AN: Is it weird to be listening to Big Time Rush as I write this? My little sister has just recently addicted me to the TV show, and the idiotic-yet-funny wannabe band is filling our DVR by the day. Damn cute, funny, guys...

So, we're up to Throwdown! The reverse Sue/Schue battle! Woot!

I can't wait for the next few chapters. I've had those planned out since the beginning. But, I'm rambling again. On to the story!

"Alright guys, I want feedback. What kinds of things do you all want to do in the club?" Sue was addressing her Glee students. Despite Principal Pillsbury making her work with that awful, devious Coach Schuester, Sue wasn't gonna try to worm her way out of her promise. She wasn't going to pit the kids against each other again-after all, competition was what had gotten them into this latest little issue.

"How about something more...punk?" Tina asked.

"I agree, we do an awful lot of show tunes. And bubble gum pop." Artie added.

"Last time I checked, this was Glee Club, not Mosh Club." Brittany remarked, earning glares from the resident goth and token gay kid.

"Hey, hey, guys." Sue warned. "Great suggestions, Tina and Artie. Duelly noted." She watched as the best friends shared a complex handshake.

"Anything else?"

"I can pop and lock." Matt spoke up with an indifferent shrug that was at odds with his hopeful expression.

"Uh, not...really what we're going for Matt, but...noted." Sue told the boy.

Matt shared a slightly saddened look with his best friend Mike, who offered the darker boy a comforting pat on the shoulder. This little exchange didn't go unnoticed by Rachel and Brittany. The HBIC and her second-in-command shared a sly smirk and as soon as Glee was released, the cheerleaders walked into the lair of Will Schuester.

Spinning his chair around to face the girls in some supervillain cliched move, Will faced his three top Cheerios. "What can you tell me?" he demanded.

"The minority students don't feel like they're being heard." Rachel reported with a smirk.

"Excellent. I have the key ingrediant to create the most absolutely unsafe environment. When I'm through, those kids will be wishing their grandparents would've had an abortion, just so they could've avoided ever joining Glee Club." And even more cliched, the four shared a dark chuckle before the female minions walked back to their peers.

Will took a coin out of his breast pocket. "Heads," he called, then flipped.

Sue caught the silver piece in mid-air and stared at the result. "Heads." she stated, begrudgingly.

Will shot the blonde woman a winning smile, before referring to a piece of paper. "Ok, the following people have been chosen for a special Glee Club, called Will's Kids." The curly haired man announced.

"Wait a minute, Will, we can't split the kids up. We need twelve!"

"Crack open a book lately, Sue? I have. The Ohio Show Choir Rule Book is an interesting little read. See, if you notice this little addendum, it says twelve performers are required for each team. However, not every member must perform every song."

Sue wanted to fight it, but the words were written in front of her in black and white, plain as day. She sighed, "Fine. Just-Just pick all your cheerleaders and jocks, Will."

Reading the paper in his hands again, Will said, "Alright, when you hear you're name, cross over to my side of this black shiny thing."

"You mean the piano?" Sue muttered.

"Santana!" The bubbly Latina skipped over to her coach's side. "Wheels! Gay kid!" Will read. Kurt and Artie shared a glance, as if wondering if they'd heard correctly. "C'mon, let's move it, I'm not getting any younger!" Will barked, and Artie scurred -Kurt speed-rolled- over to join the cheerleader.

"Asian!" was Will's next call. Tina and Mike shared a confused look and let the unspoken question of "Who's he talking about?" float between them. Will sighed. "Other Asian!" Shrugging Tina left her chair, Mike trailing behind.

"Aretha!" Mercedes glared, but obeyed. "And Shaft." Matt looked offended, but joined the group.

Sue groaned. "You have got to be joking, William."

"Bigotry is no laughing matter, Susan. And I am not going to stand by and let the cries of these poor minorites go unheard."

"And that's how Will sees it!" Santana piped up, forming Will's tradmark 'C' shape with her hand, copying her coach's singature sign-off for his little news segment.

Will turned around, and appraised the Latina. "Outstanding." he murmured, pleased.

Sue watched with saddness as her "minority" students performed "Hate On Me" with Will. They were good. And even better because they were all doing something they liked. Sue felt horrible, but she wasn't going to let Will win. Not when he was filling her kids with false ideas about her. Entering her office, she began to grade her Spanish tests. A smirk graced her lips and only grew with each stroke of her red pen. Oh, William Schuester, you are going to wish you never messed with me...

"How. Dare. You. Fail. My. Cheerios." Will growled at the blonde woman in front of him. Sue rolled her eyes.

"Schue, Sue here did a little research, and it seems your cheerleaders are all basically illiterate. For instance, last week at the pep rally, they tried to spell 'Go Team' and spelled 'To Game' instead." Emma spoke from behind her desk.

"Ugh, this woman just feels inferior to my girls." Will scoffed.

"No! Schue, you are wrong and Sue is right. Now, I want both of you out of my office." Emma cried in a uncharactaristc burst of confidense.

Will growled again. It's on, Sue. It's on.

The OBGYN office was totally nerve-wracking for Rachel. She hadn't expected to see what one of them looked like until she was in her twenties, at least. And wearing a wedding ring.

She did not picture herself there in her high school cheerleading uniform with her boyfriend holding her hand as he jiggled his leg nervously. He wasn't even the father, despite what he thought. She wanted to scream. She sighed instead.

"Yeah, I'm nervous too." Noah admitted, reading Rachel's emotions wrong. Again.

"Don't worry. At your age, Miss Berry, there is a very little chance of something going wrong." The tech replied.

"Oh, good." Noah breathed in relief.

"Ok, this is gonna be a little cool." the ultrasound tech said, as the blue goo was about to come in contact with Rachel's stomach.

"Just, please be careful with my uniform." was all the Jewish girl said. The tech gave her a weary glance, but complied.

"Speaking of your ages," the tech went on, "have the two of you given any thought as to what you're going to do once the baby is born?"

"Whatever Rachel wants is fine." Noah replied, looking hopefully at the brunette avoiding his gaze.

"Well, if it makes a difference, it's a girl." The tech pipped up. Noah stared in awe at Rachel's abdomen and kissed her hand. Rachel stared at the painfully white ceiling. A girl. I have a little girl growing inside me... My baby girl... Despite being against this whole thing, Rachel cried.

"So, I've been thinking about baby names. I know how you didn't like Jackie Daniels cause you don't want a baby named after alcohol. But I have the perfect name." Noah rambled as he walked Rachel to her car after school a few days after their ultrasound. "I was trying to look for cool names, ya know? And then I found out that Gweneth Paltrow named her kid Apple and I love apples. So then I started thinking about all the cool things I know and I found the perfect name. You know how when it's starting to rain and the pavement smells all wet, but you can walk outside without getting soaked? Well, that's my favorite type of rain and I want our daughter to be named after that." He finished his monologue and looked down at Rachel...

...Who was glaring at him. "Are you an idiot? You want to name our baby Drizzle? You must by clinically insane, Puckerman. Honestly, do you even KNOW how insensitive you're being right now? Bringing up baby names when you know for a FACT I don't want it..."

"God, Rachel, take a freaking chill pill, ok?" Noah cried. "Sometimes I wish you were more like Quinn..." he muttered.

Well, sometimes I wish you were a little more like Finn, Rachel thought. She managed a bitter smile. "I know some guys cheat on their wives of pregnant girlfriends...but don't do it with her." she slammed her locker for emphasis and left her frustrated boyfriend behind, without looking back.

"Ok guys, I have our sheet music!" Sue addressed her five kids. Handing out the paper, she continued, "So, Will's got his kids singing about hate. Literally. So I figured, we could be the bigger people and take a more positive approach. Quinn, Noah, take the leads."

"Ok." the two teens spoke with indifferent shurgs.

"So much for togetherness." Rachel cried. Everyone turned to look at her. "So-So what are Brittany, Finn and I suppose to do?"

"Yeah, sway in the back like props?" Brittany added. Whispering to Finn, she said, "Coach Schuester is right. She clearly doesn't like minorities."

The day of Sue's kids' performance, only three stood on the stage. Thanks to lies Will spouted about Sue hating Finn's Irish blood (where do you think Finn comes from? Finnigan, duh!) and Brittany's Dutch ancestry, the two had converted to his group. This left only Quinn, Noah and Rachel to sing "No Air."

Will barked at Quinn to hurry up. No sooner had the first few notes fell from the blonde's lips that the cheerleading coach stood and tried to get his students to follow. What spawned from that was an epic verbal smackdown between Sue and Will that ended only when Noah yelled.

"I'm sorry Ms. Sylvester, but if we wanted to hear Mom and Dad fight, most of us who still have both parents would've just stayed home on Pay Day."

"I'm more then just a strong, proud black woman." Mercedes spoke, without stuttering. Everyone else spoke up as well and soon they all had stormed out.

"Ok guys. So, Coach Schuester has decided to back down as co-director." Sue told her kids. "But, this whole ordeal had made me realize something. You're all minorites. Being in Glee Club makes you a minority. But that's the only one that matters. So it doesn't matter if Noah's Jewish, or Santana's Latina. It doesn't matter if Kurt's in a wheelchair. It doesn't matter if Mike and Tina are Asian or that Matt and Mercedes are black. It doesn't matter that Finn is Irish or Rachel's-"

"Pregnant." Will spoke from his seat at the piano. The rest of the room looked at the man in shock. "I'm sorry Rach, but within the hour, the story will be flying down the blog-a-sphere." and with that little announcement, Will left the room.

Rachel tried to be stong. But how could she when her entire life was falling to ruins around her? She cried, trying to cover it with her hands. Noah immediately wrapped his arms around her, but her sobs only grew. Quinn stared at her sadly. She knew exactly what Rachel was going through. And it was her turn to show it. Walking slowly toward the Jewish couple, Quinn knelt down and placed a hand on Rachel's knee until the brunette looked at the blonde.

"You're not alone. Togther we stand.

I'll be by your side. You know I'll take your hand." Quinn sang.

"And when it gets could and it feels like the end, there's no place to go.

You know I wont give in." Noah added.

"No I wont give in." Quinn gave Rachel's knee a reassuring squeeze. In no time at all, the rest of the club began to sing the the sobbing brunette.

"Keep holding on cause you know we'll make it through.

We'll make it through.

Just stay stong cause you know I'm here for you.

I'm here for you.

There's nothing you can say. (Nothing you can say.)

Nothing you can do. (Nothing you can do.)

There's no other way when it comes to the truth.

So keep holding on cause you know we'll make it through."

And Rachel's last voice rang out on the last line:

"We'll make it through."

AN: Hope ya'll liked! So, unfortunately, I start school Wednesday. :( So, Lord knows when I'll be able to update again. Expect updates to be on the weekends from now on.

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