friends that go there, what are they like?"

"Jeff and Nick, are absolute sweethearts. They're dating and have been since 8th grade, they love it at Dalton,"

"Wait, did you just say that they are dating?"

"Yeah, and nobody at Dalton cares, they get treated with respect,"

"What else about them?"

"Jeff is tall and blond. He's my dance partner. Nick is about the same height as you, he has dark brown hair. Both of them dance, but Jeff more so. I met them when I was five at a dance class, we've been best friends since, they know everything about me, and I know everything about them," I explain.

"Thanks, Amelia."

"No problem, Kurt,"