Will burst through the door of the choir room. Just as Will had imagined, there were only five students in the glee club. But there was one other face that was familiar.
"Will? Will Schuester? Well…how are things?"
It was Sandy Ryerson. Sandy was what you might call a total creep. He had been fired for inappropriate conduct with a student named Hank Saunders.
"Sandy? What are you doing here?"
"What do you mean, Will? I'm coaching the glee club, just like I always have."
"But…I thought you were fired!"
"That was three years ago."
"How did you get Figgins to rehire you?
"Principal Figgins is a fan of the Chronic Lady, if you know what I mean."
Will knew what he meant.
"So he just rehired you, just like that?"
"Well, he said that you had approached him about coaching the glee club, but after your little accident, he gave the position back to me."
"But what about Hank Saunders?"
"He transferred three years ago for an unknown reason. But the rest of the glee kids love me. Isn't that right kids?"
"Yes. Mr. Ryerson," the kids said.
This wasn't like them. The glee kids that Will knew would have responded like this:
Mercedes would have said "Hell to the no!", Kurt would have made some obscure reference, and Rachel would have probably stormed out of the room. But Sandy had turned them into zombies. Will couldn't take it. He ran out of the room.
"Well, that was very strange," Sandy said. "Okay, let's take it from the top. One, two, three, four."
As Will heard the strains of "Food, Glorious Food" coming from the choir room, he nearly broke down. He had to talk to Figgins about this. He knocked on Figgins' door.
"Come in!" said the voice. But it wasn't Figgins' voice. Instead, behind the principal's desk sat a tall blonde woman wearing a tracksuit.