"Alright Hummel. Get your first witness up here."

"The court calls Santana Lopez to the stand," Kurt announced as he stood up and adjusted his perfectly coifed hair.

"Santana! Get your fine ass up here!" Puck called, looking out into the audience where Santana was sitting filing her nails with a bored expression on her face. Slowly, she sauntered up to chair serving as the Witness Stand, the bored expression never leaving her face. Mike came over, prepared to administer the Oath to her, but she remained seated.

"Lopez, you gotta stand and take the oath from Chang," Puck directed, getting into the spirit of things. He banged his toy gavel for effect.

"Whatever." Santana stood up, rolling her eyes and placing her hand on the Streisand biography Rachel had provided in lieu of a Bible.

"Do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth, so help you Barbra?" Mike asked quickly.

"Whatever. Can we just get this over with? I have Spanish homework to copy," Santana directed, in her best "this is beneath me" voice.

"Fine. Santana, we're here to discuss the matter of the Puffy Vest. Have you seen any students here at McKinley wearing these monstrosities?"

"Of course. Finn wears them, probably to hide the fact that his chest jiggles," Santana replied, glancing over at Finn and Rachel.

"Right. Would you say that he wears them an abnormal amount?" Kurt asked, his finger tapping on his chin.

"Only like everyday. It's like Mr. Schue and his vests. It hurts to look at them," Santana whined.

"Wait, what?" Mr. Schue called from the audience.

"Please. We all know you treat your vests like a security blanket. Seriously, you should just walk around with your thumb in your mouth," Santana mocked.

Kurt cut off Mr. Schuester before he could respond. "Interesting. So would you call it an addiction?"

"Duh. Brits and I take bets on what vest Man-Boobs is going to come in with each day."

"You're considered one of the most fashionable students at McKinley. In your professional opinion, would you say that a Puffy Vest is a fashion do or a fashion don't?" Kurt asked, gesturing towards the mannequins with disdain.

"It's definitely a Fashion Don't. He looks like Marty McFly. This isn't 1985!" she barked at Finn's table. "Am I done yet?" she asked Kurt.

"Almost. Would you say Finn is unfairly influenced by people with even worse fashion sense than him?"

"Obviously. He follows Rachel around like a plaid puffy vested puppy. She somehow manages to dress like a Japanese businessman's fetish. You can't wear plaids, polka dots and bows all at the same time, no matter how short the skirt is!" she yelled in Rachel's direction.

"You done, Hummel?" Puck asked, watching as Mike restrained Santana, who was screaming and trying to get at Rachel's owl sweater.

"Uh, yeah, I'm done." Kurt sat down, satisfied with his questioning, ready to hear what Rachel asked Santana.

Finn watched in awe as Santana lived up to her nickname of Satan, while Rachel just sat at their table calmly rereading some cross-examination questions she had written down on her color coded index cards. Finn couldn't help but stare at Rachel slyly while she bit down on the top of her pen in concentration, smiling at how adorable she was. Hearing the slamming of the gavel, and once again it whizzing by his head, Finn was brought out of his thoughts, "Artie, toss the gavel back, dude! Santana if you don't calm down, I'm gonna find you conning and tempting the court and lock you in the janitors closet with Jewfro!"

An audible "Ewwww" was heard from all the Glee members, including Mr. Schue and Coach Bieste.

Rachel stood up and approached Puck, making sure she stayed away from Santana's vicious claws. "Your hon…um that's just wrong…your…Noah, did you mean you are going to find Santana in contempt of court?"

"Yeah, she isn't listening to me to calm her fine ass down." Puck said taking a good leer at the Latina's backside.

"Okay, just wanted to be clear on the matter," Rachel said and looked at Santana in the most calm manner imaginable and talked to her in a low voice, "Santana, if you calm down and answer my questions, I'll let you rip up one of my sweaters of my choosing."

"You promise?" Santana asked the petite diva, not sure if she should believe her or not.

"Ye…"

"I OBJECT!" Kurt nearly screeched as he jumped from his seat. "I've been trying for the last year to get rid of your sweaters and now you're offering to let Santana rip one up? Puck, she's bribing the witness, I OBJECT!"

"Keep your skirt down Princess! All Berry did was calm Santana down, so sit down or I'll find you in contempt too!" Puck banged the gavel down once, keeping it from flying out of his hand again. "Go ahead and question her Berry."

"Thank you Noah. Now Santana, how long have you known my client Finn Hudson?"

"Since like elementary school. When he was the littlest kid in class." Santana smirked, causing some of the Glee members to giggle in rememberance.

"Okay, now has he always worn puffy vests, even in elementary school?"

"Yeah, I think he had them on for every school picture day. It just depended on the color."

"Now Kurt said you are one of the most fashionable students at McKinley, have you always wore what is trendy and in?"

"Of course, I'm never going to be caught wearing something like you or Hudson would wear, unless it was in fashion."

"Really?" Rachel asked; her eyebrow quirked in curiosity.

Santana's smirk left her face; wondering where Man Hands was going with this line of questioning, "Yes really, my mama always taught me that a well dressed lady knows her fashion can go further than a plain jane."

With that Rachel walked over to the table that she and Finn were sitting at and grabbed one of Finn's old elementary year books. "Noah, I'd like to submit my first piece of evidence for the defense, Exhibit D-1." Opening it up to their fifth grade picture, Rachel pointed to one in particular and asked Santana one question, "Is this you?" Looking at the picture that she had totally forgotten about, Santana took a visible gulp and nodded her head. She knew Kurt was going to see it and knew she was going to be dead by his even better manicured nails.

Rachel walked around to show everyone the picture that was in living color, a ten year old Santana Lopez with her hair in a fishbone braid, wearing a long sleeved black t-shirt, long silver necklaces and a bright pink puffy vest over the shirt. Rachel returned to the witness stand and looked at Santana, "Santana, who was the person that picked out your outfit for that day?"

"My mama, and before you even asked, yes she always helped me pick out the fashionable clothes, which included that puffy vest."

Rachel flashed her million dollar smile at Santana and the court, winking at Kurt and said, "That is all. Thank you Santana," and bounced back to her table and patted Finn on the hand as she got a new color of note cards for the next witness.

"Wait! Obviously, puffy vests must have been in fashion that day! Or maybe it was make fun of Finn day!" Santana protested, desperate to maintain her fashion icon image and avoid Kurt's wrath at the same time. "You're so on my list, Dwarf." She crossed her arms, glaring at Rachel, who merely smiled.

"Shut it Santana and go sit." Puck watched as Santana stormed back to her seat, falling into it in a huff. He turned to Mr. Schue. "Are you sure I can't arrest anyone? Cause I'd pay to see Santana in the slammer, sharing a cell with another chick."

Mr. Schuester cleared his throat gesturing to Kurt, who was tapping his foot impatiently. After that bombshell Rachel dropped, he really needed his next witness called and was growing more annoyed with Puck.

"What's your problem, Hummel?"

"If we're ready, I'd like to call my next witness." Once Puck nodded his head, Kurt moved to stand in front of his table. "The court calls Ms. Quinn Fabray to the stand."

Finn groaned as he watched Quinn take the oath from Mike. Quinn was still pissed about getting dumped by him, and she'd definitely be out for blood.

"Hello, Quinn. I must say, you're looking lovely. That's a fantastic Anthropologie dress and J. Crew cardigan you have on," Kurt began, casting a critical eye over her outfit. "Smart move pairing it up with those gold ballet flats too."

"Why thank you, Kurt. When I'm not in my Cheerios uniform, I like to dress like a lady, and age appropriate of course," Quinn replied, glaring daggers at Rachel and Finn's table, pleased that she got in a dig at Rachel's choice of clothing so quick.

"Ever since you've moved here, you've always lauded for your style. In your opinion, would you say that Finn has a horrible fashion sense?"

"Of course. Look who he hangs around with."

"Interesting." Kurt tapped his chin thoughtfully. "You've dated the defendant twice. While I won't ask the question why you did that, I would be interested to know if, in the time that you dated the defendant, did you ever give him or offer to give him, advice or help with his wardrobe?"

"Only all the time."

"And how would you do that?"

"I'd make him come shopping with me, and after I was done, I'd bring him to the men's department and create some outfits for him, but he was always more interested in his phone. He was probably texting her," Quinn said scathingly.

"So he refused all help?" Kurt questioned.

"He would only listen to me about the Letterman jacket, which I made him wear on dates. Eventually, he started wearing it to school, until Karofsky slushied it."

"Would you say that his vest obsession has grown since he joined Glee?" Kurt probed.

"Well, yeah, because Mr. Schue always wears vests and Finn wants to be like Mr. Schue; plus, Rupaul's in Glee and he was sucked in by her hideousness instantly."

"I'm curious to know, why do you hate the vests?"

"He looks like a country hick when he wears them, about to go cut down a tree or like the Marshmallow Man from Ghostbusters. Brittany always wants to poke him when he wears the vests because he's so puffy and soft. He's always talking about getting out of here, so why dress like you're from here?" She threw yet another glare at Finn, who gulped, praying Rachel would have another surprise up her sleeve. He could see Mercedes nodding in agreement in the jury box.

"Well Ms. Fabray, you've been a lovely, well dressed witness. I'm afraid I'm going to have to turn you over to the horribly dressed hands of the defense," Kurt said as he sat down.

Quinn smirked and narrowed her eyes as Rachel stood up. She crossed her arms, ready to take Man Hands down.

Finn watched as Rachel looked at Quinn, and he wondered what he had ever seen in her. She was just mean. Finn knew that if Rachel had one weakness in dealing with people, it was Quinn. She was always comparing herself to Quinn, but he knew there was no comparison, Rachel outshined everyone. Giving Rachel the smile he reserved for her and squeezing her hand, he leaned over and whispered, "Go get her, Star."

Rachel grabbed her index cards and looked at several pictures and things that were sitting by her chair. Glancing at Quinn and Kurt, she let out a slow, steady breath, as she straightened herself out and turned around, facing her arch nemesis, Quinn Fabray.

Looking Quinn squarely in the eye, Rachel asked her first question, shocking everyone. "Quinn, you said that Finn wants to leave Lima, but he won't dress like it, correct?"

"Yes….but…."

"Do you remember a conversation we had here in this auditorium right before Regionals, when you were supposed to be helping me with writing a song?"

Quinn's eyes widened in realization at what Rachel was about to say, and looking around, saw everyone leaning in to hear what she was going to say. Even Puck was leaning forward in anticipation. "Yes, but I don't see the importance…"

"You sat and explained Finn's and my future according to you. You said you would get Finn and I would get heartbroken, because Finn is never going to get out of Lima. You said I was destined for greater things, but that Finn would hold me back. You said you and Finn would get married. He would take over Burt's Tire Shop while you would be a well-known real estate agent. You two would have a family and be in on all of Lima's social doings, while I would be a big star in New York, alone. I left in tears and then proceeded to write "Get it Right." Do you deny that conversation?"

Quinn could feel the angry stares she was getting from everyone for being so heartless. "No, I don't deny it. In fact I still stand by it. Finn will do nothing but hold you back, and he and I are destined to be together Beautiful people tend to stick together, not that you would know. How's Jacob Ben Israel, Rachel?"

Rachel momentarily faltered at Quinn's implications, but recovered quickly. "So even though you tell Finn he needs to change out of his puffy vests to look like he doesn't belong, you really don't want him to, because it means he fits in here in Lima, right?"

"Yes, even though I hate those damn things, I don't want to push Finn away thinking New York is for him." Quinn glanced at Finn and saw the vein on his forehead popping out, a clear sign that he was beyond pissed.

"Quinn, do you consider yourself up on today's fashions for both men and women?"

"Obviously. As Head Cheerio, I'm expected to maintain a well put together image and be a leader in all areas, which includes fashion. Why?" Quinn asked, maintaining an air of superiority while hoping to sound bored at the same time, even though she knew her popularity just took a hit with what she had said about Finn.

"Are you familiar with GQ magazine, also known as Gentleman's Quarterly?" Rachel asked as she started to pull some photos out of a manila folder.

"Of course, my mom still has my dad's subscription, since it hasn't run out yet. I like to use it to get inspiration for Finn's clothes from time to time."

Holding out several photos, Rachel looked at Puck, "I'd like to enter into evidence, defense exhibit D-2 and D-3, photographs from a GQ article. Quinn, will you please look at the two pictures and tell the jury what you see both men wearing and how they are wearing it please?"

Finn watched as Quinn studied the pictures and kept glancing at Rachel and Kurt, clearly uncomfortable with what she was about to say. "The first photo is of a man wearing a fall or winter suit, but instead of a suit vest, he is wearing a wine colored puffy vest under his suit jacket. And the second photo shows a man wearing a brown striped suit and over the jacket he is wearing a deep gold colored puffy vest."

Gasps were heard from the Jury box.

Smiling at Quinn and Kurt, Rachel continued with her logical questioning. "Quinn, can you read the captions of where the two photos were taken, please?"

In a small voice, Quinn read the caption. "Look at the fashion of the men on the street in a Fashion Mecca, Rome, Italy." Finn had to hide his laugh with a coughing fit while Kurt let out a loud gasp and an "Oh my Gucci" whilst Puck just let out a roar of laughter, particularly when Kurt grabbed the black fedora that completed his ensemble and started fanning himself.

Finn continued watching the jury as they looked at the pictures from the magazine and tried to read lips. He thought he saw Mercedes mouth, "He's hot." Either that; or she said, "I have lots of snot," Finn wasn't sure. The Bieste just sat there and smiled, while Finn could see the gears in Sam's mind moving, wondering if he could recreate the look.

Looking at Rachel again, Finn saw her flash her smile as she announced, "I have no more questions Noah." She smiled proudly as Puck told Quinn she could leave the witness box, ignoring the death glares Quinn threw at her as she turned and walked back with a sparkle in her eye.

She had faced the lion and came out unscathed.