TENSION

"What's your problem, man?"

Blaine quickly turned to face Karofsky. "I don't have a problem. You're the one getting in my line."

"No, I'm pretty sure this is where I'm supposed to be."

"Well, I've been doing this a little bit longer than you have."

"Can we not please?" Kurt interrupted the dueling pair. "I already have a headache."

Santana smirked over at Blaine. "Yeah Bland, listen to the man in your relationship."

"Watch it." Mercedes warned her.

"Yeah, how 'bout no. As long as the hobbit's still messing with my guy, we're gonna have a problem."

"Seriously, Santana." Blaine sighed. "The nicknames are getting old."

"You must be new."

"Guys, can we just get back to practice?" Brittany tried to calm the waters.

Karofsky just man-glared and gestured over at Blaine. "No. I'm not singing with him."

"Glad to know we're all mature here." Mercedes shook her head.

Santana snorted. "I'm sorry, but aren't you the one who's always yapping away about never getting solos. At least when Berry does it we can all tune her out because she only comes up to our knees."

"Funny, 'cause I seem to remember you freaking out a few times for not getting your own solos."

"Guys." Brittany tried again.

Sam sat on the lowest platform on stage and shifted his focus from that side of the auditorium stage over to the other one.

"I just don't see why I can't sing this part. It's like one line." Finn held up his sheet music pointing to whatever line it was that he wanted to sing.

Jesse sighed tiredly. "Because you're not the male lead anymore."

"Yeah. Because you want to date my girlfriend."

"No, actually, you're not the male lead because you're not good enough."

"Quinn, just stay out of this for once. It has nothing to do with you."

Jesse glared up at Finn. "Don't tell her what to do."

"Oh yeah, I forgot. That's your job."

"Jesse doesn't tell me what to do. If anything, it's probably the other way around." Quinn smirked.

"Oh and it finally comes together." Rachel cut in. "If Quinn is the one really calling the shots, then it makes perfect sense why I lost my lead spot."

Quinn rolled her eyes. "Here we go. You know, I knew you wouldn't just drop this."

"How could I? It's obviously your sole purpose in life to ruin mine."

Quinn laughed humorlessly. "Wow. I'm not even going to respond to that irony."

"How surprising. You're acting impassively toward something."

"Rachel, just let it go." Jesse told her. "Quinn had nothing to do with removing you from the lead. We've discussed this already. You know why we had to go with Mercedes."

"Yeah, because she's not the one who has a boyfriend meaning he can't date her." Finn said spitefully. "He's letting his personal life get in the way. I warned you about this."

Rachel nodded. "I know. He's almost as bad as Schuester was in that regard."

Jesse held up his hand, appalled. "Okay, too far."

Sam tried to look for some assistance from his non-arguing glee members. Puck and Lauren were good for nothing. They were standing behind him on the top platform filming all of this. He wasn't sure if they actually stayed true to their word and stole the camera from Jacob or if they just swiped it from Lauren's AV club. Either way, that's all they've done in glee for the last week and a half. Something about becoming documentary filmmakers if their band-plan doesn't work out.

Sam then aimed for Mike, Tina, and Artie, but all they were doing was playing cards a few feet to his left. He wasn't sure how the three of them always kept out of this drama. So okay, Artie had his problems with Brittany last year, but other than that, these three were fine. They were most likely in yet another glee love triangle or something, but they never managed to spread it amongst the rest of the team. It was pretty cool of them. Tina just wanted to take a break from dating and focus on herself for a while, and her guys were sweet enough to just be her friend like she asked. And they were friends on top of it. No pointless rivalries between opposite love interests. It was a breath of fresh air, and Sam seriously hopes he and Mercedes can stay that awesome. He wasn't sure about that being possible, though. The last three weeks have been hell, and it's not like his girlfriend has exactly been innocent.

All this daytime programming started on the Monday of Jesse's first official week as show choir instructor. Jesse's choices for performers weren't exactly a surprise. Vocally, Rachel was their Zeus, and the rest of Olympus was Mercedes, Santana, Kurt, Blaine, Artie, and Puck. Everyone one else in glee were mortal except for Tina, Mike, and Brittany who were demigods because of their dancing skills. Well that was how Sam looked at it anyway. He doubted anyone else saw it this way. Basically all Santana, Mercedes, and Kurt heard was that Rachel was the main attraction. So there were some arguments as there always were. It didn't stop there, though, as Finn was also pretty pissed that he had been downgraded into nothing. Jesse then showed Finn the door. Finn then brought up that egging incident everyone's always talking about. This was just a longer argument. If that Jesse guy wasn't such a jerk, Sam would've felt bad for him.

After those ten minutes were over with, Jesse was actually able to give everyone his Sectionals results. This thankfully calmed them all down. Mercedes and Santana were to be awarded the opening duet this year following with a group number led by Rachel and Artie. Kurt and Finn were the only ones who stayed mad, but after Kurt was assured that he'd get his time to shine later, things were pleasant. (No one bothered with Finn.) They started practice that day, and the rehearsals were extreme to say the least. Everything Sam had come to learn about Vocal Adrenaline over the last year plus was thrown out because he obviously underestimated them. They opened the rehearsals by doing Marine work out techniques for twenty minutes, and then went into the choreography which Sam would argue was more grueling. After the first day, everyone came to school the next morning not being able to sit down without feeling pain after all the squats and lunges they had to do. Sam worked out, like probably too much, but even he was feeling it. The only ones who didn't seem fazed were the cheerios both old and new. The four girls actually laughed at New Directions thinking that this was pushing it. Mercedes and Kurt were just grateful that they were only ever the Cheerios' vocals.

That was the first week. The second week started in a similar fashion until Blaine opened his mouth. Because he still had friends back at Dalton, he found out they were going to be in the same Sectionals again this year. So then Blaine suggested that they make one of their numbers a cappella to show the judges that New Directions could do what the Warblers did. Jesse found this to be a dumb strategy as no one would ever take the Warblers seriously, and he refused to believe that they even tied with the mediocrity the was New Directions last year. This was supposed to be a new year, and they really didn't need to stoop to that level. And just as they were all going to go back to their impending death, um, practice, Rachel decided to open her mouth as well. She also presented her own thoughts on why they didn't need to do that. She was mainly doing it to be polite to all of them unlike Jesse was. In hindsight, she probably shouldn't have said anything considering it was her agreement that made Jesse change his mind.

It had become increasingly clear to everyone that the longer he was there actually instructing, the more Finn and Rachel were beginning to drive Jesse nuts. Well, more nuts. So as any dictator would, he took it out on his nation. This was how Mercedes and Santana's number changed into an a cappella duet. Though they didn't agree at first and each had conniption fits, after Jesse's ultimate song selection they realized they could be flawless and get it done. Being that Jesse's choice was to have them sing the "Killing Me Softly" cover by the Fugees, they also had to change the second number as well. Having a hip-hop song followed by a solid show tune wasn't going to work. So the second song then became Sly and the Family Stone's "Stand!" which was a whole 'nother problem. Because Rachel's voice wasn't "black enough" (Jesse's words. No, he seriously said that.), Artie was going to lead "Stand!" with Mercedes, and instead, Rachel was going to have a brief part with Santana. Rachel wasn't exactly thrilled, but to her credit, decided to operate as a team player and let it go.

The first problem to get in the way of actually rehearsing was Karofsky. He was still pretty pissed about that weird duet he had to perform with Blaine. It kind of made sense, though, that Blaine wanted to test how far Karofsky was willing to go. Blaine was just being a good boyfriend and making sure a guy –you know, one that threatened his boyfriend's life before– wasn't going mess with Kurt or himself for being gay. So far, it was apparent that Karofsky wasn't going to do anything to the couple. Actually he didn't really seem to want to interact with them at all. He was really just keeping to himself. He only went off when Blaine came near him, again, because of that duet thing. Then the two would get in an argument, and Kurt would try and play mediator while Santana would step in on Karofsky's side, and then Mercedes would challenge her on behalf of Kurt and Blaine. None of this was exactly helping their duet at all. It was a daily occurrence, and Santana and Mercedes haven't been practicing at all. Sam could understand all of this and even respect it to some degree at first, but now it was getting old. For one, they really did need to practice the choreography, and for two, Blaine was starting to look pretty stupid considering it was almost as if he was acting like he was jealous or something. So what, Kurt forgave Karofsky. That's it. It's not like they were dealing with a Helga G. Pataki situation here. Karofsky was just a dickatron.

All this drama was annoying, but it was also usual for New Directions so those who weren't directly involved in it didn't really pay attention. For a few days there, the grateful outsiders just shrugged it off. It wasn't until the Monday of Jesse's third week in action that stuff got "real." On Monday this week, practice had started by Becky giving her resignation and totally quitting. Jesse didn't seem to care all that much or try and get her to stay how Mr. Schue might have. In Jesse's mind, the reality was that as nice and dedicated as Becky could be, New Directions didn't actually need her to win. Her parting words were something along the lines of: "You guys are all really embarrassing jerks, and I don't want to be in your club anymore." Then Coach Sylvester was dragging her head cheerio out of the choir room. The older woman also had some parting words, but Sam was afraid to repeat them as he'd probably have to go to confession if he did.

"Well at least I don't troll around like some barbarous blacksmith." Jesse yelled at Finn.

"That doesn't even make sense."

"Of course it doesn't. You have the vocabulary of a fifth grader."

Sam shook his head. This was really all their fault. Honestly, Jesse was doing fine there for a few days. He was keeping Blaine and Karofsky and Santana and Mercedes all under control. They would start arguing, and he'd step in and get them back to just singing or dancing with some really weird threat of dehydration. It wasn't until it got way worse with Finn that things really went down the crapper. It also didn't help that whatever peace Rachel and Quinn created between them evaporated. And okay, fine, that was the norm for the two of them, but they could've maybe tried harder this time. It wasn't just their sanity at stake anymore.

Someone needed to step in a do something otherwise their lives were all going to become some type of Phantom Zone which no thank you. He really had no desire to spend the rest of his days just watching the world in front of him and not actually being able to interact with it. And that's seriously all that was happening here. He can't recall the last time he and Mercedes had a real conversation during glee. And he hated lack of communication. It's a pattern. The next thing he'll know is that she's suddenly cheating on him with a sneaky douche of an ex-boyfriend.

This insecurity was perhaps why Sam spent the rest of rehearsals and his night at home coming up with a solution. As it turned out, he only saw the possibility of four people helping him. And luckily for him, he shared his first class of the day with one of them.

"Hey." Sam sat down next to Tina in their Lit class the next morning.

Tina granted him with a frown. "Um…hi?" She can remember maybe two conversations she had with the boy. She had no idea what he wanted from her, and he obviously wanted something.

"Yeah, so I was wondering if you could maybe help me with something."

"…okay?"

"I'd do it myself, but I have to watch my brother and sister after school, and I won't have time."

"Do what?"

"Glee sucks right now, and the only people who don't suck are me, you, Mike, Artie, and Brittany."

"Puck and Lauren haven't been that bad."

"Well yeah, but they're Puck and Lauren."

"True."

"So look, we need to do something. I've been thinking about it, and the only real problems are the Not So Fantastic Four. I think we can cool everyone else down if we make them focus on the other ones. Jesse was handling things for a while. If we can fix things between him, Finn, and Rachel and by extension Quinn, then maybe we can actually go back to trying to win. Isn't that the point this year?"

"Yeah, I guess, but I don't see what we can do. Wouldn't it just be easier to let them work it out themselves?"

"Uh-huh, but they're obviously not going to do that anytime soon on their own."

Tina sighed. "Why do I feel a meddling plot coming on?"

"Look, it wouldn't be extreme spy sessions or anything like that. We just need to run an intervention or something."

"They'll never go for it, and no offense, but I really don't want to get involved with Rachel and Quinn's insanity and whatever boys they happen to have between them at the moment." Tina watched as Sam sighed and deflated beside her. On the one hand, she really didn't want to make him feel bad nor did she want glee to lose focus and lose before even making it back to Nationals. On the other hand, Rachel, Quinn, and Jesse were all certifiable psychopaths in completely different ways which made the situation entirely unpredictable, and she quite liked her life. She wasn't too keen on losing it yet. "Maybe we can come up with something without actually having to interact with them." She counter-offered instead.

Sam let a grin grace his features. "Awesome." He pulled out a notebook, and they began to chart out possible plans of action.

They spent the rest of their class coming up with ideas rather than listen to their teacher drone on about On the Road. They didn't come up with anything definite and decided it'd be best to talk to the other gleeks and schedule a team meeting after practice today. Sam was to inform Mercedes, Kurt, Blaine, and Puck and Lauren if he got the chance. Tina was to get Mike, Artie, Brittany, Karofsky and Santana on board. It went fine. Sam talked to Mercedes and Blaine and Kurt during their lunch period. Mercedes and Blaine made apologizes after it was pointed out how bad it was getting in glee. Sam also found Puck in the weight room later, and Puck agreed and told him he'd spread the word on to Lauren but only if they could film it. Sam didn't get what they were doing and didn't want to ask so he just told him it'd be fine. Tina had it just as easy for the most part. She found Mike immediately following her morning Lit class and shared the plan. Mike and Tina then told Brittany and Artie during their own lunch period. Brittany thanked them profusely and volunteered to tell Santana who would ultimately tell Karofsky. And that was how they all ended up hiding behind a corner in the hallway waiting for Jesse to leave for the night.

Sam already left to go home and babysit, Finn and Rachel left right before him, and now it seemed Quinn and Jesse were also finally leaving. And not just leaving but leaving in argument. They had stamina, you had to give them that. As soon as the pair was out of sight, the remaining glee club members headed down a couple hallways from the auditorium and into the gym.

"Let's make this quick." Santana addressed the club as they all found seats amongst the bleachers. Only Tina stood on the gym floor. "Unlike the rest of you, I have a social life, and I have things to do."

Mercedes rolled her eyes. "Whatever, Miss Sassy. Your entire social life consists of the people in this room."

Kurt cracked his neck, hoping to will the stress away. "Ladies, the whole reason we've agreed upon this meeting of incognito is to end the fighting. Put it to rest for now. Thank you."

"So you guys do this a lot? Because it's pretty lame." Karofsky commented as he looked around the darkened gym.

Blaine snapped around to face him. "So what if we do?"

"I wasn't talking to you. You wouldn't even know. This is your first year too."

"Yeah, but I was dating Kurt last year."

"And I actually went to school here. What's your point?"

"Yeah, unlike Kurt after what you did to him."

"Seriously." Santana huffed. "You want to start this now after we all just spent the last hour and a half dying on stage."

Kurt sighed. "Santana, please."

"No, he's your boyfriend. If you want me to stop, do something about it."

"It's not like I haven't tried talking to the both of them."

Blaine looked back at Kurt on his left. "Wait, you tried talking to him?" He asked, somewhat hurt.

"Look Blaine, I just want peace and love and happiness amongst my friends."

"Kurt, he's not your friend."

"So you're speaking for him now?" Karofsky accused.

"No, he's right." Kurt looked up at his once bully. "You're not my friend, but this whole situation is causing problems with my actual friends and in glee in general."

"Yeah, because your boyfriend is an ass."

"I know he didn't just say that." Mercedes shook her head.

"This is glorious." Lauren whispered over to Puck as they watched this all take place through their camera lens.

He smirked. "Babe, we're totally going to sell millions."

"Weren't we here for Quinn and Rachel and Finn and Jesse?" Brittany muttered to Artie. He simply shrugged with a yawn.

"Guys!" Tina shouted, immediately getting their attention. Most of them were just surprised she had a voice. "You've all been so good today. Can we just solve the problem we came here to solve? You guys can work it out later."

"No. This is a team meeting and-"

"Santana, I know you're friends with Karofsky, but it has nothing to do with you." Tina sat the other girl back down and was met with a Mercedes snort. Tina looked to her friend. "Mercedes, it doesn't have anything to do with you either. And Blaine you need to just accept that Kurt forgave him. And Karofsky you need to understand that no one really likes you yet after last year and the countless amount of slushies."

"God, I still love you." Mike mumbled as he had apparently had no self-control at the moment. Tina just sent him a smile.

Kurt stepped down from the bleachers and walked over to where his friend stood. "Tina's right. We can worry about ourselves later. Right now we all came here to deal with our mindless leader and the love cryangle we've all been stuck watching for the last two years. I don't know about you, but I am absolutely sick of their non-existent problems. Seriously. I think the three of them are just creating them without provocation at this point."

"Tell me about it." Santana agreed. "You know, some of us are dealing with real things. I can't tell you how tiring it is to hear Q complain about her two talking rabbits. It's bad enough I have to see Berry every day. I don't need to hear about her too."

"Um, in case you forgot, I live with Finn."

"Yeah, and he's way more annoying. You win."

"So what are we going to do about it?" Artie asked.

"Extermination." Lauren offered and gained some frowns. "It was just a suggestion."

"No, Sam and I already thought up some possible ideas." Tina opened up her notebook. "And we tried to figure out a way to do this without actually having to talk to Four Square –that's what we're calling them now according to Sam– but there was a slight problem. Unless we can come up with something new today, I'm afraid at least a couple of us will have to run interference."

Tina waited, and it was silent for a moment before a pouring of "Not-Its!" left their mouths. She sighed. It was going to be a long night.

The following day, Santana prowled the halls to do her part of the plan that she got stuck with and to make sure everything was in order. She approached her target who was busy going through her locker.

"Q, push your eyebrows any closer together and you'll have a uni." Santana gained the girl's attention as Quinn turned around.

Quinn ignored the jibe and instead passed the note she was reading over to Santana. "Did you get one?"

Santana read over the request and handed it back. "No. What do you think Suezilla wants this time?"

"A vote for Congresswoman?" Quinn mused, shutting her locker.

"Just our luck. The year we're gettin' the hell out of here, she'll probably be leaving too. This better not turn out to be one of those Mr. Feeny deals."

"Maybe she'll make Ohio interesting."

"Yeah, either that or decimate it." They laughed for a moment until Santana held out her hand. "Gimme your phone."

"Why?" Quinn asked her slowly. It was never wise to trust Santana completely. Civil discussion or not.

"Because mine's being a head bitch, and I need to have my afternoon text session with B otherwise she'll think I'm mad at her or something. Relax, I'll give it back to you in glee later."

Quinn relented but handed her phone over. "So I take it you two are together now."

Santana looked around the hallway quickly as if everyone was listening to their conversation. "What the hell would give you that idea?"

Quinn faltered. "Well because you um…the duet and…"

"Well we're not, okay? Duets don't have to mean anything. I mean you sang with Karofsky and Samantha, but it's not like you're screwing them on the side."

"Yeah, but the two situations are entirely different."

"Why? In case you forgot, you were with Trouty Mouth before."

"It's still different." Quinn shrugged and watched the other girl. She thought about it from Santana's point of view for a second. The two had a lot in common personality wise, and Quinn guessed that perhaps Santana would welcome Jesse's brand of therapy right now. "Do you want to talk about it?"

"Oh bite me, Fabray." Santana snapped, and Quinn did her best to refrain from jerking back. Jesse was a fickin' idiot. "Don't try and play friends now. If your presence was remotely important in my life, I would've dragged your ass around with me over the summer." Santana glared one last time and leaned her back flat against the row of lockers. Quinn mirrored the position next to her.

They stayed like that, in a comfortable silence, even as the bell rang and the rest of the world filed away to class.

"It's not like I don't want to be with her." Santana spoke once they were in an empty hallway.

"Then what's the problem? What did you do?"

"Nothing. Brittany's just mad at me right now." Quinn gave her a look. Santana rolled her eyes. "No, not because I did anything. More like because I didn't do anything."

"Explain."

"She's Brittany." Santana shrugged. "She lives in a world of happiness and rainbows, and she refuses to understand anything else. She doesn't understand how screwed up the actual stupid world we live in can be. She saw what happened to Kurt last year, but she still doesn't want to date me unless it's for real and out in the open. She says she just wants me to be myself." She paused for a while. "I can't do that. This school, no this town, would stone us. Metaphorically if we're lucky. Not to mention my parents would flip the shit on me if they found out."

"Then try explaining this to her."

"Really? Oh gee, that thought hadn't occurred to me. Thanks, Q. Now everything's fucking perfect."

"I was just trying to help." She surrendered, not wanting to set Santana off any further.

"Yeah, well don't." She glared. "I already screwed it up, okay? I promised her that once we graduate and get the hell out of here that things would be different."

"But that actually seems viable."

"Yeah, except for the part that graduation is months away. I know you liked to avoid physical contact below the neck with everyone you've dated, but we all don't wear chastity belts, okay? I mean have you seen Brittany? This is going to drive me insane."

Quinn chuckled at Santana's bug eyes. "You should do that rubber band thing."

"This better not be something kinky and self-loving. Don't scar me like that, Q."

"Ew, no. I meant the therapy thing that addicts do. You know, they put a rubber band around their wrist and snap it every time they have a desire to do what they're addicted to." She giggled again. "You can do that every time Brittany's in the room with you."

"Has anyone ever told you that you're like the least funniest person ever?" Quinn just laughed some more. "No seriously, Q. You're giving Miss Pillhead a run for her money." She bounced off the locker. "Thanks for the phone, though." She held it up and began to walk down the hall presumably to class.

Quinn headed in the opposite direction, note in hand. All it read was: Q, choir room 1:30 sharp, Sue Sylvester. She was already a few minutes late which meant she was going to be berated on top of whatever else the older woman wanted with her. It most likely had to do with the Cheerios. Really, what else would it be? It kind of made sense. The coach lost her aces, and really, without the three of them it's not like she had a shot at the National Title. The part that didn't make sense was why Santana didn't get a note as well. Maybe she'd be meeting with her and Brittany later; doing it one at a time. It wouldn't be surprising. If Sue Sylvester loved anything, it was mind games and torture.

Quinn entered the choir room, false apology on her lips, but closed her mouth when all she found was Jesse. "What are you doing here? Did a woman in a track suit stop by?"

"None of your business and no," was his reply.

"Someone's in a mood." She sat down next to him in first row of chairs anyway.

"Funny isn't it? How I'm in the mood and you're not. Obviously we have poor cosmic luck and cannot be happy at the same time. So really my bad mood is your fault."

"Really? Hmm. I would've guessed it had something to do with Big Foot and his little garden gnome."

"How about we just sit in silence?"

And so they did. Quinn kept checking the clock and noticed Jesse doing the same. She wasn't sure why, maybe he was bored. She also wasn't sure why Miss Sylvester wasn't here yet. It was unlike the woman to be late, and now she was becoming uneasy as she wouldn't put it past her former coach to do something diabolical while school happened to be in session. As she was watching the clock, Quinn timed the silence to be just under three minutes before it was broken and everybody's least favorite couple walked in mid-discussion. Finn closed the door behind him and noticed the room already had occupants at the same time Rachel did. They both looked a little paler at their discovery. Quinn silently gagged. They were probably coming here to do something disgusting like make out. Or worse, sing together.

"What are you doing here?" Finn asked them both.

"Why do people keep asking that?" Jesse returned sharply. "It's a choir room, and I'm a show choir instructor. It's not that hard to piece together. A better question is what the rest of you are doing here?"

Finn pulled a piece a paper out of his pocket. "I was supposed to meet someone here at this time." His simple words gained everyone's attention.

Jesse stood up and walked over to him. He grabbed the note. "What do you mean? Andy Samberg?" Jesse looked to boy, incredulous. "You got a note telling you to meet Andy Samberg in your school's choir room and you believed it? Why are you so dumb?"

"Well yeah. Why not? He's really funny." Finn goofily smiled.

"I'm afraid there is something sinister at work here." Rachel frowned and held out her own note. "I also got a note requesting my presence here at this time. At first I was surprised that Amy Adams would be at McKinley-"

Jesse's eyes lit up. "Oh your note said Amy Adams too?" He pulled out his own note and handed it over to Rachel.

Rachel bounced a little. "Yes and I was so excited. To think a bright, young actress such as Amy here, in Ohio to see me."

"I know." Jesse nodded sagely. "She's one of the few capable actresses in Hollywood that we have left."

"Wait." Finn frowned. "How does that make me anymore dumb than you two?"

"Because yours said Andy Samberg." Jesse said plainly.

"Yeah. And?"

Rachel looked up at her boyfriend. "Finn, you cannot honestly be comparing someone of Andy Samberg's overrated style of modern comedy to a multi talent like Amy Adams?"

"Oh this is just so exciting. It's completely made my day better." Jesse smiled again and turned when he remembered his friend behind him. "Quinn, did you also receive a note?"

Quinn, who had been watching these three morons for that last minute, decided to just walk over and hand Jesse the note. She was afraid if she spoke right now some rather unkind (even for her) phrases would leave her mouth because of them and their gullibility.

Jesse read over her note with a frown. "Sue Sylvester? I don't recognize the name. What would I have seen her in?"

"Nothing, you idiot!"

Jesse stepped back at the outburst, and Rachel calmly put a hand on his shoulder for a second. "She's not an actress. She's the cheerleading coach here at McKinley. The one who removed Becky." Rachel grabbed all the notes Jesse was still holding. "At least Quinn's is plausible. I wonder who gave them to us. Do you think we should stay and wait for them? Maybe it's a shy, little person who's been socially stunted throughout their life. It'd be rather rude to just leave after they've gone through all the trouble."

"Yeah, you do that." Quinn glared at the shorter girl. "Meanwhile, us sane people will be heading to lunch." She shook her head and walked over to the door. Honestly, how in the world were these the people who integrated into her life? Was God really this sarcastic? And- What the hell? Quinn narrowed her eyes and took a deep breath because this wasn't happening. She twisted the doorknob in her hand again and began to panic some as it was obviously locked. As she was the clearly the only smart person in this room, her stomach dropped with dread. "Jesse, check the other door." She ordered.

"What? Why?"

"Because this one's locked. Just do it."

He rolled his eyes at the command but listened to it anyway. Finn remained shifting on his feet, and Rachel came in second place for the smartest person in the room. As soon as Quinn said the door was locked, the other girl's eyes widened in understanding, and she strutted over to where the blonde stood.

"Perhaps you've been mistaken and just turned the knob the wrong way." She said, and she breezed past Quinn and tried for herself. Nope. That was definitely locked.

"Sure you're turning it the right way?" Quinn mocked from behind her, and Rachel forcefully huffed and dropped her hand away.

"You know, that's odd." Jesse walked back over and frowned. "That door's locked too."

"Really? You don't say." Quinn said dryly and stood with Rachel, waiting for the recognition. Three, two, on-

"We're locked in!" Jesse and Finn both shouted before Jesse scurried past them to check the office door. He came back as that too was locked.

"This is impossible."

"Whatever. Just give me your phone. I'll call Mercedes." Quinn held out her hand. "She has this lunch."

"I don't have mine. Kurt's battery died, and he borrowed it to browse fabric selections in Milan. Something about glee costumes." Jesse waved off. "Use yours."

Quinn sent him a nice old death-glare, and once again, he caught on to what was happening. "Santana has mine." She bit her lip. She really felt like kicking herself. "She claimed that hers wasn't working, and she needed to text Brittany."

"I loaned mine to Brittany." Rachel spoke up. "She said hers broke because she took it into her bath again because she wanted her rubber ducky to have a friend."

They all looked up to Finn. He rubbed the spot behind his ear sheepishly. "Puck said his internet went out, and he wanted to play Angry Birds." He frowned. "It's kinda weird how so many phones stopped working today." He laughed quietly.

"They didn't stop working, you moron." Quinn snapped again. "We were set up."

"Oh."

Quinn turned back around and frantically jiggled the doorknob again before pounding loudly on the door.

"Would you calm down?" Jesse sighed. "Someone will come and get us. There's no reason to panic."

"I cannot be stuck in here with you three of all people. I've had this nightmare before." She pushed off the door and looked at him. "Have I ever gotten around to telling you that I'm claustrophobic?"

"Quinn, we're in a huge room. One you're in every day."

"It's not the point of feeling enclosed, it's the point of feeling trapped."

Jesse just walked over and pulled her away from the door. He walked her over to the chairs and sat her down. "There. You're fine. Just sit here."

Quinn sitting lasted about two seconds before she was on the highest riser and dragging a chair over to the wall.

"What are you doing?"

"Climbing out. I was a cheerio. We used to have prison escape drills. This should be easy in comparison."

"Must you be so brash?"

Quinn snapped back around. That was not Jesse's voice. She glared down at Rachel. "Must you always stick your big nose into other people's business?"

Rachel looked away but still had time to mutter, "At least mine is real."

"Well at least I didn't want yours on my face."

"Okay." Finn clapped once, loudly. He didn't need to see any bloodshed right now. He was still bummed that he wasn't going to meet Andy Samberg. "Quinn, I'll help you climb out if you want."

"I can do it myself."

"Wait a minute." Jesse stopped her as she stood on the chair. "I'm still stuck on the nose thing. What exa-"

"Well they're all still alive at least." Kurt's voice and the office door closing behind him gained their attention.

"Yeah, so far so good." Blaine nodded with his boyfriend.

"Kurt." Rachel rushed over to him. "Why did you shut the door? We're locked in. Please tell me you have a phone."

"I can do you one better." He dangled a pair of keys from his pocket.

"Kurt, you're a life saver." She reached for them, but he pulled his hand back.

"Quinn, if you could please come down from there. We have some things we'd like to discuss with all of you." Kurt addressed them. "As I'm sure you've figured out by now, this was all an elaborate scheme to get you here."

Quinn jumped off the chair and walked over to where Jesse stood. He uncrossed his arms before speaking. "You grab his legs, and I'll get his upper body. Rachel you go for the keys."

Rachel nodded once. "On three? One-"

Finn put an arm in front of her waist. "Or maybe we can find out why Kurt and Blaine brought us here first."

"Fine." She sighed before taking on a defiant stance. "You've got one minute."

"Desist with the dramatics, Rachel, and all of you please just sit down. We just want to talk, and then we swear we'll let you leave." Kurt promised, and they all relented but still took their respective seats. "The glee club brought the four of you here today because you're driving us nuts!"

Blaine put a hand on Kurt's back to calm him down. "What he means is that we're afraid the relationship woes between you guys may jeopardize New Directions' chances of winning."

"We just want to spend a period or two having an intervention of sorts. Think of it as detention if you want." Kurt offered. "So what do you say? You can either sort it out now or try and break your necks by climbing through a window."

"I'll talk." Finn spoke first. Rachel looked over at him with a frown. She was busy contemplating how to send Jesse and Quinn a signal for a surprise attack on Kurt. "Look Rach, I really think we need to talk about some things like Jesse being around, so I'd really like it if you stayed and we talked."

She sighed. She didn't like the idea of having this type of discussion while her ex-boyfriend and her current boyfriend's ex-girlfriend where in the room; mainly for reasons like how messed up that sentence was. However, she also knew that the conflict they all seemed to be stuck in was starting to take its toll on glee. "Fine."

"I imagine this will be like free comedy theatre, so why not?" Jesse smirked. "I had nothing to do until glee rehearsals later anyway." He folded his arms behind his head and leaned back.

The remaining five looked to Quinn. She turned back to stare forlornly at her window.

"Please, Quinn." Kurt begged. "We've had to put up with a lot of your drama the last two years, and we don't ask for much in return."

She rolled her eyes and looked to Jesse. He was no help and just tilted his head. She slammed her back into the chair. "Fine, but I'm not promising I'll stay the whole time it takes you to do whatever it is you're doing."

Kurt just smiled and clasped his hand together. "Excellent. Now I want you guys to think of this as therapy. Blaine and I will be your volunteer, in-life therapists free of charge."

Kurt and Blaine frowned as Jesse laughed loudly.

Quinn slowly shook her head. "You have got to be kidding me."

Jesse tried to suppress his laughter. "I think this is perfect." She just glared before whacking him on the back of his big, empty head. "Ow."