AN: I am so sorry for the long update! I had my aunt's 60th birthday party out of town, and I didn't get back till late. Then I've had to work on my English project for the first day of school, and I'm STILL not done! The only reason I'm on now is because I'm supposed to be looking up the main themes of Jane Eyre so I can find something to draw for my "central symbol of my interpreation of one of the major themes." -_- Stupid advanced placement classes.
Anywho.
Vitimin D! Yay! Hahaha, I can't believe it took 5 chapter to finish two episodes worth of plot. Is that a good thing?
I don't own Glee. Not even claiming to.
"Ugh, I just, I don't know what to do, Ken. The kids are getting complacent." Sue lamented.
Ken Tanaka paused while spraying Lysol on his fake plant. "Why don't you start at the begining, Sue."
Sue had walked into the choir room to find her kids hard at work. Rachel was helping Finn, Matt and Mike with their dance steps, Brittany seemed to be judging a Who-Can-Spin-The-Most contest between Artie and Santana, Mercedes and Tina were going over harmonies with Quinn and Kurt was practicing riffs on his guitar with Noah strumming along beside him..
"Hey guys!" Sue greeted. The kids looked up at their instructor. "Just got the list of the school's we'll be up against for Sectionals."
"Well, don't leave us hanging, Ms. Sylvester, who are they?" Matt asked enthusiastically.
Sue nodded to the tallest boy in the club. "Finn, drum roll please." Sue paused as the boy did as instructed. "School Of The Deaf in Dayton and...someplace called Jane Adams Academy."
"Jane Adams?" Mercedes inquired. "Th-that's a halfway house for girls on j-juvie parole."
"This is fantastic!" Tina cried.
"Seriously! Kids who can't hear what they're singing and criminals who don't care. It's going to be a cakewalk!" Artie added happily.
"They think they've got Sectionals in the bag, so they've just stopped trying."
"Hmm..." Ken pondered the issue. "Well, why not have a little...competition? Something to get them pumped up?"
"Excellent!" Sue exclaimed.
"Now, I want you to split into two groups. Boys on the left, girls on the right." Sue instructed. "Uh, Artie?" she asked gently. The bespeckled boy stopped, almost on the girls' side. Sue tilted her head to the boys' side, and sighing slightly, Artie complied.
"Ok. I want each of you to preform a mash-up. Boys on Tuesday, girls go Wednesday." Sue said.
Finn raised his hand slightly. "What's a mash-up?"
"It's combination of two songs to make an even better one." Sue answered. "Now, I want you guys to go all out on this. Because the group that wins? Gets to choose the number we do for Sectionals!"
Cheers erupted through the room. "Wait!" Matt cried. "Who's gonna be the judge? I mean, you're a girl Ms. S, it's totally not fair."
"Aaaah." Sue responded, as if she had planned on the dark, outspoken teen to ask that. "There is going to be a celebrity judge. But, you're gonna have to show up to find out, cause I'm not spilling the beans."
The girls immediatly grouped together and were speaking of plans in hushed tones as they left.
"Ooooh, you guys better bring it. Looks like the girls are pumped up." Sue challenged.
"We plan on smacking them down like the hand of God." Kurt replied.
Will Shuester could not believe it. Yet, there it was-right before his eyes. A quiver. Not just any quiver. A quiver on the leg of his captain. The pride of his nationally ranked Cheerios. He simply could not allow it. "Adequate! Dismissed!" He yelled into his megaphone. He descended the bleachers as the pyramid disbanded.
"Everything alright, Rach?" He asked, as the Jewish girl passed him.
She had the slightest bit of hesitation before replying, "I'm just really tired from Glee Club. I'm sorry Coach. I'll be back in top shape tomorrow."
"See that you are." Will remarked as Rachel scurried after Brittany and Santana into the locker room.
Glee Club. The bane of Will's existance. He had to destroy it. But how?
Noah Puckerman chose that moment to lumber through the field, resembling a brain-dead zombie. And Will allowed a smirk to crawl onto his lips. Perhaps...
"Puckerman!" he called. The quarterback snapped to attention and sprinted over.
"Yes Coach Schuester?" he asked. Quick and obedient. A decent minion. Will noted.
"You seem tired." Will stated, feigning concern.
"Uh, yeah, lots on my plate." Noah responded.
"I bet. I was the same way, except not as pathetic. But you know how William Schuester stays in tip-top shape? Vitamins. I'd pop a few suckers into the old pie hole every morning and then I'd be as hyperactive as your little football buddies on a sugar rush."
"R-really?"
"Oh sure. Try checking the drugstore for some. I guarantee you'll feel better."
Noah browsed the isles. He was trying to find some vitamins that would suit his needs. Ah, there it was. Non-drowsy psuedoephedrine. Seems alright. I mean, Noah thought, there's clouds on the cover. Clouds are good, right?
The next morning, Noah popped two of the little blue pills into his mouth and swallowed. In an instant he felt...energized. His eyes flew open and his lips split into a grin. Alright! Today's gonna rock!
"Hey guys how are you I'm great let's run through the number I feel like dancing we should dance and maybe after we're done we can build a house of Habitat for Humanity, or we could help unwanted puppies find loving homes with kids in Nigeria how about that number let's do the number!" Noah exclaimed as he entered the choir room.
"Dude, what are you ON?" Matt inquired.
"I got some new vitamins at the store and I feel fantTAStic!"
"Vitamin C? I heard it brightens the complextion." Artie commented.
Noah shook his head rapidly. "Nope, Vitamin D. And I got you some!" Still addressing Artie, Noah tossed the little box to Mike, who sat halfway on the other side of the room.
The boys somewhat apprehensively ate the correct dosage and soon all six of them were jumping around going crazy.
"I'm bouncing off the walls again, whoa-oh!" Mike, Matt and Finn kept repeating. Kurt kept ramming himself into the walls and Artie kept spinning rapidly. Soon, they were able to focus a little, and their mash-up was born. And come Glee that day, they were gonna blow everyone's minds.
"Rachel?" Quinn called.
The Jewish girl was at her locker. Upon being called, she stared at the blonde with an expression of somewhat forced patience.
"I, uh, haven't seen you at Glee rehersals." Quinn offered feebly.
"I'm not Superwoman. Myabe Glee is your whole life, but I've got a full plate. I've got the Cheerios, I'm on honor roll, I've got friends..." she trailed off, as if her social life should be obvious to everyone.
Quinn felt sympathy toward the girl who was Queen Bee here, but when Quinn saw her? She was her Rachel. She was Rachel Barbara Berry, Star-In-Progress. That Rachel knew just what to say to Quinn when the roles were switched. Now, it was Quinn's turn to comfort the popular girl.
"You don't have to be embarressed, Rach. No one at Glee is gonna judge you." Rachel was facing the opposite way, but she looked over her shoulder slightly. Quinn took this as a signal to proceed. "I don't hate you."
"Why not?" Rachel asked, facing Quinn head on, hugging her books to her chest. "I've been awful to you."
"Well, that was before you knew what it was like..." Quinn trailed off wistfully. Rachel loooked at her strangely. "Being a-an outsider, I mean." the blonde elaborated quickly. Rachel nodded twice, after the clarification. "Look, you're going to need friends who can relate to you, especially when more people find out."
"How can you of all people even imagine what I'm going through?" Rachel asked. Apparently she meant it in a rhetorically way, as she turned to leave.
Quinn had entered this situation with the idea of reenacting her own confrontation with Rachel about this time in her own world. But she wasn't a good person like Rachel. She was Quinn Tessa Fabray, and even if she was a Gleek, Quinn Tessa Fabray does not stand back and let someone talk to her as if they're better then her.
"Ok, listen up, Man Hands." Quinn grabbed Rachel's shoulder and turned the brunette around roughly. "Don't even act like you're the only one who's been to hell in a handbasket, because news flash, sweetheart! You're not. So build a bridge and get the hell over it. The Cheerios and Coach Schuester are not gonna be there in a few months when you...you explode out of your cheerleading uniform. And the Glee kids are gonna be, All. You. Have. Left."
Quinn took a deep breath after letting that little tyraid off her chest. Rachel stared at the blonde, stunned.
"Just-Just come back to Glee, ok?" Quinn asked. "Boys versus girls-it's fun. And anyway, the boys kicked ass and we need all the voices we can get. And you have a great voice, Rachel."
Rachel shook her head, in disbelief, before staring at Quinn, her eyes reading "Truce."
"I would've tortured you if the roles were reversed, I hope you know."
Quinn had to smile at that comment. "Honestly? I don't think you would." Before the Jewish girl could examine that stamement, Quinn gestured with her head to the choir room. "Let's go to rehersal."
Quinn was the only girl not shaken up by the guys performance, as she had already seen it in her own world. She watched as Brittany paced back and forth their practice area. "We need to be BEAST if we have any chance of beating those dudes." she announced.
"Were they really that good?" Rachel asked.
The girls nodded.
"How did they DO it?" Tina cried.
"That's not what you need to be asking, ladies." The group looked up at the unexpected arrival of Artie. Uninterrupted, the boy continued, lense covered eyes glancing from girl to girl. "Though I'm in the boys' group, my loyalty still lies with you. And I'm letting you know that all took someting."
"Where'd you get the stuff?" Quinn asked. Though she knew what the boys took, she was unsure of how they'd obtained the Vitamin D. As far as she knew, Mrs. Schuester wasn't the school nurse. Come to think of it, since Mr. Schue was in Coach Sylvester's position, Quinn doubted there was a Mrs. Schuester.
"Noah got it at the drugstore, apparently." Artie responded.
"T-To the drugstore!" Mercedes cried.
"C'mon guys, let's not stoop to their level." Quinn interjected.
"Uh, Quinny? Noah wanted me to pass along a message." Artie said, handing the blonde a note. As she read it, she silently fumed. Oh, it's on.
"What's it say, Peroxide?" Brittany asked.
"" Good luck trying to beat us."" Quinn spoke through gritted teeth. The whole room, including Artie gasped."
Quinn poked her finger into Artie's sweater vest clad chest. "Listen and listen good, Artie, cause I want you to tell Noah everything I'm about to say, to the freaking letter." She paused as her friend nodded. "He's a dirty cheater, and he doesn't deserve to win." Artie stood there even after the blonde had finished. "Tell him, now!" she amended. And off the boy scampered.
Quinn glanced around at her teammates, who could clearly see the fire in her eyes. "What are we waiting for? We have vitamins to buy!"
After the girls' mash-up was done, Quinn was changing in the bathroom, humming the original Walking On Sunshine to herself. She exited, happy.
"Hey Q." Noah greeted cheerfully. Quinn walked on, not acknowledging the tanned boy beside her. "So," he said conversationally, "how's it feel to be a dirty cheater?"
"We were just leveling the playing field."
Noah grabbed her arm and they stood in the hallway facing each other. He stared down at her, looking at her sadly. "You honestly believe that?"
Quinn sighed, her happy front breaking. "No. I feel horrible."
"Me too. You know, I don't even remember performing." Noah admitted.
"So...who wins?" Quinn asked.
Noah shrugged. "No one, I guess. Isn't that fair?"
Quinn smiled. "Yeah, I think so. Come on, let's got tell Ms. Sylvester."
"What?" Sue asked.
"Psuedoephedrine, Sue. It's a main ingrediant in the creation of crystal meth. The drugstore was concerned the school was hiding a secret drug ring." Emma Pillsubry, the school principal, explained the situation to the Spanish teacher.
Sue ran a hand through her hair. "I-I can't believe my kids would do this. I mean, I had no idea-"
"Exactly." Emma cut the other woman off. "The kids rely on you to set the tone of the club. And all this competition has nurtured a toxic learning environment." The red-headed woman leaned back in her chair. "So, as of today, I am assigning you a co-director for the Glee Club."
Sue listened to her two leads apologize with the rest of the club backing them up. She shook her head. "I can't believe you." She watched as her kids' heads dropped in shame. "Glee Club is supposed to be about what's in your heart, not what's in your bloodstream."
"Miss Sylvester, if there's anyway we can put this all behind us-"
Sue put up a hand to stop the girl from going further. "Unfortunatly, Quinn, we can't put it behind us. Thanks to this little episode, Principal Pillsbury has declared me unfit to run this club by myself." The teenagers looked at their instructor quizzically. Sue sighed. "We've been assigned a co-director."
"What?" was the word on everyone's lips, except Quinn. She knew...
"Who is it?" Noah asked.
And in he walked. The club's worst nightmare, at least in this reality.
Will Schuester.
AN: Hope you enjoyed, and I'll try to get chapter 7 out as fast as I can! But I start school in a week, so I won't be able to update as quickly...
Anyway, c'mon, you know what to do! Review, for it makes me happy! And you want a happy author, right?