Something random: (Title of Show) is actually the name of a musical. You should know that as you read this.
"I would say I'm sorry to interrupt your pep talk, but I quite enjoyed my dramatic vocal entrance."
"What the hell are you doing here, Sue?" Will said impulsively, and then realized he was in front of all his students.
"Well, currently, what I was doing here is trying to figure out what that shiny, oddly-shaped object was, which I spotted from two miles from here, but now I know it's just your hair. But currently, I'm enjoying watching the All-American Glee-jects pretend they have a chance of placing at their… what's it called again? Misfit Teenagers Of America Annual Showcase? No… that you could win… Oh, yes. Regionals."
"No, really, why are you here?"
"Hey, whoa, Shuster. A woman can't enjoy some Saturday entertainment?"
"Sue," Emma warned. "You aren't helping, so why don't-"
"Very obviously, I'm not meaning to help. I need to speak to Santana and Brittany."
The two quickly came up to their coach.
"You two have no idea how much trouble you're in." They exchanged looks, nervous about what rule they broke and what consequences they were about to receive.
"San!" Brittany whispered. "You said that we wouldn't get caught for stealing all the-"
"No, it's not that, idiot. Lemme break it down for you. When destroying a glee club, and you are about to be very successful, you don't warn said glee club's coach of your victory, and let him find a replacement. I'm going to ask you to go clothes shopping, because come Monday your cheerios uniforms, windbreakers, sweat suits, duffle bags, backpacks and letterman jackets will once again me my property. Are we clear?"
"What! You're kicking us off the squad?" Santana bark-questioned.
"Did you not just hear me? From here on out, no member of Mr. Shuster's Holly Harpies are allowed to have the proud honor of being a cheerio, got it?"
"Wait- what? You're saying no one in glee can do cheer?" Mercedes said from behind the two.
"Yeah, I am. All of you, off the squad. All your memorabilia on my desk by 8:30 Monday morning!"
She then got turned and rounded the school bus, apparently where her car had been parked unnoticed.
"Shh-she can't do that!" Santana cried through tears that were streaming down her cheeks. She turned to Brittany, who hugged her tightly. Surprisingly, Brit didn't seem all too upset, and merely comforted her friend.
"Shh, sweetie, it's alright. You still have… all of us. You still have me. Shh…"
"Okay, well… We should probably get going. We're all here." Will said as he began to lead all the kids onto the bus.
"Jesse didn't show." Finn said, taking the seat next to Rachel.
"I'm aware." She replied, turning and folding her arms.
"I'm sorry, Rach,"
"You should be. For a lot," Rachel's voice cracked on the verge of tears.
"I know. I should just respect that you're with someone else. I don't want to wreck our friendship, and I know you don't want to either."
"Right…. Friendship," she looked up at Finn. She didn't think of friends. She thought of the guy standing in front of the glee club, belting it out, forgetting he was supposed to be embarrassed. She thought of the guy who made her heart flutter, who laughed and performed with her. Five years from now, she didn't want him to be some high school acquaintance. Five years from now, she wanted Finn to be her college fiancé-slash-co-star in the Broadway Revival of (Title of Show). Don't ask her why (Title of Show) but she had listened to the soundtrack and kind of fallen in love with it. "I don't want to just be friends with you."
Before Finn could respond, Rachel said hurriedly, "I didn't mean to say that out loud."
It was enough for Finn to know that she had thought it.
GLEE!
Emma sighed heavily as she looked down at the seat. "Filth," She muttered and began rummaging through her purse.
She laid a towel on the seat next to Will's. "Yeah, buses are pretty disgusting."
"Public transportation. Really not my cup of tea," She said, arranging herself so that she wasn't touching anything except for what was covered with her bath towel… and the side of Will's leg.
After fifteen minutes of uncomfortable silence, only broken with the occasional run through or laughs from the Artie/Tina/Mercedes/Kurt group, who were trying to get their minds off the nervousness of what was about to ensue.
When the Glee-clubbers arrived at the Ohio Center for the Performing Arts, they stepped out of the bus, each stomach churning with anxiety.
This was it.
This was Regionals.