Rachel: ?

Finn: Its Kurt and Jesse... things got a little weird.

Rachel: Oh please. I realize that you ARE completely in love with me, but I didn't think u wud sink to this level. Jesse and I are perfect, and there is no lie you can tell me to stop it.

Rachel Berry didn't believe the words she was texting. Kurt had totally been fawning over Jesse. Jesse was the star of a mother fucking show choir, and no one had threatened him into joining. There was always the chance that Jesse… wasn't straight.

She sighed and went up to her room. Turning her cell phone, she locked the door and jumped onto her bed. She didn't want to be associated with the rest of the world right now. Or today. Or tomorrow. Even for Regionals, she just wanted to stick her head in her pink satin pillows and cry.

GLEE!

"Jesse is competing for Vocal Adrenaline tomorrow." Will repeated, trying to comprehend what the girls were telling him.

"Yes." Santana said.

"So that we'll only have 11 members."

"Yes."

"And we'll have to use Jacob again."

"Yes!"

"And we'll lose."

"Haply, yes."

"No more glee club, then."

"How do you mean?"

"If we don't place at Regionals, Figgins is removing Glee."

"What!"

"I said this all during rehearsal!"

"Oh…" Brit and Santana exchanged looks. They were never listening in rehearsal, before they started singing at least.

"Using Jacob doesn't necessarily mean you'll lose!" sad Emma supportively.

They all looked up at her without speaking.

"You're right,"

"Right about what?" a vaguely familiar voice inquired form behind.

"Oh, hi, Mr. and Mrs. Fabray."

GLEE!

Soft sobs were heard from Rachel's room in the corridor of the Berry's house.

"Rachel, honey! Are you all right?" one of her fathers said, lightly knocking on the door.

"I-I'm fine, dad!" she said, sobs interrupting her as she spoke.

"People who are 'fine' don't lock themselves in their bedrooms and cry, dear. Open up."

"No!"

"Open up or no MySpace for a month."

The door promptly opened.

"What happened?" Her father said expectantly. "And don't say 'nothing'!"

"Well, Jesse has been spending a bunch of time with, like, Brit and Santana, and now apparently he likes Kurt, and everyone thinks he's a spy and that he's just playing me and… I'm so confused!" She groaned as she went back to her bed and wrapped her arms around a pillow.

"Oh, sweetie. Are you basing this all on hearsay?"

"Um… yeah, I guess I am."

"Then it's nothing to worry about. One time, in college, your father-"

"Dad, no more disgusting stories about dad's college straight phase!"

"I was going to say…. Oh, you're right, never mind."

"Thanks. Good talk, Dad."

GLEE!

"Oh, call me Judy, please." Mrs. Judy Fabray said sweetly. Okay, awkward situation. Judy was acting casual, as if they were not meeting in the lobby of the delivery room of the medical plaza where there recently disowned 16-year-old daughter was giving birth.

"Yes, so…" Will, Santana, and Brittany did not speak and remained sitting, leaving Miss Pillsbury to handle the Fabrays.

"Yes, how is our daughter?" Russell said, getting straight to the point, much unlike his wife.

"Well, she's still… you know, The doctors say it should be about a half an houre more, at the least. The nurse said she would be all right and so would… the baby."

"Okay! Well, we will just wait for her." Will watched the exchange, feeling sorry for his sweetheart, who had made the foolish mistake of greeting the couple first. The conversation vaguely resembled the always-uncomfortable "Can I get you anything?" exchange when a guest entered your home.

Emma gave a forced smile and sat down. The group in the waiting room was silent.

GLEE!

Soft lips touched Kurt's. The passion heated his entire body, and he began to feel feverish with attraction.

"Rachel can't find out." Jesse sais, his voice heavy with breath as he shut the door behind him.

Kurt couldn't bring himself to nod or respond, all he wanted to do was contact his mouth with Jesse's again…

"Kurt! Snap out of it, Kurt!" Mercedes said, nudging him on the shoulder a little too hard.

"Oh, right, sorry. What is it?"

"You're helpless." She turned to Artie and Tina. "See you guys tomorrow. We should all try to get some sleep and have good breakfasts!"

The anticipation for Regionals was still in the air for the four of them. It hadn't been crushed like it had for many other members. Rachel was in heartbreak mode, eating junk food and watching Lifetime Movies, Santana and Brit knew what was about to ensue. Jesse frankly didn't care and was only out for his old crew. Finn was still pretty pumped, but the other football guys didn't give a crap.

While ignorant of the betrayal that was about to ensue, the group still had a chance to be nervous and exited and pretend like it was just a competition. They had a chance to worry if their makeup was all right, worry about Vocal Adrenaline's amount of practice. They still got to talk about set lists and costumes and pretend like they were all still one big happy family. They had no idea that everything was about to change.

Ignorance is bliss. Only not for long.