Dear New Directions,

Hello, my name is Blaine Anderson and I am a member of Haverbrook's choir. On behalf of the entire choir, we formally congratulate you on your win at Sectionals this past weekend. The New Directions were the clear victors, even without the knowledge of the conspiracy that surrounded your director's personal disqualification and your club's set list leak.

Had we, the choir, known about Mr. Rumba's ignoble appropriation of your set list, we would have never performed Journey's classic hit, "Don't Stop Believing." Headmaster Finnick has been informed and an investigation is currently underway for Mr. Rumba, who has stepped down as choir director.

We pride ourselves in our honesty and commitment in everything we do. That is why, as a choir, we have unanimously decided to selfishly devote our talent towards our parents, school, and community. We would like to extend more than just a formal apology. During our impromptu Monday meeting, we decided to make a monetary contribution as well as lend our services to your club in any capacity you deem fit for the remainder of the competition year. Among our members, you will find: seamstresses, makeup artists, carpenters, electricians, junior accountants, choreographers/ dancers, and interior/exterior decorators. Those of us who have adequate vocal skills would like to extend ASL lessons to you and your choir members.

Finally, I would like to offer my services as a guest accompanist when yours is unavailable to rehearse or perform. Before you reject this offer, please note that I am not deaf in any form or fashion. I attend Haverbrook because I am mute. The Ohio Board of Education would place me in a special needs program for the mentally disabled should I attend public school. As for my credentials, I have been taking piano lessons for the past eleven years under the tutelage of several acclaimed concert pianists. I have also performed for disadvantaged community members and senators alike.

Please allow us to repay you and your club for Mr. Rumba's distasteful act in the only way we know how- through kindness and service. We look forward to hearing back from you.

Sincerely,
Blaine Nathaniel Anderson,
Interim Choir Director for Haverbrook School for the Deaf

Mr. Schuester sat back after re-reading his latest e-mail for the twentieth time. He rubbed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose before printing the e-mail off and bringing his materials to the choir room.

Kurt hated Tuesdays- his classes were boring, he didn't have lunch with Mercedes or any of the Glee kids, and the Stickheads decided to make it their mission to torture him during class changes. The only thing good about Tuesdays for Kurt was Glee practice afterschool. There, he could sing to his heart's content (stuck in the background, but at least he was singing!) and ogle one Finn Hudson from across the choir room. He was so lost in thought that he didn't hear the approaching footsteps that threw him into his locker. Laughter and a few heated words followed quickly as the echoing footsteps ebbed in the nearly empty hallway.

"Kurt Elizabeth, you're a dumbass," he chastised himself as he quickly fixed his hair. "You know better than to completely face your locker. They get you every time."

"Hey, Boo, you okay?" Mercedes asked behind him.

"Yes. Fine," he said with a bright smile as he linked elbows with his fellow diva. "At least it wasn't a slushie."

"You're awfully bright and optimistic today," she commented warily as they walked through the choir room door.

Kurt's eyes immediately landed on Finn's large form. "You know what they say: smile and the world smiles with you."

Mercedes gave him a look that clearly stated she thought he was two steps away from boarding the short bus. "Whatever you say, Boo," she iterated as they took their normal seats.

Mr. Schuester walked in just as the duo got comfortable. "Alright, guys, I just received this e-mail," he addressed the choir, showing them the piece of paper in his hand.

"I don't understand," Brittany voiced. "If it's an e-mail, shouldn't it be on the computer."

Mr. Schuester ignored her and continued speaking. "I'm going to read it to you. I want you all to listen to it completely before you speak," the last sentence was directed more to Rachel than anyone else. "Dear New Directions…"

The club refrained from interrupting their director, although Rachel, Mercedes, and Santana found it hard to bite their tongues. When Schuester finished reading the e-mail, the choir room exploded, the three divas leading the charge.

"Mr. Schuester-"

"It's obviously a trap-"

"It's payback for our win-"

"You cannot be serious about this!"

"Isn't there some kind of rule against this-"

"Hey! Shut up!" Puck yelled, effectively causing the room to fall silent. "I say we give them a shot."

"You just want to laugh at them," Kurt chimed in as he rechecked his phone for messages. "And I'm sure that doing the rough and tumble with a deaf girl is on your 'to-do' list," he added with a roll of his eyes.

"Can't help that I'm a stud and every chick digs the Puckzilla," he replied.

"Alright, Alright. How about we list the pros and cons for allowing them to come here, and then put it to a vote?" Schuester negotiated.

The pros and cons ended up being equal in number, resulting in a 50/50 split of the votes.

"Let's table this for now and I'll call Haverbrook's headmaster to see what all can be done. Now, for this week's assignment, I want you all to find songs that have really pushed the status quo and have changed how we listen to music. I look forward to hearing your song choices."

Mercedes linked elbows with Kurt as they made their way out of the room. "Well, that was a bit crazy."

"Crazy is an understatement- that was an all-out brawl."

"What did you think of it? Could they really help us get the upper edge for Regionals?"

"'Cedes, they're a deaf choir from a cushiony private school- I bet a dung beetle can help us more than they can."

"They're good, though. You heard them sing "Imagine" when they came here."

Kurt rolled his eyes and climbed into his Navigator. "They only got good once you joined them. Now, am I taking you home or are you coming to my house to do homework?"

Mercedes gave him a once-over. "I need to help my mom out at the house. We're finally going to clean out Marcus's room."

Kurt nodded before starting the engine. "Call me if you need help redecorating it."

"I will, Boo."

Sorry it's so late! Life really got in the way. Hopefully I can get on a more regular schedule now that my life is finally settling down.