hi! nearly at 200 reviews oh my god :D remember the 200th reviewer gets a say in the plot :)! this is a happy(ish) chapter just to give you some relief, it focuses on everyone but Finn and Rachel (eek, sorry but they're still in hospital!) I hope you enjoy :)! and please review :D

but the world moves on...

All the gleeks, excluding Finn and Rachel received a text off Santana four days prior to Matt's funeral. It said:

'Gleeks, we r doin a song the funeral – wana take part, meet mine at 3pm; c ya there! – Santana x'

Many of the gleeks were confused – especially Kurt, Puck and Tina. Santana had never even spoken to Kurt or Tina, and she'd avoided Puck since the Mohawk incident. Puck didn't want to go; Quinn had spent a major art of the day persuading him that he had to see other people at some point, but in the end he decided to show. In fact everyone, even though they were confused, had doubts and feared a practical joke, showed up except Mike. Mike had gotten the text, grabbed his baseball bat and smashed his phone. Screw them! He'd thought, and carried on with his choreography. Artie showed up last, nervously messing with the side of his chair. Santana had answered the door with a big smile, her hair down and wearing jeans and a t-shirt much to Artie's surprise. Still, she can't wear her Cheerios uniform forever, right? He'd nervously said hi and followed her into her living room, looking around for pee balloons or eggs. There wasn't any – he was instead met by his best friends Tina, Kurt, Mercedes, Puck, Quinn and Brittany all smiling at him.

"Hey Artie!" Tina stood up immediately, rushing over to him and wheeling him next to her seat, giving him a huge kiss on the lips.

"Hi guys, sorry I'm late! What's going on then?" Artie pushed his glasses up his nose and grinned. He surveyed the room as he hadn't seen most of these people for over a week now. Puck seemed fine, his face as stony as ever and he had one arm wrapped tightly around Quinn. Quinn looked tired, with dark eyes and a giant hoodie on (unusual?). Quinn was sat near Mercedes who seemed alright, just quieter then usual. Kurt looked awful – his hair wasn't done like usual and he had spots on his chin, but Artie didn't want to comment. Brittany looked smiley, her hair down and her fingernails painted each with a different colour and Tina looked beautiful as always.

Santana came in then with a tray of drinks; she placed them on the table then settled into a chair.

"Matt-" she sniffed for a moment, then continued, "Matt meant so much to everyone of us. Sure, he was a football player, but we all know he loved glee the most. We need to remember him in song, cause he'd love it. And that's why we're here. I was gonna invite Finn and Rachel but they're still recovering so obviously they can't get out, so I didn't bother. So it's down to us, I'm sure Finn and Rachel (well, maybe not so much Rachel) will understand. Any ideas for the song?"

The room went silent for a moment, absorbing the touching words Santana had managed to put across. So many people thought Santana was a heartless, sex obsessed bitch, but maybe she'd just proved herself to be more.

"No. I don't have any ideas – song ideas that is. But, I know who should freaking be here and who isn't!" Puck broke through, and suddenly the whole room understood.

"You're totally right, Mr Schue should be here!" Tina agreed, and the room burst into nods and shouts of agreement.

"Okay, so let's go get him then?" Santana shrugged as if it was no big deal.

"Sure Santana, we all know where our teachers live!" Kurt sarcastically cut through.

"That would be kind of creepy…" Mercedes shuddered.

Puck coughed then, and everyone turned to look at him.

"Puck?" Quinn asked, a curious look on her face.

"Well, ahem, I may know where he lives…" Puck trailed off, an uncomfortable look on his face.

"Oh, did you like have a sleepover there?" Brittany asked from her seat by the fire.

"I kinda stole a book of details from the office a couple of years back. Schue's address is in it, I egged his house last year when he failed me in Spanish…" Puck looked guilty.

"Well, why aren't we all in our cars following you then? Lead the way, Puckerman!" Santana ordered, and everybody rose simultaneously, rushing to get into their cars. Tina pushed Artie and helped him into her car, Brittany and Santana rode together as did Kurt and Mercedes and Puck and Quinn led the way. After around fifteen minutes, they pulled up outside a neat little house in the suburbs.

Artie whistled in appreciation, "Nice house!"

"Um, who's knocking?" Tina asked, a blush crawling across her face. Santana rolled her eyes, shook her head and then marched up the drive, everybody else following. She rung the doorbell three times repeatedly, then stepped back from the door. When no-one answered after five minutes, she rung the doorbell again, then began kicking the door as Puck hammered at it. Eventually, it opened a crack.

"Guys? What do you want, it's not exactly the best time?" Mr Schue croaked from behind the door.

"Oh, sorry, did we wake you up?" Quinn said, only to be cut off by Santana.

"It's 3.30 in the freaking afternoon. Let us in sir, this is IMPORTANT Glee business. And we need your help!" Santana ordered.

The tired teacher sighed and scratched his head before opening the door to a round of gasps. The man had bloodshot eyes, his hair was sticking up everywhere and he was beginning to grow a beard. Everytime he breathed outwards, the kids could smell the alcohol on his breath.

"So, you're taking it as hard as us then?" Puck nodded, touched the man on the shoulder in a meaningful gesture and then led the way for the kids to follow him into the house. Puck somehow managed to lead them to the living room and they all collapsed onto the various available seats, followed moments later by Mr Schue.

"Right guys… Glee emergency, what's up?" Mr Schue stretched, then yawned, sitting in the last available seat.

"We need a song!" Brittany said in a sing-song voice.

"And choreography. Urgently!" Santana added.

"Urgently, as in for Matt's funeral, urgently!" Mercedes finished.

Mr Schue took a deep breath, then sunk into the chair. He couldn't be bothered with this. Matt's death had hit him hard – he'd never realised how much he'd loved all the kids until one of them had gone. And without Emma or Matt, he'd been going insane. He'd stayed up until ridiculous hours watching television to prevent the nightmares, drinking cheap cider and eating chips. Now, with all of his glee children at his doorstep, he realised how foolish he'd been. The kids were all looking at him with big eyes – he realised now that maybe they'd taken it even harder then he had.

"Actually, I do have something in mind… Meet me here at 12pm tomorrow guys, and we'll get to work!" He smiled.

The gleeks exchanged high fives all around.

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