SOLUTION
Four Weeks Later
A soft, vibrating buzz on his dresser was what woke him up. Finn quickly reached up and over to shut off his phone. He glanced over at the actual alarm clock in his room that he never used. (His mother was his alarm clock on school days.) It was only 5:30 in the morning. This meant Burt didn't wake up for work for another half an hour. He rolled over to try and stir awake the reason why he set his phone to buzz at this exact time. Rachel was still asleep. This wasn't uncommon. Finn wasn't sure why (and neither was Rachel), but she says she's a heavy sleeper everywhere outside of her own home during summer.
They have been doing this for most of the summer. Either he'd sneak over and sleep at her house or she'd sneak over and sleep at his. He preferred it when she slept over here, though. It wasn't fair that she made him sleep on the floor in her room, but she got to share his bed. It was something about just in case her fathers checked on her through the night. Rachel felt it was easier to explain if Finn was on the floor. It was cool, though. Finn never knew how awesome it could be to sleep with someone...because they still totally haven't done anything. Rachel still had a plan and everything. But it was nice to just sleep next to her. Or, you know, below and next to her.
It kind of blew that they couldn't keep doing this, but school started again tomorrow, and then they'd have like responsibilities and stuff. No, actually, this totally sucked. This summer was perfect, and now it was over. That was just like last year. They spent an awesome summer together, and then school destroyed them. School couldn't break them up again this year. They agreed that they only had a year together before she moved to New York and he…did something that was not that. Their last year together needed to be as good as the summers were that they had spent together. They couldn't screw up this year too. That wouldn't be anything like those cheesy romantic comedies that girls love so much.
Finn reached over to poke Rachel in the shoulder again. He waited until she finally awoke.
"Morning." He smiled over at her.
"Five more minutes." She mumbled prompting him to chuckle.
"Rach, we don't have five more minutes. Burt and my mom are going to be up soon."
That got her up until she was sitting upright and flattening out her bed-hair. "Does it look okay?"
"I think you need a brush." He laughed lightly, and she only straightened it out faster. "What are you doing today?"
"Hopefully finalizing the plan for the New Directions'-lack-of-Schuester dilemma."
"Well I'm free later if you want some help or something."
"Okay." She yawned.
"Come on." He gestured toward the door. They really couldn't waste any more valuable time.
It did suck that Mr. Schue no longer taught at McKinley. Rachel checked out The Show Choir Rule Book from the local library, and by league rule, they didn't need an instructor exactly. But they did need someone to represent them. That left the spot up for grabs amongst New Directions on who was going to take over. Finn really wasn't looking forward to tomorrow.
As they were pros at sneaking out by now, Finn and Rachel avoided every loose floorboard and every creak in the stairs. They were totally stealth. This is why they both jumped when they happened to hear the slightest noise behind them on their way through the living room. They took a deep breath and steeled themselves for finally being caught only to turn around and find a panicked Kurt and Blaine. The four quietly laughed at themselves.
This wasn't the first time that this has happened. Kurt and Blaine have been having their own summer sleepovers. The V-Cards in that relationship were still intact as well. Well, Kurt's was. Finn wasn't sure about Blaine pre-Kurt, but it wasn't like he was going to ask. Kurt would use that high, squeaky voice to yell at him like he did on that fishing trip they went on with Burt this summer. (It was to never be mentioned.) And he'd also probably stop bringing him late night snacks. Finn liked snacks.
"Can I walk you to your car?" Blaine asked Rachel. Something else that has happened before.
"Sure. I'm parked around the block."
"Me too. We probably just missed each other last night."
Blaine and Rachel said their goodbyes at the back door and then were on their way. Perhaps if they were normal couples, their goodbyes would have been in the form of a kiss, but Kurt and Rachel each had a no morning-breath rule.
"I can't believe we haven't been found out all summer." Kurt voiced.
"Yeah."
"Would you like some coffee?" Kurt headed over to the home's coffee machine. He didn't see the point in going back to sleep only to get up in a couple of hours anyway.
"No. I don't think I'm up yet." Finn declined, and Kurt rolled his eyes as he watched Finn make himself a bowl of cereal.
Kurt took a seat at the counter next to his step-brother. "So how are you and our favorite diva doing?"
"Good I guess." He shrugged, chewing through a spoonful. "I'm just worried about tomorrow. School always ruins us. You know, there's all this stuff that gets in the way. Like Quinn or Puck or Santana."
"Well at least you'll be going to school with the person you're dating."
Kurt wasn't looking forward to school tomorrow either.
As McKinley High's history would show –if anyone cared to look– its first days were always memorable…or forgettable depending on whom you were talking to. William McKinley High School was a place that took every notorious cliché to the absolute extreme. If you were someone who resided at the top of the social ladder, then this day of the year was generally something to cherish. If you were on the ladder below the actual ladder, then you tended to try and expel all events of this day from your mind. It was this logic that led to Jacob Ben Israel paying close attention to his surroundings on the first day of the 2011/2012 school year. It was important for his blog that he got some inside information today, and because he was on the ladder below the ladder, he decided to only interview those in his social class. Plus, he'd get to talk to Rachel Berry. That's where he decided to start.
"My readers feel that New Directions won't even make it past Regionals this year." Jacob walked next to Rachel, holding out his microphone. Jacob's cameraman filmed everything.
"Well your readers couldn't be more wrong, Jacob. We have experience now. We know what Nationals entail, and I feel that this year will lead to ultimate success. As seniors it's more than time to meet our goals." Rachel walked past him.
"Even though you lost your instructor to a brighter stage?"
Rachel stopped in her tracks and turned back around.
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"What would you say to my readers who feel as if you've gotten increasingly more unlikable since New Directions has started?"
Finn frowned. "Wait. People don't like me?"
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Jacob thrust him microphone in Kurt's face. "Rumors on my blog say that your boyfriend Blaine Warbler has dulled out your personality making you as plain as the rest of your fellow glee members."
"How do people even come up with these things? And that's ridiculous. My boyfriend is not a liability to my personality." He looked into the camera. "Honestly, do you people even hear yourselves?"
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"Sam Evans, is it true that you only cut your hair in order to keep from looking too similar to a certain ex-girlfriend?"
"Um…"
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"So I see the Bully Whips have come back for another year." Jacob observed Santana and Karofsky donning their red uniforms. "Want to explain why I was given the first wedgie of the year a matter of minutes ago?"
"We can't be everywhere." Karofsky dismissed.
"Besides, we're more interested in keeping the friendly gays safe." Santana shrugged then glared. "You got a problem with that?"
Jacob turned to the camera in fear. "Time to cut."
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"My blog is currently running a story that you two are back together on account of the fact that you both were looking pretty cozy at the Westgrove pool last week."
"We're not dating." Artie declined.
"Artie and I are just friends." Tina continued. "You can sit next to someone and still only be their friend. It's 2011. Not everything needs to mean something."
Tina walked them away, pushing Artie's chair down the hall.
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"So why is it that you never seem to date anyone? Is it true that you don't want to be trapped in the STD outbreak that the glee club has become?"
"What? No." Mercedes snapped. "And I could date if I wanted to. I just don't enjoy the drama that goes with it."
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"People just seem to think you're hypocritical now."
"Wait a minute." Finn grinned knowingly. "Is this because I'm glee's male lead and starting quarterback? Because I get that I'm like the leader in everything and stuff, but all the teams I lead are totally equal."
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"Well we're thinking of getting a band together after we graduate." Puck spoke to the camera.
"I'm going to be manager." Lauren nodded.
"It will be awesome. We'll road trip across the country together."
"We're going to be called The Bad Asspiration."
"Remember it." Puck warned the future audience.
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"I really only cut it off because my mom got a diner job, and we had some extra cash that week." Sam mussed the haircut.
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"How do you explain those heterosexual outfits?"
Santana and Karofsky frowned before looking down at their jackets.
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"How come your teeth disappear when you sing?" Jacob asked Kurt.
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"How does it feel to be considered a token Asian?"
"What? Who even said that?" Mike returned, offended.
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"Some of my readers, me, just don't understand why you'd choose to date someone as dumb as Finn Hudson? What do the two of you even talk about?"
"My conversations with Finn are very verbose thank you very much." Rachel defended her relationship. "Why, just the other day we spoke for a good few minutes about why he shouldn't poison himself with the preservatives that are in Push-Pops. Sometimes the differences between two people are what make a relationship so strong, Jacob."
"Yes, but that's also true for similarities." He slung his arm over my shoulder. "So how was Temple this week?" She shrugged off his arm in disgust.
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"No, it's true." Brittany nodded. "Lord Tubbington ran away and then came back home and had babies. We didn't even know he wasn't a boy cat. It was like that show where people from Iowa don't even know that they're pregnant."
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"How did you deal with getting dumped by Finn Hudson for Rachel Berry for a second time?" Jacob asked Quinn as she decorated the inside of her locker door for the year.
"No comment."
"Any plans to run for Prom Queen this year? Do you think you'll lose again?"
"No comment."
"Some people on my blog were wondering why you don't just quit glee all together. Is it because you're afraid the Cheerios won't take you back and have nowhere else to go?"
Quinn closed her locker and turned around to face Jacob and his camera fully. "All I'm going to say is that glee is going to be drastically different this year. You can count on it."
Jacob watched her walk away. He guessed that would have to do.
Not too long after Jacob's morning interviews, Sam approached his secret-girlfriend by her locker. He glanced around before giving her a quick kiss on the cheek.
"So nobody's been slushied today." He grinned. "I'm pretty sure that's some sort of a record."
"Well let's just hope it stays that way." Mercedes agreed.
"Tell me about it."
"Morning, my fellow headliners." Kurt's voice greeted from beside them causing the couple to jump apart. Kurt raised his eyebrows at this action. These two had been acting strange all summer. If it was anyone other than Mercedes, he'd think something was going on between them, but there's no way his best friend wouldn't share these details. They'd have too much fun swapping boyfriend idiosyncrasies.
"Hey man." Sam tried to play it cool. Just because he was a closeted dork doesn't mean he couldn't be cool if he tried, right?
"Any word on who's taking over glee?" Mercedes changed the subject.
This shifted Kurt's attention. "No, but I'm hoping for the new student gym teacher. He looks like someone I could have a muted conversation with and still enjoy talking to."
Teacher boy was actually helping to fix McKinley High's deficiency in physical activity. (Something Sue Sylvester was happy about.) The transfer rate into gym classes had been increasing throughout the day already. Quite the eye-candy. If Kurt didn't loathe gym, he would've considered it himself.
"Why would a gym teacher take over a glee club?" Sam frowned.
"Why would a Spanish teacher?" Mercedes countered.
The pleasant conversation was interrupted when a locker slammed shut behind them causing the three gleeks to flinch. The locker turned out to belong to one of their blonder teammates. Kurt and Mercedes being the gossip queens they are looked on intently while Sam stood by awkwardly.
"I don't get why you're so mad at me." They listened to Santana tell Brittany.
"I'm not mad, Santana."
"Yes you are. I can tell. You keep doing that cute frown thing."
"I just don't understand why you make promises when you don't keep them. It's like telling other people's secrets." Santana was left with her thoughts as Brittany walked away. However, the eavesdroppers were distracted as an irritable Tina walked past, Mike hot on her tail.
"Mike, I didn't break up with you for Artie, okay?"
"Just like you didn't dump Artie for me last year?"
Tina stopped walking to momentarily glare at him. "I can't believe you'd throw that in my face." She stormed away.
"Wait." Mike chased after his ex. "Tina, I'm sorry."
The three turned back to each other.
"Looks like it's going to be an interesting year." Kurt joked unenthusiastically.
Jury was still out on Kurt's prediction for the year, but as far as the day went, it was rather uninteresting. For a McKinley first day, it was relatively uneventful. The resident Bully Whips picked up from where they left off last year and were working in full force. Slushie attacks, potty locks, and dumpster dives didn't occur throughout the day. Not until 1:00 pm did anything remotely interesting happen. Well, interesting for anyone who had any type of attachment to New Directions that is. It was doubtful that this would even ping the rest of the school's radar for a while.
"You want to transfer, here?" Principal Figgins asked Blaine and Ross Anderson over his desk. Blaine nodded eagerly. "Okay, but just so you know we're setting transfer deadlines this year. We cannot keep having kids come in and out of this school like it's a Jamba Juice."
"That's fine. I plan on staying here until after I graduate."
Figgins nodded. "Well Mr. Anderson, your transcripts seem to be in order. I just have some papers for your father to fill out, and then you can start attending here."
He smiled as Figgins passed over a set of papers to his father. His dad put his hand on the pile before speaking. "Look Principal Figgins, my son's…different-"
"I'm gay." Blaine interjected.
"Right," his father nodded uncomfortably, "and he already left one school because students physically attacked him. I need to know that nothing like this will take place here before I enroll him."
"Well, I'm displeased to inform you that we did have similar bullying happen here last year, but we're mending the problem with things like the Bully Whips." Figgins opened his bottom drawer to pull out the handbook and the activities brochure. He passed them over as well. "You can read all about the Bully Whips in your activities brochure, and all about our new no tolerance policy in McKinley High's handbook."
"See Dad, it's just like Dalton." Blaine calmed his father. "Only without tuition." He added for extra insurance. He still looked hesitant.
"If you fill out these forms, your son can join The Class of 2012." Figgins continued. "Just bring him and the forms in tomorrow morning at 7:30. Welcome to McKinley, Blaine Anderson." He smiled at his newest soon-to-be transfer.
Blaine and his dad left the office and walked through the empty halls. They took in the sight of classes in session before the elder Anderson pulled his son aside.
"Are you sure about this, Blaine?" He asked his son. "I know we haven't always agreed on your choices-"
"Dad, being gay isn't a choice. I don't know how many times we have to have this conversation."
Ross sighed. "My point is, is that I'm not just going to stand by and let someone kick the crap out of you again just because you want to go to school with your friend."
"Boyfriend, Dad. Kurt's my boyfriend."
"I know that. You don't have to keep reminding me."
"Clearly I do."
"Watch it." He disciplined. "Blaine, you're still a kid, and some high school relationship isn't worth what you've already gone through."
"Look, Dad, I know you're not okay with everything yet, and I understand that you're trying, I do, but this is something I want to do." He finalized. "Kurt is worth it."
"Fine, but if anything happens, we're getting you back to Dalton, understand?"
"Yes."
"Good."
They began to walk down the hall once again.
"They have baseball in the spring." Ross read from the activities brochure. "That might be good for you."
"Dad." Blaine complained.
"No, I didn't mean it how you think I did. It's just you were so good in little league."
"I'm not playing baseball, okay. I'm going to join the glee club."
He breezed through the paperwork. "But that's not even advertised."
"It's not cool here like it was at Dalton, but they're good. They went to Nationals last year."
Ross folded all the papers in half and tucked them under his arm. "Come on. Let's get back home."
Blaine stopped walking. "Actually, I'd rather just stay here. I can get a ride home from Kurt later."
"Okay. Call me if you change your mind."
"I will." Blaine nodded and said goodbye to his father.
The school day wasn't over for about two more hours, but that gave him more than enough time to get the layout of the school. He had been here a few times so it wasn't like he was completely lost, but he also wanted to figure some things out on his own without Kurt's assistance. It would probably do some good to learn more about this school. As of now the only things Blaine knew about McKinley was that a.) Its glee club was New Directions, b.) Portions of it were homophobic, and c.) If you were in glee or gay or both, you weren't going to have it easy. Not exactly all he wanted to know about his new school. So he figured he'd just walk around and meet some people before surprising Kurt later.
Said surprise turned out to happen just after 3:00 in the afternoon. New Directions began to stroll into the choir room and came in to find Blaine sitting in the chairs. Everyone watched and waited for Kurt's reaction as Blaine was really just an extension of his at this point. No one else was really in the place to ask him what was up.
Kurt walked over to him. "Blaine, what are you doing here? Is everything okay?"
"I just transferred. I officially start tomorrow." Blaine explained.
"You what?"
Blaine did what handgrabbers do and took his boyfriend's hands. "Kurt, we're seniors. We don't know what's going to happen after we graduate, and I really didn't want to spend the year away from you." He shrugged. "If anything happens here because of us dating openly, then we'll face it together."
"Awww." Puck cooed causing Blaine to frown in confusion.
Kurt rolled his eyes. "Ignore him." He told his boyfriend, and Puck just gave him a friendly pat on the back.
"As touching as this is, I believe we have more pressing issues to discuss." Rachel interrupted the moment and gained a few annoyed looks. "Please take your seats so our first meeting of the year can begin." They grudgingly obliged and Rachel prepared for her speech until she noticed they had an absentee. "Where's Quinn?" There were collective shrugs as no one had spoken to the blonde today. "Well someone will have to fill her in later." She positioned herself in the center of the floor. "I've already spoken to Principal Figgins this morning, and he has informed me that none of the faculty members want this job and that Sandy Ryerson is still banned from teaching children. The only other adult I could think of was Miss Holiday, but as she's currently out of the country I feel as if the best option would be for one of us to take over."
"Yeah, I agree with Rachel." Finn walked over to where his girlfriend stood. "We talked about it, and I think this would be best. Rachel and I could totally do this."
"Gross." Brittany shook her head and looked over at Artie. "Why are they always doing that?" Artie only shook his head in agreement.
"Why is it that you two are automatically our leads?" Mercedes cut in. "Kurt and I can sing just as good as Rachel, and there are several people in here better than Finn."
"Hey." Finn was taken aback.
"Mercedes, truth be told there is plenty of talent in this room; especially now that we've acquired Blaine." Rachel agreed. "That being said, Finn and I are the only ones who have ever being willing to take charge."
"Oh don't even go there." Santana warned. "This is just as much our club as it is yours. And at least none of us have ever made out on stage."
"Truth." Lauren nodded once.
"Well we could always try a counsel." Blaine offered. "That's what we had at Dalton. It works, right?" He asked Kurt who immediately smiled and nodded. However, the moment Blaine faced forward again Kurt was vehemently shaking his head and mouthing "no" to Rachel.
"Well Blaine we appreciate the input, and we'll be sure to take your idea into consideration." She lied.
"Why do we even need someone to lead at all?" Mike questioned. "Couldn't we all just make up a democracy or jury or something?"
"You want to vote on who should sing what?" Rachel asked slowly. "I'll never get a solo again."
"Yeah, but not everything's about you or Finn." Sam reminded. "I agree with Mike on this. Why not give it a try?"
"Because it never works." Tina told him. "We'll just vote for ourselves and never turn out a complete verdict."
"Okay, I don't know what she just said, but The Puckerman doesn't vote for anything." Puck said. "That's how the government gets your name."
"You were in juvie. The government already has your name." Mercedes informed him dryly.
"This is the perfect job for Finn and I." Rachel cut in, aggravated.
"Yeah." Santana spoke pointedly. "Says you and Finncompetent."
"Is it always like this?" Blaine whispered to Kurt.
Kurt shook his head, still watching the scene in front of them. "This is actually mild."
"¡Beso mi culo!"
"Or at least it was." Kurt tilted his head to get a better view.
It was at that moment that their normal style of argument started. Everyone spoke their opinions at once until not one of them could be made out. It was amazing that they've all sung halfway decent music together for over two years, Quinn thought as she watched New Directions fight from the doorway.
Quinn went unnoticed as she walked over to their resident drummer. "May I?" She pointed to his drumstick. He was a band member so he didn't say anything and only nodded. She stared down at the closest cymbal for a second before giving it a nice whack. That was something she always wanted to try. The sound gained Rachel's, and by result, the club's attention, but Quinn only watched the cymbal vibrate out. So not as fun as it looks. She handed the drumstick back over. "Thanks."
"Quinn, you're late." Rachel scolded.
Quinn ignored her and spoke to the rest of the club. "If you're interested, I think I have a solution to all of your problems." She looked over to the door she entered through. The rest of the club followed her actions. They weren't exactly thrilled when they witnessed Jesse St. James walk in.
"You changed the cue." The once Vocal Adrenalite chided the girl who entered before him.
"Yours was stupid." Quinn told him.
"You were able to make your grand entrance. I don't see why I couldn't make mine."
Rachel looked over to Quinn. "Your solution is Jesse?" Quinn's expression was stoic as she walked over to lean against the piano. It was Jesse's dumb idea to make a big presentation anyway. She didn't see why she had to do anything.
"Hi Rachel, how was your summer?" Jesse grinned down at her.
Rachel looked over at him. "Um…"
"No frickin' way." Finn cut her off. "This guy isn't going to replace Mr. Schue."
"I'm inclined to agree." Now it was Kurt who gained everyone's attention from his seat in the chairs. "Quinn, while a valiant effort, there's no way Jesse St. James can take over New Directions. We've been down this road before."
"Yes, and what exactly was it that troubled you?" Jesse questioned the group. "I know we've had our differences, but I honestly can't see anything from your perspective. Was it because I know what it takes to win, and you refuse to listen to my expert advice?"
"Yeah or maybe it's because you like to poach eggs on Rachel's head." Finn reminded.
"No, that has nothing to do with it." Santana corrected.
"It's because he plays favorites. Or should I say favorite." Mercedes gestured to Rachel. "He's too busy praising Rachel to stop hatin' on the rest of us."
"Interesting how you interchange constructive criticism with 'hate-ing on.'" Jesse derided.
"Oh, I know he didn't just do that."
"Maybe we all just need to calm down. It's not Jesse's fault he recognizes outstanding talent when it's placed in front of him." Rachel beamed.
"Rachel, sweetie, the ego is becoming tangible." Kurt warned mordantly causing her smile to diminish. "We've placed talent right in front of his face, and he's too busy trying to get in your pants to even pay attention."
"Kurt, Jesse was not trying to, as you put it, get into my pants. He was just doing his job as a judge."
"I imagine because this club is filled with nothing but uncomfortable drama, a percentage of you are here because you want to pursue a life in show business." Jesse ventured. "If you can't respect your critics now, then you're going to be eaten up in the real world. Think of this as practice."
"It's pointless to even listen to biased reviews let alone respect them." Kurt retorted.
"I've been nothing but objective. I'm sorry if you're not actually as good as you feel you are within your own heads."
"Okay fine, Mr. Objective," Santana mocked, "since we all know she's hardly perfect, can you even point out any of our dwarf's many flaws?"
Rachel took a step closer to the chairs. "Santana, as I'm sure Jesse will tell you-"
"She can be too emotional when she performs." Jesse admonished causing Rachel to gape. Jesse took notice of this out of his peripheral, but refused to face her. This was hard enough as it is. "Obviously some type of passion is needed within every performance, but there's a difference between passion and crying during a solo every time something goes wrong in your life."
"Not bad. I hate it when she does that." Santana approved of his assessment.
Artie nodded. "Sometimes that's just awkward."
"I think it's photo-worthy. Highly amusing." Lauren informed.
"To be fair, I've had a rather trying two years." Rachel defended, though no one was listening.
"Okay so you can insult Rachel. That's not exactly something people struggle with. But can you praise the rest of us?" Kurt challenged Jesse.
"Certain members-"
"No. No way." Finn interrupted. "We're not discussing this. He's not staying."
"And who says you speak for everyone?" Quinn questioned. Finn looked back at his ex-girlfriend still leaning against the piano.
"Finn," Rachel turned him back around, "I can understand your resistance, but Jesse does have experience."
"Rachel, what if he's just here to try and break us up?" At this Quinn and Jesse shared an all-knowing look. Finn hated that look. So many people always seemed to have it around him. "He's probably just trying to win you back." Finn continued.
"Finn, I'm sure-"
"No, he's right I am." Jesse admitted, and Rachel swiftly looked over at him. "However, I'm not going to interfere with your relationship. I'm counting on the fact that you'll eventually just open your eyes and see Finn how the rest of the world sees him."
"See. This is exactly what I'm talking about." Finn complained.
"Funny. I didn't actually hear you talking about anything. All I heard was some catatonic dribble." Jesse mused.
Quinn watched as Finn stepped forward to probably do something very mature and manly like try and start another pushing match. She just rolled her eyes and walked right through both of them.
"Look, this is our last year. Our last chance to win anything so we're not just remembered as a club full of losers." She told the room. "Jesse has won four consecutive National Competitions. He knows what it takes to win. His methods may be extreme but that can lead to success. Everyone in this room who was ever a cheerio knows what I'm talking about. At least we know what it's like to win something."
"Uh, we won our football championship last year." Finn reminded her proudly.
Quinn wasn't impressed. "Right and how did you do that? It wasn't like you got a new team or suddenly all grew talent. You got a new coach. One that wasn't obsessed with Miss Pillsbury. Sound familiar?"
"Why do you even care about him?" Finn asked her, and Quinn seemed to lose some of her poise before glancing over at Jesse. He shrugged.
"Yeah, and what's with all the freaky eye-communication?" Sam observed. "It's like telepathy."
"Quinn and I spent the summer together." Jesse filled them all in.
Rachel frowned. "You spent the summer with her?"
"Careful Rachel, green's not a very good color on you." Quinn looked her over. "Then again, hard to find one that is."
"Hey, that's my girlfriend."
"Really?" Jesse played dumb. Finn glared at him. "Hmm. We must have all forgotten."
Quinn readdressed the group. "Jesse taking over wouldn't be definite. We were thinking he could stay for a while in a trial period. If you don't like the arrangement, then you can give your own valiant effort and try and deal with them as your leaders. I'm sure that'd go great." She looked over at Finn and Rachel. There was a collective silence for a few moments as everyone contemplated their options. Really, the only ones who wanted Finn and Rachel to take over were Finn and Rachel.
"I'm all for it." Brittany broke it.
Santana snapped her head to the left. "What?"
"If he comes back on Fondue For Two, then I'm fine with Jesse becoming Mr. Schue. At least he's never called me stupid. I didn't even know teachers could do that."
Santana sighed. "Fine, but just for a week." Santana, unlike Finn, was allowed to speak for the group from time to time. There were moments when most of New Directions still feared her. As she was only agreeing to this because of Brittany, this was one of those moments. "Then, unless for some reason we change our minds, you're out of here after Friday." She finished.
"Deal." Quinn closed quickly.
Jesse smiled. "Excellent. Well then for my first course of action as show choir instructor, I'm cutting all of you."
"That's it. Week's up."
Jesse looked over at Santana. "On the contrary, as Principal Figgins already hired me before Quinn and I came here today, our week will be up once our deal is over with." He smirked. "Auditions are tomorrow at 3:00 in the auditorium. I hope to see you all there." He told the room before exiting. Devious expression secured, Quinn followed out in her friend's footsteps.
"We're so screwed." Finn shook his head and left out of the opposite door.